Wednesday, July 22, 2020

Second Nature, Part Two

I continue to be amazed by how second nature eating healthy has become. I continue to be amazed at the fact that I can trust myself, as it pertains to food. 

I trust myself.

I've never, ever felt that way, sad as it may sound.

A couple weeks ago, the Sunday after my period ended, I woke up feeling...off. As I was making my coffee, I noticed out of the corner of my eye homemade chocolate chip cookies sitting in a baggie at the edge of the counter. Those would go well with coffee, I thought to myself out of nowhere.

I took the cookies and my coffee into the living room and happily ate them. More chocolate please, the tiny voice urged. I went back into the kitchen and retrieved a baggie filled with dark chocolate-covered cashews and almonds that I hadn't touched in weeks. I ate a couple servings and then felt satisfied. 

I kept waiting all day for my healthy palate to kick back in, but all day long my body asked for things it hadn't wanted in months - a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch, pizza for dinner. I texted Mal throughout the day, confused and frustrated:

Me:I just had a bit of a moment...with two chocolate chip cookies and some dark chocolate covered almonds. I think I’ve been slipping down the dieting rabbit hole a little bit, focusing on weight loss so intensely, and bounced back in the opposite direction. Just wanna stay honest. Logged it and will do my best to hit targets still

Mal  A treat every so often won't hurt, I think we will be okay :)

Me:    I’m so off today it’s so frustrating. I don’t know what’s going on - not able to get in a groove with meditation, journaling, all of it


Mal:    It’s normal to have these days. You’re human. I know you have mental fortitude to get through it and not let this funk win. Feel it, acknowledge it, try to keep giving into cravings to a minimum and trust you will have a better day tomorrow. Don’t even worry about sending me food today. This doesn’t mean go crazy with your food but I want you to relax about it and just enjoy the evening. But remind yourself of the progress you’ve made. We absolutely do not want to derail and lose that. You’ve done so awesome, you’re just having a day. 


And to my pleasant surprise, the next morning, I was completely back on track.

Today was another example. Something feels off with my supplements (call has been placed into my doc, but I have to muscle through in the meantime) and I've been tired all day despite sleeping a full night each night. Today, I decided to just give in to cravings and have Starbucks for breakfast (skinny macchiato and a light breakfast sandwich) and the craving to have cereal with fruit for lunch. In the past, that kind of start to the day would have made me feel like there was no point in trying and would lead to a full on binge day (or week). Today, I decided to just log it and do my best to get good percentages overall. I removed the carbs I would usually have from dinner and opted to have a high protein peanut butter protein shake for my snack and just like that, my calories and percentages were back on track. 

I'm not weighing myself weekly anymore. My wellness team wants me to drop into deeper surrender to Divine's will for me, trusting my body, trusting myself and trusting Divine. Weighing weekly is about looking for outcomes. Having faith is about action without evidence or outcomes. I do have faith, and so I'm weighing monthly now. I still hope that I'll get on the scale and see 8 or even 10 pounds gone. But the truth is that I know I'm taking good care of myself today, one day at a time. If it takes a little longer and that's what Divine wants for me, so be it. 

I'll check back in after August 1 to let you know, either way!



Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Becoming Second Nature

I've admitted that I was fairly insane when it came to dieting and weight loss up until December of last year, when I realized how far from loving myself I had really ended up. And not only loving myself, but loving those around me, whom I claimed to love fully and unconditionally.

Now that I'm seeing clearly, and have regained sanity in this area, I continue to be amazed by how easy it it is to intuitively handle situations which used to baffle me. (For those of you in recovery, you'll recognize that phrase. Not a coincidence.)

Back during my crazy days, there were situations which really used to throw me completely into a carb-laden tailspin - vacations, holidays, birthdays, road trips, weekends, evenings, illness, celebrations...

I remember a trainer barking at me in frustration that if I was going to keep going off the rails every time I celebrated a birthday in my house, he was going to forbid it. (That didn't go over well with me, as you can imagine.)

The first couple months of quarantine, I didn't face much in the way of temptation. On Easter, I indulged in Easter candy (nothing was off limits, because I wasn't dieting) and was curiously disgusted at how the sugar caused me to go unconscious. I didn't like that and I didn't want it to happen anymore, so I sat down and wrote a list of the things that would comprise my new abstinence:

Safe sweeteners - maple syrup, honey, coconut sugar, raw turbinado, fruit juice

Whole grains, or Dave’s killer bread

No fast food or junk food

3 liters of water a day

5 servings of fruits and veggies a day

3 servings of protein

NO DIETING



This is when I began baking - sweet potato pecan pie, blueberry pie, cake, cookies and brownies from scratch. I noticed that when I cooked from a mix, even if it was branded "organic," I had some version of the same experience, where the food called to me from the kitchen, trying to convince me to have it at breakfast, lunch and dinner. And maybe a little more even later at night. When I cooked from scratch, that didn't happen. In fact, I could walk by the thing multiple times a day and maybe not have any of it at all. 


As the months progressed, I became more willing to look at my calories and macros, and eventually became willing to make sure the calories were coming from healthy foods.


When we realized we were going to have to take a road trip to take my 17 year old to complete a standardized test, I started to get really nervous. So many times, a vacation or road trip had completely derailed my progress. I can remember going to Disneyworld with the best of intentions, journaling about taking my healthy snacks into the park on days 1 and 2, and about eating everything in sight by day 7 - gaining the regular 8-10 pounds by the end of the trip. (Not exaggerating.)


Granted, this trip was only an overnight stay, but the drive was 6.5 hours. I could do a lot of damage in 6.5 hours with snacks bought a roadside gas station. I planned out both days, but that didn't mean anything. I'd done that before.


My day started as any other - two glasses of lemon water, a green drink and coffee. Before we left, I made my planned smoothie with an extra scoop of protein to keep me sated as long as possible. To my pleasant surprise, it kept me satisfied until we pulled into the hotel at just before 5 pm. I felt into what I wanted and ordered it, then plugged it in to LoseIt.com. You can imagine my glee when I realized that my percentages were nearly perfect and my calories too! 


