My sister has started drinking SlimFast shakes to lose a few pounds. Yesterday she said that after drinking them, her stomach was really talking! Looking at the bottle today, she noted that they were lactose and gluten-free which made me start to wonder what type of protein is in them. Turns out the ones she is drinking are made with whey protein which is derived from milk.
For as long as I can remember, I have loved drinking milk but milk does not love me. One of my favorite after-school meals was a tuna fish sandwich with a few plain potato chips, and a big glass of ice-cold, whole milk! Seems that milk intolerance is a family trait as my sister is impacted by it too. I’ve tried a variety of protein shakes with non-dairy proteins to include soy and pea proteins. Truthfully, I am not a huge fan of shakes, I enjoy chewing my food but have found shakes to be a good meal replacement option.
There are a number of types of protein powders, enough that even the pickiest shaker should find one to enjoy. I’ve been looking for a pre-made one to keep in the fridge for quick and easy access. According to this article, the Vega ones are the best plant-protein based options. This weekend, I’m going to pick up a pack and see how they do in terms of taste and keeping me full for a while. I’m excited about my weekend trial run!
Speaking of running, I’m off to check out some local trails…maybe I’ll even break into a jog to see how the old knee and lungs hold up. As always, to be continued…
Ugh, it has been a tough week so far as getting out and moving is concerned. One of my biggest struggles is putting myself first when it comes to exercise. I fool myself with the early morning thought and plan that I will get to it after I’ve had a cup of coffee then when that doesn’t happen, at lunch which turns to I will get to it before dinner then after dinner… Before I know it, the day has passed and I have not exercised. Typically, I’ve gotten a lot of other stuff done just no exercise.
The other night I had a dream that I was running again. Fortunately, in the dream, I wasn’t running away from anything rather running for fitness and pleasure. It felt great. I woke up pondering if that was a sign that it was time to get back to it. Then I finished a book on Kindle and was looking for another in my library to start seeing that one of my unread downloads was A Beautiful Work in Progress written by Mirna Valerio, a unique and inspiring ultra-distance runner. The desire to run again is bubbling right at the surface – now to put desire and action together.
A good thing, health and fitness-wise that has happened this week, is that I have started a 12-week program focused on nutrition and movement aimed at women 40+. The first week has started with writing down foods consumed. What I have noticed is that I am sorely lacking in fruit and vegetable consumption! It’s amazing what we find out about ourselves when we start paying attention to our patterns and habits.
The building desire to run again plus the 12-weeks program hitting together will hopefully help to bring me out of this current fitness slump, moving me in a healthier direction which if the stars align and the gods are on my side will help me shed some of these extra pounds! To be continued…
I don’t drink (a lot), don’t smoke…what do I do? I love desserts!
After most meals, I feel an overwhelming need for a little something sweet. Breakfast, lunch, dinner…doesn’t matter the time of day, the cravings are strong with this one. Truthfully, people who don’t eat sweets mystify me. I question their overall sanity.
Last night, my son and I went to a Chinese buffet for dinner. I made sure to save plenty of room let for these little chocolate cupcakes with funfetti on them…they are tiny and available at most any grocery store. I don’t buy them at the store but can’t resist them when we go to the buffet. This morning, I had two strawberry toaster strudels and put a little sugar in my coffee…
I have a rotten sweet tooth and I want it gone! I got it honestly from my mom who has a fierce one too. She actually hides sweets in her room along with green beans but that’s a story for another time. Whenever I ask if she wants something from a restaurant, her response is some sort of dessert.
Coupled with what I’m calling my genetic predisposition to love confections, my sweet, sweet Granny used to spoil us rotten with yummy treats. It was her primary love language.
Not too long ago, I had an appointment with my P.A. One of the topics was my entry into perimenopause and the fun of night sweats that have come at this stage of my life. Along with trying Black Cohosh as a natural treatment she also suggested that eliminating all sugar had proven helpful for some of her other patients in a similar boat. I must have looked at her like she had multiple heads because she quickly backed up in her seat, acknowledging that was a tough route and maybe not for everyone.
Today, the extraction process goes to a new level as I’m starting a 12-week program for women 40+ who want an electric charge to their metabolism. I have the shopping list in hand and the task of tracking what I eat. May the force be with me.
Yesterday morning, I stepped on the (dreaded) scale…I haven’t been on one since my last doctor’s appointment. I don’t typically worry about what it says, only decided to get on to gauge where I am right now so that I will know where I am going. Still, I was a little shocked at the number. It’s my highest weight since being eight months pregnant almost 14 years ago!!
I knew my clothes weren’t fitting like I wanted even though I had gone up another size but hadn’t figured the scale would throw out such a high number. Over the past few months, I have been making some slow, steady changes to include cutting back on wine during the week, smaller portions, less fast food, and more cooking at home. None of those things have made a dent in my belt notches.
I’m not throwing in the towel on any of the changes I’ve made, in fact, I’m going to double-down on cooking at home more and cutting out fast food (why has even typing that given me a hankering for an Arby’s roast beef?!). I also believe that adding in exercise will help tighten some things up and may help the scale go down.
Today, I had my blood pressure checked and it is excellent. My pulse was good as was my oxygen level. Aside from frustrations at work, my mental health is good and physically, though I’ve got some work to do, I am not falling apart. I have a supportive family, wonderful friends, and a silly, sweet boyfriend. Overall, I’ve got a lot of great things going for me.
If for some reason, re-incorporating fitness into my life and eating more of the good stuff doesn’t result in significant weight loss, it is not going to be the end of my world. I am still going to be me and that is more important than a number on a scale.