I had a GREAT workout with Gwyn at the YMCA Healthy Living Center today, it put the pin in my stress.
But then my day became more and more stressful and rather than do something healthful like taking a walk, I crammed down four chocolate covered granola bars. That's 560 I did not need. And it's sugar, which meant I was sick as a dog afterward.
I have to work on my coping skills - stress eating is my #1 diet killer. That being said, tomorrow is another day and I won't do it then.
Yours in Health,
Kate
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Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
A New Coat of Paint & The Weekend
First, how do you like the new look of the blog? I am gleeful! Blogger has introduced a new tool to help create templates that are beautiful, not generic, I love it. The new look is a much better reflection of what "Get Healthy with Kate Garner" is all about. And now on to just that...
Friday, as I mentioned, I took the day off. I slept in, I ate a late breakfast, I did some housework, I took a nap, I did even more housework, I had a friend over for drinks, I went to dinner with my brother and I landed back at home to relax. It was a busy, except for the naps, fruitful day. I kept my food relatively under control and only had one drink with my friend.
My workout on Friday was a combination of housework, stair climbing and lifting weights. I was surprised by how trying to move quickly throughout the house actually kept my heart rate up. By the time I hit the shower for my friend's visit I was sweaty, tired and satisfied I had worked out.
Saturday I woke up with a migraine as the storm rolled in. I was convinced the lights flashing were in my head until I was finally able to focus on the distant clouds, LOL. So, I dropped four ibuprofen and snuggled back in the sheets. When I woke up three hours later the headache was all but gone, thankfully. Then I did a healthy breakfast, worked out with weights and dancing, went to work, ran an errand, got my hair trimmed and went to see the A-Team with my dad. It was a fun popcorn movie, so that's what I ate - it also acted as my lunch. Not a great choice, but I didn't add M&M's, so that must count for something. :)
Then I checked my e-mail via phone and my day went off the rails. I got an e-mail from a friend telling me that someone I once cared for deeply was getting married. She even included a link to their wedding planning site - I am not a complete masochist, so I didn't look. But the very idea hit me hard anyway. I mean, I haven't seem him in almost two years. I knew he would end up marrying this woman. I don't have overt feelings for him anymore and yet, there was that pang.
I know there were a couple of factors at play - 1. 'There goes another person getting married before me' and 2. The standing self-worth issue of 'why am I alone'. Rather than suffer with the memories and pain they brought up, I ate. That's what emotional eaters do. Rather than feel the pain or anger or frustration, we eat. I went straight to a favorite barbecue joint, got my favorite sandwich, sweet potato fries and went home to stuff it down.
I made myself sick. I never eat that much in one sitting anymore and I knew I was going to feel like I needed to puke when I got done. So, I stuffed it down faster than my body could register the load. A few minutes after I finished, my body bloated and I was miserable. Not only physically miserable, but emotionally miserable. I was angry with myself for once again letting someone else's actions make me self-destructive. Rather than go for a walk or play another game of my favorite food distraction (Bejeweled) I fell back to my old friend food. It was pathetic.
And there it is, the last of beating myself up for faltering with food and emotions. I have to let this incident go. If I continue to harp on myself or drag this out, it will only cause more binging. My self-flagellation will only encourage me to get depressed and thereby eat ice cream to assuage those feelings - the circle would just keep spinning.
Instead, it's Sunday and I begin again with more knowledge about myself than I had yesterday and that is what I need most. I need to recognize the problem, deal with it and move forward, not look back. So, today I have had my oatmeal and coffee and now I am craving a salad for lunch. I think it's my body asking for a detente, I will oblige. In fact, the remainder of the day only holds healthy options as I work my way to a funeral and then on to doing laundry and then to a new week.
Yours in Health,
Kate
Friday, as I mentioned, I took the day off. I slept in, I ate a late breakfast, I did some housework, I took a nap, I did even more housework, I had a friend over for drinks, I went to dinner with my brother and I landed back at home to relax. It was a busy, except for the naps, fruitful day. I kept my food relatively under control and only had one drink with my friend.
My workout on Friday was a combination of housework, stair climbing and lifting weights. I was surprised by how trying to move quickly throughout the house actually kept my heart rate up. By the time I hit the shower for my friend's visit I was sweaty, tired and satisfied I had worked out.
