tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74701428015525294242011-07-31T02:56:59.717+01:00One Chick's Quest: From Fat to FitMichelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785545203177425334noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470142801552529424.post-68024031058910593722011-05-09T08:30:00.001+01:002011-05-09T08:54:13.014+01:00

In a previous post, I mentioned that I started walking back in February to get a handle on my anxiety, a faithful companion for the last twenty plus years.Although I've never been formally diagnosed with an anxiety disorder, if it quacks like a duck and all of that. And because I've never been diagnosed, I take no medication for it. And I wouldn't want to anyways: I'm adverse to taking anything

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By my own nature I am not a jealous person.If anything, I'd be the opposite.In fact, one thing I love is weight loss testimonials because it gives me hope that someday it could be me.When others succeed, I'm happy for them.When they acquire nice things, I'm happy.Others succeeding and aquiring tends to inspire me.For if it can happen to them, it can happen for me. Right?I just don't do

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I've been thinking about writing this blog post since February. It's now almost May. I guess I'll never be accused of being speedy.There's a saying that the definition of insanity is to keep doing the same thing over and over while expecting a different outcome. And if you take away the expectation, then what you have is a habit.In January, I went temporarily insane. While in the States in

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It's easy to be overwhelmed. I am. Sometimes, when I think about the amount of weight that I need to lose it makes me want to sit down and a) cry b) eat more chocolate and/or c) lose the will to live. Despite all of this, I have one affliction; I am afflicted with this tiny thing called 'hope.' I'm full of hope that my life can be better, that I can be better. It's the eternal optimist in me that

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I've just returned from a fabulous and long overdue trip to the US. The boys and I had a blast and are counting the days until summer when we return.I'm aware that I've been crap lately at posting on this blog. From my last post (in August) until now, I've been inert and supine on the couch and discovering the new (to me) world of television. Prior to my separation, I rarely, if at all, watched

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I love testimonials- especially where weight loss is concerned. The first thing I check out when it comes to a new diet or even gastric bypass surgery is the testimonials. I love before and after pics and I admire success. There's something hopeful about a testimonial- something that tells me that some day that could be me.My friend, Patti, who has been on a lifestyle change since last year, has

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In the previous post, I mentioned my abnormal fear of the idea of 'permanence.' This came up at Lynn's Weigh, a blog that I follow, when a question was posed to successful 'losers' who had lost their weight and kept it off. The question was: 'What was it this time that did the trick? What clicked that hadn't clicked before? And there was one answer that really affected me. The person accepted the

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Apologies for being incommunicado for the last month. On June 28th, the boys and I moved out of my husband's house and into our own home. The boys will continue to spend a good amount of time with their father as he is a hands on father and they need their father in their life. The last 4 weeks have been full of upheaval and adjustment for all of us and the boys really needed my undivided

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When I look back at my high school years, which I do often in order to find answers, I wonder if I could have done anything differently. Turns out, I probably could have. I've come to the conclusion that the problem was me and not those around me. I had a terminal case of the disease to please and the need for approval from certain people. If I hadn't been so afflicted maybe things would have

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After a 10 day enforced hiatus due to lack of broadband hookup at my new home, I am back.It has been an interesting week to say the least.First, I bought a car. No big deal, but my husband and I have been getting by on one car since 2002 and I never realized how much it seriously impeded my freedom until I got my own set of wheels. It's a 2002 Toyota Yaris and I love it for what it

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There won't be any blog posts this week as I'm in the middle of moving and the broadband won't be available at the new place until the end of the week.See you soon.

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I made myself accountable and went to my Unislim meeting last night, despite the fact that I had a crappy week. It turned out to be a no gain, no loss week. I'm the same as last week. Still 16 pounds gone and a renewed sense of commitment. On Wednesday, I dusted myself off, stood up and got back on track. 2 days later, I'm still on track.Last week, I took 2 leisurely walks but if I walked any

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I managed to get through 19 days without chocolate. I won't lie, I miss it. Alot. Chocolate is my drug of choice. But like all bad relationships, it must come to an end. But there are times when the urge is much greater than my willpower. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak and all that. And today was one of those days.When I'm stressed, my desire for chocolate escalates- as it is my

