23
January
2008

My “next” post, err uhm this post, was supposed to be about my current motivation for losing weight. I’ll get to that later. I’m irritated today. I’m irritated by the plethora of misleading, erroneous, and sometimes harmful information I keep reading online. Some of this disinformation is being passed around by self proclaimed experts. Of which I am one. I am an expert at cutting through the bullshit. It’s the Scorpio in me.

I was going to write up an “about this blog” sort of page. This will be a rough, probably too bitchy first draft. In case you missed it, the title of this blog is “Deconstructing the Meme”.

First, my definitions:

deconstructing: Breaking down, taking apart, getting to the core.

meme: Ideas spread from one person to another; commonly held beliefs, or bullshit that many accept as fact.

Here are some “official” definitions. I particularly like the one for meme:

de·con·struct (dē’kən-strŭkt’) tr.v. de·con·struct·ed, de·con·struct·ing, de·con·structs
1. To break down into components; dismantle.
2. To write about or analyze (a literary text, for example), following the tenets of deconstruction.

meme philosophy
/meem/ [By analogy with “gene”] Richard Dawkins’s term for an idea considered as a replicator, especially with the connotation that memes parasitise people into propagating them much as viruses do.

Memes can be considered the unit of cultural evolution. Ideas can evolve in a way analogous to biological evolution. Some ideas survive better than others; ideas can mutate through, for example, misunderstandings; and two ideas can recombine to produce a new idea involving elements of each parent idea.

The term is used especially in the phrase “meme complex” denoting a group of mutually supporting memes that form an organised belief system, such as a religion. However, “meme” is often misused to mean “meme complex”.

Use of the term connotes acceptance of the idea that in humans (and presumably other tool- and language-using sophonts) cultural evolution by selection of adaptive ideas has become more important than biological evolution by selection of hereditary traits. Hackers find this idea congenial for tolerably obvious reasons.

OK. Now for the rant…..

Over the past two days I’ve seen discussions online regarding weight, diet, nutrition, and fitness that are infected by parasitic, harmful memes, i.e. bullshit).

First there was a question asked on a fitness forum about whether or not the person should do yoga more than once a week. The poster was concerned by the fact that after three weeks, which means three sessions, they could not get into some of the asanas.

Of course, as is far too typical, a yoga hater immediately jumped in with a snide comment all but outright stating that the question was stupid. They told poster to do something more useful - without stating what that more useful thing might be, much less why yoga was not a good idea.

The “expert” stated, “trust me, I do this for a living”, and then proceeded later in the thread to tell the poster to buy a book on weight training. I own that particular book and it is a good one. However, the program in the book does not address flexibility training aside from a few pre-workout stretches and a later heads up to yoga’s potential benefits.

The poster wasn’t asking about weight training, they were asking about flexibility! And, anyone who “does this for a living” should know that full range of motion, flexibility that is, is required for safe, effective weight training.

The funny thing was, some of the workouts in the recommended book “The New Rules of Lifting for Women”, include the yoga asanas cobra and plank. And, it’s not the first popular workout to include yoga asanas. They just don’t call it yoga. And it’s a good thing they don’t call it that because yoga is more than asanas, or the poses.

What irritated me was that the so called “expert” was snide and put the questioner on the defensive. For what reason? Because they asked about yoga specifically? And how much does the “professional” actually know about yoga other than it’s for girls who are afraid to get “bulky” and gay men?

All the trainer succeeded in doing was making the poster feel stupid. He does that for a living? Good for him. I hear karma’s a bitch.

There is a large contention of bodybuilder/strength trainer yoga haters. Yes, there are certainly risks involved in yoga, especially these days when you can get a mail order cert no better than the online certs many Golds Gym trainers have. From what I’ve seen, none of these yoga haters are aware of how a safe yoga practice can enhance the effectiveness and safety of a weight training program. More on that in another post on my list of things to do!

Then there was another discussion that Billy was a part of where the people involved in the discussion were basically disciples of the blog author and strict followers of the very low carb lifestyle craze. The discussion was a perfect example of a meme. Some, not all, people, get this idea into their head, find a diet change or lifestyle change that worked for them and assume because that one thing worked it is the one and only gospel truth for all; fact. Anyone who does not follow scripture, in this case Billy, is a heretic doomed to failure. People become blinded by their beliefs.

In that particular discussion, many were basically giving up personal power and self control; believing that it’s carbs that make them eat too much and/or gain weight. Carbs and carbs alone. Yes, too many carbs can do that to some degree or not, depending on your particular metabolism. It’s an individual thing. True for some. Untrue for others. That’s just the way life is.

