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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

There seems to be a lot of negativity in blog land

I am going to make this post short.  I just need to get down on paper why I am upset today.  I am tired of reading blogs where people are defending themselves, their choices, and where they are right now in this journey, only because someone has chose to judge them.

I know that we BOOBS, would never do this to each other now would we?  We all know what it is like to work our butts off and have something unexpected happen that throws a wrench into our "best laid plans of mice and men" goals.  A band revision, a slipped band, band removal, poor choices of food, eating around the band, what ever it might be.  We all know!

I want to let everyone who follows me know, that I sit in judgement of no one, HELL I am not a model bandster, I fell and I fell hard.  I know what it is like, what happens when you do and I have only compassion for those who are struggling.  I have only hugs of acceptance and words of encouragement for them.  I will say, I wish someone would have slapped me silly when I did fall, to wake my ass up to what I was doing before I did it.

This is not easy, no one should ever make it sound like it is.  If they do then they are lying to you plain and simple.

I love the women whom I met and became friends with in Chicago, and those who I have yet to meet, whose blogs inspire me to keep going.  Those who have met their goals, but not without HARD FRICKING work.

Enough Said!

Happy Tuesday my friends

Monday, January 30, 2012

Baby Showers and Apple Pie

Let me tell you that my weekend was great, but it went by way to darn fast.  Friday after work, I took Cole to his first private swim lesson.  Nichole had a migraine.  That was fun, he did really well.  It was fun, but cold.  When we left the Riverplex,  it had snowed and I have been cold ever since.  LOL.  Must be losing fat I guess.

Saturday was a busy day, I got up and went to work at 5am and worked til 9.  Then I ran to Kohls to pick up some baby shower gifts.  It was my very close friend Danielle's baby shower.  This is her second baby and she is having a little girl.  They already have a boy, the cutest red head you will ever meet, Landon.  I had so much fun, and got some amazing appetizer recipes as well as a fantastic punch recipe.  Here is a picture of her diaper cake that her mom made for her:  The little things on the side of the cake are homemade hair clips they are so cute.

Danielle's Diaper cake

I then headed home and did homework and was exhausted so at 8pm I went to bed.  I woke up at 12:30am and had a headache so I got up and ended up talking with a close friend and I played on Pinetrest until 4am.  That site is addicting ya know.

Sunday Adam was not feeling well at all.  He ended up vomiting and spending the whole day in bed with a fever.  You know when he is not feeling good if he is asking to remain in bed.

Max loves when I change the sheets on my bed.  He thinks it is his time to spread out and take a nap.  See evidence below:

I need a nap 

I love this dog, he is my big baby.  The kindest, most gentle of souls he is.

My baby Max

So after cleaning and grocery shopping, I made my deep dish apple pie for dinner.  Nichole made chicken with corn on the cob, asparagus and mashed potatoes and crescent rolls for dinner.  My good friend Linda and her son Elijah came for dinner.  They are part of our family now.  She is a wonderful single mom raising her son and doing a mighty fine job I might add.  He is a great 14 year old.  He adores the boys and is so good with Cole.

Kristin's Apple Pie
We had a great time at dinner, lots of laughter and smiles.  I only ate a couple bites of chicken and mashed potatoes.  I had about two teaspoons of corn.  I was quite tight yesterday in the band department.  I did get a sliver of pie and it went down just fine, go figure huh!  Good thing I did Just Dance 3 in the morning for an hour.  That sweat work out on their is killer hard.  LOL  I loved it!

I love dancing as a work out, because it is fun, and you really do not feel like you are doing something you dread, like walking on a treadmill, oh that is so boring to me.

I see a lot of mini BOOBS taking place, and I am so happy that these ladies live within close distance to be able to do these.  I admit though, it makes me extremely jealous!  LOL  I cannot wait for BOOBS this year, now that I know how fantastic and wonderful an experience it is, I don't want to miss one.

Hope everyone has a great Monday!

Saturday, January 28, 2012

75 down! Seems I have lost a............

Well I thought rather than talk about it I would put it in pictures so here goes:

75 pounds of beans Yuck!

