Friday, September 28, 2012

Crunching Some Knowledge Into A Lasting Change Sandwich


I cannot believe how much I learned about stress management this week.  I am not sure where to begin as there was an overwhelming amount of extremely interesting information and all of it applies to me.  There are several aspects of my life that I am trying to fix that this week's information directly pertains to.
 
Depression
I have trouble feeling pleasure or having energy.  It is not as if I do not try really hard to have fun.  When food does not taste as good, I eat more of it to compensate. When I feel like I am not having enough fun, I will shirk some of my responsibilities in an effort to have more fun. None of this works, by the way, because just trying harder to be happy will not work if long periods of stress affect how your body transmits dopamine. The world did not change and become less fun, nor did I become accustomed to sensations and grow bored.  Instead, I changed, probably as a result of stress.
 
Weight and Cardiac Care
While we were watching National Geographic's Stress: Portrait of a Killer, they displayed stressed-out wildlife creatures such as African baboons who suffered from central obesity. While I do carry a lot of my weight in my face and limbs, the majority of my weight is on my belly. Before this class, I already knew that stress hormones such as cortisol affected this type of fat in a dangerous way, but I didn't know how the stress hormones damage DNA, blood vessels, and shrank cells in the hippocampus. I also did not even know where the adrenal gland was located.  I find it interesting that it is near where I am the fattest.
 
Healing with Stress Management
I never had a lot of faith in stress management, mostly because I felt the effects weren't lasting.  After my relaxation tapes or talking with friends, I'd feel better but only for a short time. Medication has not helped. Exercise helps, but it is my most difficult habit to keep. However, I have tried cognitive behavioral therapy, which has helped me learn not to overreact. Since I did not keep faith in other remedies, I have not tried them in years.  I plan to put the following measures in place:
 
  • Treating people with kindness and respect
  • Be generous
  • Progressive Muscle Relaxation Tapes (Twice a day)
  • Yoga
  • Speak up when others are mistreating me, especially those who are higher ranking.
  • Walk 30 minutes a day.
 
These are a lot of changes, but fortunately I already started walking 30 minutes a day this week, so next week I will try relaxation tapes/videos. The week after I will see if I can add Power Yoga twice a week. Everything else I will just have to work on when I can.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Help I'm Fat and It's Hot

Since conceiving the sandwich (you know, by making it myself and then shoving it in my mouth and swallowing it), none of my clothes fit. I have maybe five shirts I can wear, two pairs of very tight pants, one knee length skirt, one ankle length skirt, and one dress that I can wear under a shirt.

It's basically just grab whatever is clean (or not disgusting, let's be honest) and yanking my body into it.

Today that choice was too tight pants and a sweater, which should have been fine as it's been super cold the last few weeks.

Oh bleh, it's warm today. It's 80!

And I'm convinced I'm fatter than I've ever been but I don't have a scale so I'm not sure.

My clothes are tight and heavy and I feel like a sofa.

I rarely have fat days because I dress for comfort and style and I like my appearance, but nothing is worse than having pants and sweater stick to you. I feel like my excess flesh is pressing against my actual skin, waiting to escape.

This isn't just whining, either. According to this article my too tight pants are compressing my nerves. Is that so bad though, because I feel like I'm going to explode out of what I'm wearing and maybe nerve compression will be so bad that it will kill that feeling? Yes? No?

Edit: Okay I went to go take a chill pill and realized it's 60% humidity, so it's probably not just my clothes and my fatness that's making me feel uncomfortable.  Bleh. Bleh! Feels better to blame the weather. DAAAAAAMN YOOOOOU WEATHAAAH.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Am I Actually Pregnant With A Stress Baby Instead of a Food Baby?


Instead of being "with sandwich" did I actually "gain the weight of the world?" Looking at the photo from Week 1, while there is a significant amount of fat that has distributed itself all over, it is still obvious that my belly has gained the majority of the weight, isn't it?  This is A BIG DEAL.
 
Why is this a big deal? There is so much stuff going on around the belly.  All of the following organs are situated around here:
 
*Stomach - responsible for digestion
*Intestines - responsible for, among many things, poop!
*Pancreas - metabolizing carbohydrates just for me <3
*Reproductive organs - telling me I'm not pregnant since 1993.
*Adrenal gland - responsible for stress response
 
Fat around the center is fat that behaves differently than fat on my arms, face, or thighs.  This fat is oozing with stress hormones.  I used to shrug at this because I didn't know what that meant, but those stress hormones are causing all kinds of disease, shrinking brain cells, and even causing damage to my DNA, shortening my lifespan, ability to learn,  ability to think, ability to remember, ability to feel pleasure, and how good I feel while I'm living.  D'oh!
 
Having stress fat living around all those important major organs means they're in danger, girl.  And once these organs are affected, they in turn affect other organs until my whole body is a mess!  The stress hormones also eat at my arteries and veins, creating little pits where fat plaque can create fun little blockages.  Good times!
 