Yet, according the some of those folks, making the personal choice of whether or not to eat carbs plays no role in weight loss maintenance - at least according to low carb scripture anyway. They are seemingly giving all their personal power and ability choose what to eat over to carbs and maybe food marketers.

Uhm, excuse me but please do not pass the Kool-aid, even if it is sugar free and will earn me a free pass to hang out with the 72 virgins.

3. kool aid

“…The term was popularly referenced in the 1993 film, “The War Room” by George Stephonopolous when he states, “I’m afraid we’re all going to have to drink Kool-Aid.”

The term references the Jonestown massacre in 1978 when all of its inhabitants were directed to ingest cyanide-laced Kool-Aid. “

And then there was this.

I don’t have the steam left to type all that is wrong with the discussion in that thread. It was in the top results of a Google search for “why do I keep gaining back weight”. There is just too much in that thread to pick apart. The kicker was the last person who said:

“A lot of the advice being given here is good, but a lot of it is, really, really bad. In particular, the line of thinking which says to “exercise, and eat when you are hungry” almost certainly will not work for you. Fortunately, I can tell you why it won’t work and what you can do to end your cycle.

This is how your body works (you may already know this part, so I apologize if this basic explanation is unnecessary for you): when you take in more calories than you burn over time, you gain weight. When you burn more calories than you take in, you lose weight. One pound of fat is equivalent to 2500 calories, so if you take in 2500 calories more than you burn over the course of a week, you will gain precisely one poind of weight.”

Uhm, not quite. It’s actually 3500 calories in a pound, but eh who’s counting? It only gets worse from there. I guess I should be laughing but jeez, who knows how many people will read that top Google result and try to make healthy lifestyle choices based on it?

And that, in a nutshell, is my issue today. People are not being helped. People are making efforts to get themselves healthy and you’ve got idiots all over the place spewing bullshit and that bullshit gets #6 in a Google search. I mean even my own doctor spewed bullshit at me. She didn’t do it intentionally. She did it because there is this meme that has infected far too many of us. The meme is that fat people just eat too much.

I was fat. I ate too many calories and yes, that’s how I got fat no doubt. Eating too many calories was NOT the reason I couldn’t lose the weight. In fact, I was eating too few. My weight loss stalled and I was told by a medical doctor to eat less, which in the end made it even more difficult for me to lose weight. She didn’t even believe me when I told her how much I worked out - 90 minutes a day at the time. She just told me to eat less.

So, my aim here in this blog, is to expose many commonly held ideas for what they are; bullshit.


15
January
2008

In March 2006 I weighed in at 213.6 lbs. I don’t remember having any motivation for wanting to lose, other than, “I don’t want to be this fat”. I lost about 15lbs. I was no longer “that” fat and hit a brick wall. I kept going, banging my head against “The Great You Will Never Lose Weight. Ever!” wall. Two years later, I’m no longer banging, I’m climbing.

How many times have I started a “diet”? Probably something like 100 times I’m guessing. How many times have I lost some weight and then became complacent? Aside from my very first attempt when I lost and then got pregnant, I’ve stuck with it until the end once - not counting this time because this time there is no end. This is how I live. This is me. This is who I am.

Why so many failed attempts? What’s the difference between failures and success? I believe it was the differences in motivation.

Ordinarily, my motivation for being a “diet” is to lose weight so that I would look better, feel more confident. Like myself. Who did I want to look better for? Was it me or was it for other people? I mean I really don’t have to look at myself all that often. So, if I looked good to others then I could finally like myself, feel better about me? Sound reasonable?

Let’s be honest here, I wanted to look better so that men would be attracted to me. Funny because when they ogle rudely or make comments I’m offended. Once someone told me I was attractive and my response was, “Yeah, so, what’s that mean? You wanna do me?” Poor guy. It was sometime after that I gained this last round of weight. So, how motivating was being attractive to me? Not so apparently. Go figure.

My last successful attempt to lose weight came after I’d knocked my 3 year old over in the snow accidentally with my huge ass. Well, that didn’t get me going, but it sure helped. And it wasn’t because I didn’t want to hurt my child. It was because I didn’t want to feel guilty for hurting my child. There’s a subtle or, well, not so subtle difference there.

Sometime shortly after knocking my daughter over, face down in the snow (ugh), I was watching a surveillance video from one of the stores my ex and I owned. A fat girl walked by. I felt sorry for her, I could certainly sympathize. I knew exactly where she was emotionally and mentally. I wanted to help her. I wanted to show her compassion, to show her that someone cared for her despite her weight. I didn’t want her to feel the hurt I knew she was feeling. I wanted to be her friend.

A few seconds later I realized that person I was looking at was me! I’m mean really me! It was me on the video but I didn’t even recognize myself! It was truly a surreal experience. I think it was then that it became clear to me that I’d knocked my daughter over because I didn’t realize how large I really was.

