Tags: baker, bridesmaids, Bridezilla, cheat meals, diet, dress, florist, health, insulin, insulin resistance, insulin resistant, journalism, kilt, moving, newsroom, photography, save-the-dates, three thing thursday, tuxedo, wedding, wedding announcements
No. 1 — I am moving my desk back to my old area of the newsroom. It is a bittersweet feeling, because I loved this job and now it is changing. I thought I found my niche, but with journalism, you have to roll with the punches.
No. 2 — I really, REALLY need to change my diet. I was doing some research aka Googling “why can’t I lose any weight?” I found an article that gave possible indicators for being insulin resistant. Oh boy, I have like seven or more of these indicators, despite my blood work for my level always being fine; (and by fine, I mean my doctor never alarms me with it being too high or close to it.)
Anyway, I figured I need to fix my situation and if the issue doesn’t resolve itself in three weeks — three weeks of eating excellent, exercising and NO cheat meals — then I am going to the doctor and asking “WTF!?”.
No. 3 — Oh, wedding, how I loathe you. I am SO stressed out and I hope that goes away, soon. (yea, rrriiigghhhttt.) Now we are on to photographers. By September, I need: to have sent out the save-the-dates, have sent out the wedding announcements, got my dress ordered, have my bridesmaid dresses ordered, picked a photographer, picked a florist, picked a baker for the dessert, have Jamieson order his kilt and the groomsmen their kilts/tuxedos.
Bridezilla, here I come.
Tags: beat, Bible, confidence, devotional, health, inner self, joyce meyer, Psalm, religion, spirituality, the confident woman, trust
That is part of the Bible verse this day in Psalm. Do we ever stop for a moment and really thing about it?
I know I beat up on myself on pretty much a daily basis. Today, for instance, I hated my body. I hated that I am struggling to lose these pounds. I was upset I got overworked the night before about the wedding.
But then I was equally stressing out about my future life, where I feel I really do need to be Wonder Woman sometimes. How are we going to afford this? I need to have kids by the time I am 30, or my eggs will dry up. I NEED to get married/”start” my life. I need to be fit, hungry (not literally), invincible.
All of these are TOTALLY unrealistic.
“Women need to experience a revival of knowing their infinite worth and value.” That is a GREAT quote by Joyce Meyer.
How do we experience this revival, let go of past feelings and feel great for once?
Through God. By God. With God.
Tags: carbs, control, health, junk food, junk food vegan, junk food vegan diet, seasonal affective disorder, vegan mofo, veganmofo, weight gain
I will come out and say it: I am a junk food vegan. I love it. I work for a CSA, I have gained weight and I need to eat better.
BUT when I am down or need something yummy to soothe my soul, I reach for a small bottle of ginger ale, a bag or chips or french fries and some pasta DRENCHED in nooch (also known as nutritional yeast.)
I also am a carb-aholic. Pizza, pasta, bread, fries … OH MY! And yum yum!
But this all is bad for my (high) cholesterol, my recent weight gain and my self esteem. I usually gain weight in the winter as I retreat with my seasonal affective disorder (undiagnosed but totally there), my cold hands wrapped around a nice, warm, big bowl of rigatoni and Earth Balance.
For some reason this summer, I got out of control. I just got sick of counting calories. Then it was training for races and I let my diet get out of control, because I did burn off those calories, right? I lost 8 pounds, and gained them right back.
And now, with so many things to do at my new apartment, and I am still not used to my new schedule, I haven’t been to the gym. In about more than a month. I also go to bed at 10 p.m. anymore, so I only have four hours after work to get anything done. Again, cleaning, cooking, baking, unpacking …
I wish I could be that vegan who eats veggies for every meal and not a bit of carb and be satisfied. But I can’t be. My IBS hates it, too.
Do you have any tips on fixing my junk food vegan diet?
Tags: body, body issues, body obsessed, buff, fat, fitness, health, healthy, IBS, Irritable Bowel Syndrome, perfection, toned, vegan
I’ve never had the best body image. It probably began when I hit puberty and BAM! hello, two ginormous thighs! I have always hated them, except when they proved useful (which was rarely.)
I also was a cheerleader for 11 years, which does WONDERS for self esteem when you can’t tumble and you don’t get onto varsity until your senior year. Don’t forget about those short skirts.
After that, I started to not give a crap about my body, concentrating more so on my studies. My weight stayed the same through college, except for senior year. I got sick, discovered I had IBS (Irritable Bowel Syndrome) and constantly got bloated.
Step in a number of other factors in the four years since college graduation: New work places, new work hours, new diet (vegan!) and then getting comfortable with the boyfriend.
I fully embraced my vegan lifestyle. With new developments in vegan foods, I got to enjoy the emergence of new fake meats, frozen dinners, melt-able non-dairy cheese and so much more. As vegans, we are constantly trying to prove that vegan versions are better than meat-filled versions, but somewhere in there the vegan versions are not better calorie-wise.
It is oh so good, yummy in my tummy, but absolutely horrible for my thighs!
And somewhere, in a matter of 8 years, I ballooned an additional 26 pounds! Yes, for my small 5’4″ frame, that isn’t so good. The boyfriend obviously said he didn’t care: “more to grab onto; you got curves, etc.”
With so many fit women around me on the blogosphere and a few good looking coworkers, my other examples in real life aren’t so good. The mom realized her bad ways and has tried Weight Watchers (lost close to 30 pounds!) My dad almost had his second heart attack and now is going practically vegan.
On Jan. 1, 2012, I realized that I need to eat better and I took the step to lose 30 pounds in a year.
I fill my Pinterest with toned, buff women and inspirational quotes. I try my best to get rid of the bad food (try, try!)
It has definitely been a struggle, and then it makes me think, “Am I body obsessed?”
I love who I am as a person inside. I am intelligent, thoughtful, caring, giving, loving. I am a pretty unique and special person, but my outer layer doesn’t express the same thing.
I feel uncomfortable in my own skin, and I could blame it on IBS (bloating, flatulence and bowel movements don’t make me feel pretty or well.) But I have felt this way since I was 12. Since I began wearing Adidas pants and big T-shirts to hide my weird body. Since I banned shorts except for exercise because I felt like a cow.
Do you have/had body issues? How do you deal with them, or have dealt with them? If you are a bit older, what advice do you have for a young women like myself?