Monday, September 1, 2014

September 1st, 2014 Why Do I Hold Back?

September 1st, 2014 Why Do I Hold Back?

I enjoyed some time with Heather last night. I'm really enjoying the like mindedness we share. She's very supportive of what I do and that's critically important. I'm supportive of what she does too. We've taken a cue from a few wonderful readers of this blog and we've decided to start a YouTube channel together. Our first video will be produced over the upcoming weekend. Living apart by sixty miles, our time together is often short, but we're making the most of the time we do enjoy. We both lead busy lives and that's good. It keeps us moving at a reasonable pace. We've talked about this YouTube venture and I'll tell you, we're both excited! We already have some good ideas! It'll be big fun!

There was some internet connectivity issues last night at Heather's house, so rather than postponing last night's blog, Heather had the brilliant idea of taking her laptop to Starbucks for the free wi-fi. Starbucks was closed, but their internet signal wasn't! She and I sat on the patio of a closed Starbucks, her on an iPad, me on her laptop, as I composed last night's edition. I enjoyed it immensely.

We decided to do a three mile walk today. My goal was to keep pace with her. Keep in mind, she's a certified fitness instructor, I'm not. I did it though--I totally kept pace with her. I did slide back a little a few times, but by the end, I clearly had an incredible workout. She was briskly walking, not running. It was a challenge for sure. It made me realize how relaxed I keep my workouts most of the time. I'm capable of more and this brisk 3 miles today was proof. Why do I hold back?

I discussed this "holding back" dynamic with Heather after our walk. I believe it goes back to when I first started losing weight. At 505 pounds, I was seriously afraid of exerting too much for fear of dropping over with a heart attack. I remember my first time on the walking trail September 15th, 2008--it was less than a 1/4 mile, much less--and still, I was frightened I might be pushing too hard. I do get some good workouts these days, but I think I tend to subconsciously limit myself because of this old fear that no longer applies. Also, I think about my half-brother Danny, whom I never had a chance to meet. He passed suddenly, of aortic dissection, at 42 years old. I'm 42 years old. Aortic dissection is the same thing that claimed the life of TV's beloved John Ritter. It's rare and typically caused by prolonged high blood pressure.

My half-brother's tragic fate is always in the back of my mind and even though my doctor has checked me over in every way and I'm perfectly fine, it still bothers me. My doctor even took me off the blood pressure medicine--so, I'm seriously free to push myself a little harder and be okay. 

I traveled back home after a wonderful stay and immediately started getting ready for a Labor Day location broadcast. I had just enough time to prepare a good lunch. I wasn't sure what I wanted, so I tried to create something new and good. Taco Shell Nachos was fast, filling and delicious, and it was something slightly different than my usual fare (see Tweet below).

I'm seriously behind in catching up with many of my fellow blogging friends. I highly recommend perusing the blog roll on the left hand side of your screen and checking out some of the wonderful people who do this too, all the time. We have a very supportive community around these parts of the internet!

As always, I do my best to reply to each and every comment left on this blog. If you have a question, click the comments below and ask away! I sincerely appreciate your continued readership and support.

Life Coach Gerri and I will present a free teleconference support call tomorrow night. This is in advance of our next series of session calls. If you've thought about joining our weekly weight loss support group, but need some additional information, this is the free opportunity to find out exactly what it's all about! Unfortunately, it's only available in the U.S. and Canada at this time. This free teleconference event is scheduled for 7pm Central, 8pm Eastern, 6pm Mountain and 5pm Pacific. Space is limited, so don't wait!  Register now by clicking this link: http://lifecoachgerri.com/events/it-isnt-too-soon/ 

My food Tweets today:














Thank you for your readership and continued support,
Strength,
Sean

Sunday, August 31, 2014

August 31st, 2014 No Restaurant Day

August 31st, 2014 No Restaurant Day

I slept well this morning and felt rested enough to skip taking a nap mid-afternoon. It's almost 11pm and I'm yawning but okay. I'm sleeping good quality sleep these days. I'm usually not getting enough sleep time, but the sleep I am getting is quality. This is good news. It is because I've gone from what seemed like severe sleep apnea to feeling tired for the right reasons, you know--because I'm not getting enough sleep.

