You Better Start Believing in Success Stories, You're in One! Nov. W.I.S.H Challenge

[MommaoffherRocker]

I was on track for the elusive 2:44:59 PR for the half through my 10K and there was a water station right at around mile 7 that also served gatorade. I think the mix was off because I felt really wonky after, so I opted to walk that mile, and then I kept feeling worse and sluggish. Another runner saw me and slowed down, made sure I was okay and we ended up walking together until mile 11 when i barfed... twice! (He held my ponytail for me ) I almost took a sag wagon cart to the finish but opted to walk it in and finished in 3:20. Not the finish I was hoping for, but I think the dry, warm weather mixed with the flashing lights and bad gatorade just... didn't want me to do well.

San Antonio is in 3 weeks and I'll probably skip that half and downgrade to the 5K so I can do the 10K and 5K remix and shoot for PRs on both. I need to let my body heal for Star Wars 10k/Half weekend and I don't want to damage my knees before Disney now that I'm going. Woot woot.

The medals for light side looked so much better in person when I saw them at the expo this weekend. So jealous

 

[courtneybeth]

@MommaoffherRocker -- Aren't they awesome? The only one that we're not getting is the Challenge because we signed up separately, but we didn't like it --- so it's cool we don't get the shirt or the medal.

 

[MinnieLovesTigger]

@MinnieLovesTigger please do jump onboard!

This weekend marginally successful for me. I did not get my steps or workouts in but I did paint for 4 hours yesterday finishing off many hours of painting planned around in different rooms ! Yea!

Took my DD back to school and we went to art museum for the Van Gogh traveling exhibit, loved it! Reminded me of our trip to Paris this summer

Here's to a successful week ahead!

Permission granted, we be glad to have ye aboard!

Thank you for the welcome! I suppose I should start by introducing myself.

My name is Lily. I'm a 43 year old married lawyer from Washington, DC, mom to two cats and a dog, all around Disney fanatic.

I've spent the last 20 years mostly packing on the pounds and, with the exception of a few half hearted attempts at diet and exercise, have mostly ignored my ever increasing girth. After struggling with a motley crew of various complaints for the last five years or so, I was diagnosed with lupus this summer. Trigger more eating and denial. At least until last week aka as the week of the horrifying wake up calls.

On my commute home from work, I grabbed a seat on the train to unfortunately glance down at the phone belonging to the woman in the window seat. The text? Why do fat people always sit next to me on the metro?

Somehow I couldn't look away. I fit completely in my seat. No part of me was touching her. There was at least a few inches of space between our shoulders and our legs. Yet fairly horrifying descriptions of me continued to fly from her fingers for the next 20 minutes. Finally, she stood to get off, knocking me with her bag as she went, and muttering that I should try a salad every once in a while, you fat cow.

The crazy thing is, I never thought I was that horrifying. And if I fat-shamed her back, we would probably be close to the same size. I'm not small. The scale this morning, at 219, was the highest weight I've ever seen. But I was always OK with myself. Since then, I've barely slept. I look at myself with disgust every time I pass a mirror. I took offense at my shadow last night. My shadow. And then I ate an entire can of pringles and 11 Thin Mints.

I would really like to say I want to get healthy for my health. My doctors would certainly agree that I need to eat significantly better and get some mild exercise. But I'm just disgusted with myself.

I leave for Orlando in 2 1/2 weeks for a vacation I've been looking forward to for months. MVMCP, Harry Potter, Discovery Cove. But now. I'm trying to regain enthusiasm. But I don't want to meet characters because I don't want to see the pictures. I don't want to go to Discovery Cove because I don't want to be seen in a wetsuit.

I'm sorry. I feel like this is all too much for someone you haven't even virtually met. But I've lurked on this board for months and you all seem like the nicest, most supportive people. And I don't have the foggiest idea how to begin without saying exactly where I am right now.

Which would be at the bottom of a well of my own digging.

