As you know I am a Type 1 Diabetic. This means that I am a T1 Superhero.
I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes at the age of 6. Being 28 now, I have lived with diabetes for 22 years. That is basically my entire life. If that is not a superpower then I do not know what is!
Living with diabetes is hard. They joke that having T1 is a full time job and basically it is. It takes hours apon hours every week to manage (14+hours).
Its hard and sometimes it totally sucks, if I am being honest. But we do it because if we don’t, we die. There is no other option. There is no cure or magic ‘diet’ to help us. We need to find a cure and we need to find it now!
I will be participating in the 5km JDRF Walk to Cure Diabetes on June 12, 2016! My goal is to raise $250 by that date and I could really use my Word Press family’s help with this. By clicking on the link below you can make a SECURE online dontation to my personal donation page. These funds go directly to the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation which goes toward finding a cure to this awful disease. No donation is too small, everything helps.
So I am a Type 1 superhero. What type are you? Be the *putting your dollars to work* type by clicking the “Support Me!” button below!
This past weekend was crazy! So much to do, so little time to meal prep!
Saturday was spent with my beautiful girl ❤ We spent the afternoon Christmas shopping, went out for dinner just the two of us and spent the snowy evening at the theatre! The Little Mermaid (LIVE!) was quite amazing, and she was beyond ecstatic. Mommy + daughter days are our absolute favourite days ❤
I got an hour Sunday morning to get some of my Turkey Meat Balls made! Woo Hoo! They are amazing to make and freeze for the days that you don’t have a meal prepared, or your family is eating something awful for dinner, or even just as a high protein snack after the gym.
Sunday afternoon was spent grocery shopping for the week and enjoying my niece’s 7th birthday with the FAM. We did not get home until late (8pm for my daughter is late lol). I really was in no mood to prepare my lunches for the week, but I put her to bed and got down to work.
By failing to prepare, you are preparing to fail.
This week I stuck to my usual breakfast of toast with avocado. It hasn’t gotten old yet! Plus, I got a great deal on avocados at the grocery store :).
For lunch I made something new, that I haven’t tried before. Baked Sweet Potato and Avocado Hash. I made an extra so that I could try it last night and let me tell you, it is yummy! I will post a recipe for this later on in the week.
For my snacks I have my usual apple, mixed veggies but I also picked up some rice cakes. I haven’t eaten a rice cake in YEARS so I am hoping that with a little peanut butter on top I will still like them lol
Well here it is. My Meal Prep for the week. Keep in mind that this only includes what I eat during the day. It does not include my dinner or if I have a snack after my workout of choice. Those are usually not planned (I need to start doing that) and might consist of a piece of whole grain bread with peanut butter or a Nutrigrain bar or something of that sort.
Breakfast:330 calories, 40 carbohydrates
2 12-grain toast
Lunch:320 calories, 30 carbohydrates
Baked Sweet Potato and Avocado Hash
(It is literally 1 sweet potato, 1/2 an avocado, and 1 fried (or poached) egg on top!)
Snacks: I usually have 2. I almost always eat my veggies plus one of the higher calorie snacks.
1/2 Cucumber, 1 stick of celery 12 calories, 0 carbohydrates
1 rice cake with 1 tsp of Kraft Smooth peanut butter 80 calories, 10 carbohydrates
Apple 60 calories, 18 carbohydrates
Did you meal prep this week? What are you eating? What is on your menu tonight?
I am not to much of a beat around the bush type so I am going to come right out and say this..I suffer from depression. I have for the past 13+ years. If that makes me crazy, then so be it. This is a bit of my story of combat against my own demons.
It has been 11 years since I started taking medication to combat my depression, and almost 8 years since I have been on one specific med (the only one that I ever found to work). I haven’t felt depressed in years because of this medication but I was always scared and worried that I could fall back into depression at any time. A depression that does not make you feel sad but actually makes you feel nothing.
I have been there before. The beast that kills all emotions. Never happy, never sad, never proud, never scared, just numb. Always numb.
I used to lay in bed and stare at the wall. What was the point of getting up to do anything? It didn’t make me happy. It didn’t make me FEEL at all. Unless you have felt that black hole of nothing-ness yourself, there is no way to explain it so that someone who hasnt experienced it will understand. I was a zombie, moving about my days copying others expresions, copying their emotional responsesI remember, on several occasions the feeling of my cheeks aching from smiling with my friends. But I wasn’t smiling because I was having fun, I was smiling because everyone else was smiling and I knew that that was what I needed to do. In reality I was thinking the entire time ‘how much longer can I hold this smile, and fake this laugh, before they notice that I am a fraud”. .