I texted Mal to say:


"It was crazy because I didn’t stop for lunch - I had made myself a high protein shake before we left and then when we got here, I ordered what I wanted and plugged it in - not going crazy but not depriving myself - and voila! Is it possible this is becoming second nature??"



Her reply:


"That’s AMAZING!! You’ve come a long way and it’s so awesome. Now you KNOW you’re capable of this and I can tell it’s given you a lot of confidence."


I have come a long way. And it's not just lip service - I can and do trust myself. During this quarantine, I've enjoyed Mother's Day, my birthday, my husband's birthday, Father's Day, July 4 and a road trip, and not only have I not gained any weight, I've lost weight! And more than that, I'm sane and peaceful. 


God's got this, and so do I!

Monday, July 6, 2020

In Case You Were Wondering...

I lost .8 pounds this week, and that’s with the arrival of good old Aunt Flow.

I'm in the middle of the toughest part of the month, battling cravings for chocolate and fat, and just for today, I'm doing pretty well with it. Tomorrow, I go back to working out in person with Mal, and I'm sure that will help shock my body out of any plateau it might be in thanks to my stupid period.

Truthfully, this is just something I've always had to endure and overcome - the impatience of dealing with my body holding onto weight during this time of the month. I really look forward to when my trust in the process has deepened even more, and I can relax in the knowing that I'm taking really good care of my body, and following good direction and guidance, and am on my way to complete and total healing.

I will tell you this - I feel amazing, and I'm super excited to have lost weight two weeks in a row, no matter what the amount. This is the first time that's happened in more than six months!

So again, we celebrate our victories, the biggest one being that I have another weekend under my belt, and another period! Onward and downward!

Saturday, July 4, 2020

Independence Day is Cancelled.

July 4 is canceled this year. 

At least in my town, there will be no celebrations. 

To me, this seems fitting, as many of us are redefining and renegotiating our freedoms and even asking ourselves, 

"Whose freedoms does this day really represent, anyway?" 

Certainly not my ancestors. 


It's ironic that this year, there were so many celebrations on June 19th, the day the slaves were freed. The quarantine restrictions had been largely lifted and across the nation, people gathered and celebrated. And yet, due to spikes in the number of infections and deaths as a result of the virus, in many states the celebrations planned for this day will be canceled. Perhaps on the other side of this wild and crazy ride we are on called "2020," July 4 will no longer be the day that is celebrated as the day Americans won their freedom, for as I've said before:

We are not fully free until we are all free.

(If you don't know what I mean by this, educate yourself and watch the Netflix documentary, "13th.")

Perhaps the day is coming when we are all free, and nationwide celebration will happen when that day comes. Perhaps we will only be able to truly enjoy a nationwide celebration when it does.

And yet, I am free today in the way I have come to believe is most important. I am free from the limiting beliefs that kept me imprisoned by my own mind. I'm free to know how to pursue joy, truth, self-love, bliss, communion, connection with Divine and humanity. I'm free to learn and I'm free to teach. I'm free to express myself and I'm free to receive guidance.  I'm free to share and I'm free to listen. I'm free to do all those things or none of them. 

Just for today, I celebrate my freedom. Have you found freedom yet in your life?



The Weight is Over

Tomorrow is weigh in day. Two weeks ago, I stepped on the scale after a period of what I thought was super clean eating and consistent exercise only to find I had gained weight. The devastation and despair this caused led me to finally (I believe) surrender and begin to have faith, not just in Divine, but in my body and myself. I began to really hold myself accountable and think through each choice I was making, consciously deciding to only take action I could be proud of. At the end of my first week following my decision to surrender, I was thrilled to step on the scale and see nearly three pounds gone.

It's now the end of week 2 following my surrender and I can confidently say that I have not only stayed consistent in my healthy habits, I've also added a killer playlist to my workouts so they've all been intense - leaving me sweaty and quivering after only 20-30 minutes of exertion. My mindset has been great, too. I've been meditating several times a day, sometimes as many as four times in one day, including consistent visualization of the body that's coming. And, I've been using great language, because I really do believe that I'm on the other side of the precipice and I've leveled up and into this new version of myself I've been becoming for so very long.

And yet, a small, quiet, tentative voice in the back of my head whispers, "But what if it's still not working?"

You see, there were so many times that I swore I was doing everything right, eating all the right foods, taking all the right supplements, saying all the right words, and still that damned scale wouldn't move. I can look back now and see that I was eating out often (and who knows what the hell they are cooking with and how many calories it has) and my workouts were low intensity at best. My portions weren't controlled and there were many days when my calories were well above 2000 and even more days when I just didn't log at all. So was I really doing everything right?

That's not what my life is like now. Now, I'm actually holding myself accountable to Mal and letting her know every day exactly what I'm eating and how intensely I'm exercising. More than that, I'm listening to my body and giving her what she needs - nothing more, nothing less. I'm loving myself today. 

So if I get on that scale tomorrow and I haven't lost weight, I will know that my body is intelligent and that it is doing exactly what it needs to do to get me to where I want to eventually go, but it will be in Divine timing, not my timing. And Divine's way of doing things is always going to be equal to or better than mine.

I'll check in tomorrow, however briefly, to let you know how it goes. 

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Who Do You Think You Are?

The amazing thing about writing a blog that very few people read is the freedom it gives you to say what's really on your mind, unedited, unapologetic. The past few nights, I've felt inspired to get honest and share what's going on with me, how I'm feeling, where I'm at. I don't check my word count, and I'm not concerned with making sure I'm hitting all the right hashtags. I'm not posting on all my social media sites with clever images and a link back to this site. This blog has become for me a confessional, a chronicle, and a place to hold myself accountable. This is a one-day-at-a-time process for me, and even though I know now that God has the final say in this Recreation, I want to be sure I'm carrying out His marching orders every day.

And that's where it's gotten interesting recently. See, in the past, I always got my marching orders from outside of me - a book, a trainer, a doctor, a mentor, a friend, a magazine, really anyone might have the latest plan, program or diet for me to follow that I'd hope and pray would be the golden ticket to having a healthy body. In some cases, it worked for awhile - I got within 5 pounds of my wedding day weight on Dreambodies back in late 2008 and stayed there for nearly a year and a half before getting pregnant with my fourth child in 2010. 