75 pound Boa Constrictor  ewwwwww!

75 pound fish really?

75 pound table who would have thunk
Imagine carrying a table around all the time on your back.....oh wait I was.....LOL!

75 pound boat (I just laughed)

75 pound squash
Now that is some damn squash don't ya think?

I cannot tell you how excited I am  that I have nearly lost the world's largest ball of Tape!

Friday, January 27, 2012

219.5 that is what I said!

220's are history I tell you, long gone and never to be forgotten either.  Happy Friday everyone!

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

My Lap Band Rules and How I Use My Tool!

The manufacturers of the Lap Band have "rules" or "tips" posted on their websites.  What I have learned over the past five years, especially the first 18 months when I was leading our Lap Band Support group is that "most of us" do not like rules, because our past history is  they do not work as a way of life for us.  We are all different, and we need to find what works for "me"!  This can be hard, when we see others losing consistently with seemingly little effort, and we struggle daily to make the scale budge, when we swear we are doing all the right things.

My surgeon, my DR., my head coach on this journey reminds me over and over.  That this band he placed inside of me is a tool plain and simple, and that I need to work it.  I shouldn't expect "it" to do anything.  (A screwdriver will not remove a screw unless you turn it) I have to work it to get the results that I want - and for me that is nothing short of reaching my goal of 125 pounds gone forever never to return.  My band helps me with portion control, controls my hunger, and leaves me with a feeling of satiety when I work it.  These are "Rules" and some of my support group asked me for them early on.

10 Things I have learned about how to use my tool:

1.  I stay close to my surgeon and his staff: I have a whole team of people at my disposal and my surgeon is the team captain or manager if you will.  He will help me and lead the others to assist in food journals and nutrition questions and so forth, I also have to stay in close contact with my support group and blogging community.
2.  I do not drink with meals:  Plain and simple it defeats the band.
3.  I make sure I get enough protein every day: For me that is 80 grams or more, I try to shoot for 100.
4.  I eat good quality meals and I do not graze:  I try to eat my meal within 20 minutes and leave the table.
5.  I do not drink my calories: my properly adjusted band helps with portion control but only if I am eating solid food.  (It doesn't restrict ice cream, or high calorie frappuccino or Long Island Ice Tea!).
6.  I have learned to use small plates and utensils and to chew, chew, chew, my food.  
7.  I have learned what foods are difficult: I stay away from those because I have lots of good choices.  I have learned to dine and enjoy food again and savor the flavors of the food without additives that mask foods natural flavor.
8.  I always have a plan or at least a plan B:  each and every day for how I am going to use my tool.  NO EXCUSES.  I am not afraid to carry food with me in a plastic bag or head to the gym at 5am because the rest of my day will be too hectic to fit in working out.
9.  I journal my food for the day:  I have found by doing this it keeps me focused and my head in the game.  When I fell off the wagon, I had stopped doing this because I told myself I did not need to.  Whoa I was so wrong.  It keeps me accountable to myself.
10. I make myself a priority: I take care of my health, I eat right, I exercise and I take my vitamins......and I live life to the fullest!

I am not saying that I use my tool perfectly 100% of the time.     Because I do not!!!!!! It is not about perfection it is about CONSISTENCY!!   What I am saying is that I am conscious of my band all of the time, I know how to use it to get results.  I have listened to my body and become in tune with it.  When I fail to do this I gain weight.  I have found that these rules are GOOD THINGS!  That I need to always remember and follow for me!

What are your RULES for your Band?

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

4 keys to a smart nutrition program

Think of the word "diet" and what is the first thing that comes to mind?  Visions of joyless eating, piles of pale lettuce, bored taste buds, more pale lettuce, meals that would starve a mouse,  and mounds of food labeled "OFF LIMITS" and locked away, never to be tasted again.  Oh, and lettuce.  In other words:


Boooring!!  Deprivation diets, fad diets, taboo-food diets send the wrong message.  Our body is not an enemy that needs to be beaten and starved into submission.  Building healthy habits can and should be fun!  This is a positive thing that we are doing, making yourself healthy and happy at the same time.