So, in attempt to heal myself, to take care of my emotional and mental health, I signed up at Weight Watchers. I wasn’t there to get myself looking “hot” or get my butt into skinny jeans.

One of the things my leader talked about often was motivation. She always preached about proper motivation. Fitting into a dress for an upcoming event is not a good long term motivator. What happens when that date passes? What happens if your loss slows and you realize you won’t make it into that dress?

Are you losing weight to please others? If so, don’t bother. Even though I’d lost 72lbs my ex never gave me a single compliment. Never. Of course he never criticized my weight either, and so, I’m thankful for that.

At one time my mother tired to motivate me to lose. She tried to bribe me with money for a new wardrobe. She tried to scare me by suggesting that my (now) ex would leave me for someone more attractive. Funny, because he ended up leaving for someone less attractive!

I’ve found that motivation needs to come from within. From deep down inside. It needs to be based on things that are core to who I am. It has to be based on what I want for myself, for reasons that mean something to me.

Lasting motivation does not exist outside of ourselves. Who really cares enough about a dress you’ll hate in a year, or a one day event you won’t remember, to do the hard work it takes to lose weight. Do the benefits, the dress, a party, outweigh the costs?

How can one be motivated to want to make the life changes required to please someone who only loves you if you look good to them? Do you really want to even be with that person? If so, ask yourself why. Should you be with that person?

Up next, my motivation for this attempt.


9
January
2008

I love Weight Watcher’s new commercials. It’s true, diets, as the term is understood by the vast majority - 1200-1400 calories a day, don’t work.

I lost 72lbs doing Weight Watchers back in the 90s. Yup. It certainly worked for me. I was eating a very high processed carb diet and averaging just under - 2lbs a week. Not bad!!

How that happened I really don’t know. I did a lot of cardio - I fairly quickly worked up from barely able to do 10 minutes to 60 minutes a day, 7 days a week and wanting to kill someone if I missed my “workout”.

My staple daily foods were a full bag of “lite” microwave popcorn a day, 3 servings of multi-(processed so they don’t count) “grain” Cheerios, 2 bananas, 4 oz of some sort of meat protein - mostly chicken, pork, beef, broccoli or canned veggies, skim milk, and margarine for fat. On Fridays I might have a slice or two of pizza and two margaritas.

In other words, I ate something like 90% garbage. And I still lost weight. At a fairly good clip. How? How how how? I suppose it had to do with my age, I was in my mid-late twenties. I suppose at that time my metabolism wasn’t as screwed up as it was the last time I tried Weight Watchers nearly two years ago.

Last night I came across my Weight Watchers point tracker. I decided to figure out how many points I typically eat. I should preface though that back when I started in March of 2006 I weighed 213.6lbs. I was allowed to eat 26 points a day plus an extra 35 a week. I have my food logs. Typically that 26 points worked out to be 1300 calories. Over the 8 weeks I have logged I consumed a total of 65 extra points for 3250 calories. So on average, doing Weight Watchers I was consuming about 1360 calories a day.

My food for yesterday (and is my typical daily for fat loss) looked like this:

1815 calories, Fat 22%, Protein 39%, Carb 39%, Fiber 21g

If I tally up points I get between 35 and 39, depending on things that don’t matter. 35 points! At my current weight of 148lbs!

At 213.6 lbs I was eating nearly 500 calories a day LESS than I am now. By the time I got to 194 lbs and down to eating only 23 points (1150 calories!), I stopped losing weight. What’s the cure for that? I asked my Dr and she told me that 23 points is a lot of food, that she could never eat 23 points and that maybe I should try eating less. Yes. She said that to me.

I now know why I stopped losing and continued to stop losing for the following year while I continued to eat less and less.

Diets DON’T WORK!

Weight Watchers may work for those who have normal fluctuating hormones and undamaged by the ravishes of life and low calorie diets (like Weight Watchers! There I said it), but it more than likely will not work long term for a large number of us. Because, Weight Watchers, is after all, still a diet.

Weight Watchers has wonderful things to teach us and the program is certainly one of the better ones out there. But, in terms of long term sustainable weight loss and maintenance it falls short. Very short.

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2
January
2008

One of my goals for this year is to have goals. I’m really good wanting to do things or having grand ideas but I don’t plan or set the short term goals I need to accomplish to get where I want to go.

On my to-do list for today was blog my 2008 goals. So, even though really what I feel like doing is my probably second favorite, no third favorite thing in the world - go watch my TIVO. I think House was on tonight. I just started watching that show. I love that guy.