What's interesting this time around is that although I have guidance coming from different places - the Gabriel Method team, my trainer, my spiritual mentor, my doctor - at the end of the day, I'm relying on my inner guidance, which I choose to believe is from my Higher Power, for my final marching orders. I trust that inner voice today, and I cannot remember the last time I felt that way.

Take today's food, for instance. I have been consistently hitting my target calorie range and macro percentages for weeks now, and today I did my normal tweaking to hit my numbers, but when I bit into the fried chicken breast I'd included for myself for dinner, it just left me feeling...unsatisfied. I took a couple bites, and then realized I was just not enjoying it at all. I took it back into the kitchen and swapped it for a thigh and a wing and adjusted my numbers. At the end of the night, my calories and my fat percentage were a little high, so I texted Mal to let her know. Her response:

These days are totally okay once or twice a week and you’ve had an excellent week. This is also not the worst I’ve ever seen at all, so I can live with it!


I was really glad to get that feedback from her, but even without it, I knew that I was taking good care of myself today by getting the extra fat and flavor. What's amazing to me is that for the first time in my life that I can remember, I'm able to trust myself and what my body is telling me above everything else. And that's not just with food. I'm finding myself lighting up at certain suggestions (adding a green drink in the morning, doing HIIT cardio interval training) and shutting down at others (not yet, yoga). I'm actively co-creating with Divine this new version of myself, and I'm sovereign in my choices.


There's still a part of me that looks to someone outside of me for validation and approval; that may never change. But there are a lot of things that have changed, not the least of which being that just for today, I'm taking fantastic care of myself each day, and I'm becoming someone that I really freaking love and trust. I think that's pretty awesome.

Sunday, June 28, 2020

How Do I Love Thee...

One of my friends read my last blog post and commented that although she found it inspiring, she did worry that maybe I hadn't gotten back around to the whole topic of loving myself unconditionally, not just my kids.

Good point, good friend.

I love myself with a technique I call my Cup Runneth Over technique (or CRO for short). I'll explain what that is in a minute.

First, let me confess something. Yesterday, I spent more time than I care to admit going all the way back to the beginning of this blog and reading from oldest to newest. No, I didn't get through the whole thing (and yes, I did find it embarrassingly entertaining). One thing that stuck out for me though was how frenetic my pace always seemed to be. I seemed to be doing everything I possibly could to get it right, to be perfect, to please them all, to get the gold star. But underneath it all, there was a low hum, the tension that is depicted in scary movies with cellos playing minor chords. The feeling you get when the stupid cheerleader is being slowly dragged down a hallway and then BAM! The killer pops out and she's dragged into a closet, her throat promptly slashed.

What I'm saying is, anyone reading those older posts could see what I couldn't see at the time, despite many of my loved ones (and my therapist) saying it often - if you keep going at this pace, you're going to pop.

I had a secret weapon, though, you see. I had a release valve. And it was that whenever I needed to, I would find an excuse to numb all the way out, in food. I haven't had a drink or a drug since 1995, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to make good use of a stockpile of sugar and processed carbs. And that was my MO for many, many years - be good, get it all done, do all the things, hold on, hold it in, push, push, push, push, aaaand.....RELEASE. The problem is that it not only kept me from ever getting to a healthy weight, it also fed my insecurity and my feeling of failure around that topic (because I still felt it was up to me to get it done, remember) and it also made it a thousand times harder to do all the things when I was fueling my body with toxins and sending my insulin levels on the roller coaster from hell.

In April 2018, I started working with my mentor, Nanilea Diamond, the founder of the Sacred Feminine Leadership Blueprint and the person who introduced me to the idea of giving and living from a place of "cup runneth over." The idea that if we make sure we are taking really good care of ourselves, tending to our physical, mental, emotional and spiritual needs first and completely, then what we have available to give to others is so much more and feels so much better. If I'm being honest, I was drawn to Nanilea because she was like a fairy princess, a mermaid and Aphrodite all rolled into one. I wanted what she had. I wanted to be comfortable in my own skin like her. I thought if I could learn from her, maybe I could lose this weight once and for all, and then I'd have the energy to make myself look beautiful and feel beautiful and I'd be happy.

What happened instead was that I was taken on a ride that never ended. It was a ride that would take me to see and heal the deepest wounds I'd been carrying, some of them ancestral, and would fling me up to my highest heights to get a taste of what my full glory on this planet would look like, and I even got to experience it for a moment, here and there. And let me tell you, there's no drug in the world like the high of feeling like you're doing, being and experiencing exactly what your soul came to this planet for.

Today, loving myself unconditionally doesn't have to do with just accepting my body. The truth is, I am so happy for my body and what it can do and the luscious curves that I was able to keep relatively smooth with years of strength training. There are things about it I don't like - the pain I still feel when I walk up the stairs and the way I can feel what's between my chin and my chest when I'm sitting and typing up this post. But the things I like and don't like are just a small part of why I love myself so absolutely and completely. I love my consistency. I love my determination. I love my spunk. I love my optimism and my faith in everything, even the things I don't like. My faith in Divine, even when She's not giving me everything I want. I love my ability to see the possibility for miracles and magic in the midst of tears.

And even beyond that, I've learned that loving myself is an action, not a feeling. So every day, I make a list of the ways I will love myself, knowing that if I commit to these things, I will feel loved at the end of the day. I will feel satisfied. I call this my Cup Runneth Over list, because when I do these things, my cup is full and I can give from a place of Cup Runneth Over.

Today, these were the things on my CRO list:

- Walk with my friend (done)
- Drink at least 2 liters of water (done)
- Meditate (done)
- Journal (done)
- Take supplements (done)
- Eat healthy food in the proper amounts and percentages (done)

And just like that, I loved myself today.


Saturday, June 27, 2020

Redefining Recreation (SPOILER ALERT - There is a God and it's NOT me...)

It's been well over a year since I last posted and so much has changed. I'll save the best for last, and just take you through everything, one at a time.