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Week 2 is done and dusted. And I'm happy to report that the week went by fast, which really helps between weigh-ins, especially if you're doing well.This week, I went for 2 walks- no small feat considering the shape my knees are in. Michael had asked me if I would take him for a walk- so I did- a short leisurely walk lasting about 20 minutes, 2 days in row. By the time we got back, my knees were

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I'm a big believer in the merit system, especially the reward end of it. Rewards, to me, are a big incentive to complete or accomplish something. I think it's very important to reward yourself as you're losing weight to reinforce that what you've done is important and for it to be one more tool in the arsenal to provide encouragement to continue.Comfort aside, I also use food as a reward. If I

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Well, I managed through week 1 of Unislim without too much difficulty- a few minor problems that I was determined to overcome:-no chocolate for 8 days now! This is the longest I've gone in a long time. I'm determined to beat my addiction to chocolate. This is my biggest problem area as I have worked my way up to eating 3! family size Galaxy bars a day. Zoinks! 2000 of my daily calories came

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The tool today is one that is used in conjunction with all the other tools. In other words, without this tool, the other tools don't work. Namely, application. The verb form- 'apply', as stated in my trusty Merriam Webster's Collegiate Dictionary is 'to bring into action.' I really like that. That definition is concise.None of these tools are any good if we don't use them. And I'd have to be the

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I started this blog in an attempt to lose weight and gain control of my life. I thought if I made my struggle public, it would not only inspire me but shame me into taking drastic action. Apparently not.So here I am, 5 months into my blog and not only haven't I lost any weight, but I've actually gained weight! I have no one to blame but myself: I'm not taking it seriously, I'm too lazy and I'm

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The purpose of Toolbox Tuesday is to give both you and me a new tool to use in our effort to reach and stay at our ideal weight. When I talk about tools, I'm looking for something other than the usual standard issue tools that we all have after many years of dieting. For instance, you won't see me pulling out any tools that tell you to start walking everyday or drink more water, because we

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My mother always says that it's real easy to get into a rut but much harder to get out of it. I would add to that by saying you can be in a rut and not even know it.This week, I realized not only that I'm in a severe rut but a pretty deep one as well. If it were any deeper, it'd be a grave.Let me explain that this was a week of 'firsts' for me and it was only through these 'firsts' that I

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Out of today's toolbox, I've pulled a top ten list. The object is to make two separate lists, the first being the top ten reasons it is so painful to be overweight. The second list is the reasons it's so important to you personally to get to your ideal weight. Years ago, as an exercise, I listed all the reasons why I hated being fat and came up with a list of almost 150! I'll spare you that list

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People like to feed other people the world over.No matter where you live or what culture you belong to, if you visit someone, what is the first thing they do after they offer you the most comfortable chair in the house? They feed you. Feeding someone is the surest way to signal to them that they are very welcome in your home. What happens when someone falls ill or dies? The pots and pans come

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Starting today, every Tuesday will be known here as 'Toolbox Tuesday.' Basically, I'll pick something out of a 'toolbox' so to speak that will help me and anyone else who needs it in their quest to get to their ideal weight.For this first post, I'd like to talk about visualization as a means to achieve this goal or any goal for that matter. Anyone can visualize and we all have an imagination-

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Week one is done and dusted as they say and it's been pretty good so far. I'm following the rules set forth by Paul McKenna's book and it hasn't been too bad. I'm solely concentrating on listening for signs from my body for physical hunger and that has been eye opening to say the least. Still, I do feel guilty for eating what I want, but since I've been off the chocolate for a week I find I

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I became aware Paul McKenna in the most backward way. First, I caught the last 10 minutes of him on a QVC commercial. I liked him- he had a lot of charisma, but I missed the beginning of the show and therefore didn't really catch what his 'diet' was all about. I thought about him for a few days and then simply put him out of my mind. One day in the library, his 90 Day Success Journal was upfront

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Earlier this week, I had a pivotal 24 hour day.As I had mentioned previously, I had an appointment to see the bariatric surgeon in Cork City about the gastric bypass surgery. In a chat with his receptionist Monday morning about one thing, I learned that my 'private' health insurance doesn't cover the 17k surgery. Let me clarify, it does but the plan I'm on does not. So after 2 months of mentally

