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The 30 Pound Mark…

I have officially lost 30 pounds.

The 30 pound mark was the first big goal that I set for myself for two reasons. 1.)  I’ve observed that when other people lose weight it becomes super noticeable around 30 pounds. 2.) I know that I can lose 10-15 pounds by crash dieting but 30 pounds would require a real lifestyle change.

There were some unexpected things that came with losing 30 pounds:

-I can do jumping jacks now (before, I used to march in place while pumping my arms)

-I no longer do push-ups on my knees (aka “girl push ups”) I do them in a full plank position

-When I climb the subway steps I don’t have to hold on the the hand rails for stability/assistance

-I can do laps in the pool for 45 minutes instead of 30 minutes

-My skin is clearer (perhaps from sweating out toxins regularly?)

-My knees are rarely sore

As you can see, a lot of the changes I’ve noticed are more fitness related. I will admit that the bulk of my weight loss happened in the gym. Getting my eating right is still my main struggle, but I’m working on it.

As I push towards my next goal of 50 pounds, I’m trying to remind myself of the popular saying “you get fit in the gym and thin kitchen”… not that I’m trying to get “thin” but at the end of the day, healthy eating habits are easier to maintain that a heavy gym schedule.

Anyway, I’ve lost 30 pounds!!!

I’m going home to California tomorrow, so I just need to make sure I don’t eat myself into an In-N-Out and Mexican food induced coma haha….

A Calorie Saved is a Calorie Earned

When I was in high school I lost 50 pounds by just working out. I ate taco bell and drank cherry-lime-aide every day like all of my friends, but spending an hour in the gym each night was all it took for me to burn off the burritos and then some. Because of that, I base most of my weight loss plan on working out even though experts say I shouldn’t.

“80% of weight loss is your diet/what you eat”

“You get fit in the gym… you get thin in the kitchen”

There are so many quotes and adages that focus on eating as the main component to weight loss. But its a hard shift for me to make.

I’ve been working out 4-5 times per week lately and while I’m on a downward trend with my weight loss, I know that I will lose so much more as I adjust what I put into my mouth. Skipping the cupcakes at the office meeting is waaaay easier than spending 2 hours in the gym to work it off.

In the same way that “a penny saved is a penny earned”, a calorie not eaten is a calorie earned and hopefully a pound lost!

I know that right now I’m exercising in order to balance out the extra calories I consume. But exercising as damage control is not a sustainable way to lose weight and keep it off. Its time for me to (once again) start looking at what I’m eating… and how much. I’m making a commitment to increase my fruit/veggie intake and say “no” more to foods that I don’t need (i.e. red velvet cake, an office staple at my job).

Anyway, I lost 1 pound again this week… next week I’d really like to lose 2 pounds.

Weight Loss Check In!

Last week the women’s locker room at the gym was a circus. All the lockers were taken and the ones that were empty were broken. The place was a sea of bright colored thongs and heads wrapped in white towels. Standing in the middle of the chaos were three women in their coats waiting for a locker to open up.

“I can’t WAIT for January to be ovah,” one of them said while smacking her gum. Then she waved a finger around the locker room, “Alllll of ya’ll will be GONE by February!”

Everyone knows that January is resolution time. Gym memberships, salads and bottles of water are all the rage with everyone, myself included. But I really want to keep momentum, I don’t want to be “GONE by February!” like the girl in the locker room predicted.

Over the holidays I gained seven pounds. So, I’ve been working intensely to get that weight off. Robert says gaining seven pounds over Christmas is “not that bad” but I know that I had lofty goals to possibly lose a few pounds during that time.

So far I’m down 5.8 and I’m hoping that by months end I’ll be down the full seven pounds. Then February will be all about moving towards my long-term weight loss goals, the first of which is to lose 30 pounds by the summer (if you’re wondering why I want to lose, I discussed it here last week).

One of the things that has helped me is to schedule my workouts in my calendar. I got that tip from a friend who’s finishing an online education course in fitness training. Looking at my calendar reminds me that I have options to take vigorous classes 6 days a week and seeing those appointments really helps me to make that a priority.

Anyway, I just thought I’d check in with everyone since January is usually a time when we set goals. What are your health fitness goals? How has January been for you?

I’ll be responding to all comments, so chime in below!

The Elephant In The Room… Is Me?!

I had just sat down at my desk with my favorite 3pm snack. A Fuji apple (sliced) and a bag of 100 calorie popcorn (kettle corn, actually). I wiggle my mouse to awaken my screen and just as I toss a few popcorn kernels into my mouth one of my coworkers walks by my desk.

“Why are you eating THAT?!” she shrieks.

“What do you mean?” I ask slowly.

“That’s not good for you…” she wags her finger.

“Its 100 calories,” I reply flatly.

This particular coworker has been watching my weight loss like a hawk since January.

“You’re doing good!” she’ll tell me when she sees my healthy lunches. Of course, she thinks she can understand what I’m going through since she struggled to get from a size 8 to a size 5 last year. And now here she is standing at my desk policing my food. I stare blankly at my computer screen hoping she’ll leave me and my 3pm snack alone. She hesitates, realizing that she’d made me uncomfortable. “I guess its not that bad, oh you have an apple too? You’re doing good!” she says before scurrying away.