First, in December of last year, I realized that I had no idea how to unconditionally love myself. If I was sticking to my diet and exercising, I was worth loving. If I wasn't, I wasn't. Simple as that. Not only was that sick behavior keeping me miserable and in battle with myself, it was extending out beyond to my kids, even to my Higher Power! I was in a constant power play with my kids, trying to gently coerce them to change their eating habits or how much they were exercising, not out of a concern for their health alone, but because I worried that they wouldn't be loved by the external world if they didn't. And why did I worry about this? Because it's the conditions I placed on loving myself, and whether consciously or unconsciously, it became my belief that it would be the conditions that everyone else would place on loving me and on loving them, too. Here's where it gets really heavy - I had to check myself and realize that they DESERVE my unconditional love, regardless of what they eat or how they look or who they love or what they believe. They are my CHILDREN. Of course I love them unconditionally! I was devastated to realize that maybe I hadn't been, actually. And so I immediately owned that and let it go. And in letting that go, I would begin the process of learning how to love myself unconditionally, too.

It took me a few more months to realize how my Higher Power factored into the equation, but I'll get back to that.

I became willing to seek the help of a personal trainer (again), and as soon as I sat down with her, I knew Mal would have my back and would help me get to where I truly wanted to go. You see, she didn't start talking about food plans, calories and macros (even though she has literally written a book on all that stuff). She explained that our progress was going to be measured by my STRENGTH, COMMITMENT, and HEART, rather than my measurements, weight or calories. She plunged right into my soul, and got to the core of what matters to me, what's actually IN my control. Is it any wonder I jumped all in with both feet, signing up for five days a week of in-person, CrossFit-style workouts?

At the same time, I was reading a book one of my close friends had recommended, called The Gabriel Method, which suggested that a fat body sometimes wants to stay fat for some reason that is completely out of our control - either because it is afraid of famine because of years of chronic dieting, or because it's feeling unsafe in some other way. This also resonated with me as part of the solution, and I immediately signed up for their "Ultimate Coaching Experience," which included monthly mentoring sessions, monthly alternative therapy sessions (e.g., cellular release therapy, tapping, etc), full access to their private Facebook group, as well as weekly access to their brilliant founder, Jon Gabriel.

For the next few months, I focused on learning and changing. I consistently completed Mal's workouts and began to undo the damage from years of chronic dieting and trying to control my situation through sheer force of will. For the first three months, I didn't weigh myself at all. I allowed myself to eat what I wanted, when I wanted it and simply added in supplements, healthy fats and live foods to start giving my body the nourishment it needed.

In mid-March, I realized I should probably get a sense of where things stood, from a measurement perspective, as my size 18s had long since become too tight, and it was becoming uncomfortable to even go up and down stairs, let alone do anything beyond the 20-30 minute workouts Mal was sending me to do at home, due to the stay at home orders.  I was shocked and disheartened to see that my weight had reached an all-time high of 264 pounds. At 5'4", I was technically bordering on morbidly obese.

My team reassured me that this was a necessary by-product of getting off the dieting roller coaster, and that my weight would one day level off and then eventually start to decrease. I heard what they were saying, and in my prayer and journaling time it had come through that the weight wouldn't start to come off until somewhere around the six-month mark, but it was still making me crazy that despite working out five days a week and following the Gabriel Method plan of eating, I had still only lost a whopping 3.2 pounds over a 2.5 month period, landing at 260.8 as my lowest weight.

In May, I turned 50. My spiritual mentor recommended a doctor who could do more in-depth blood testing  to see what havoc menopause and perimenopause may have wreaked on my body. I learned that my cortisol levels were through the roof all day long, despite twice daily meditation and sleeping more than 9 hours a night (albeit interrupted 2-3 times by nighttime bathroom needs). She recommended adrenal and cortisol support, as well as a progesterone supplement to balance out the high estrogen levels in my blood. Immediately upon taking the supplements, I felt less irritable and had more energy. I started doing a Couch to 5K run/walk program three days a week on top of my CrossFit workouts. I began seriously watching my macros, and started keeping them at the 40% carb / 30% protein / 30% fat my trainer recommended. After two weeks, I optimistically hopped on the scale.

261.

I had actually gained weight. How the fuck was that possible? I was hitting my macros! I was running, for God's sake! I was taking my supplements daily without fail. How could I not be losing weight?

Mal suggested I try to shoot for a lower overall caloric intake - ranging between 1400-1600 rather than the 1700-1800 we'd been targeting. She also suggested I try to make sure those calories came from good clean food, rather than processed food. What the hell difference would that make? I thought. A couple hundred calories can't make that much difference. And isn't a calorie a calorie?

But I did it anyway. And I cried and cried at how hopeless I felt. I was doing everything right, I thought to myself. I was doing all the things. Why isn't this dream coming true? Why isn't this new version coming into my reality?? I even started seriously considering volume liposuction. I told everyone who would listen, including God, "If I haven't gotten down to at least 230 by September, I'm getting that surgery."

My friends and family were supportive and understanding. My sister even agreed to come help take care of me during the surgery, if I needed her help. But in my quiet time, I prayed:

"What do you want from me, God? What am I doing wrong? What am I supposed to do? Please, one way or another, you need to help me. You need to give me a sign. What am I supposed to do?"

Then, my sister told me about a daily devotional she had been reading on miracles. I asked her to send it to me and she did. The very first day, I got this message:

"The path to a miracle is always through uncomfortable territory. The source of a miracle always comes in an unexpected way. So what do you do when you're on this road? You don't fret. You don't fear. You don't try to figure it out."

Well, I had been fretting, and fearing AND trying to figure it out...for years! It went on:

"You just have faith. You trust God and say, 'I don't know how God is going to do it, but He will do it." If God tells you to do it, even if it doesn't make sense, you do it. Even if going in that direction, or to that location, or to talk to that person doesn't make sense, you simply obey God and do what he tells you to do. And then, you get ready for a miracle."

Well, I'll be. That's pretty straightforward.

A couple days later, I had a scheduled call with a nutritionist who had been recommended by the doctor who did my blood work. She was explaining her methodology, and it was completely aligned with the Gabriel Method and what I had already been learning. I explained what I had been doing and she said it sounded like I was doing all the right things. Then she paused and asked me, "But do you believe that you are going to be able to lose this weight?"