I feel like I've been eating out way too often. I would need to go back and review the twitter feed, but I think I had a streak of three or four lunches and dinners out in a row.  I've made what I feel to be the best choices possible (except for chili Thursday night) but still, I wonder if I'm getting too much sodium. Today I decided on a no-restaurant day. I took extra care and attention at every turn today. I feel really good about the meals.

I had a great workout at the YMCA, came home and enjoyed an amazing lunch, then made the trip back to the music festival to do the outro-announcements following Big SMO. Google him if you like, he's very talented!  I wasn't scheduled for this, it was a last minute fill in for an injured colleague.

I made the trip to see Heather tonight. She prepared some amazing shredded chicken soft corn tacos. It was perfect and it helped me complete my no restaurant day!

My food Tweets today:
















Thank you for reading and your support,
Strength,
Sean

Saturday, August 30, 2014

August 30th, 2014 In Harmony With How I Feel

August 30th, 2014 In Harmony With How I Feel

Today started with a big cleaning of my apartment. It was a deep cleaning, the kind that doesn't get done often enough! It was a wonderful opportunity for me to clear some things out. I made several trips to the trash dumpster downstairs! I didn't realize how wonderful the exercise was until this evening when I felt it in every move made! It was absolutely a workout!

I realized a connection between the condition of the environment we keep and how we truly feel about ourselves when I experienced some serious depression last year. As I cleaned today, I kept thinking--wow, I've come along way from when "this" was acceptable. Cleaning isn't fun. I don't like it. I'm not good at it. But I'm willing to get better, because I want to get better--because I'm feeling better about me. Having a cleaner apartment feels good. It's more in harmony with how I feel about me. It correctly reflects this. It always has. And I truly believe this dynamic is universal.

I was genuinely tired after today's cleaning project. I knew a nap was in my future as soon as I opened my eyes this morning. By the time I was at a point to take one, it was late in the afternoon. I set the alarm for an hour and a half, laid down and I was out for 2.5 hours. It was some of the most restful naps I've experienced in a very long time. Oversleeping a nap happens. This evening it almost cost me big!

I was scheduled to pick up my daughter Amber for the concert this evening, by 6pm. I was set to arrive at the music festival around 7pm and be on stage by 8:15pm. I woke at 6:38pm to Amber's voice asking, "are you coming?" My first thought wasn't, oh no, I'm late! My first thought was that was a premium nap!

My arrival at 7pm wasn't mandatory, thank goodness. The plan to arrive that early was purely for my benefit, so we could arrive and I could relax a little before my brief MC duties. Still, this extended nap wreaked havoc on my plans to be prepared food wise.

I had a late breakfast and late lunch, which is typical for me on a weekend day. I knew I wouldn't be ready for dinner before the event tonight, so my plan was to prepare and pack a good meal for Amber and me to enjoy in the broadcast vehicle prior to settling into the evenings festivities. I knew there would be a big free hospitality buffet for VIP's and sponsors, but not knowing what that might include didn't set well with me. I really didn't want to leave my food choices up to whomever planned this part of the festival.

I left my apartment without a dinner plan of any sort. I was so rushed I didn't even have time to blend a Shakeology to help get me through. I picked up the station vehicle, picked up Amber and we headed North to the festival 25 minutes away. I was cutting it very close. About ten minutes out, I called the promoter and informed her I was indeed en route and would be arriving shortly. I'm glad I made the call. The promoter was waiting for me as soon as we pulled into the parking lot. We were handed our VIP parking pass and all access badges and lanyards, then escorted to where we needed to go. Within minutes I was on stage making announcements and getting the crowd ready for Pat Green and the night's headliners, The Little River Band.