 

[MinnieLovesTigger]

As our story continues we learn that the only way for Will and Elizabeth to escape their fate at the gallows is to find Jack and bring his compass to Lord Beckett of the East India Trading Company. Elizabeth remains in jail while Will sails off the find Jack and convince him to give up his compass.

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Will finds him on a mysterious island that no one will go near. The island is inhabited by a tribe of cannibals. The cannibals believe Jack is their God in human form. Even though that might sound like a good thing it turns out to be very bad for Jack. If he doesn't find a way to escape, the tribe plans on releasing him from his human bond.

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This island that Jack found looked like a good option for him. But he finds out later that it wasn't. This can be like food options on our journey. Some food that is labeled healthy can actually be junk food in disguise. How do you tell between the two? Do you research your options? Do you read food labels? I'm curious about those outside of the U.S are your labels different than ours?

I suppose step two would be to identify a goal for the remainder of the month and answer today's question.

A goal is hard. I'd like to lose the 15 pounds I've gained since my trip to WDW in March before we leave for Orlando on 12/2. I know that isn't going to happen. I would also really like to get a grip on my current downward spiral. Correction - I need to get a grip. So the plan is to start tracking on My Fitness Pal and the goal is to lose 5 pounds.

As far as labels.... I do read labels but often only when I've reached the end of the package and then I use the information to beat myself up. I remember being particular horrified by the 100 calorie packs when they were introduced years ago. So expensive and so little satisfaction to be found within.

 

[MinnieLovesTigger]

The biggest advantage appears to be when you are working something like ribbing, where you are switching between knits and purls: in the English/throwing method it is an extra movement the bring the yarn to the front or back, but with Continental there's less movement, you mostly just switch how you are picking. People also mentioned doing both picking and throwing when they are working with multiple colors, so the yarn doesn't get tangled up. I don't do color work yet, so I'm not sure how that works. My right shoulder is always sore, so I'm wanting to learn Continental to give that arm/shoulder a break from doing all the work.

Knitting! I can't really knit very much anymore because of joint problems but I switched to continental when I first started to struggle with my hands. So much less effort once you get the hang of it! I absolutely recommend it.

P.s. Scarf is great!

 

[4Mickeys]

I'm sorry. I feel like this is all too much for someone you haven't even virtually met. But I've lurked on this board for months and you all seem like the nicest, most supportive people. And I don't have the foggiest idea how to begin without saying exactly where I am right now.

First off definitely no need to be sorry - I am so glad you have felt from lurking that we are a friendly supportive bunch of people here who are ready to listen when needed and gently support and encourage each other on our journeys - and you know what they say sometimes its easier to tell a stranger - but you will find that even though we are far apart and I mean sometimes very far apart e.g. I'm in Australia and we have friends in Germany and Ireland that we don't stay true strangers for long

On my commute home from work, I grabbed a seat on the train to unfortunately glance down at the phone belonging to the woman in the window seat. The text? Why do fat people always sit next to me on the metro?

Somehow I couldn't look away. I fit completely in my seat. No part of me was touching her. There was at least a few inches of space between our shoulders and our legs. Yet fairly horrifying descriptions of me continued to fly from her fingers for the next 20 minutes. Finally, she stood to get off, knocking me with her bag as she went, and muttering that I should try a salad every once in a while, you fat cow.

The crazy thing is, I never thought I was that horrifying. And if I fat-shamed her back, we would probably be close to the same size. I'm not small. The scale this morning, at 219, was the highest weight I've ever seen. But I was always OK with myself. Since then, I've barely slept. I look at myself with disgust every time I pass a mirror.