Saturday I woke up with a migraine as the storm rolled in. I was convinced the lights flashing were in my head until I was finally able to focus on the distant clouds, LOL. So, I dropped four ibuprofen and snuggled back in the sheets. When I woke up three hours later the headache was all but gone, thankfully. Then I did a healthy breakfast, worked out with weights and dancing, went to work, ran an errand, got my hair trimmed and went to see the A-Team with my dad. It was a fun popcorn movie, so that's what I ate - it also acted as my lunch. Not a great choice, but I didn't add M&M's, so that must count for something. :)
Then I checked my e-mail via phone and my day went off the rails. I got an e-mail from a friend telling me that someone I once cared for deeply was getting married. She even included a link to their wedding planning site - I am not a complete masochist, so I didn't look. But the very idea hit me hard anyway. I mean, I haven't seem him in almost two years. I knew he would end up marrying this woman. I don't have overt feelings for him anymore and yet, there was that pang.
I know there were a couple of factors at play - 1. 'There goes another person getting married before me' and 2. The standing self-worth issue of 'why am I alone'. Rather than suffer with the memories and pain they brought up, I ate. That's what emotional eaters do. Rather than feel the pain or anger or frustration, we eat. I went straight to a favorite barbecue joint, got my favorite sandwich, sweet potato fries and went home to stuff it down.
I made myself sick. I never eat that much in one sitting anymore and I knew I was going to feel like I needed to puke when I got done. So, I stuffed it down faster than my body could register the load. A few minutes after I finished, my body bloated and I was miserable. Not only physically miserable, but emotionally miserable. I was angry with myself for once again letting someone else's actions make me self-destructive. Rather than go for a walk or play another game of my favorite food distraction (Bejeweled) I fell back to my old friend food. It was pathetic.
And there it is, the last of beating myself up for faltering with food and emotions. I have to let this incident go. If I continue to harp on myself or drag this out, it will only cause more binging. My self-flagellation will only encourage me to get depressed and thereby eat ice cream to assuage those feelings - the circle would just keep spinning.
Instead, it's Sunday and I begin again with more knowledge about myself than I had yesterday and that is what I need most. I need to recognize the problem, deal with it and move forward, not look back. So, today I have had my oatmeal and coffee and now I am craving a salad for lunch. I think it's my body asking for a detente, I will oblige. In fact, the remainder of the day only holds healthy options as I work my way to a funeral and then on to doing laundry and then to a new week.
Yours in Health,
Kate
Monday, August 4, 2008
From the beginning... Fat will make you Fat
The past few months I have once again been struggling with sugar. I don't know why I haven't been able to let it go. But every cookie, dense piece of cake and brownie has tempted me to the point of caving. I have spent quality time beating myself up over lacking self-respect. (While stuffing another bite in my face.) It has been self-defeating and just flat negative. But this weekend I had a breakthrough moment.
Fat.
The way I eat these days is low in fat, except for a little olive oil here or nut fat there, almost everything I eat is 6 grams of fat or less. Unless, of course, you count those 'temptations' I mentioned. The average cookie has a minimum of 10 grams of fat - yes, per cookie. Brownie - 20-26. Cake - 25-35. Cheesecake - 35+.
Yes, this label is for ONE! brownie.
While I have been lamenting the sugar, the fat has been piling up. The pathetic thing is that the fat content rarely passed through my mind on my benders. And while we are talking fat - no 'from scratch' baked good worth its sugar is baked without whole eggs and real butter - so bring on the cholesterol too.
Holy crap!
I haven't just been feeding my stress and emotions with the white/brown stuff - I have been damaging my health with flat-out healthy diet contraband! The only saving grace, perhaps, is that I tend to like the locally produced goodies, so no trans fats. However, that doesn't negate the overall affect on one's body. To be blunt - fat with make you fat.
The body feels the need to store that which it doesn't need right now, for a rainy day. Fat is not a quick burn, carbs are, protein can go either way. It's all about your body's make-up and what you are doing around the time you consume your food. While in the end it comes down to the simple equation - calories in needs to be less than calories out - when it comes to losing weight; fat is the last point of interest for the body to burn.
Luckily, the body needs 'X' amount of fat to survive. If we lower our overall fat intake, it will have to burn some of what we have stored to survive. The other way we lose fat is by lowering overall calories - your body will burn fat when it runs out of immediate calorie sources and needs energy.
That is where making sure you are getting enough protein and plant sources come in, your body will seek out what it needs. If you are eating plenty of lean protein and vegetables, it won't bother to go after your muscles or anything else in your body - except fat, for energy.
Obviously, I am writing this to share some fat facts. But honestly I am writing it for me as much as anyone. I needed a reminder of why I don't eat 'treats' anymore, except on rare occasions. There is nothing healthful or body fulfilling in them. They taste good, they give you a temporary high to make you 'feel better', but in the end they are a crutch for people like me.