The promoter wasn't the least bit phased by how closely I cut the schedule. She graciously offered, "You're not late, you're right on time! But you did miss the free buffet." Awe, darn. Our food choices outside were worse than the infamous chili and omelet fiasco of Thursday night. The choices were hotdogs, snocones, other various concession stand food, liquor and beer. Uh, no thank you to all of the above. After my early announcements, we had a couple hours before I needed to do it again, so this gave us time to make our way from the outdoor festival grounds and into the restaurant located inside the host casino.

Once again I asked for some menu modifications and was met with a most helpful server, ready to go above and beyond. The grilled squash and zucchini in the below dinner tweet photo? That particular side dish isn't found on their menu. My sincerely polite queries and obvious important concern inspired the server and kitchen staff to get creative and the result was a meal I could feel great about. Amber and I tipped our server extra for this extraordinary service.

When I look at the below photo of me on stage tonight, my first thought doesn't immediately focus on the fact that as of last weigh in, I'm still ninety-five pounds from my previous healthiest weight. Not at all. My first thought was, I need smaller shirts! I felt confident on stage tonight and it showed. And showed very well, according to my daughter!
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My Food Tweets today:












Thank you for reading and for your absolutely incredible support,
Strength,
Sean

Friday, August 29, 2014

August 29th, 2014 Road Improvements

August 29th, 2014 Road Improvements

The chili last night created an upset stomach feeling throughout the night and morning. It was easily the most "unclean" thing I've consumed since mid-April. My body noticed the difference immediately. It's interesting to me how I was able to clearly identify the effects of this stuff. It might have been 320 calories a cup and sugar-free, the two mandatory requirements for me, but it was loaded with something isn't right. I will not make the same mistake again. My new policy on chili: It must be homemade, so I know the ingredients. If I can eat it without feeling horrible afterward, then okay! 

It was good to sleep in this morning! Even if I did wake feeling like I had poisoned myself the night before. It took me over three hours to feel like eating anything and by then it was lunch time. I had a business meeting at a restaurant scheduled for noon. I picked the place to meet for what would be my brunch. I picked my favorite little Mexican restaurant, the one that serves Hawaiian fajitas! I also ordered a couple of eggs on the side in order for it to feel more like a breakfast/lunch combination.  I stuffed the eggs down in the taco shells first and topped with the onion/peppers, pineapple, steak, chicken and shrimp. It might sound gross but I loved it!

My new jeans are already getting baggy and in need of an occasional pulling up. It's nice to feel my body getting smaller. I honestly wasn't sure if I would ever experience this again. It is refreshing to feel this way--and it's unique from my previous weight loss success because I'm doing things a little differently. I have stronger accountability tools, a reinforced support system and I'm abstinent from sugar. And a big difference maker this go around: I'm open to change, I'm humble, I'm more grateful and I have the benefit of my previous experience to draw upon along the way. These differences are like road improvements.

I made a fast trip to Stillwater to run an errand, see mom and also take advantage of some 50% off vouchers at one of the best places for steak in my hometown. 50% off!! It was a delicious bargain. The meal came with a salad bar trip to what is widely known as one of the best salad bars in town. I tend to turn into a finicky little kid when facing a salad bar. I don't like things touching on my plate, so naturally I don't like them piled on top of one another either! Oh, and no matter how good the salad bar, I don't like 90% of salad bar items. The only salad bar I've ever loved was one that came complete with a variety of non-salad type foods, like cheese and meats and breads, mac and cheese and cottage cheese. They didn't have any of these things--and honestly, my resolve wouldn't have allowed me to select them even if they were available. I ended up with a small bit of watermelon and several grape tomatoes.