OK so here goes:

Earn my NASM-CPT certification

Get a job in the fitness industry - I’m thinking local gym, probably Gold’s to start

Play in a casino tourney - I’m a poker lover, degenerate poker pro wannabe. I love the game. I’ve played a lot online, and lately locally in live games but I’ve never played at a casino.

Get a life plan - I need to get my crap together financially and career wise. I’m 42 and I really have to start like thinking about retirement. I have nothing saved. At all. I have no assets. Long stupid story as to how that happened. I won’t get it to it right now. Maybe not ever.

Enter a figure competition - talked about that already.

Climb an ADK High Peak - Adirondack Mountains in upstate NY.

Build a diet/fitness tracking application.

Save $25 a week.

Forget how damn old I am!!

Fix door and window trim - I used to have a dog. He used to try to dig his way out of the house.

Fix the garage door

Reseed the backyard - I made the mistake of buy a bird feeder a few years back. Apparently the put weed seeds in bird seed. Oh and sunflowers. OMG those things are like trees. Then there was the dog. And me hating to mow the lawn. And the lawn mower that would break once a month. And, and, and. I used to love my backyard. It’s a mess now.

Get a 24″ waist

Improve overall conditioning and fitness - I’m real good at lifting and jogging and the arc trainer. I’d probably die in an Ashtanga class. Though I probably wouldn’t die as much as I did the last time I attempted that. Kind of reminded me of the time years ago when I went to an aerobics class. I’d never really done aerobics. It was supposed to be a beginner class. Apparently I read the schedule wrong. It was an advanced class. It was kinda funny actually.

Find a sport or activity outside of the gym - I really am a gym rat. I do my workout, get home, and all I wanna do is go back to the gym. I love it there, but jeez, I need to get a life.

OK, that is all. Dr. House needs me.

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1
January
2008

Instead of writing about goals, and I’ve got a list I will post eventually, I want to talk about why I’m here and why I’ve chosen the goals I have.

Right now I’m wearing a pair of jeans that are maybe five pounds away from being too big for me. They actually are kind of too big; the crotch hangs down about two inches because they are definitely too big in the waist. Less than a year ago I couldn’t wear them. Back then I thought, “I’ll be happy when I can get into those again.”

Guess what? I’m still not satisfied. Go figure.

I’ve spent my entire life not being content with my body no matter what weight I was, and I’ve been up and down for twenty years now. Not that I’m not happy right now because to be sure, I am! Over the past 21 months I’ve lost 65.6 lbs. I’m ecstatic that I don’t weigh 213.6 lbs anymore. Or 187, where I stayed on a five month long “plateau” last fall. Or even 157 lbs. A year ago, I considered 157 lbs to be the promised land, the fountain of youth, a pipe dream, nearly unattainable!

I happened upon a training log over at T-Nation last night. She is simply amazing to me. I look at what she’s accomplished and I swear I’m almost envious or something. I’m in awe of what she’s been able to do. I don’t know how much weight she’s lost but you’d think I’d be as proud of myself as I am of her? Not even close. I don’t feel like I’ve accomplished much of anything. Even though clearly I have. It’s weird.

I’ve got some fairly dramatic before and after photos, though I don’t have any befores as revealing as hers unfortunately. I really wish I had her nerve. I mean I couldn’t even take the picture much less post them at T-Nation.

Even now, at somewhere around 19% body fat, I feel like “the fat girl”. I hate the mirrors at the gym, I swear they add 10 lbs, though I’ll come home and stare at myself, naked even, from all angles. OK, well, maybe I am kind of in awe of myself. Just a bit. Really I’m just amazed that I almost don’t hate my body anymore! I can even almost overlook the stretch marks and saggy tummy skin. ugh. I’m even more blown away by the fact that finally I am able to see that, yes, I can, with time and more work, look like a fitness model. It is actually possible for me! It’s only take me nearly twenty years to finally believe I can look good. Real good!

So, why am I here? Well, I’ve been wanting to blog about this topic for a while. I’ve been hesitant because the fat girl in me is still ashamed. I’m afraid someone I know will find me out - that they’ll discover that I used to be fat. OMG! I feel shame. And I shouldn’t. No one should. I don’t want other’s to feel like me. So, I hope by sharing that I can maybe help someone feel good about themselves, to believe in themselves, to see that their thinking is flawed and is probably the only thing standing in the way of what they want but think they can never have. Or worse, I think many people, myself included, don’t even attempt things because we don’t believe our goals are realistic. Less than six months ago I wouldn’t have considered entering a figure competition. Now I’m thinking about doing just that! I can’t believe I’m saying that, but I am. I just never thought my body could actually look like that!

I’m hoping, in sharing where I’ve been and where I’ve yet to go, that I can prevent just one person from living their life being and doing less than they wish they could. That’s no way to live.