For once, I really stopped to think about her question. I dug deep down to see what the answer was that was in my heart.

And the answer was no.

Tears streamed down my face as I confessed to her (and subsequently to myself and to God) that I did not believe that I would ever be able to lose the weight without extreme measures, like a crazy diet or a major surgery. And in that moment, I realized, I had not had faith. I had not believed. God had been here all the time, ready to perform Her miracle, and all She asked was that I say the magic words: 

"Lord, I believe You can do it."

My friends, it was like a complete spiritual awakening in that moment. I could see what I had never before been able to see, which was that as long as I believed that I had to do it, I was lost and destined to fail. But as soon as I became willing to believe that God could and would do it, and that all I had to do was to get still in the morning and ask for guidance and then follow that guidance when it comes, I could settle down and get ready for my miracle.

Which is what brings us to the restart of this blog, and the redefinition of "recreation." When I started this whole process, it was about me recreating myself, but what I now realize is that I am actually being recreated. It is a co-creative process where God is the Creator and He guides me around what I need to do to support Him in the process of recreating me. Part of what Divine is asking me to do is to praise Her name, and let everyone know that with God ALL things are possible. I've seen it in my personal life, I've seen it in my career, and I've shared with anyone who would listen about the miracles that She has performed in those areas of my life for decades.

He's about to perform a pretty big miracle right here and I want to shout it to the rooftops, real time, as it happens. If you have an experience of God working a miracle in your life, with your health or in any area at all, please comment! I am all about amplifying the miracles that abound in a life built on faith. 

I'll be back soon with more to share. Let the Co-Creation BEGIN!

Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Halfway there!

Ok, no not really. I'm actually just halfway through my first ten-day purium cleanse. I think I'm far enough along to give you my fair assessment. Or, at least my fair assessment of the first half, anyway.

Day 1: Feeling pretty confident, I have my printout of the instructions for the cleanse, and my flex foods ready to go. I have my lemons ready for juicing to add to my water, and I'm feeling strong and ready. I tried working out and yikes. Could barely walk. I have a long way to go. Is it day 10 yet?

Day 2: Yikes! Already down a couple pounds and feeling pretty amazing. I do get hungry at times, but honestly the flex foods and the protein vitamins really do help. I'm going to get coconut milk to add to my purium shake, which I think is going to be really yummy. Today was a super busy day - we were at the Renaissance Fair most of the day, and the apple I brought really helped me hang in there until we got home. Yay, flex foods.

Day 3: What the hell is happening to my body? Every ache and pain I've ever had is screaming in pain - my Achilles, my right knee, my lower back is spasming...is this what I signed up for? I reached out to my mentor and trainer to see if this was normal. They both said that it was a part of the detox and that I needed to just hang in there.  Today was Sunday, which is also known as Cheat Day in my house. I may have overdone it a bit on the flex foods, but better broccoli and berries than Twizzlers and Toblerone, right?

Day 4: OK, I think I am actually over the detox hump. I'm not as hungry as I was on days 1-3 and the pain is once again only in my Achilles, and it's a much duller pain than it had been. I have energy again! I actually went and worked out at the gym and had a DECENT workout and did the whole thing in its entirety, and I played tennis for 45 minutes later in the morning on top of that!  Yep, I'm definitely over the hump, y'all.

Day 5: And here we are, halfway through. I FINALLY made it through an entire leg workout! Yippee!! Most of the day, I'm not hungry at ALL. But when the hunger hits, look out - it's pretty intense. I'm super confident I'll make it through the whole ten days, though. That's super awesome. Oh, and the fact that I'm down about five pounds doesn't suck either. :)

So, that's it for now! I'll check in again and let you know how I feel at the end!

Saturday, April 27, 2019

Day 1 of the Purium Cleanse

The day started off pretty easy. I woke up at 6:30 AM and had my five amino acids, which re basically like vitamins. I have about 15 other vitamins I have to take in the morning so another five wasn’t really a big deal. I skipped having a Flex food because I wasn’t hungry. I rarely am in the morning. I had my Purium shake at around 10:30 and then had more amino acids and my first flex food – a cup of strawberries – at around lunchtime.  This is around when it started getting really difficult.

Mid morning, I tried to go out for a work out. The gym was closed but I pushed forward. I walked up the hill to the track and tried to do my Tony work out. It was so disheartening to feel how difficult it is to work out at this weight. And it doesn’t help that my Achilles heel is still very sore with tendinitis.  Nevertheless, I managed to make it work. I reached out to Tony, who assured me that it will get better. He asked for my patience. What choice do I have? Fast forward to the evening - I had steamed broccoli for dinner after having an apple flex food mid-afternoon. After “dinner“ I have my cherry drink, took my bedtime vitamins and went to bed.

All in all, it was a pretty good day. Nine more to go.

Friday, April 26, 2019

Tomorrow is day 1 of the 10-day Purium cleanse. Ten days. They talked about some cleansRs and Super Lytes, which I do not have. I have the shake, the amino acids and the cherry stuff for nighttime. I’ve started taking a probiotic and progesterone at night, so I’m super sleepy. I’m gonna take it one day at a time.

I’m down three pounds already and only four days in. I had an ambitious goal for the week, and have three pounds to go to hit it. Nothing’s standing in my way this time.