I ordered a plain baked sweet potato for the first time ever. I've enjoyed sweet potatoes as fries and in a stir fry, but never just one big plain sweet potato. I specifically ordered it dry with cinnamon on the side for sprinkling. It was very good! I asked the server how the steak was to be prepared and was told they coat it in oil prior to cooking. Some places brush it with butter. I'm glad I asked! I requested mine be cooked without the oil and it was still one of the better steaks I've had in some time. The chef actually came over to the table to introduce himself. He explained how they're really big into the farm to table movement and how their steaks come straight from a ranch just miles away. He described the aging process and detailed how they cut the steaks fresh to order. This is good intelligence in case I ever get another 50% off deal (seriously, it would need to be a VERY special occasion at regular prices!) This fresh cut practice means I could have requested a smaller portion, instead of the big 8 ounces listed on the menu. I had plenty of room in the budget today for the full 8 ounces, but good to know for times when I don't!

By the time I made it home it was raining the most gentle beautiful rain ever. No lightening, just a nice cool shower. I decided right then and there, I was walking in the rain. I LOVE walking in the rain. I wanted to get wet without a care. I wanted to let the rain run down my face as I briskly walked a determined stride as if I was in some kind of inspirational sports drink commercial. You know, how they sometimes feature wet and sweaty people--and I'm always thinking, do they not have a towel? Sadly, by the time I arrived for my 5K tonight, the rain had stopped pouring. It was a slight sprinkle as I embarked and completely dry throughout except for my perspiration. It felt good to get the 5K done tonight. It felt real good.

Sometimes the choices we make along this road are not simply about benefiting us physically. For instance, the choices I made in the circumstances of last night were purely for my mental/emotional benefit. I understood that I was in a situation that could have easily gone awry quickly. Had I gone off the rails I would have blamed the circumstances and myself for not being prepared. The physical damage would have been minimal, the emotional/mental damage would have been significant. I made the decisions I did last night in an effort to protect my head space. Even though the dinner was horrible, it was still better than the alternatives--and even though the walk last night was short, I felt good about insisting on its completion. Hitting the pillow knowing I did the best I could do in the situation had a monumentally positive effect on how I felt mentally and emotionally. Physically--uhg...that chili--whoa, never again! The biggest parts of this journey are the mental/emotional parts, so it makes sense to protect them like a mommy bear protects her cubs.

Tomorrow night I'll be doing something I'm not sure I could have several months ago, prior to the epiphanies of May 15th and this dramatic turnaround since late April. I'll be standing on a big stage in front of what the promoters hope to be thousands of people, introducing The Little River Band. These guys are one of my favorite bands from Australia. Oh, the hits!! I did this very thing 18 years ago at another radio station--same band, big stage--and a much bigger 500 pound me. My ability to do it back then and now being unsure if I could have done it today without the liberating elements in place--is a psychological study and conversation for another night. I'm looking forward to meeting them again and firing up the audience prior to their performance! It will be a late night again tomorrow. LRB takes the stage at this music festival somewhere around 10:30pm.

My food Tweets today:
















Thank you for reading and for your continued support!
Strength,
Sean

Thursday, August 28, 2014

August 28th, 2014 Making The Best from A Bad Menu

August 28th, 2014 Making The Best from A Bad Menu

Today just wouldn't stop! I have the day off tomorrow and typically, the previous day is spent preparing for the planned absence. I didn't leave work until 6:45pm. I was able to take some time midday and ship all outstanding orders from my website store http://www.transformationroad.com/505store.html

Several delays kept orders from being shipped immediately and let me tell you, I do not like having outstanding orders! It felt wonderful to watch the post office take them away today! If you've been waiting on a shipment from me, purchased or won, it's on the way! For your patience, I've included a bonus item in each package, enjoy! If you're interested in ordering a personalized signed paperback copy of Transformation Road, the seven disc CD audio book with bonus MP3 disc or one of my "I'm Choosing Change" adjustable leather bracelets, simply click the link above and I'll ship the items to you anywhere in the world!