Food was created for a reason.  Each food has specific benefits and potential drawbacks.  Even chocolate, in certain forms, is said to protect against high blood pressure and heart disease.  On the other hand, if you eat nothing but grapefruits you will be loading up on certain vitamins, but missing out on a lot of other very  important ingredients.  The key is balance.  Too much of anything can hurt.  But not enough of everything can hurt even more. 

How far do you think your car would go on water downed gas or without oil?  About 20 miles, probably.  You are no different.  Deprive your body of what it needs and it will break down.  The secret is to be conscious of the "grades of gas and oil" that you use.  Some are more powerful than others and will help you run longer on less fuel.  To fuel your body for optimal performance while losing weight you need to follow 4 simple strategies.

1.  control your food portions:  I mean really who needs "biggie" anything.
2.  Make smart substitutions:  Why not try mustard (11 calories) versus mayonnaise (99 calories) on that sandwich.  Who knows you may even like it better. Compare calories in your favorite foods, and learn more ways to cut calories without deprivation.
3.  Focus on "power foods": High Protein, high fiber, healthy fats and good Carbs give you the most punch for your lunch.  
4.  Watch your eating habits: mindless munching, emotional binging, and twice a day trough feedings are sneaky habits that steal momentum and leave pounds.  

There is a huge difference between knowing what we should do and actually doing it. 

There is no magic pill, no secret technique or approach that can solve this problem for you.  It will take time, hard work and persistence to get yourself where you want to be.  Diets are surface level changes, we are going for a lifestyle change. With these changes come lasting results not the temporary ones that we have seen over the years, by Yo-Yo dieting.  Do not let the daily ups and downs discourage you, stay the course and remain focused and you will change your body and your life.

I am!!!

Friday, January 20, 2012

Eight years ago today........

Gramms and Adam Mykal

Adam at the "Race for The Cure"
Eight years ago today I became a grandmother.  I cannot tell you how utterly amazing that is.  I love him so much, Adam is an amazing little boy.  His extreme love of dinosaurs has caused me to love them almost as much as he does.  His huge vocabulary and adult way of speaking, has caused me to stop and truly listen to every word he has to say.  His compassion for others, and animals makes me so happy.  His love of GOD has also made me thankful and proud.  He is indeed a joy and gift from above, when I thought it would never ever be possible for me to fall in love again, after losing my own Adam, I was proven wrong. Thank you God!

Adam at Walking With Dinosaurs

Adam is the light of my life, and he makes me want to be a better person.  I live now to help him grow up and to be a strong man, who will appreciate what gifts have been bestowed upon him and help others.  Most of you know that my daughter Nichole and Adam and Cole live with us.  This has truly been a blessing in my life, getting to be there to watch as they grow and become wonderful human beings.  I love that I have this opportunity.  I know some see it as a burden but I could never see it that way.  I hate the thought, the day she and the boys move out.  I know it is coming, and I dread it so much!

Adam at Chestnut Mountain

"Happy Birthday" Little Man, Gramms loves and adores you.

Adam in Jail

Adam skating with Gramps

Adam's Soccer Team

Tonight after work, we will all converge upon the Riverplex for some fun and swimming with 14 of his closest friends.  I love that I get to work out while attending a party, how cool is that?

Oh and it is freezing cold here this morning, I hate this one day it is 50 and the next it is freezing, can someone bring back a normal winter please?  and Thank you!!

Thursday, January 19, 2012

If you love dogs.....even if you do not.....MEET GEORGE!

Meet George the Great Dane

 The  first time we saw George, our beloved Great Dane, he was  no more than a tiny, cowering  ball of fuzzy fur. As my wife Christie opened the door of the crate he’d traveled in, he  teetered to a standing position  and looked out at us, moving his head slowly from  side to side, taking in the wonder of it  all. Finally, as if weighing us up and deciding we were acceptable, he tentatively  pushed his little nose forward  and gave Christie her first lick.