A little over half a year ago I decided (with the advice and help of my doctor) that I would come off of my medications to see if my body still needed them. For me depression was so much more than just sadness and I was so scared to come off of the medication that regulated my emotions for so long.
I was scared but I knew that it was something I needed to try. I knew that if I didn’t I would regret it for the rest of my life. So I did it. I came off my medication and I am doing great. But that doesn’t mean that I am free of depression or its claws forever.
I can still feel it trying to get me to slip up every once in a while. Not too often but every now and again. I feel the anxiety, the irrational fears, the restlessness, the EXTREME irritibility, the complete lack of motivation to do anything. Those are my warning signs. The warning signs that tell me that I need to get my butt in gear to keep my head on straight and not fall back into that black hole of nothing-ness.
Do you know what I do now, when I begin to feel those symptoms creeping up on me? I excersize. I walk, I run (even if for only a few minutes 🙂 ), I go to the gym, I lift weights, and I work my body hard until I dont feel the claws grasping at me anymore.
I know I’ve mentioned it before but for me, the gym isn’t just about GAINS or weight loss. The gym or excersize in general, for me, clears my head. It helps me to think straight and get my ‘CRAZY’ in check lol. When I am finished a good workout, I feel relaxed and fearless. I feel balanced and stable. I feel strong and motivated to keep doing good.
The fact that I actually feel those things though, that is the biggest accomplishment in my books. Working out is NOT the only thing I do to keep my ‘Crazy’ in check. I have to make sure that I am also doing things for myself, eatting right (for the most part) and making sure that I am honest with myself, doing self-checks to make sure that my ‘Crazy’ is not slipping.
Today, I feel great. Today, even when I have my low moments I rise up. Today, I have my ‘Crazy’ in check.
I am participating in the Big Bike Ride to support Heart and Stroke and could really use any help you are willing to give.
Normally I would never ask you for anything, but today I am asking for you to think of all the people in your life who have suffered from Heart attacks, stroke, heart disease etc. Those people in your life would not have gotten the care that they did without this organization. I know that personally a few people in my family and one of my very best friends would not be here today if it was not for this organization.
So now I am asking you to please donate today to my Big Bike Fundraiser for the Heart and Stroke Foundation. This foundation means a lot to me and my family. And of course, I am competitive so I want to raise as much money as I can. My company matches whatever donations we raise so if you give $1, it will actually be $2 etc.
If you are willing to make a donation, please click on the link below.
Festivities began on Friday when the guys (and Janice) from work brought me out for a drink. When I say a drink, I mean literally 1 drink (I had to drive home afterwards you know). But really, I love these guys. They are what helps make my work day bearable. One of the guys who no longer works with us even came out to wish me a Happy Birthday. This is the only part of my job that I absolutely love, the people that I work with. I don’t think I would be able to get through an entire week of work without them, or I would go crazy.
I knew I had to work out Friday because the rest of the weekend was going to be filled with rest days and over indulging. Once I got home, I was antsy. I knew that feeling. Its the feeling that I’d been waiting for, for the past few weeks. The feeling of needing to move my body. The need to sweat and feel the exhaustion in my muscles. The feeling and need to work out. FINALLY!
As soon as my daughter was in bed I went to work. I was still sore from the other workouts that had been done throughout the week so anything with planks or generally getting on the floor were out of the question. I went with the T25 Cardio. I chose the T25 Cardio because it pushes you to work harder, it makes you sweat like crazy and I just love this workout.
I did mostly all modified but I was able to do SOME of the moves un-modified, which is a change from last week. I sweat my butt off and when I was finished, I felt amazing.
Saturday and Sunday were our ‘rest’ days, although I did not get a whole lot of rest they were still pretty great.. Saturday consisted of baking cupcakes for nephew’s 1st birthday party, going to get my nails done with my daughter, getting ready and dancing the night away with some of the most amazing ladies in my life ❤ Sunday consisted of decorating said cupcakes for nephews birthday and setting up/going to nephew’s birthday party!! YAY!
All in all, it was a great weekend and I got a great workout in there too.
I was asked a few simple questions today. A few simple questions that have made me realize that I have been lying to myself for a really long time. I was asked: What made you decide to loose weight now? Whats different from the last time you tried to loose weight? What are your goals and when do you think you will achieve them?
2 years ago, I got it into my head that I was going to loose 100 pounds in a year. Easy enough right? I was working out, mainly speed walking at the gym, when I started getting horrible pain in my feet. I later found out that I have arthritis, in my feet and knee, at the ripe old age of 25 (at the time). I also got a really horrible tissue infection in my right leg that left me down for the count for about 6 weeks. These were all really good excuses as to why I quit.