I finally met with a local wine bar owner down the street from our studios. We've schedule what I hope to be the first of many comedy nights for Wednesday October 22nd, one day before my birthday! I'm thrilled about this opportunity to work out new material that doesn't seem to stop coming.

It was a busy day at the studio but it didn't stop me from pausing long enough to eat well throughout the day. I typically plan my breakfasts and lunches really well and then leave my dinner up to whatever I can create from what I have on hand or, if inspired, I'll run to the store and pick up the needed ingredients. Tonight wasn't one of those nights.

I didn't plan on my workday running into my evening. My original plan was to get to the YMCA for the elliptical and swimming before my evening plans to be the designated driver for a friend. Instead, my workday left me without separation between work and my evening--and this created an interesting situation.

I found myself without a plan, stuck at a place with a horrible menu. I had a choice, either wait until much later to eat at home or navigate the selections in front of me. Since it was already almost 9pm when I came to this conclusion, I decided to make the best of their menu.  The menu was full of deep fried things, burgers and giant sandwiches, french fries and onion rings. I noticed a breakfast menu too. I asked, "Is your breakfast menu available?" Yes, it was. "Can I order a customized omelet?" Yes, I could. Perfect!

I ordered a three egg omelet with grilled peppers and onions they normally use for the Philly sandwich, plus tomatoes and a side of beef chili. The chili was questionable, so I asked for a nutrition guide. They didn't have one. I asked if the container the chili comes in had a nutrition label. The nice employee said he didn't think so because it came in a large bag made for boiling. I asked him to check anyway and he did. Within a minute I had the calorie count and serving size. He peeled the sticker right off the box holding these boil N bags of beef chili. I also confirmed it was free of sugar. A veggie omelet with peppers, onions and tomatoes and a serving of chili wasn't exactly what I wanted for dinner, but considering the circumstances and the horrid choices, it was the best way to navigate this one.

My backup exercise plan was to walk a 5K at the trail immediately after this crazy night concluded. And that was a wonderful plan except, when we exited the building it was pouring rain. Instead of going straight to the trail, I ran into the grocery store for a few items. By the time I came out it had stopped raining enough for me to get to the trail. I was still tired, so I knew it wasn't going to be a 5K. I made it two times around for a total of  1.7 miles. It was something, at least.

There will occasionally be days like this. Thank goodness they're few and far between. The important thing to me is, I didn't sacrifice the integrity of my calorie budget, even when doing so seemed like the only option. I made other options!

My food Tweets:










Thank you for reading and for your support,
Strength,
Sean

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

August 27th, 2014 No BP Meds

August 27th, 2014 No BP Meds

I completely forgot about my six month checkup doctors appointment last week. I missed it bigger than Dallas. The office staff at my doctor's office have had a front row seat for this "comeback" of sorts and they're always thrilled for me at each weigh-in, so my rescheduling was peppered with multiple apologies. I felt horrible for the miss for obvious reasons and also because I know my doctor seems to block out thirty minutes for an important appointment like this checkup. Dr. Wilcox is easily the best primary care physician I've ever known. He asks good questions then spends an enormous amount of time listening and typing notes on his laptop. My rescheduled appointment was this morning at 10:45am.

My doctor was impressed. I've officially been taken off blood pressure medicine! What a difference 69 pounds makes.  I insisted on skipping the standard weigh in today, explaining to the nurse how my weigh day would be next Wednesday instead.

I took a vacation day from radio so I could tend to some important book related business in Tulsa. I'll not share the details of the private meeting, but suffice to say that my previous partnership came to a mutually rewarding conclusion complete with hugs and plenty of well wishes! I've already started some foundation/outlining work on book number two and I will commit to a dedicated writing schedule very soon. It'll likely only be a session or two a week, but it will be concrete--at a time that's not typically threatened by a sometimes busy schedule. I'm incredibly excited for the next chapter, so to speak!

Getting to bed earlier this evening.

