F R O M B R A D . . .
When you have 100 pounds of weight to lose, you notice certain changes in your body as you slowly become smaller. Lori found a collar bone. I rubbed a rib that I hadn’t rubbed in a long time. But there are real milestones that happen. This week in the shower, after almost a 40 pound loss, I have to admit I was overjoyed to look down and see the tip of what I can only describe as ‘my wife’s best friend’ peeking out from between my toes. That’s right, her loofah back scratcher. There it was on the tub floor where it usually resides. But this week I could see it without bending over.
By the way, if hemorrhoids are the result of eating healthy and exercising, I’m going back to the pleasant pudding pop turds of a grease-based and blithering alcoholic diet. I can’t help but notice they don’t mention anywhere on the directions what happens during the two minutes between application and the magical Preparation H Cooling Gel kicking in. Don’t get me wrong. Without it I would die. I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again – it’s Preparation H, not the shampoo, that should be called No More Tears.
I had a really good session with my therapist this week. I could tell because I was kind of pissy when I left. She challenged me on how I frame thoughts and attitudes and how they in turn effect how I do or do not do what I should do. That’s a lot of dos. That’s more dos to deal with than The Supremes on a six show night in Vegas. I’m so gay.
Apparently my “all or nothing” attitude towards things like food and booze combined with my focusing on “worst-case scenarios” is causing stress in my life and fogging up my rose-colored glasses when looking at things. I’m being sarcastic here. The take away is that if I was to try to re-frame my thoughts, I would see things differently as well as act differently, resulting in other people in my life acting differently. Here we go with a new “ME” project.
-Brad
-Ain’t got no scale in TO. It’s my Tulum.
F R O M L O R I . . .
It’s hard to type this because my arm is in a cast. I went to Edmonton trying to break a leg on stage and now I’ve fractured my arm patting myself on the back for putting me and my health first all week!
Last night when my husband asked me how the road trip went, I told him I had packed a bag of healthy food. I felt so validated when he said, “I remember eating on the road. It was so hard to eat healthy.” Amen.
And it is! You leave town with your comedian buddies. Stop at Starbucks. Ooh, I want a skinny vanilla latte. But wait. That’s 120 calories. By the end of the late show, I am going to have been up about 18 hours. I can’t waste 120 calories on coffee. So I get coffee with milk and sweetener instead. No breakfast sandwich or muffin. I have a protein bar in the car.
I have my chicken and crackers in my hotel room before the shows. Every time I go from my room to Yuk Yuks, I have to walk through the casino and past the restaurant which wafts out the tantalizing smells of burgers, onion rings and fries. I constantly have a string of drool on my chin. Between shows I go to my room and have a piece of beef jerky and 9 almonds. I brought precisely 6 ounces of vodka with me so I could have 3 drinks per night. I mix it with my Slim juice and in a couple of hours realize that 3 ounces over the course of 5-6 hours really does nothing in terms of giving a pleasant buzz. I remember that the next night and scrap the vodka entirely.
After the late show is the toughest. It’s 12:30 am. I’ve been up a long time. My resolve has been eroded by time and distractions. The first night I order a bowl of soup and the second, a green salad with chicken. My friends, and there is no judgement or complaint here at all, order a burger and a clubhouse sandwich. There are fries and onion rings mere inches away from me. Marcus and Donovan are lucky they still have all their limbs. They could be missing a hand or torso had I lost my mind and given in to the grease cravings.
On the drive home, one of them asks if we can stop at the Donut Mill in Red Deer. Have you been? I’ve had one donut there in my entire life and its memory still makes me salivate. Something about them using real whipped cream as filling. I go in because I have to pee then stand there waiting for my buddies. Temptation waves itself in my face. “Just get a donut hole! You’ve earned it.” Fuck off, brain. I’ve earned something, yes, but it’s not toss fried fat and sugar down my gullet and revisit an old bad pattern. So I handle myself by saying, “I’ll wait in the car,” and I go out and assemble a ‘rewarding’ lunch for myself. 1/2 a protein bar, some light Laughing Cow cheese and those 9 flippin’ almonds again.
I’m not telling you this to say, “Oh, woe is me. Life is soooo hard.” My life is excellent. This weight loss road is work. I like work. Writing it down like this helps me see in black and white that what I accomplished all weekend is worthy of a pat on the back. It took planning, effort, will power and resolve to stay on track. I navigated through a lot of very tempting situations.
On another topic (sort of), I was on TV Sunday night doing comedy. The set was taped last April before any weight loss. I was apprehensive to watch myself. I wondered if I would be embarrassed or think less of Lori last April because she was bigger. It’s an ugly thought but an honest one. I watched a couple of minutes this morning. You know something? I like last-April Lori… which makes a lot of sense because she’s the same person as Lori today, just with a slightly smaller wrapper.
Here’s to self love, sweet thangs!
Love,
Lori
Pounds lost this week: 2
Total pounds lost: 47.2