In all reality, I was scared shit-less. Scared of the pain in my feet and scared of infection returning to my leg. I never told anyone that until a few months ago. I think actually telling someone my fear is what really helped me decide that it was time to try again. Hearing myself say out loud “I am afraid” brought me to reality.
So I begin again.
My weight loss Journey.
I am sick and tired of being fat! Being a BBW is fine, and I do love myself. I am beautiful, intelligent, strong willed and I have a killer personality but being fat sucks! I cannot do everything that I want to do in life, while I am in this body.
How long will it take?
This time around I put no time limit on my journey. It will take as long as I need it to take. Maybe three years, maybe it will never be over, and that’s OK.
I believe my goals will be ever changing. That is why my journey may never be over. But for now my goals are as follows:
1) Lead a healthy lifestyle.
This includes eating healthier (not any specific diet, I am still going to live my life, but just healthier choices), and getting active. This will help me, and hopefully set a better example for my daughter.
2) Loose 20 pounds.
This is my first actual weight loss goal. Once I reach it I will up the anti but for now…I am half way there!
3) Be under 200 pounds.
My goal weight is 150 pounds but I am not focusing on that just yet. Getting under 200 pounds will be a huge accomplishment as I have not been that weight since I was about 17 years old.
4) Be able to shop in ANY store I want.
This is actually a huge one for me. I have been shopping in plus size stores since I was 17, and paying the plus size price tag as well. I love that there are stores targeted specifically to plus size woman. There are even stores targeted to YOUNG plus size woman. But you know what? Im sick of being confined to a few stores that I can buy clothing at.
I am a young 20 something. I want to be able to walk into any store, try something on, and have it fit! I want to be able to be on trend and be able to go shopping where all of my girlfriends shop instead of dragging them to Addition-elle or Maurice or Penningtons for myself. I want to be able to buy what I want, from wherever I want.
5) Stop saying no to active play with my daughter.
I do this. I know every parent does it at some point or another but I do it so often that my daughter no longer wants to do anything active, even if I suggest it. I feel like a failure in this aspect but that is going to change. We will get outside and do things together and I will no longer say no, or take no for an answer.
Why is this time different than the last?
I am sick of making up excuses as to why I ‘cant’ excersize. I am an able bodied person. It might take me double the time to do the same workout as someone half my size, I may have to modifty every single move for my arthritis and just because I am not up to that specific skill set or speed yet, but thats OK! Thats OK because Im not going to sit on my ass and watch my life go by anymore. I am going to get up and live it.
The original plan for my weight loss journey was to do everything myself. Plan alone, work out alone, succeed alone.
But what fun is that? :)
My best friend, or should I say my Main B*tch, as we so lovingly call each other, has decided to complete the 30 day challenge with me. I’m pretty pumped about this as she has been getting pretty down about her body ever since she had her son, 11 months ago. I tell her daily that she looks amazing (because she Does!) but that is something that you have to believe about yourself before you can really hear it from others.
So she IS IN. We are in this together. Hopefully to keep each other motivated and provide support for each other when we need it, and even when we don’t.
The only thing I am worried about is becoming dependent on her. I do not want that to happen. I have, in the past, gotten ready to loose weight with a friend and then if they do not want to go to the gym I don’t go either. If that friend eats a burger, well hell I might as well eat one too right? This will not happen to me this time. I have decided to do this on my own and I will do it whether I have company or not, whether I have a workout buddy or not. I need to do this for ME, not for anyone else.
I am determined. I am ready to do this for myself 🙂
Those are the three words that have started the ball rolling in the game that will save my life.
Confused? I bet you are. But for me this is the first time I am seeing with clarity.
I am fat. Actually I believe the technical term is ‘Obese’ or even ‘Morbidly Obese’. I am 5′ 7″ and weigh 230 lbs. I have approximately 70 pounds to loose to be at the top of what a doctor considers a ‘healthy weight’ for me.
I am a confidant beautiful woman, do not get me wrong. I am happy with my life. I have an amazing family, great group of friends, and a crazy little girl who has stolen my heart. But I want more. I feel like I deserve more in this life than I am letting myself experience. That I am ABLE to experience because of how heavy I am.
I AM IN.
I AM IN is what I had to say to get in on a 30 day beach body challenge that my coach was offering, for free, to a select few. The challenge starts Monday and I am terrified.
I am terrified but I am ready! I am ready to take back control of my life. I am ready to work my ass off (or my stomach to be more exact) and get healthy. I know that there is a long road of blood, sweat, and tears ahead of me. I know that it is going to be unbearably difficult and at times I am going to want to give up. But I am done with this life. I am done with saying no to playing with my daughter because I am to tired. Done with getting winded running up a few flights of stairs. Done making excuses.