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Just wanted to share this with everyone today.I normally don't fawn over tv commercials, in fact, I rarely watch tv, but when this ad comes on, I stop what I'm doing just to watch and listen.I'm curious to find out if it has ever been shown Stateside.Enjoy.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_gBpo5s-OA

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Today, I thought about how women worry about their weight and some obsess about it- namely myself. After my boys, I worry most about my weight.I began to wonder if men obsess about their weight and I mean really obsess about it. I highly doubt it. Men are pretty simple, straightforward creatures and I mean that as a compliment. Women tend to analyze things too much. We think way too much for our

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I am fully aware that I've missed the post on the 26th of February. And there is a reason for this. Not a good one, but one nonetheless. There is no change in anything: my weight, my pattern of thinking and most of all, my relationship with food.The stats remain the same.Two things have occurred.First, I was all geared up to join Unislim last week. Similar to Weight Watchers, they use units

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Whenever I think what animal I might be -and not that I do this often so no need to worry and call the men in white suits with nets- I always imagined I was closer kin to say, maybe, dolphins or swans. Either I'm a fantasist or a nutter, but I'm clearly deluded.As it turns out, I'm much closer to the hamster than I previously thought. I never gave hamsters a second glance much less a second

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It's only fair that I post the flip side to my previous blog. Here are the things that I love about my adopted country:1) The Irish People. The rumors are true: the Irish are the friendliest, most hospitable bunch of people I've ever met. But most of all, in the 4 years that I've lived here, I've had to remind myself that I am a foreigner here because I never feel that way.2) Green. Green is the

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I thought that I'd take a break from talking constantly about 'weight and weight issues' and instead, blog about what I miss about America.1) My family and friends. Needs no explanation except to say that it is an ache that never goes away.2) Variety. In the US, there truly is something for everyone and everything. I think of the options for cake, pizza and coffees, alone (food of course). But

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Being a big, heavy woman, I tend to be slow moving or not moving at all. My ankle, knee and hip joints sing clickety click whenever I move. I am hyper aware of my body, especially in relation to other people and my immediate environment.However, there are times when I am weightless.Water. Water is a fat woman's friend. The bigger you are, the more bouyant you are. I love the fact that when I jump

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It's that time of the month again.Despite everything, I got on the scale and faced up to the fact that since the last weigh in, things haven't been good and I have no one to blame but myself.Here are the stats and it isn't pretty:313 lbs22.5 stone142.8 kgI'm right back where I started: square one. In 2 months, I've come full circle. I've gained back the weight that I lost. It was the shortest

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I have been struggling with this post since Monday.Initially when I started this blog it was in an attempt to get control of my life and more specifically, my weight. As of late, I've blogged about everything else but what I've set out to do. I thought blogging would be kind of an aversion therapy by putting my demons out there in the public domain. Instead, I've realized how serious my avoidance

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Ireland is in the middle of its longest cold snap since 1963. The temperature has dipped below freezing, the roads are covered in ice and there seems to be no break in the forecast.As a former Buffalonian, I'm taking this one in stride. Like others, I've been stranded (blizzard of '85), my flight has been delayed (blizzard of 2001) and I've rolled over on many a morning after hearing Danny

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Saturday was a serendipitous day.Merriam Webster's Collegiate Dictionary describes serendipity as "the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for."First off, my writer friend, Keris, mentioned in her blog that last year she focused on 'abundance' with some good results. That reminded me that I already knew this, but I needed to start applying it to my own life if

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Apologies to my friend Keris for 'borrowing' this list.1. What did you do in 2009 that you'd never done before?End my marriage.2. Did you keep your new year's resolutions, and will you make more for 2010?I don't bother making resolutions as it seems to be an exercise in futility. However, this year I have resolved to be more disciplined about my writing and shoot for 500 words a day. Also, I want

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Like many, I have been seduced by products and kitchen gadgets that promised me the world- or at the very least to slice, dice and chop- only to realize I'd been 'had.' Aside from Eastenders, I'm not much of a tv watcher but I will admit to one guilty pleasure. I love infomercials. Given the chance and the ability to strong arm the tv away from my son, I'd watch infomercials all day long. With a