Secondly - I am so sorry to hear this happened to you. Judging from what you say with the other woman being about the same body size as you - its probably her own internal issues that unfortunately came tumbling out directed at you. It amazes me sometimes that as much as the world seems so 'politically correct' with what you can and can't say there is still a lot of unkindness, anger and division occurring. I know it is hard but please please don't let this woman, her bad mood and her issues worry you any further. You are much more than the body you are not happy with at the moment - you are a professional woman who works in a very demanding career, you have a partner who loves you and not to forget those animal members of your family and .... you were clever enough to find us See I picked all that up and I just 'met' you . Having self doubts and down days I certainly understand as will many of us here. I am 43 as well so you have an age buddy here and we can continue on our healthy journey together.

 

[HappyGrape]

What a horrible person too sit next to!

 

[HappyGrape]

Finally, she stood to get off, knocking me with her bag as she went, and muttering that I should try a salad every once in a while, you fat cow.

I'm sorry. I feel like this is all too much for someone you haven't even virtually met. But I've lurked on this board for months and you all seem like the nicest, most supportive people. And I don't have the foggiest idea how to begin without saying exactly where I am right now.

First, hi and welcome
Second she sounds horrible miserable person and her being so stupid have nothing to do with you but all to do with how miserable she is and how ugly her behavior is. Be sure that she takes any opportunity to be nasty to others, it's not limited to weight. You are just around and she took opportunity to show how classy she is! OR NOT!!!

I am really sorry that it happened to you.

Second thing I was going to suggest is consider setting up minimum standards or efforts as you will you are willing to do daily. Even on vacation. For the rest of your life. I came accross this idea listening to the half size me podcast (which I highly recommend)

My minimums are
I try to do at least 10 000 steps daily. Every day. It's my minimum, unless I am sick.
I track calories daily. Even if I estimate and I try to have a fair guess. Even on vacation.
I try to have at least 300g or half plate of veggies or fruit on most of my meals. This doesn't always happen on vacation but I still aim for it

Some days on Vacation I ate more than I burned. At WDW few weeks ago I walked so much, yet second week I ate little more than what I burned for the week. But having to come up with number and add it helped me get a grip with the portion sizes and the old it's vacation, don't count so lets eat like it doesn't count.

 

[HappyGrape]

Great news @courtneybeth! Really happy for you

I quickly figured out that even to maintain by 1st of January I need to up my step count. The temptations are already everywhere!

There are cooking programs and christmas food adds on all stations
2 birthdays and 2 nights out and one lunch with friend in the next 2 weeks and things come up every day!
I feel like indulging little more. Perhaps as it's getting colder

That's it, I will aim for 15000 steps a day, even 17000 and see how it goes. Being 13kg slimmer than this time last year means I need less calories to function so I need to earn my meals out. Or eat less!

 

[piglet1979]

Thank you for the welcome! I suppose I should start by introducing myself.

My name is Lily. I'm a 43 year old married lawyer from Washington, DC, mom to two cats and a dog, all around Disney fanatic.

I've spent the last 20 years mostly packing on the pounds and, with the exception of a few half hearted attempts at diet and exercise, have mostly ignored my ever increasing girth. After struggling with a motley crew of various complaints for the last five years or so, I was diagnosed with lupus this summer. Trigger more eating and denial. At least until last week aka as the week of the horrifying wake up calls.

On my commute home from work, I grabbed a seat on the train to unfortunately glance down at the phone belonging to the woman in the window seat. The text? Why do fat people always sit next to me on the metro?

Somehow I couldn't look away. I fit completely in my seat. No part of me was touching her. There was at least a few inches of space between our shoulders and our legs. Yet fairly horrifying descriptions of me continued to fly from her fingers for the next 20 minutes. Finally, she stood to get off, knocking me with her bag as she went, and muttering that I should try a salad every once in a while, you fat cow.

The crazy thing is, I never thought I was that horrifying. And if I fat-shamed her back, we would probably be close to the same size. I'm not small. The scale this morning, at 219, was the highest weight I've ever seen. But I was always OK with myself. Since then, I've barely slept. I look at myself with disgust every time I pass a mirror. I took offense at my shadow last night. My shadow. And then I ate an entire can of pringles and 11 Thin Mints.