 Puppy love: A young George with  Dave's wife Christie. Even as a pup he had  comically large paws .  He came into our lives in January 2006, just a few months after  we had married and set up home in Arizona . We both had busy jobs, Christie selling medical equipment while I was a  property developer, but she had  always planned that, once she had a house of her own, she would also have a dog.
She wanted a Great Dane as they make great family pets, so we tracked down a litter of 13, born 1,000 miles away in Oregon .  Their owner emailed us a photo showing a chaotic jumble of paws, snouts  and tails. Twelve were entangled with one another, but  our eyes were drawn to one pup  standing apart from the rest. He was clearly the runt, endearing him to Christie immediately.
Though it didn’t really register, George’s  paws were comically large even  then. But all we saw was this cute puppy. We certainly  never dreamed he would one day  become the biggest dog in the world, standing nearly 4ft high at the shoulder, 7ft long  and weighing 252
pounds. Right now, he just looked bewildered.

George made the long  journey from Oregon to Phoenix by plane and  we picked him up from the freight area,  tired but unshaken.. As soon as  George settled into our home, we discovered our plans to be  fair but firm parents were  wishful thinking. All the things that make  Great Danes wonderful pets — their lack of  aggression and their attachment  to humans — make them more emotionally sensitive  than other dogs. They need to  be with their ‘pack’ at all times and at night the cute pup with intensely blue eyes turned  into a caterwauling banshee  whenever we tried to leave him alone in the kitchen.
No matter how much we  reminded ourselves that he had every home comfort (warm dog bed, warm blanket, warm  kitchen, squeaky bone), each  whimper created a picture in our heads of a  tragic, abandoned pup, desperate for his  mother. Eventually, we gave in  and shunted George’s dog bed into our bedroom.  

Magnificent: George measures more than  7 ft from nose to tail and weighs 252 pounds- one and is the world's biggest dog, but he's  terrified of Chihuahuas...
In the coming months,  Christie really threw herself into being a  mum to George. As well as a photo album,  he had a growth chart — we were  soon reading it in awe. At five months he still acted like  a puppy, chasing his tail and  playing games of fetch and tug-of-war with his favorite bit of rope. But he was already the size of a fully-grown   Labrador . He was putting on more than a pound a day  and he bounded around like Bambi,  skittering on our wooden floors and hurling himself at everything he fancied,  including us humans. His  displays of affection could leave you pinned temporarily against
a wall or a piece of furniture.
His size did not go  unnoticed in the outside world. Our local park  had a section for puppies but we were  bullied out of it by other owners, who were scared George would hurt their pups  — but the opposite was  true.
The smaller dogs ran around and under him, and he’d  be constantly
sidestepping them, obviously anxious and  jittery. Slowly we realized that our enormous puppy was a big softie. Besides  his terror of being left alone,  he had a fear of water. He’d growl anxiously at the side of
our swimming pool, alarmed that his ‘pack’ members would so willingly place
themselves in danger of drowning.  If the pool  was his most-hated place, his favorite was our bedroom. 
Eventually he outgrew the single mattress we placed there for him and preferred instead the  comfort of our king-sized bed — sprawling between us like some over-indulged prince  while we spent half the night  clinging onto the edges.