Monday, April 22, 2019

Today is officially day 1. Day 1 of Recreating Liimu 2.0.
I got the results of my blood tests and found out that not only am I anemic and in severe adrenal fatigue, I'm also allergic to gluten, eggs (especially egg whites!), dairy, salmon, almonds, beef, peas...oh, you get the idea. EVERYTHING, basically.
I won't get into all the stuff I ate over Easter weekend. Today came and it was time to get started.
I had to hit the road by 7 am in order to get to San Diego in time for my first meeting and I woke up and hadn't even packed yet.
I ran around like a crazy person trying to get everyone up, trying to get Max bathed (finally), and trying to make sure I had my Purim packed, and protein shakes for the road as well as one for breakfast. (Is wheatgrass gluten free?)
After my first meeting, I had just enough time to stop at Whole Foods for lunch. It was yummy, but barely filled my tummy. 
After lunch, my period came. Yay.
After my last meeting of the day, I went back to the hotel and was so exhausted, but I still got dressed to workout. I took some pictures (Tony asked for before pics) and nearly cried. I cannot believe how huge I am. Ok, fine, it's partially because of my period, but it's mostly because I've got 100 pounds to lose. 
I went down to the hotel gym only to find it full of teen fitness models. Or, that's what it looked like. Yay, joy. I can think of nothing I enjoy more than shlepping my bloated body all over the hotel gym while perfect tens give me the side eye.
I lasted about 12 minutes and then took myself back up to my room (long enough to seriously aggravate my Achilles, I might add).
I put in an order for GrubHub and waited for it to arrive only to find that the guy couldn't get a hold of me (supposedly) so it had to be credited back and I had to wait another hour.
I was so hungry by the time it came, I scarfed it down and followed it up with Sleep chocolates (tiny bit of dairy in those, but I'm calling it a good night).
I did toss the bread that came with my food, so all in all, I slayed.
One day down, 364 to go.

Sunday, April 14, 2019

Today is day 7 in Rome, day 5 of my blog. I’m not even posting these things publicly yet, but I already feel things shifting.
I accept myself on a whole new level now. I know I’m in the worst shape I’ve been in, maybe in my entire life, certainly since the last time I lived in LA briefly in the early nineties when I was at least 40-50 pounds overweight, smoked and got high on the regular. I’m actually way healthier than that time in my life, but I’m definitely not in good shape. I’m inflexible (for which yoga would be a great solution), soft (hence, beginning weight training under Tony D’s tutelage), and waaaaay overweight, puffy even. It will be no surprise when Dr. Murphy tells me I have to give up dairy and gluten and probably a whole host of other inflammatory foods. Maybe she’ll even give me some supplements that will help ramp up the process.
This morning, during empty presence, I went deep, even though I only sat in empty presence for half the time. I literally felt like I was accessing a grid where centuries old souls were communing. I heard the same message from a couple months ago – heal yourself, and I will heal her. And I knew, just knew, that everything was happening right on schedule. I also received a message that I should tell my new friend, Manuel, our salesclerk at Louis Vuitton, about our web series. I don’t know why, or if it will make any difference, but I told him all the same.
Manuel and all the other sales clerks went sort of bonkers for Max while we were here. It was sort of funny, except that I’m not really sure how Max felt with all the attention. We had such a lovely time here, and even though Glen and I weren’t able to do all the things we did the last time we were here, I think we are even more connected, both as a couple and as a family, than before we came. 
Amelia vlogged every day. We shopped, we ate, we saw the Trevi Fountain, the Pantheon, the Coloseum, the Imperial Forum, Pompeii, Vesuvius and Naples. It was really an unbelievably memorable trip. 
The food was good, sure. Gelato yeah, yum. Pizza, yup. Bruschetta and pasta and cannoli. It was all good. But I am so focused, so ready, so EAGER to get started with Tony and Nanilea and Dr. Murphy – my dream team – and to see the weight fly off once and for all. I’m ready to enter my 50s stronger, fiercer, more focused and more stunning than I ever have been before. 
I remember in 1990 when I first moved to California after my dad died, I was overweight, run down, exhausted and depleted. I was ready to stop getting high every day, ready to get my life back together. I decided I would start by losing 30 pounds. There was a cute guy at my job who had his eye on me, and I told him that I planned to lose 30 pounds. His response: “You’re stunning now, but if you lose thirty pounds, you’ll be unstoppable.”
Next stop: Unstoppable.


Saturday, April 13, 2019

What if I can’t do it? What if I start out all gung ho like I always do, and then I start to make excuses, start to waiver in my commitment?
Here’s the thing about me. When I make a commitment to something or someone, I mean, a REAL commitment, like, “No bullshit, I’m telling you I’m doing this, I’m giving you my word,” I’m pretty fiercely unshakable about it. The question I’m asking is, how do I get myself to make that level of commitment. That on-a-one-to-ten-level-25 type of commitment?
First thing is, I know I need to have daily accountability, including weekly calls, with you guys and with my trainer and team. I need to have a very clear plan of what I’m going to be doing and check in with Tony daily and weekly to let him know that I murdered my goals. Like here’s an example:
Week 1 probably won’t be as insane as far as workouts as they will become, but I’m sure I’ll have weight lifting workouts at least 4-5 times a week, maybe even 6. (He usually gives me a day or two of straight cardio.) Tony also likes me to add an additional 45 minutes of cardio at least 2-3 times a week on top of that. I’ll be playing tennis on Mondays, doing Rise ‘N Rave boxing and SoulCycle for sure, so I should definitely be doing way more cardio than Tony needs me to do, plus I’m going to add my marathon training to my weight training workouts so there will be extra cardio happening all over the place. It’s going to feel so good. I just want to stay strong and injury-free. I’m hopeful the anti-inflammatory diet will help with that, too. Certainly, getting the extra weight off will help!
Food will be anti-inflammatory and low carb. I’ll be eliminating gluten and dairy as soon as I get home, like the next day, and will be going into full on beast mode the Monday after I get back. Starting Friday, the 26th of April, I’ll be doing a 10-day cleanse which I know Tony is going to LOVE. That cleanse ends on the third day of what I know is going to be an amazing three-day spiritual retreat. I’m going to be locked in and feeling amazing. And hopefully, I’ll be down at least 10 pounds from my post-Italy weight.
Every day, I’ll post here at least once (on days where I may be struggling, probably more often than that) and I’ll let you guys know how my food and workouts are going, and where my head is at. I’ll also be posting on Instagram and occasionally vlogging about my journey on YouTube. This is going to be a total commitment, a total transformation. There is NO way I can do anything but succeed. This is my time and I am all in.
I am so excited. I’m going to be home in two days and I will take starting weight, starting pics and starting measurements the morning after I get back, and then again on Sunday the 21st, which will be sort of a truncated week 1. (I don’t want to make the same mistake I did in January, where I don’t get a true picture of how much weight I lost from day 1.)
This is going to work. I’m going to be a solid size 14 by the time we go to Ocean City and Martha’s Vineyard in mid-July, a solid size 12 by Halloween and the ½ marathon. I will be running a 12-minute mile and will be READY for it this time. I might not finish in 2.5 hours, but I will definitely be running the entire thing this time. I’m going to give it EVERYTHING I have.  