I would really like to say I want to get healthy for my health. My doctors would certainly agree that I need to eat significantly better and get some mild exercise. But I'm just disgusted with myself.

I leave for Orlando in 2 1/2 weeks for a vacation I've been looking forward to for months. MVMCP, Harry Potter, Discovery Cove. But now. I'm trying to regain enthusiasm. But I don't want to meet characters because I don't want to see the pictures. I don't want to go to Discovery Cove because I don't want to be seen in a wetsuit.

I'm sorry. I feel like this is all too much for someone you haven't even virtually met. But I've lurked on this board for months and you all seem like the nicest, most supportive people. And I don't have the foggiest idea how to begin without saying exactly where I am right now.

Which would be at the bottom of a well of my own digging.

I am so sorry this happened to you. What a mean person she must be. We will be here to support you through your journey.

 

[HappyGrape]

Can I have WhooHoo Tuesday please! 1st year scan came back all clear (DH). I am so relieved, I could cry!

 

[Oneanne]

I was on track for the elusive 2:44:59 PR for the half through my 10K and there was a water station right at around mile 7 that also served gatorade. I think the mix was off because I felt really wonky after, so I opted to walk that mile, and then I kept feeling worse and sluggish. Another runner saw me and slowed down, made sure I was okay and we ended up walking together until mile 11 when i barfed... twice! (He held my ponytail for me ) I almost took a sag wagon cart to the finish but opted to walk it in and finished in 3:20. Not the finish I was hoping for, but I think the dry, warm weather mixed with the flashing lights and bad gatorade just... didn't want me to do well.

San Antonio is in 3 weeks and I'll probably skip that half and downgrade to the 5K so I can do the 10K and 5K remix and shoot for PRs on both. I need to let my body heal for Star Wars 10k/Half weekend and I don't want to damage my knees before Disney now that I'm going. Woot woot.

If you can swing it, when you are in San Antonio be sure to catch The Saga projection show at the San Fernando Cathedral. It is the same technology as used to project on to the Castle at WDW, and I was really blown away by it. It's free and plays Tues, Fri, Sat and Sun nights starting at 9pm.

 

[Oneanne]

Thank you for the welcome! I suppose I should start by introducing myself.

My name is Lily. I'm a 43 year old married lawyer from Washington, DC, mom to two cats and a dog, all around Disney fanatic.

I've spent the last 20 years mostly packing on the pounds and, with the exception of a few half hearted attempts at diet and exercise, have mostly ignored my ever increasing girth. After struggling with a motley crew of various complaints for the last five years or so, I was diagnosed with lupus this summer. Trigger more eating and denial. At least until last week aka as the week of the horrifying wake up calls.

On my commute home from work, I grabbed a seat on the train to unfortunately glance down at the phone belonging to the woman in the window seat. The text? Why do fat people always sit next to me on the metro?

Somehow I couldn't look away. I fit completely in my seat. No part of me was touching her. There was at least a few inches of space between our shoulders and our legs. Yet fairly horrifying descriptions of me continued to fly from her fingers for the next 20 minutes. Finally, she stood to get off, knocking me with her bag as she went, and muttering that I should try a salad every once in a while, you fat cow.

The crazy thing is, I never thought I was that horrifying. And if I fat-shamed her back, we would probably be close to the same size. I'm not small. The scale this morning, at 219, was the highest weight I've ever seen. But I was always OK with myself. Since then, I've barely slept. I look at myself with disgust every time I pass a mirror. I took offense at my shadow last night. My shadow. And then I ate an entire can of pringles and 11 Thin Mints.

I would really like to say I want to get healthy for my health. My doctors would certainly agree that I need to eat significantly better and get some mild exercise. But I'm just disgusted with myself.