Paws for thought: George's giant feet  dwarf Dave's hand
In the summer of  2006, we solved this problem by buying him his  own queen-sized mattress, which he still  sleeps on today at the bottom  of our bed. But soon we encountered another challenge  as George reached doggie  puberty. Once he had grabbed life by the lapels, now he was grabbing onto legs — table legs,  chair legs, human legs, he  wasn’t picky — and doing what all male dogs do with  the vigor of a canine  giant.
He calmed down in the furniture department after we  had him neutered, but then he  took up a new hobby, eating as if it were an Olympic sport. A sausage on the barbecue was like  a siren to a passing sailor.  You couldn’t turn your back for a minute. And he  was so tall that he actually  had to bend down to pinch food off kitchen  counters.
He could reach the  high shelves as well, so we had to hide everything  away in cupboards. Soon, he was getting  through around 100lb of dry dog  food every month.
As he approached his first birthday in  November 2006, weighing 196 pounds, it was getting physically impossible to make him  go anywhere he didn’t want to —  including the vet’s surgery. He had not forgotten the time he went there in possession  of his manhood — and came out  less than whole. As soon as he recognized the  entrance, he  refused to  move. So I had to take him around to the less  familiar back door  instead.
For all these troubles, George gave us plenty in  return, not least the following  year when Christie lost the baby she was carrying.  Evidently tuned in to her grief, George  was a constant presence at her  side. When she sat, he sat too. When she stood, he stood  and padded alongside her to  wherever she was going.
His personality grew  more delightful the bigger he got. A male Great Dane typically weighs from 126 to 154 pounds,  but by Christmas 2007 George  weighed 210 pounds — bigger than most men. At this  point, he loved being chauffeured around  in my golf cart and would sit  in it, his haunches on the seat and front legs on the  floor. By Christmas 2008, our  canine colossus weighed 252 pounds. A friend  suggested he might be a contender for the  Guinness Book of Records, but  we had other things to think about: Christie had  discovered that she was pregnant again. 

With size comes problems: George the  giant barely fits in the back of his owner's SUV
The trouble was, when  our daughter Annabel arrived that September  George made it clear he wanted nothing to  do with this interloper. He was  used to spending nights in delightful oblivion at the foot  of our bed. Annabel’s  high-decibel presence simply wasn’t on. When she cried, he’d wake, harrumph and then turn  over in annoyance. Once it was  clear the racket was going to continue, he’d exhale  heavily again, till one of us finished  that mysterious feeding thing we did with the noisy intruder.
But while he might  not have cared much for Annabel, George loved  her dolls, especially a stuffed green one  that played a nursery rhyme  when squeezed. Whenever he could, he placed it  between his paws and pressed it  so he could hear the tune. It was like a security blanket. It was a period of such big  adjustment for him that if it  made him happy, then it was fine by us and our patience  was rewarded.  Slowly,  George understood that Annabel was our pack’s  youngest member and in need of  his affection and protection. And on Christmas morning, he ended his three-month sulk,  acknowledging her presence with  a lick of her hand. It was the best present we  could have had — although the beginning of  2010 brought more good news. 

A doggone miracle: George the Great  Dane with the Nasser's daughter Annabel at home in Arizona  Over the  previous weeks, while Annabel slept, Christie had  applied to the Guinness World  Records people on George’s behalf. That February, one of their adjudicators came to watch  George being measured in the  presence of a vet. He was officially declared not  just the world’s tallest living dog (43  inches from paw to shoulder) but the tallest dog ever.
The following week we  flew to Chicago to appear on the Oprah Winfrey Show and were put up in one of the city’s  most luxurious hotels. We had a  huge sitting room, dining area and even a bar —  but there was just one problem. There was  nowhere for George to sleep.
As we enjoyed a gourmet meal and a bottle  of red wine that night, he  struggled to settle on two roll-out divans provided for  him. Infuriatingly, they  wouldn’t stay together. So he had his head on  one and back end on the other, but his  stomach was sagging onto the  carpet.
‘You know what we need to do,’ I joked. ‘Give George our bed to sleep on and
have the couches in this room ourselves.’
Christie looked at me  with a telltale gleam in her eye and I knew  immediately my joke had been a fatal  error. An hour later, our boy was sprawled in splendor in our huge, fluffy  king-size bed.
‘Well,’ whispered Christie, ‘George is the  star here, after all.’  She was right, of course, and since his appearance on  TV, Giant George has built a  following around the world, with his own fan club,  website and 70,000 fans on  Facebook.
None of this, of course, means anything to George.  He still spends his days doing  what he has always liked best: eating, playing and  sleeping. Our cherished pet may have  become a global celebrity — but  really, he’s just one of the family. 

Man's biggest friend: Devoted owner  Dave Nasser with George. 

