Steps Forward, Steps Back

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Had pizza and cookie again last night.  Gained .02 lbs. Buh.

But I went to the gym this morning and climbed exactly a thousand stairs exactly in 30 minutes.  I’m still not going to beat myself up about the pizza.  This is my process.  I am trying.

It’s interesting that the stair machine didn’t hurt my back, and I sweat like crazy, and my heart rate was in the 150s most of the 30 minutes I was at the gym but it didn’t feel hard.  I think the stair machine is going to make its way into my gym routine.  I burned more calories and exercised my heart more than just the treadmill walking, and stairs felt better on my back and hips.  Huh.  Who knew?  Probably lots of trainers and chiropractors.  But it’s news to me.

Yesterday when I got to work I felt like I wanted a little something sweet.  There happened to be cookies in the break room, as there is almost always something open to eat in the break room.  I thought, oh, this is great, I’ll just have one, since they’re sweet, but not a kind of cookie I actually like very much.  And it’s true: I did have only one cookie.

But instead of nipping my craving in the bud, I think it just whetted my appetite for more sweets.

For the rest of the day I had a piece of chocolate here, a chocolate covered almond there. I logged every bite on MFP calorie counter, and they were within my caloric allotment for the day.  But I wonder, did those indulgences fuel my pizza and cookie binge later in the day?  That pizza and cookie sure as shit weren’t within my allowed calories–I didn’t even bother logging them.

I still think there is some emotional or mental component to why I got the pizza that I’m not completely clear on.  I wasn’t very hungry, I just wanted to eat it because it tasted good.  I also wanted to stay up and watch some tv before I went to bed, another habit I’m trying to break.  It’s not that it’s not good for me, it’s just that when I watch tv I tend to want to snack.

I talked to my therapist about all this last week, and she recommended I make a list of things I can do for self care to replace the habit of self care with pizza.

Things to Do that Feel Good Instead of Eating Pizza at 11 PM 

  1. take an epsom salt bath
  2. eat some fruit
  3. jerk off
  4. do some yoga
  5. read a comic book
  6. post a blog entry about wanting, but not eating, pizza and cookie

That last one isn’t necessarily something that “feels good,” but it will keep me on the righteous path. Also, my therapist recommended I not stop eating pizza altogether, as it seems like a sure fire way to eat more pizza.  Instead of telling myself I can’t have pizza ever again, she recommends I tell myself I just can’t have pizza after work.  And I do like the idea of having it earlier in the day, on say my weekend, as a treat.  But even then I’ll have to make sure to expend more calories at the gym to burn off the pizza.  Oh pizza, you old troublemaker.

Wish me luck tonight!

XOE

 

A List of Things I Hate About Being Fat

Got pizza and a cookie last night because I had a thousand calorie deficit at the end of my work day so when I weighted myself this morning I was up a half pound.  Cool.

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I wonder if I will someday learn my lesson.  Or if this is it for me.  Just being a fat guy.  My biological father is a fat guy. Most white American dudes are fat guys.  Do I want to be most American white guys?  Nope.  OK.  Time for a pep talk:

SUCK IT UP SHITHEAD. THIS IS THE PROCESS.  STOP FUCKING AROUND AND STOP EATING PIZZA, DICK FOR BRAINS.

Ok. I feel better.  The lesson?  I can’t eat pizza and cookies and lose weight.  Fuck.  I’ve known that all along.  Welp, guess I really do have dick for brains.  Doesn’t mean I have to stay fat.  Tons of hot guys have dick for brains.  So Imma keep trying.

I went to the gym this morning, and I intend on eating my sammie and salad for my meals today, and having fruit, not pizza, when I come home.  The main reason I’ve failed in the past is because I’ve given up.  So this time I’m not giving up.  YOU HEAR ME PIZZA?!  I’M NOT QUITTING!