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I hope that everyone had a Merry Christmas.Today is the 26th and I promised myself and you as well that I would weigh myself on the 26th of every month. The month has gone by fast.Here are today's stats:309 pounds21.13 stone140.1 kgI've lost 6 pounds since last month. At my current weight, if I had strictly dieted, I would have probably dropped about 20- 30 pounds. But the mere mention of the

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I heard a story the other day that still has me laughing MAO every time I think about it. And with the week I'd been having, a good laugh was what I was in desperate need of.It's all about a dog named Bear. My sister, Bec, picked up a dog from the pound last year. A Great Dane/ Lab mix, he was an eight month old puppy that had been abandoned. Bec has four kids and he immediately became attached

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There are all sorts of reasons why people want to change themselves or rid themselves of an addiction.In my case, I have lots of reasons why I want to lose weight and get healthy.When I was younger, it had to do with my vanity and every diet was a means to an end to get to the result of a better appearance. My own health didn't even enter into the equation.Now as I head into my mid forties and my

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785545203177425334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470142801552529424.post-65126289657257127042009-12-10T21:42:00.004Z2009-12-10T22:00:51.694Z

You can be too old or too fat, but you can't be both.Did you ever notice that there are really no obese eighty or ninety year olds? I don't mean someone carrying an extra 30 or 40 pounds, but more than that. You never hear of a ninety year old worrying about whether they'll fit into a chair. Do you know of any eighty year old women who have to roll around on the floor to get their stockings on?

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785545203177425334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470142801552529424.post-80393377743826068652009-12-08T21:59:00.005Z2009-12-08T23:21:49.822Z

Something very unexpected happened yesterday.I lost my job.For the past 18 months, I've worked for 2 agencies providing care in the home for the elderly and the disabled. To say that I love my job would be an understatement. In taking care of one patient a shift (instead of nine), I am able to provide the one on one care that drew me to nursing in the first place.I've become very attached to

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785545203177425334noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470142801552529424.post-8751433866650300902009-12-05T15:34:00.005Z2009-12-05T16:43:40.011Z

For the past two days, I've struggled with this blog.I am where I am today because of choices that I've made previously. And as indicated by the big mess I find myself in, I've made some doozy choices.Thursday and the first half of Friday were a day and a half of bad choices. Already. Only ten days into my project and I've fallen down. In 36 hours, I managed to down 2 family sized Galaxy bars, 2

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785545203177425334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470142801552529424.post-77497934758930738712009-12-02T11:07:00.002Z2009-12-02T11:28:54.912Z

My grandmother died six weeks before my eighth birthday. It was a crisp, sunny winter day. Looking out the front window, I saw my Aunt Sis’ yellow Chevy Nova parked out front. It was then that I knew something was up. Back in my room with its red carpet and red and white wallpaper, my father told me that Gramma Roberts had died earlier that morning. I flung my arms around his waist and cried. I

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785545203177425334noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470142801552529424.post-35968083700240711482009-11-29T21:14:00.004Z2009-11-30T00:51:58.982Z

In 1983, at the age of 17, I started my first 'official' diet. I joined Nutri-System and ate their prepackaged food and drinks. I went from 162 lbs down to 140. To think that I thought I was 'fat' at 162!That diet started me on the long and tortuous road of yo-yo dieting: lose 20lbs and gain back 30. That was par for the course.I've been to Weight Watchers so many times in both the US and Ireland

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785545203177425334noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470142801552529424.post-12269640619938505112009-11-28T21:36:00.002Z2009-11-28T22:04:14.703Z

As much as I want to, there is no place to hide when you're a fat woman in a thin world. Unless I become a recluse -and there's always hope as my great aunt Dolly was-there is always someplace to go.There'll be a family wedding where I have to turn myself into a contortionist just to wrestle on a pair of pantyhose. If I go to a party, I get palpitations if I see folding, wooden chairs. I'm only

Michelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01785545203177425334noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470142801552529424.post-30058540902175656562009-11-26T22:57:00.002Z2009-11-26T23:18:03.184Z

Well, it's official. I've entered the world of blogging.As the end of 2009 draws near (thank God), I've taken a deep breath and decided to shed the 2 biggest things in my life that are definitely holding me back.1) My husband. It's definitely the end of the line for Mr. B.2) My weight.As to the first problem, I'll leave that to my solicitor.But as to the second problem, there is just no way

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