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Taking Control of My Destiny

I now know what path I am on, and it feels so refreshing.  I have taken full control of my destiny....or have I.  Do we ever have full control of anything in our lives?  Doesn't God have the final say?  I have been struggling with this concept recently.  I know that I prayed like hell for Adam to be healed and for him not to die....but he did die.  I know that I prayed that my Lap Band surgery would bring me to my ideal weight within two years.....well it didn't.  I know that I prayed for my addiction to food to go away....well it hasn't!  WTF is this!  What do you mean I am no longer in control. Was I ever in control really?

You see, I am a slight control freak.  I get a bit "bitchy" when I am not in control of things.  I do not like the unknown, and I certainly do not want to be told that things are not going to work out.  Who does, right?  

Since I have been banded, I learned that I have to let go of some of the control that I think I have.  I have to "accept the things I cannot change and change the things I can and find the courage to know the difference"!  This has not been an easy task.  

Damn anyone who tells you that this journey is a picnic is lying out their ass to you!  It is enlightening however, and if you dig down deep, to get to the core of who you are, and why you are the way you are.  You can find out all sorts of great information that you can use in your favor to help with the weight loss.

This is not an exact science, there is no simple equation that will work for everyone.  If that were the case, then this would be a CURE for obesity and not just a tool to help.

Will I be cured once I reach GOAL, certainly not.  I will always be a food addict, who must recognize the triggers, and find a different way, or support person to help me through the times when I feel tempted to over eat, or choose the wrong things.

So yes, I have taken control of my destiny, I have admitted I have a problem, and I have faced it head on!  I take full responsibility for choosing to be fat.  YES people, I chose to eat the stuff I put into my body, even knowing it was bad for me and would cause me to gain weight.  I refused to look at the scale for years even though it was YELLING back at me "hey dummy" you might want to do something to reverse this trend or you are going to kill me!  I refused to stop buying bigger sizes of clothes instead of exercising to get back into the ones I had.

You see it is all about choice and we all have it.  We have free will of choice and it is a beautiful thing.

So what do you choose to be?

Where do you choose to go?

I hope to see you all at the finish line with bells on!

Monday, January 16, 2012

What it really means to BURN more Calories than you consume

Ok first of all you need to understand that one pound of fat is made up of roughly 3500 extra calories.  WOW, isn't that wild to think that to gain a single little ole pound.  We must eat 3500 extra calories.  So it only makes sense to lose that pound you must create a caloric deficit of 3500 calories.

Ok that seems simple really. (Ha Ha Ha...really then why am I fat?)    You can create this deficit in one of three ways.

1.  Eat fewer calories than you burn each day.  Keep in mind your body burns calories all day long as part of the Basal Metabolic Rate or (BMR), because it takes energy ( calories) to perform basic functions that are necessary for life, such as breathing, digesting, circulating and thinking, on top of that all the things we do each day like, walking, bathing, dressing, and exercise all need calories to complete.  So we burn calories just by doing these things.

Our age, gender and weight give us our BMR and everyone's is slightly different.  So to put this in perspective, if you were to eat 500 fewer calories a day for 7 days that is a 3500 calorie deficit and you would lose one pound.

2.  Burn more calories than you consume by increasing your physical activity.  If you east enough calories to support your BMR, but exercise more you will create a caloric deficit by burning extra calories.  This only works if you are not overeating to begin with.

For example, if you exercise to burn an extra 50o calories a day, you will lose about a pound of fat in 7 days.

3.  A combination of eating fewer calories and exercising to burn more calories.  This is the most effective way to lose weight and keep it off.  It is much easier to create a substantial calorie deficit when you combine eating less with exercise because you do not have to deprive yourself of food and you do not have to exercise in crazy amounts.

If you cut 200 calories a day from your diet and burn and extra 300 calories a day through exercise you would lose about one pound a week.  

With all of this in mind, please remember that our bodies are not equations.  They may not do exactly the way the numbers say they should for many reasons, including, hydration, salt, and hormone factors just to name a few.

Bottom line is if you try to incorporate the calorie in and calorie out approach as describe in #3 you WILL lose weight consistently.  

I have found it to be a proven science.

Adam's trip begins

Leaving for the Snowboarding trip

Adam at Chestnut Mountain

Adam with Uncle Neal

I hope they have an amazing day!  Adam was so stinking excited.