A few days later, as I was getting ready to leave the office for the day, the woman who cleans our offices at night cornered me in the bathroom. She doesn’t speak english and I’m decent at spanish, but from what I gathered she said you’re getting very skinny! That’s good! I notice you keep fruit at your desk… the apples are good for you, but no more bananas… they have too much sugar!!!!

I gave her a quick “gracias” for her compliments and advice before slipping out of the bathroom as quickly as possible.

Weight is a tricky thing. If I were super skinny people wouldn’t hesitate to voice their observations about my body. How many times have we heard comments like “you’re so skinny” or “I see you eat, but where does it go?” when slender people are around. On the other hand, I’ve never heard someone say “I know that slice of pizza is going right to your midsection!” when they see me eating.

But once its clear that I’m losing weight (or trying to) everyone seems to have an opinion on what I should or shouldn’t be doing, eating or drinking. Suddenly everyone is a wealth of knowledge on me and my body. Almost as if they’ve been biting their tongues and now that I’ve acknowledged that I’m overweight, they’re letting out a collective sigh of relief. Its almost as if they’re saying I’m glad she’s finally doing something… I thought I was the only one who noticed!

Until now, people pretended that my fat wasnt there. They never comment on my body one way or another. They even censored themselves from saying certain things to protect me or not hurt my feelings. Before I started losing weight, my size was like the pervorbial “Elephant in the room”. I don’t mind when people observe my weight loss, it makes me feel good and helps to keep me motivated, but there’s a difference between that and people monitoring me. That makes me feel uncomfortable and not supported. It also makes me feel like I’m on display.

A note from Swimsuits For All: Swimming is a great way to workout, especially in the summer. There are plenty of stores that offer plus size swimwear so you look your best!

Curvy Conversations: I Dont Want To Lose Weight

Hello CeCe!

I absolutely love your blog! I’ve recently began reading it and actually went all the way to the beginning and read it through! I thought I’d share with you an experience I had today and possibly get your reaction/advice.

Today at work I was approached by an assistant I’ve only spoken to a few times. She asked me to stop by her desk later because she had something to share with me. A few hours later I stopped by. She handed me an invitation and said, “please don’t be offended, but I’d like to invite you to our meeting.” I was confused but thanked her and left. When I got back to my desk I saw that it was an invitation to a weight loss group that she hosted.

I wasn’t offended, but sometimes I wonder why everyone thinks that overweight people are just searching for a weight loss group to join. I personally am happy with the way I look. (ironically at the bottom of the letter it read, “refreshments will be served.”)

I did not take anything personally because I realize I am overweight, and she probably assumed I was unhappy with that and felt the same way she did.

I wish people would recognize that not all overweight people are unhappy with themselves. I know people mean well, but I don’t need my mother telling me about the newest fad diet, or a coworker inviting me to a weight loss meeting. I would like respect and for people to accept me just as I accept myself.

Anonymous

Hi Miss!

When I got your letter, I was actually working on a entry about weight related run-ins at work, so you are not the only one dealing with this issue! Just because I spend 40 hours a week with you doesn’t mean you get to ju– wait… let me stop. This is about you and your entry, I will save my rant for another day.

When it comes to friends and family, tell them what you told me! Explain that you know they’re coming from a place of love but that you “would like respect and for people to accept you just as you accept yourself”.

Honestly, the answer on how to deal with your co-worker is also in what you wrote to me. You’re right when you say that people shouldn’t assume that all big girls are dying to be thin. Also, when you said that you were okay with your weight, I sat up a little straighter in my chair. Reading that statement was very empowering for me.

What’s clear to me is that your self-assurance/confidence/happiness with who you are is a lesson for PSP’s everywhere. Perhaps this is an opportunity for you to share some of what you’ve got with your co-worker. Shoot her an email: Thanks for the invite, I’m happy with my current size, but if I ever want to drop a few pounds I’ll check out your meeting (I’ll even bring carrot sticks!).

Maybe you can follow up with a lunch date, I’m sure the two of you would have some interesting dialog about body image and you can share your personal size acceptance journey if it feels appropriate.

It might be good for her to know that there are big girls who are happy in their own skin.

Just a thought.

xoxo,
CeCe

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Drop It Like Its Hot: Me and My Shadow

If you’re following me on twitter (twitter.com/thebiggirlblog) you know that after some unexpected office goodies, I got rid of the calories by going on an extra long walk last night.

During the first half of my walk I was lost in my own thoughts, listening to music, not really thinking about the changes I’m trying to make. But on the way back to my apartment, the walk was very different. As I walked along the Hudson River, the combination of the street lights and the sunset placed my shadow right in front of me.

I couldn’t stop looking at her.

My shadow had my walk, my hair, my build but she didn’t have any of my trouble spots. She was a better version of me. I let my eyes follow her curves from her breasts, to her nicely toned waist, down past her hips and I actually liked what I saw. She was thick, but she wasn’t… lumpy.