Let’s refocus by listing all the shitty things about being fat:

  1. My double chin touches my neck when I look down.
  2. The ingrown hair follicle on my inner thigh that is irritated because of the fat that pushes it against my other fat thigh and that I have to put a hot press on it at night because that shit hurts all day.
  3. I don’t look good in the mirror anymore.  I look like a short fat guy because I am a short fat guy.
  4. I snore. I didn’t used to.
  5. I can’t run. I mean, I can, for like a block and it’s painful.  I used to love running.
  6. When I bend over my belly touches my leg way before it used to. I kinda have to shift my fat to the side of my leg to reach the ground. Gross.
  7. My work shirts come unbuttoned because my fat is constantly trying to come out.
  8. I have to tuck in my shirts because if I leave them untucked I look super fat.  But tucked in makes me look like an assistant manager for a Gurnee Mills Outlet.
  9. I have persistent back/hip/knee/shin pain that I didn’t have when I wasn’t fat.
  10. I have high cholesterol that you’ve read me bitch about before.
  11. None of my sexy clothes fit, and I refuse to buy clothes now because I don’t like how I look in anything so getting dressed to leave the apartment sucks.  I have my fat guy shorts, and my fat guy pants, and a couple fat guy shirts.  I look like a suburban dad because I don’t deserve nice things until I lose some weight.
  12. When I stay in, I wear huge house shorts and no shirt.  I used to love being shirtless, but now when I’m shirtless my belly is starting to do the fat guy hang down thing.  It’s a mini hang down, but christ, that’s a lot of fat.  It’s like an episode of Cops in my studio.

That’s a good list.  I feel refocused.

XOE

Head Games

This morning’s weigh-in:

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Last post I wrote a little about how my mental state plays into the choices I make when it comes to food.  Let’s pull that notion apart a little.  THIS IS GONNA BE A BLAST.

It usually follows the same pattern: some negative emotion arises (for example, boredom, anxiousness, and sadness are my top repeat offenders, in order of most common) and the way I most commonly try to dissipate those emotions is with a routine.  The repetition is like a reassuring hug, it tells me, “you are in control.  Everything is going to be ok.  Everything is ok.”  Pizza after work soothes me.  A cookie after pizza soothes me.  It took me a long time to figure this out.  It took me gaining 50 lbs to look at my food habits and try to discern why I do what I do.

I always felt like I didn’t understand people who used food for comfort, but I thought that without spending any time investigating my own relationship with food. Let’s look at a case study from yesterday.  What a lucky boy I am that I fucked up my food habit that recently!

Yesterday I had a migraine, first in my life.  I went home from work with it after asking my boss if he had ever had a headache that messed with his vision.  It felt like I had new glasses, my perspective was all distorted, and I had this weird numbness traveling down my arm, up my neck & into my face.  That’s happened to me before; usually it coincides with a panic attack.  But this time it felt different.  Thankfully my boss let me go.

I was dog tired, despite having had a good night’s sleep the night before.  As soon as I got home I crawled into bed.  I slept for three hours straight.  When I woke up, I had my good lunch in the fridge that I didn’t eat at work–my salad I have every day.  But I was feeling weird and worried and still had a wee headache I was afraid was going to turn into something worse.  I was feeling anxious.  How do I solve that?  Repetition.  I self-soothe with food.  So I went to Whole Foods and bought a veggie sandwich.  Not bad, right? Yeah, not bad.

But I also bought a box of ice cream bars and ate the whole damn thing that night.

FUCK.

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But still, I went to the gym in the morning, and so the damage done by the ice cream wasn’t as bad as it could have been.  I fucked up with the ice cream, no doubt.  But I still went to the gym and I chose Whole Foods over pizza spot.  So I am making better choices.   I’m still in process.  I’m still changing my habits.  This is what the middle looks like between the rewarding before and after comparisons.

So how will I try to change this well worn habit of self-soothing with food?

I don’t know.

I could say I will replace my garbage food with healthy food, but that feels too vague to be effective.  I’ll still try it, though.  I think it’s all part of the process.  I think I have to talk to my therapist about this.  (She’s the appointment I have every Wednesday morning that I skip the gym for.  She’s been my therapist for almost ten years.  She’s awesome.  If you have the means, I highly suggest you find a therapist that works for you, and stick with them.)