While I definitely do not believe in ever denying yourself anything - it should be everything in moderation. I 'moderated' myself right into a long term binge. Now it's time to move myself right out. Both my butt and my heart will thank me.
Yours in health, Kate
Fat.
The way I eat these days is low in fat, except for a little olive oil here or nut fat there, almost everything I eat is 6 grams of fat or less. Unless, of course, you count those 'temptations' I mentioned. The average cookie has a minimum of 10 grams of fat - yes, per cookie. Brownie - 20-26. Cake - 25-35. Cheesecake - 35+.
Yes, this label is for ONE! brownie.While I have been lamenting the sugar, the fat has been piling up. The pathetic thing is that the fat content rarely passed through my mind on my benders. And while we are talking fat - no 'from scratch' baked good worth its sugar is baked without whole eggs and real butter - so bring on the cholesterol too.
Holy crap!
I haven't just been feeding my stress and emotions with the white/brown stuff - I have been damaging my health with flat-out healthy diet contraband! The only saving grace, perhaps, is that I tend to like the locally produced goodies, so no trans fats. However, that doesn't negate the overall affect on one's body. To be blunt - fat with make you fat.
The body feels the need to store that which it doesn't need right now, for a rainy day. Fat is not a quick burn, carbs are, protein can go either way. It's all about your body's make-up and what you are doing around the time you consume your food. While in the end it comes down to the simple equation - calories in needs to be less than calories out - when it comes to losing weight; fat is the last point of interest for the body to burn.
Luckily, the body needs 'X' amount of fat to survive. If we lower our overall fat intake, it will have to burn some of what we have stored to survive. The other way we lose fat is by lowering overall calories - your body will burn fat when it runs out of immediate calorie sources and needs energy.
That is where making sure you are getting enough protein and plant sources come in, your body will seek out what it needs. If you are eating plenty of lean protein and vegetables, it won't bother to go after your muscles or anything else in your body - except fat, for energy.
Obviously, I am writing this to share some fat facts. But honestly I am writing it for me as much as anyone. I needed a reminder of why I don't eat 'treats' anymore, except on rare occasions. There is nothing healthful or body fulfilling in them. They taste good, they give you a temporary high to make you 'feel better', but in the end they are a crutch for people like me.
While I definitely do not believe in ever denying yourself anything - it should be everything in moderation. I 'moderated' myself right into a long term binge. Now it's time to move myself right out. Both my butt and my heart will thank me.
Yours in health, Kate
Friday, April 18, 2008
I have gained 5 pounds
Two weeks of eating what 'normal' people eat and/or binging on sugar have taken their toll. I weighed in for the first time in two weeks and the scale read 155. That is not o.k.
Yesterday I wore a skirt I haven't worn in a couple of months and commented that it was snug. "Must have worked when I tried to shrink it." Well, while I do that with most of my clothes, because for a while I was shrinking out of everything, that may only have been partially true.
I am disgusted and downtrodden. I am a bad example.
That's what people hold me up as, an example. Right now I feel like I only embody failure.
I am fully aware it is just 5 pounds, not the full 110 pounds. That doesn't make it any easier to type. Especially in light of the fact that as of three weeks ago I had 6 pounds of fat left to lose. Now I am going to guess it's more like 11.
I have to get my eating under control. I have to figure out what that means again. I have to go back to a belief in myself. A belief that I am more important than the food.
The pathetic part is, I know the tips, the words of encouragement, the end-all-be-all way to eat. So, I should be able to get right back on the horse. Problem is, I think I made him too fat too.
Yours in (not-so-much) health, Kate
Yesterday I wore a skirt I haven't worn in a couple of months and commented that it was snug. "Must have worked when I tried to shrink it." Well, while I do that with most of my clothes, because for a while I was shrinking out of everything, that may only have been partially true.
I am disgusted and downtrodden. I am a bad example.
That's what people hold me up as, an example. Right now I feel like I only embody failure.
I am fully aware it is just 5 pounds, not the full 110 pounds. That doesn't make it any easier to type. Especially in light of the fact that as of three weeks ago I had 6 pounds of fat left to lose. Now I am going to guess it's more like 11.
I have to get my eating under control. I have to figure out what that means again. I have to go back to a belief in myself. A belief that I am more important than the food.
The pathetic part is, I know the tips, the words of encouragement, the end-all-be-all way to eat. So, I should be able to get right back on the horse. Problem is, I think I made him too fat too.
Yours in (not-so-much) health, Kate
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