When I was younger, I wanted to be super skinny, but lately my goals have been changed; I’ll probably never look like an Olsen Twin, and I shouldn’t want to. Seeing my shadow last night helped to remind me that there’s a curvy girl inside me that I cant wait to meet.

Drop it like its Hot: The Honeymoon Period

The beginning of a diet/workout plan is always my favorite…

This is the time when I love eating veggies, I feel empowered when I say “No thanks” to brownies and walking uphill at warp speed feels like the best thing in the world. It feels amazing because I can guarantee that when I weigh in, I will see the results on the scale. The pounds melt away so quickly and easily. (Especially if you have a long way to go because the heavier you are, the more calories you burn when exercising).

This morning I weighed myself and I’ve dropped two more pounds. Of course I’m happy, but I need to keep reminding myself that this is a lifestyle change. So that when the veggies dont taste that exciting, the pounds aren’t slipping away so easily, and the snow on the ground makes me want to skip the gym; I will continue to work as hard as I am now.

Dating on a Diet: Is he worth the calories?

Autumn in New York makes me want to be in love….

So, when I checked my online dating account and saw that I had a message from a guy named Steve, it was perfect timing. I could tell Steve was creative from his online profile which said he was into things like punk rock, doo wop and that he collected vinyl records. He had one photo, which was an angular close-up of his face, showing his big brown puppy dog eyes through black framed glasses.

After a few emails back and forth, Steve and I began talking on the phone. He was from London originally and I loved listening to his accent. We chatted easily, and soon he asked me if I wanted to have dinner with him. It was Autumn in New York and I wanted to be in love, so of course– I accepted.

When we hung up the phone, I remembered the diet I was on! I was weeks into the Weight Management Program and was dropping 5+ pounds per week. I didn’t want to ruin my progress, but I also didn’t want to ruin my chances with Steve… I was stuck.

As part of the WMP, I receive weekly calls from Natalie, my nutritionist, on Fridays. She calls to check in on my progress since our Tuesday meeting and also to provide encouragement for the weekend ahead. My date with Steve was Friday Night and when she asked me if I had any upcoming hurdles I told her about it.

“Do you feel comfortable explaining your diet to him?” Natalie asked.

“No.”

“Maybe you could do something other than dinner…” she suggested.

“Maybe, but I don’t know him that well, dinner is safe and I don’t want to change our plans at the last minute”

“Okay, I understand. Well– go on your date, have fun… but eat your prescribed foods before you go. Double up on shakes and entrees, and that way you’ll be full and it will be easier to order something small.”

I agreed to follow Natalie’s advice, she wished me luck and we hung up.

I rushed home after work and started getting dressed. I decided on a denim skirt and a pink turtle neck sweater. I zipped up my slouchy soft leather boots, pulled my bangs back with a green scarf and I was ready.

I took the train downtown and called him. As we spoke on the phone trying to locate each other by describing what we had on, I realized I didn’t really know what Steve looked like. From his photo I knew he had brown eyes and black framed glasses and because I asked, I knew he was 6’1 but that was it! I scanned the crowd and my eyes fell on a man wearing black framed glasses talking on the phone– He was about 5’11, portly, with badly slouching shoulders and as he scanned the crowed it seemed that he had a lazy eye. That couldn’t be Steve… could it? I slowed my pace and continued talking to him hoping that the person I was looking at was on the phone with someone else and not me… but sure enough his mouth was forming the words I was hearing.

I walked over to him, we said our hello’s and he ushered me into a trendy restaurant. We sat down and I focused intently on the menu so I could gather my thoughts. My mind was racing! I felt so foolish! I wasn’t sure if I should blame him for his “optical illusion” profile photo or blame myself for leaving so much to my own imagination. I needed to get over it, and as I composed myself I could feel his eyes on me.

“You– You’re much prettier in person,” He said.

I looked up from my menu into his asymmetrical eyes, he smiled, and our dinner began. After a few drinks I pushed past my physical disappointments with him. It was then that I realized I had another hurdle… he was was really awkward! Not just awkward, but borderline weird. It made me anxious and my whole diet went out the window. I had cocktails, I had a full dinner and when he insisted that I order dessert, I caved! (but I only ate half of it).

Dinner was winding down and he began complimenting me again on how attractive I was.

“What made you put that green scarf in your hair?” he asked. “it looks great!”

“Um– I dunno…” I stammered.

“Its very retro, I like that… I noticed your boots on the way in,” he continued “can I see them?”

He leaned over the side of the table and before I knew it I was sliding my leg out.

“Lovely…” he murmured. “… and your bag?” he said glancing at the leather xoxo tote I had in my lap.

“Very nice,” he said nodding “very nice.”

I didn’t know what was happening, but I knew I had to leave. He paid the bill and I stood up abruptly, I couldn’t make my way out of the restaurant and onto the train fast enough. I woke up early Saturday morning and forced myself to do a double work out. After 45 minutes on the treadmill, and 15 minutes on the stair climber, I jumped in the pool for 30 minutes of laps.

Steve– what a waste of calories!