My food Tweets:














Thank you for reading,
Strength,
Sean

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

August 26th, 2014 Late Day

August 26th, 2014 Late Day

My day started late. It was very alarming to wake at 5:50am this morning when I must be on the air at precisely 5:59:50am in order to hit ABC News in New York live at 6am. I had overslept and now I was starting my day in a panic. I quickly picked up the phone to call a colleague to step in and cover my show until I could arrive. I threw a few eggs in my non-stick pan and set the heat on low so I could cook breakfast and get ready for work at the same time. Eggs were in the pan as I was rushing toward the shower when I heard the swoosh sound of a new text message. It was the owner of the broadcasting company I call home. The owner! His text let me know that he was listening and had noticed I wasn't the one on the air, you know--the one he pays to do the show.

My stress level shot through the roof after that text. Now, I had the general stress of being late with the added stress of knowing the man who's signature is on everyone of my paychecks isn't necessarily thrilled that his morning personality isn't on the air at the regularly scheduled time. It was a high stress-high rush start. Where was the trigger? You know, that trigger to eat more or eat crazy things as a reaction to stress. Certainly it's coming!! It didn't come. I wasn't racing to a drive-through like the days of old or crumbling under the stress by driving through the donut shop drive through. Those thoughts never crossed my mind. And that's a real blessing. I wasn't reacting to stress the same as I had for years prior. There was a distinct change in my reaction. I was in a kind of "focused rush."

I decided on a rugged look-Translation: I skipped shaving, instead doing the absolute minimum I could to get out the door as quickly as possible. Part of the absolute minimum was ripping through the eggs, rendering them scrambled--plating them, wrapping them--and grabbing a bag of fruit and some other assorted items for a later lunch. No time for a pretty little omelet. Thank goodness my Bunn Velocity Brew coffee maker makes an entire pot of coffee in three minutes flat. I appreciated the speed of my java this morning. I was going loose and rugged. This wasn't the best way to start my day. I didn't take time for prayer and meditation, I didn't take time to cut up my fruit, I didn't take time to sip a cup while going through my emails while I wake up. It was very different. I didn't eat breakfast during the first hour of my show, which is what I normally do, and after 7am my show gets too busy to eat.

Breakfast time came much later than normal. I was feeling it too. It was almost 10am when I made my way into the studio kitchen to finally cut my fruit and nourish my stressed out body. Of course, this schedule made everything late today. I was very busy. Too busy to listen to my body when the cues to eat something naturally fired. I didn't stop for a snack, then had a late lunch sometime around 4pm. I had work duties until late and ended up signing on to the support group call tonight, horribly late. Good thing Life Coach Gerri was handling things tonight. I had a few errands to run after the support group and that's when I decided to give myself a break by picking up some shrimp fajitas to go. It was after 9:30pm when I was finally eating dinner and a workout? That was in my living room floor in front of the Beachbody PiYo Hardcore On The Floor DVD.

I did this workout the other night for the first time and I was still feeling it today, two days later. It wasn't a bad feeling at all. It was a very good feeling. It was a feeling of, hey, I have muscles there?? Wow, neato! I gave my big treadmill to a friend--paying it forward by giving it to someone I know will get a lot of good use from it. It wasn't being used in the "spare bedroom gym," because I didn't want to disturb the very nice older lady who lives in the apartment directly below.  It took me and two other guys to help get it down and out of the apartment. I still have my NordicFlex and I plan on adding a few other non-vibration forms of exercise to my apartment friendly list of workout options.

I'm taking a vacation day tomorrow and tending to some important business in Tulsa. Perhaps I need a day off to get everything back in the groove it needs to be. I'm very proud of having a high stress day and not reacting like the typical stress/emotional eater I've been all these years. My food was good today. I was just under budget and my net calories after exercise was above 1300. That is a wonderful thing for me.

When it came down to my resolve and instinctual twists and turns, despite the stress level, everything seemed to be right on time. 