Friday, April 12, 2019

Sugar. I have to admit I have no business eating the stuff. I’m enjoying it during this trip to Italy, but it’s another major change I intend to make when we get back because it’s addictive and it leads to me sabotaging my efforts. Plus, the crash that follows any time I ingest it just isn’t worth it.
Today, we toured the Coloseum, the Imperial Forum and Palatine Hill. I had to get a cab home because my Achilles was hurting so bad. It’s very different from the last time we were here, when I had energy for days and was strong enough to take any set of stairs, any long walk, any challenge I faced without complaint or injury.
Maybe it’s because I’m older. Fair enough. But I know when I’ve melted off the extra 75 pounds I’m now carrying, I’m going to come back here and skip up the Spanish Steps with joy and without hesitation.

Early night tonight. Games for a bit and then we get to sleep in tomorrow and Sunday. And then Monday, we head home! I have to admit, I’m ready to return. We truly live in my favorite place on Earth.

Monday, April 8, 2019

Today, we all slept until nearly 1 pm so by the time we made it to the bridge that took us over toward the Spanish steps, we were all pretty hungry. The strange thing is that when I looked over the menu, I didn’t want to eat a whole big meal. I ordered a cappuccino and a cannoli and left it at that. We headed over the bridge and it started pouring raining. We started to freak out, but when we realized that the only way we were going to get a taxi was if we paid 3 times the normal going rate, we decided to suck it up and just walk. In the rain.
We had shopping on our agenda, and we managed to get to Chanel, Dolce & Gabbana, Prada and Gucci before the night was over and the stores closed. Last year, when we first got to LA, we went to many of those stores in Beverly Hills and I remember being so sad that I couldn’t comfortably wear or even try on any of the clothes they sold. That hasn’t changed – if anything I’m less likely to find something that fits me now – but I didn’t feel sad about it. I felt confident. I knew what I could buy – a bag, a wallet, even a couple pairs of shoes that I rejected because I didn’t like them rather than because they didn’t fit. Our last time in Italy, I could barely afford our meals out. We certainly couldn’t afford to shop in any of the stores, let alone the designer stores like the ones we visited today. 
Even more than that, today I knew with confidence that one day – one day soon – I would be able to not only afford anything I wanted in those stores, I would also be able to fit anything I wanted. I have my eye on a certain Dolce & Gabbana dress, and this time when I get back to size 10, I’m coming back for it.
I’m a little nervous about starting again when I get back. But mostly, I’m excited. I’m changing my schedule so I have more time at home each month, where I can get to the gym and do my Tony workouts and get my walk/runs in on the beach if I want to. I can do CrossFit and boxing and SoulCycle with my girls.  And I’ll have more people working for me so that my time is freed up to workout like I know I will have to in order to see the changes I want to see. My commitment is about to go up 300%, my commitment to cooking healthy food, being consistent with taking supplements, and working out like it’s my job. I’m going to take measurements and pictures, and I’m going to track my progress in inches, as well as pounds. I’m going to take before photos and then progress pictures on the 1st and 15th of every month.
I’m going to post to my Instagram fitness account every day:
Sunday Start – Weekly goals
Monday Motivation – Inspirational quote
Tuesday Tip – Weight loss tip of the week
Wednesday Workout – Workout ideas (playground workout, 40/30/20/10)
Throwback Thursday – Inspirational pic of me from my archives
Foodie Friday – Pick of my favorite meal from the week 
Scale Saturday – Weekly weigh in pic

This is gonna be SO good. This will keep me feeding the tribe and keep me motivated, plus it will be another way for me to chronicle my journey. OK, I’m going to come up with my weekly goals format. More tomorrow!

