Hello little lovely's!
It was mid-March and I returned from Grande Prairie to Calgary 10 pounds heavier then I was when I left, but still 25 pounds lighter than I was when I started my dietary rehab back in November of 2011. There I was - trying to figure out how I could manage to fullfill my upcoming obligations while travelling and trying to maintain my girlish figure. Okay, okay. Not girlish, at least not yet. Little did I know...
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
Eating Through Travel, Trauma,Tragedy and Triumph Part Two
Welcome back friends,
Yesterday in Part One of Eating Through Travel, Trauma, Tragedy and Triumph, I left off asking three questions:
(1) What made me stop caring about my diet and my health after such diligent and constructive work in losing weight and changing my eating habits?
(2) Had I really adopted a new and healthy lifestyle, or was this a façade?
(3) Or, was I temporarily reverting to my old comforts in order to bear up under the pressure of my cousin's fresh wound of a cancer diagnosis?
Here is how I first allowed my cousin Jan's cancer diagnosis to put me on what I will affectionately call my "DIETARY DETOUR".
Firstly, I made a silent deal with myself when I was up at Tara and George's looking after their two son's. I said to myself, "self? If I re-route my journey through this jungle of junk food for two weeks,
Yesterday in Part One of Eating Through Travel, Trauma, Tragedy and Triumph, I left off asking three questions:
(1) What made me stop caring about my diet and my health after such diligent and constructive work in losing weight and changing my eating habits?
(2) Had I really adopted a new and healthy lifestyle, or was this a façade?
(3) Or, was I temporarily reverting to my old comforts in order to bear up under the pressure of my cousin's fresh wound of a cancer diagnosis?
Here is how I first allowed my cousin Jan's cancer diagnosis to put me on what I will affectionately call my "DIETARY DETOUR".
Firstly, I made a silent deal with myself when I was up at Tara and George's looking after their two son's. I said to myself, "self? If I re-route my journey through this jungle of junk food for two weeks,
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Eating Through Travel, Trauma, Tragedy and Triumph Part One
Hello my dear friends,
It has taken me what feels like forever to harness the time to sit down and write about why this little piggie went to the market and didn't come home for seven months... SEVEN MONTHS??? Yes, that's what I said.
Here's what happened since we last saw each other:
After returning to Calgary on the first day of February, I thought that I would enjoy a short respite from my travels to my co-piggie, Irene's; after all, February IS the shortest month of the year. Let's make the most of it. I enjoyed a full month of activity doing my regular volunteer work, and spent the month catching up on hugging all my friends. I was successful in continuing my diet (after I devoured my cookies and chips) and managed to lose almost 35 pounds when the first in a series of events would thrust all of my hard work into a downward spiral, flushing my great achievement down the toilet with my hand on the lever.
Like most everyone, I have little control over the events in the world around me that occur from day to day. These are the incidences that I am not immediately related to, I having more or less, no influence on them and in turn they remain oblivious to me. At least, that's what I thought up until that email from Jan. I contemptuously refer to it as The "C" mail.
This is a story about how our journey in life is not ours alone. No matter who we are, what we do or what happens to us along the way, our life makes a distinct impression - whether visible or unconscious - upon the lives of others. This mark can affect how we think, speak, act and react and links us all together in the marathon that is the human race.
It has taken me what feels like forever to harness the time to sit down and write about why this little piggie went to the market and didn't come home for seven months... SEVEN MONTHS??? Yes, that's what I said.
Here's what happened since we last saw each other:
After returning to Calgary on the first day of February, I thought that I would enjoy a short respite from my travels to my co-piggie, Irene's; after all, February IS the shortest month of the year. Let's make the most of it. I enjoyed a full month of activity doing my regular volunteer work, and spent the month catching up on hugging all my friends. I was successful in continuing my diet (after I devoured my cookies and chips) and managed to lose almost 35 pounds when the first in a series of events would thrust all of my hard work into a downward spiral, flushing my great achievement down the toilet with my hand on the lever.
Like most everyone, I have little control over the events in the world around me that occur from day to day. These are the incidences that I am not immediately related to, I having more or less, no influence on them and in turn they remain oblivious to me. At least, that's what I thought up until that email from Jan. I contemptuously refer to it as The "C" mail.
This is a story about how our journey in life is not ours alone. No matter who we are, what we do or what happens to us along the way, our life makes a distinct impression - whether visible or unconscious - upon the lives of others. This mark can affect how we think, speak, act and react and links us all together in the marathon that is the human race.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Newsflash - Messa's Back In Calgary
The Feed Bags have officially separated after 75 days together.
Some may say, awe that is sad. I say it's a very good thing. The reason that we were together for so long is because Irene and I wanted to support each other through a new dietary procedure. Irene also sponsored me as my weight loss coach, giving me tips and tricks after her 100+ pound and continuing drop in weight.
We finished the first three cycles of Dr. Moreno's 17 Day Diet. As per his instructions, if one does not finish their total weight loss by diet day 51, you must re-cycle, starting over from either first or second cycle depending on how much you are willing to sacrifice. Honestly, there has been no sacrifice on this diet! It is wonderful.