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Thank you very much for reading and your continued support,
Strength,
Sean

Monday, August 25, 2014

August 25th, 2014 Wearing The Tags

August 25th, 2014 Wearing The Tags

Shopping for clothes on the bad side of a regain is a miserable experience. Nothing fits, nothing feels right--and as the gain progresses, you graduate from the normal section to the bigger sizes and eventually to a different store. I experienced this painful progression during my regain. At one point, I simply found one sweater jacket that fit and I wore it everyday from October to April. I washed it regularly, of course, but it was everyday--same thing. Nothing else fit. A closet full of clothes and literally not one thing fit, except a few big t-shirts and the zip up sweater jacket. I found a pair of black workout stretch pants and I added those to the daily wear, simply because I didn't want to experience trying to find jeans or shirts that fit my rapidly growing body. The only time I would squeeze into a pair of jeans was when I had a location broadcast or special event I had to attend, where black stretchy sweat pants wouldn't be appropriate.

My heaviest regain point was 394. A full 164 pound regain. I was very lucky to have stopped at 394. The jeans I had to wear back at 394 were size 52's and they still cut into me like a dull knife, leaving me bruised and slightly bloodied on the worst days. I easily needed 54's but I was too stubborn to buy 54's--and also because buying 54's would have required a special trip out of town to a big and tall store. If I could just endure the pain long enough to get home and change into the big stretchy workout pants, I'd be just fine, even if fine meant hurting in the meantime.

Shopping for clothes during an awakening and total positive revolution is pleasurable even if the clothes are still much bigger than what I once wore. It doesn't matter. I know where I am headed, so I proudly wear what I must to be comfortable as my body cooperates with my positive behaviors and the weight drops. When I bought the pair of 46 waist jeans I couldn't get them on. But it didn't matter, I knew I would eventually. I just needed my confident patience. I laid them aside and kept on doing the things best for me. Finally a few weeks to a month later, they fit. And today I retired them.

Two weeks ago I bought two pair of size 44's. Same thing happened--they didn't fit. So I laid them aside. Confident patience told me they would fit in not long. I tried them again today and the fit was perfect. I was so happy for this non-scale victory, I didn't take them off. I was celebrating! The baggy 46's will be cleaned and donated to someone who can get some good from them again. They no longer serve my needs! My excitement was so, that I forgot to take off the tags. A colleague noticed the tags and offered to do the honors. It was a wonderful feeling. She handed me the tags and I tweeted a picture with my NSV announcement.


In a couple of weeks I'll buy some 42's. They'll probably not fit and I'll lay them aside. They will fit soon according to my confident patience. Oh yes indeed, they will.

I had some fun with foods today--creating some different dishes with some variety! I took to the elliptical and experienced a big sweat for 30 minutes. I kept thinking about these new jeans and how my perspective has changed. It's a 180 degree turn, just like the direction of my personal momentum.

My food tweets today:












Thank you for reading and your continued support,
Strength,
Sean

Sunday, August 24, 2014

August 24th, 2014 Big Difference

August 24th, 2014 Big Difference

I opened last night's blog with a tongue in cheek paragraph about my jar of pickles on the fridge and our Oklahoma earthquakes. Then, Northern California was heavily damaged by a large quake hours later. First of all--my thoughts and prayers go out to all of those affected by what experts are calling the worst in over 20 years. Secondly-- I wanted to clarify how countless experts agree our Oklahoma quakes are typically "inspired" by the energy industry practice of fracking. Oklahoma quakes are rarely anything creating damage (unless your property is right on top of the epicenter). Our relatively small "inspired by industry" quakes seem to be a novelty, usually met with enthusiasm and excited Facebook posts instead of real, genuine concern. The earthquakes we experience here in Oklahoma are nothing at all like the kind of earthquake our friends in Northern California experienced, which are rarely anything to joke about. If you were affected by the California quake, my sincere thoughts and concern are with you tonight.