So now that I know I'm carrying a stress baby, that means it's stress I need to abort from my belly ... not food!
 
That means I can stay "with sandwich" and possibly be a healthy girl at the same time!  This is very good news for the future of my pancreas:


 
Yay!

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Week 1 Update


Okay, let's do this! I'm ready! Let's abort this erm ... I mean lose some weight! Woo!

Today is: September 25, 2012
How far along: 1 Day.  The cool thing about making a lifestyle change instead of being pregnant with a real baby is that I don't have to do some crazy math or get an ultrasound to see how many sandwiches I've eaten. I know when I'm starting and that in the past I have not kept track of sandwiches I ate.  That is how we got here!
Total weight gain: 47-71.5 lbs, according to my mom's scale on Saturday.  I do not currently own a working scale.
It is hard pinpointing down a goal weight.  Goal weights are a tricky thing. Someone with a small body frame at my height would indeed be obese at 170 lbs, but for someone with a large frame like me 170 lbs is only slightly overweight. 113 would be a healthy weight for someone who is my height, but with someone with my frame it would be considered underweight.  My ideal weight is 147.5, but I'd also be fine with 170 lbs as a goal weight.
Sandwich I ate today: All natural peanut butter on whole wheat with grape jam.  This will probably be a daily thing.
What's going on with the food baby: Food baby kept me from buying a really great pair of corduroy teal skinny jeans at Old Navy, and is affecting my sciatic nerve.
What's going on with the mama: Am ready to stop laying around on the couch feeling sorry for myself because of my food baby.  I'm ready to celebrate my food baby and take her out on the town with some walking and dancing.
Baby is: unmeasured ... I'll get to that soon. :-)
Sleep: I have been staying up too late fighting with my boyfriend over stupid things.  Also, the cat has been jumping on my head a lot.  Waking up early on Tuesday didn't happen last week, so hopefully I can get myself together this week so I have energy to do all I need to do.
Movement: I've been trying to take small walks here and there but nothing sweat breaking.  I've been getting over a cold and am ready to do a little more this week.
Cravings/Aversions: I tried eating a Twinkie Wiener Sandwich (Twinkie, Hot Dog, Cheez Whiz) and almost threw up it was so gross.
Symptoms:
- Crying jags.
- My fingers get swollen after eating fries.
- Can't fit into pants.
- Sciatica.
- Have to go to the bathroom all the time.
The best moment(s) of this past week:
- Grades. My professor finally graded my blog on healthcare and I got 100%.
- Organizing all my books by color.  It's all rainbowy up in this hizzy.
- Date night with the manguy.
- Spending the night with my mom eating cheesecake and having deep conversations.
I'm looking forward to:
- My student loan funds!  Come on guys, I'm broke because I had to pay out of pocket for books!
- Spending time with a certain someone who shall remain secret!
- Finding a new church in my neighborhood.  I'm scared to meet new people but I can't just keep going to Glen Burnie (where I used to live) for everything!
- My next weigh in!
- Finding a dress for Jeremy's wedding that celebrates my new figure, food baby and all!

Monday, September 24, 2012

About With Sandwich


I thought of many names for this blog.

I didn't know I was fat!
You didn't know I wasn't pregnant!
How Many Cameras Are On Me?

I couldn't choose.  It's not a pregnancy blog, it's not a celebration of being fat, yet it's not a fitness blog either.  It's just a blog documenting where I am, right now.

Let me say this right now though:  I love pregnancy blogs.  I love watching the changing belly, the changing symptoms, how the cells are starting to form a fetus-like thing that has the potential to be a person. And then I laugh and laugh when their little angel vomits on their face and keeps them up all night crying, and then marvel at how smart they are and their neat little personalities.

I also love fitness blogs.  I love new ideas for healthy food, new ways to enjoy fitness, and seeing before and after photos.

But I am not pregnant. I never will be pregnant, so no pregnancy blog.

However, I am fat.  I'm not morbidly obese, but I've been eating all I want, when I want, and it is more than I want.  My mouth is satisfied, but my digestive track is screaming at me to stop.

I DO NOT LIKE NOT FEELING GOOD. IT IS NOT POSITIVE OR LIFE AFFIRMING TO EAT A THREE COURSE MEAL IN TWENTY-MINUTES AND HAVE HEARTBURN FOR TWO DAYS. >:(

So, I am fat, but I do not hate myself for it. Our bodies are not here solely for others' amusement. Our bodies are capable of amazing feats of strength, carrying us around for whatever amount of years we are lucky enough to spend on Earth.

I want to feel good while I'm here!  I want to celebrate where I am, no matter where it is, like the miracle it is.

I am currently not with child.  I am With Sandwich!  I will do weekly updates, photos, the whole bit.

Let's go!