Sunday, April 7, 2019

Ten years ago today, in this very blog, I chronicled my journey to wellness – I went from 196 pounds to 161.5 pounds and from a size 16 to a size 10. At the end of the three month journey, I was running a ten-minute mile, leg pressing 500 pounds, and looked better than I had in years. I recreated myself at the end of 2008 but then proceeded to spend the next 15 months chasing the last ten pounds. I couldn’t even see how beautiful I had become. Couldn’t even stop to smell the roses and appreciate the joy of having achieved such a monumental goal, especially with three young children. Is it any wonder that when I had my son in March of 2011 and gained 75 pounds with that pregnancy, I found it impossible to rediscover my resolve to get in shape with the same fervor? All these years (ten to be exact), I’ve told myself that the reason why is that it shouldn’t have to be that hard, that I don’t want it to feel punitive, that I want my life to be filled with joy, not punishing workouts and deprivation diets.
After re-reading my blog, I had a huge aha moment. If I wanted what I had – the fitness, the strength, the swagger, the sassy confidence of knowing I was giving my all to my health and fitness journey every day of my life… I had to start giving my all to my health and fitness journey every day of my life. And I have NOT been doing that. I’ve been looking for shortcuts, quick fixes, easy answers. The truth is, that journey was HARD and it wasn’t fast. OK, it took me three months to lose the first 20 pounds, but it took me another SIX months to lose the second 15 pounds. And because of my inability to love myself, my inability to appreciate all my hard work and to see all the joy I was finding in being able to RUN HARD, how much I loved to eat healthy, how much I loved to push my body to the limit, I gained 75 pounds with my last pregnancy and am still holding on to every single pound. 
I’ve lost chunks of weight here and there – right after my son was born, I got down to 192 pounds, but I was so hard on myself because I misremembered what the first time was like. And so I gained it all back, plus another 20. Then we moved to Florida and I gained another 20 on top of that. In August of 2016, I followed the Ideal Protein plan to a tee and lost 45 pounds in 4 months. But I didn’t work out at ALL, and when the holidays came I started gaining back the weight and did NOT start exercising again to offset it at all. After our move to California, I gained all that weight back, and then another 10 for good measure. And after the fires in Malibu last November, I gained another 15 on top of that. In case your math isn’t as quick as it was in high school, that means I was topping out at 260 at the beginning of this year. No, that is not a typo. In January of this year, I was nearly 100 pounds above my all time May 2009 low of 161.5 pounds. 
I started trying to do my own version of the Ideal Protein plan I had done in November 2016 back in Florida, but the weight just wasn’t coming off. And I had been advised to start moving, too, which I had not been doing for months, maybe even years. In case you haven’t ever tried running or even walking with a hundred pound weight on your back, let me tell you – it’s HARD. And it often results in my back spasming, my achilles burning and aching, or any other number of debilitating aches and pains. Regardless, I soldiered on. But after the initial loss of about 7 pounds, the weight loss slowed to about ½ pound to a pound a week. It felt like it was going to take FOREVER at that rate. (And even if it wasn’t going to take forever, it would like take close to two years.) Plus, my support team was encouraging me to dig deeper than diets, to get off that roller coaster and figure out what really needed to change once and for all.
I went to see a holistic doctor a few weeks ago and she fairly quickly assessed me as suffering from chronic inflammation due to multiple sensitivities, such as gluten and dairy. (We are still waiting for the official test results to come back, but I think she’s right.) I also realized that the diets that had worked for me the best over the years – Tony D’s Dreambodies workout, Ideal Protein, Paleo, Whole 30 – worked specifically because they excluded any potentially inflammatory foods. Hmm. That was interesting. This is also what led me back to re-reading the Recreating Liimu blog, which is when I had my second epiphany: I actually thrive when I’m kicking my own ass with exercise or getting my ass kicked (or preferably both). Not only did I thrive, but I needed that in order to see the results I wanted.
It's time to call Tony D.
So, that is what had led us here. I’m in Italy now, enjoying 8 days with my children and husband. A very different experience from when we were here in 2010, let me tell you. In 2010, Glen and I walked all day every day, some days for as many as nine hours straight. With the extra weight I’m carrying, I’m lucky if I can eke out 4-5 miles without having to call a cab. I’m loving it, though, because every painful step is a reminder of who I am today and who I can become tomorrow. I’m so far from giving up, it’s almost scary. I am PUMPED to get started, to grab that future self by the hair and YANK her into my present moment. And this time, I fully intend to enjoy every glorious, uncomfortable, amazing, surprising, painful step of the journey. 
It’s time to recreate myself…again. And I’m not playing around this time. I’m not playing at all. I’m recreating. And that’s an entirely different thing.




Monday, September 24, 2012

I'm still here!!!

OK, I danced with the stupid sugar long enough. I have had it. (For today...I'm not making any sweeping statements anymore...)

Today was my first day of clean eating in a looooong time. I've decided to make the following changes to my diet:

  • No white sugar
  • No white flour
  • No processed foods
  • Avoid wheat (as much as possible)
So, today, I followed these guidelines, and I ran 3 miles and I also drank tons of water. Wonder of wonders, I was under my WW points and only 1400 calories, including a yummy banana baby for a snack. I think I might actually be on to something here.

Tomorrow, I plan to do some speedwork and then yoga. Keep the food clean and I should be able to really make some progress!

Monday, July 23, 2012

The INSANITY continues...


Ever had one of those days where nothing goes the way you've planned? Hmph - that was my Sunday. My Achilles was still hurting from last weekend's mud run. Add to that the fact that I was standing in line for five hours waiting to audition for the Voice. By Sunday, my Achilles was swollen and sore. My trainer (and everyone on the Internet) recommended I rest, but I tried to go out for my run, anyway. The day was beautiful, it wasa nice 78 degrees, sunny and clear.  Stlll, the Achilles didn't care how beautiful the day was. Running was not in the cards for me.

Instead, I thought I would take the girls to Sesame Place. At least then I'd get a lot of walking in. Twenty minutes into the ride, the road felt like it was opening up, and I smelled smoke. My tire had blown! What little shoulder there was was blocked with cones. Somehow, I made it to the shoulder safely and by God's grace was followed into the shoulder by a Turnpike official who helped us get towed to a Pep Boys nearby. By the time we got the tire fixed, it was nearly 5 pm. Too late to even bother.

Today was a new day. I'm happy to report that I did the week 2 Fit Test and improved on all seven of the exercises. It was a really good workout, and I"m glad I did it. Tomorrow, I'm trying for a double. Maybe even a little running. :)
I'll check in then.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

PMS...again already?

Isn't it amazing the way PMS creeps up on you? You would think after 29 years of experiencing it, I wouldn't be so surprised when it arrives. This month, I found myself freaking out about how much money we didn't have and dipping into the stash of frozen chocolate bars before i realized that this behavior wasn't entirely unfamiliar to me. In fact, it's a pattern that repeats pretty much monthly, the week before my period is due. This month, like every month, I started to have crazy anxiety about my finances and was convinced we were nearly destitute despite the fact that nothing has changed about our situation since last week. I started dipping into my frozen chocolate stash several times a day when just a week ago, I'd forgotten it was even there.

I have certainly tried all the tricks to remind myself it's coming and prepare myself - downloaded apps, marked it on every calendar I own, even set alarms. I've made progress - at least now I recognize it as it's coming on rather than in retrospect. Don't they say admitting you have a problem is the first step in solving it? Truth be told, it doesn't make it that much easier to endure. I thought I heard somewhere once that there have been women who have literally gotten away with murder by pleading temporary insanity. I certainly believe it. I am definitely a nut job that time of the month - well, much moreso than any other time of the month.

Whether or not awareness of the problem in itself is the solution, it is definitely making for a much smoother ride. I'm still working out - most days twice a day. This is helping my overall mental health immensely. I'm drinking lots of water and aside from the chocolate moments, I'm still eating healthy and the scale is still my friend. Overall, though I'm a little snappier with my family than I'd like to be, I'm in generally good spirits. I'm being gentle with myself and treating myself with tender loving care.

So, what about you? How do you manage that time of the month? Is PMS even an issue? If so, how do you handle it? Do you chart it? Use an app? Hole yourself up in a red tent? How do you manage without alienating yourself from your friends and family despite the havoc hormones can wreak in a relatively short period of time?