In an effort to get some much needed rest, I'm cutting tonight's post short. I had a great food day that included spending time with Heather, then traveling to Stillwater for dinner and conversation with mom. I came home and completed a PiYo workout in my living room floor. PiYo is a combination of Pilates and Yoga--and since I've never experienced either of these disciplines, I was slightly concerned. It was fantastic! I had to do a modified version, but still, it was a very easy decision to make this a part of my workout options. My exercise plan tomorrow includes spinning class, maybe swimming and definitely another round of PiYo "Hardcore On The Floor."

My food Tweets today:
 










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Thank you for your readership and support,
Strength,
Sean

Saturday, August 23, 2014

August 23rd, 2014 My Peter Pan Food Attitude

August 23rd, 2014 My Peter Pan Food Attitude

I have a giant jar of dill pickles on top of my fridge. Considering the amount of earthquakes we have in Oklahoma, this is likely not the best location for my giant jar of pickles to live. I bought this giant jar of pickles mainly because an entire, big--giant, enormous pickle checks in at a measly 5 calories, give or take a few depending on size, of course. The only problem is, it's one of those foods I must be in the mood to eat and the mood strikes me about twice a year. I don't care for pickles most of the time, obviously, because there the jar sits just waiting for a minute long 4.0 to send it crashing to the floor in a flood of pungent pickle juice. Aside from cleaning up the mess, it wouldn't break my heart, only the jar.

I have a few other foods like this, celery is one, lettuce another. I've never subscribed to the "I'm trying to lose weight so I must eat things I don't like simply because they're low calorie and maybe I'll learn to like them" style of thinking. This doesn't mean I'm opposed to trying new things! After all, many of the things I claim to not like are things that have never actually crossed my lips. I've never tried cauliflower, not once--not even a bite, ever!!! It looks like a little white brain...not interested. Brussels sprouts--nope, they look like miniature heads of cabbage and I despise cabbage (unless it's shredded, stuffed inside an egg roll and deep fried--then it's perfectly delicious).

If you placed my list of food dislikes next to a list from a seven year old, you would likely have a hard time picking which one belongs to the forty-two year old man. My food maturity level never really matured, mainly because I didn't want it to mature. I have a very "Peter Pan" type attitude when it comes to food selection. I never grew up in this area. I didn't want to grow up, really. And when I try something for the first time and I actually like it (asparagus), I get wide eyed and excited like a kid.

My point is, I eat what I like. The challenges before us along this road are far greater than food selection. The mental and emotional dynamics we're dealing with are the biggest we'll face. These "biggies" might have similar surface dynamics, but are often very personal and unique for each of us. Considering this, why would we ever want to complicate things by forcing ourselves to eat things we cannot stand simply as a means to lose weight? It doesn't mean we don't try to eat better along the way, of course we do--this isn't about holding onto the addictive junk--it's about allowing our good choices to naturally evolve over time within the boundaries of our likes-dislikes and the occasional "okay, I could try that."

This journey can be difficult enough without self-imposed rules and guidelines in place solely because we think they belong or are required for success. Being ourselves is required. Self-honesty is required. An open mind for changes and adjustments is required. 

I still like to experiment in the kitchen and soon I'd love to try a cauliflower based pizza crust, but I'll be sure to have a good backup plan ready to go in case I'm repulsed after the first bite.
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I ran out of time this morning to eat before my broadcast, so I plated the food--wrapped it up and took it with me. Making sure I get what I need is critically important to me.

Tonight was all mine and Heather's. We enjoyed a beautiful evening out together, a nice dinner we both felt good about and the Woody Allen film "Magic In The Moonlight" starring Colin Firth at an indie art-house movie theater. I'm a huge fan of Colin Firth since his turn in "The Kings Speech," and Heather is too! Plus, Heather, aside from being an accountant for a major corporation, is a professional actress too, so naturally she would enjoy a good film like this one! Beautiful fit! Great evening. I'm a lucky man.

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