I think I’ll have to replace the food with something I find just as comforting.  Maybe an activity. Meditation?  It helps me to calm down, but I can’t say I love it.  What I do love, surprisingly?  Going to the gym.  It’s only been a couple weeks and already I look forward to my time there. I don’t think I would have enjoyed it post-migrane, but who knows?  Maybe I’m wrong.  For now, I’m going to try using meditation and walks (at the Lake or at the gym) instead of food to comfort myself.  I’ll let you know how it goes, and what my therapist says about all this.

I know I’m getting better at noticing when I’m eating out of boredom, though.  And I’m better at noticing when I think I’m hungry but really I’m thirsty.  So there are victories here, imbedded in the setbacks.

XOE

Fats and Stats

So, I’ve been fat for about a year and a half.*

How fat?  Well, here’s some big numbers to consider:

I’m 5′ 4″, and I weigh…

193.8 lbs. Fuck.  That’s the fattest I’ve ever been.  You’ll get the history of my weight in another post.  for now, let’s just talk stats & how I get them.

I have the Weight Gurus Bluetooth scale that you can find here.  I find the scale, after a brief set-up process, to be very user friendly.  You just link the scale to your phone and stand on it (the scale not the phone, dum-dum).  It calculates your BMI, and body composition percentage in four other key areas: % of bone, muscle, water, and fat.  My numbers are:

BMI: 33.3
Muscle Mass %: 33.2
Body Fat %: 31.7

I’m not logging water and bone here because I’m not trying to bore you to pieces.  I have those numbers logged if I want to consult them as I learn more about their importance in weight loss.  For now, let’s stick to the basics.

So what’s the goal? Well, as a trans person, that’s a little tricky.  Because although I have the primary sex characteristics of a man (facial hair, deeper-than-most-ladies voice, receding hairline [BUT STILL A HEALTHY AMOUNT OF HAIR UP TOP GODDAMNIT]) due to the testosterone I inject weekly, I do still have that pesky estrogen encouraging my body to store fat in a cis-lady way.  Physiologically it’s confusing.  Just because I take T shots my body doesn’t automatically become biologically male.  (Let’s not say that in front of the Bible thumpers, they wouldn’t understand & are easily confused.) For example, I can build muscle like a man but hang on to fat like I need to prepare to feed a baby with it.

The bottom line?

Sometimes, guys, we need to acknowledge we were women to become men.

So I won’t have the health goals of a cis-guy my age and height.  I will have the health goals for my body exactly, because I can remember being fit and healthy just about two years ago.  If you need a get skinnier goal for yourself, but have been fat for a long time, ask your doctor.  I REPEAT: ASK YOUR DOCTOR WHEN CONSIDERING A CHANGE IN DIET AND/OR EXERCISE.  Also, make sure your doctor gets trans stuff.  For example, when I went to my doctor and asked her what amount of calories I should be consuming to lose weight, she quoted me an amount for a cis-woman my height.  Because that’s how my body uses and stores those calories, like a cis-woman.

So here’s my initial goals**:

Weight: 140 lbs

That’s it. My only goal. I have a scale.  So I can track weight honestly. I know what my adult body looks like at 140.  It’s a weight I feel good in my clothes in.  It’s a weight that puts me back into my 32″ Levis. It’s the weight that turned heads at my 20 year high school reunion. Fuck, I have such a sharp suit in my closet that I look dead sexy in but now only my arms fit in the leg holes. Christ.

Also, I don’t want to over complicate things this early in the game.  With no encouraging results yet I’m hanging on by a thread here.  This early it’s all salads this and elliptical machine that and ugh.  Gross.  I just want to lay on the couch and watch UnReal and eat popsicles.  But that’s how I got here and here is so fat I have to lean forward to read my scale to see around the fat.

So let’s change some bad habits, shall we?

XOE


*This post originally started at a year, but I’ve been procrastinating writing this post/working on this blog/not shoving pizza in my face.  I wanted to tell you that so maybe you don’t beat yourself up too much if you’ve procrastinated too.
**I am not a doctor, and my plan is for my body specifically.  These are not suggestions for you, dear reader, to follow.  My only suggestion for you, if you want to embark on a weight loss journey of your own, is to first stop talk to your doctor.