I leave for Orlando in 2 1/2 weeks for a vacation I've been looking forward to for months. MVMCP, Harry Potter, Discovery Cove. But now. I'm trying to regain enthusiasm. But I don't want to meet characters because I don't want to see the pictures. I don't want to go to Discovery Cove because I don't want to be seen in a wetsuit.

I'm sorry. I feel like this is all too much for someone you haven't even virtually met. But I've lurked on this board for months and you all seem like the nicest, most supportive people. And I don't have the foggiest idea how to begin without saying exactly where I am right now.

Which would be at the bottom of a well of my own digging.

So sorry to hear this happened to you . What an ugly, ugly person she was... and most likely a broken person as well. She was really talking to and about herself and expressing her own personal shame. So glad that you've joined in the conversation - welcome!

 

[Oneanne]

First, hi and welcome
Second she sounds horrible miserable person and her being so stupid have nothing to do with you but all to do with how miserable she is and how ugly her behavior is. Be sure that she takes any opportunity to be nasty to others, it's not limited to weight. You are just around and she took opportunity to show how classy she is! OR NOT!!!

I am really sorry that it happened to you.

Second thing I was going to suggest is consider setting up minimum standards or efforts as you will you are willing to do daily. Even on vacation. For the rest of your life. I came accross this idea listening to the half size me podcast (which I highly recommend)

My minimums are
I try to do at least 10 000 steps daily. Every day. It's my minimum, unless I am sick.
I track calories daily. Even if I estimate and I try to have a fair guess. Even on vacation.
I try to have at least 300g or half plate of veggies or fruit on most of my meals. This doesn't always happen on vacation but I still aim for it

Some days on Vacation I ate more than I burned. At WDW few weeks ago I walked so much, yet second week I ate little more than what I burned for the week. But having to come up with number and add it helped me get a grip with the portion sizes and the old it's vacation, don't count so lets eat like it doesn't count.

Oh I really like this idea of setting up a minimum, instead of trying to hit the max all the time and feeling like you're coming up short when it doesn't happen!

 

[Oneanne]

Can I have WhooHoo Tuesday please! 1st year scan came back all clear (DH). I am so relieved, I could cry!

WooHoo!!!

 

[Oneanne]

Knitting! I can't really knit very much anymore because of joint problems but I switched to continental when I first started to struggle with my hands. So much less effort once you get the hang of it! I absolutely recommend it.

P.s. Scarf is great!

I was a bit surprised that the right hand is still doing the work, but as you mention it is so much less effort/movement that I think it will help. And I think the re-training is a very healthful brain exercise as well. [/QUOTE]

 

[piglet1979]

Today and Thursday are an off day for me this week. My husband normally gets the kids off the bus but he has to work late so I need to leave work early. Thankfully my work is very flexible when it comes to stuff like this. I am only getting to work 30 minutes earlier but it feels like hours earlier. I feel completely off.

Last night went ok. I did work out but it wasn't great. I started to get a bad headache and just feeling off. I only did 10 minutes in the elliptical because my legs just couldn't handle more. I did the treadmill for a little bit but utimitally just walked the track at a slower pace. I did not get 10,000 but I was at about 9,000. dinner we had grilled chicken, noodles and corn, garlic bread and green beans. I need to add this to MFP but I am sure i am under 12,000 calories. After lunch I was only at like 300-400 calories. I did not snack at all yesterday. I was really tired and started to fall asleep at 8. I tried not taking advil for my headache but it just wouldn't go away so I gave in at about 11 so I could sleep better then I was.

 

[MommaoffherRocker]

As Will is off finding Jack, Elizabeth has escaped prison and made her way onto a ship. She tricks the crew into taking her to the pirate port of Tortuga. There she meets up with Jack. Jack is in Tortuga collecting souls to give to Davy Jones in return for his own. It turns out Will, unknowingly, is one of those souls.