Last Tuesday night, I arrived back in my town of Calgary, Alberta and took a few days to clean, reorganize, unpack and launder to mention just a few things. I kind of went off my dieting for three days because before I left, my apartment was not diet proof. So rather than throwing out food whilst the famine is just "ending" in Somalia, I chose to eat my triple chocolate chip cookies, dill pickle chips and
Some may say, awe that is sad. I say it's a very good thing. The reason that we were together for so long is because Irene and I wanted to support each other through a new dietary procedure. Irene also sponsored me as my weight loss coach, giving me tips and tricks after her 100+ pound and continuing drop in weight.
We finished the first three cycles of Dr. Moreno's 17 Day Diet. As per his instructions, if one does not finish their total weight loss by diet day 51, you must re-cycle, starting over from either first or second cycle depending on how much you are willing to sacrifice. Honestly, there has been no sacrifice on this diet! It is wonderful.
Last Tuesday night, I arrived back in my town of Calgary, Alberta and took a few days to clean, reorganize, unpack and launder to mention just a few things. I kind of went off my dieting for three days because before I left, my apartment was not diet proof. So rather than throwing out food whilst the famine is just "ending" in Somalia, I chose to eat my triple chocolate chip cookies, dill pickle chips and
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Cycle Three: Achieve! Day 17 - Measurements
Messa's Measurements on The 17 Day Diet Program*:
January 1, 2012 January 17, 2012 Difference
Head Circumference: Head Circumference:
56cm = 22" 55 cm = 21 6/8 " - 1 cm = 2/8 "
Neck: Neck:
39cm = 15 3/8" 38 cm = 15 " - 1 cm = 2/8 "
Shoulders (around) Shoulders (around)
119cm = 46 7/8" 119 cm = 46 7/8 " No Change
Chest: Chest:
126cm = 49 4/8 125 cm = 49 2/8 - 1 cm = 2/8 "
January 1, 2012 January 17, 2012 Difference
Head Circumference: Head Circumference:
56cm = 22" 55 cm = 21 6/8 " - 1 cm = 2/8 "
Neck: Neck:
39cm = 15 3/8" 38 cm = 15 " - 1 cm = 2/8 "
Shoulders (around) Shoulders (around)
119cm = 46 7/8" 119 cm = 46 7/8 " No Change
Chest: Chest:
126cm = 49 4/8 125 cm = 49 2/8 - 1 cm = 2/8 "
Monday, January 16, 2012
Cycle Three: Achieve! Day 16 - Feed Bags on Vacation
It is with mixed emotions that I write this post.
I am thrilled with glee to say that my aunt Irene has asked me to go away on "vacation" with her this winter. I agreed despite the minus 30 degree weather and the 15 hour trip ahead of us. This trip is many years in the making for both Irene and I. The last time that she was at our intended destination was 40 years ago, and I have never been. Hence my excitement. We have family that has been living there for 9 years now. We owe them a big visit!
However, it is with much sadness and regret that I say that this will be my last entry for a while. By awhile I meant that I am not exactly sure of how long we are going for or how busy we will be with family, etc. Also, I have packed a few extra woollen blankets and survival gear in case we blow a tire and land in a snow bank, trapped alive.
Where are we going you may be wondering? GRANDE PRAIRIE, ALBERTA! This is how REAL Canadians vacation in the winter!
Read Tomorrow's Blog Here! Measurements
Read Yesterday's Blog Here! Food Is A Drug
I am thrilled with glee to say that my aunt Irene has asked me to go away on "vacation" with her this winter. I agreed despite the minus 30 degree weather and the 15 hour trip ahead of us. This trip is many years in the making for both Irene and I. The last time that she was at our intended destination was 40 years ago, and I have never been. Hence my excitement. We have family that has been living there for 9 years now. We owe them a big visit!
However, it is with much sadness and regret that I say that this will be my last entry for a while. By awhile I meant that I am not exactly sure of how long we are going for or how busy we will be with family, etc. Also, I have packed a few extra woollen blankets and survival gear in case we blow a tire and land in a snow bank, trapped alive.
Where are we going you may be wondering? GRANDE PRAIRIE, ALBERTA! This is how REAL Canadians vacation in the winter!
Read Tomorrow's Blog Here! Measurements
Read Yesterday's Blog Here! Food Is A Drug
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Cycle Three: Achieve! Day 15 - Food is a Drug...
...and I am my own pimp.
I had a surprise visitor in my bedroom this morning. Someone was waking me up and requested my presence at an impromptu luncheon conference. Great. I love surprises. Not.
As it turns out I had a meeting at The White Spot with Irene and addressed some major topics that were causing her some clearly visible stress. She was able to vent and use me as a sounding board to bounce thoughts and ideas off of. I was not able to mirror her anxiety which is a positive thing. This I say because if also became worried over the matters at hand, then it would have been detrimental for the both of us and we would have literally fed into each other's weaknesses of food addiction.
Yes, when I poured over the menu, I felt tempted with food. I was able to resist the burgers and pasta. But when I saw the
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