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Davy Jones was once a normal man. He was given the job of ferrying the dead to the afterlife by his love Calypso. He thought that this was a betrayal by Calypso and rebelled against her. Because of that rebellion he turned into a terrifying half sea creature half man. The guilt of betraying Calypso was so great that he cut out his heart, put it in a chest and hid it so he would no longer feel pain. Davy Jones is a cruel man that takes pleasure in tricking dying men into his service. We find out that Davy Jones' heart controls the seas. That is the real treasure of this movie, not Jack's compass like we are originally led to believe.

Today's Question:
If you could chose the compass or the chest to help in your journey to become a healthier you which one would it be?

the compass


something that showed you how to get to goal,

or

the chest


something that controlled outside influences

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[MommaoffherRocker]

I'm sorry this took so long to post, I was having major Disboard issues. I hope they fix that soon!

I think I would pick the compass. If something could plan out how for me to lose weight down to a menu I would be all over it. I have a general idea of what I need to do in my head but I think seeing it spelled out would be much better for me. It would be nice to have control over outside influences but I don't think that is as big of a problem for me as not having a plan.

 

[MommaoffherRocker]

Thank you for the welcome! I suppose I should start by introducing myself.

My name is Lily. I'm a 43 year old married lawyer from Washington, DC, mom to two cats and a dog, all around Disney fanatic.

I've spent the last 20 years mostly packing on the pounds and, with the exception of a few half hearted attempts at diet and exercise, have mostly ignored my ever increasing girth. After struggling with a motley crew of various complaints for the last five years or so, I was diagnosed with lupus this summer. Trigger more eating and denial. At least until last week aka as the week of the horrifying wake up calls.

On my commute home from work, I grabbed a seat on the train to unfortunately glance down at the phone belonging to the woman in the window seat. The text? Why do fat people always sit next to me on the metro?

Somehow I couldn't look away. I fit completely in my seat. No part of me was touching her. There was at least a few inches of space between our shoulders and our legs. Yet fairly horrifying descriptions of me continued to fly from her fingers for the next 20 minutes. Finally, she stood to get off, knocking me with her bag as she went, and muttering that I should try a salad every once in a while, you fat cow.

The crazy thing is, I never thought I was that horrifying. And if I fat-shamed her back, we would probably be close to the same size. I'm not small. The scale this morning, at 219, was the highest weight I've ever seen. But I was always OK with myself. Since then, I've barely slept. I look at myself with disgust every time I pass a mirror. I took offense at my shadow last night. My shadow. And then I ate an entire can of pringles and 11 Thin Mints.

I would really like to say I want to get healthy for my health. My doctors would certainly agree that I need to eat significantly better and get some mild exercise. But I'm just disgusted with myself.

I leave for Orlando in 2 1/2 weeks for a vacation I've been looking forward to for months. MVMCP, Harry Potter, Discovery Cove. But now. I'm trying to regain enthusiasm. But I don't want to meet characters because I don't want to see the pictures. I don't want to go to Discovery Cove because I don't want to be seen in a wetsuit.

I'm sorry. I feel like this is all too much for someone you haven't even virtually met. But I've lurked on this board for months and you all seem like the nicest, most supportive people. And I don't have the foggiest idea how to begin without saying exactly where I am right now.

Which would be at the bottom of a well of my own digging.

I am so happy that you decided to join in! Everyone here is very supportive and I think most of us have felt or are feeling similar feelings as yours with not being happy with yourself, not wanting pictures etc. So we can relate.


I am so sorry that you had that experience on the train. When you talked about how you went home and ate afterwards it reminded me of a podcast I was listening to the other day. It was a podcast about eating for the holidays and the nutritionist said you have to break the cycle of shame. Don't shame yourself for the way you eat. If you have a moment where you overindulge you have to move on and not worry about it. If you are constantly shaming yourself you are more likely to overindulge again and it turns into a vicious cycle. I know that is a lot easier said than done. But it made me feel better knowing that nutritionist didn't think I was a horrible person for not eating perfectly like I feel most people do.