My personal revolution via the South Beach Diet

One month down

It was a rough February with Valentines and birthdays but ultimately I survived and managed to loose almost 5 pounds this month. I FEEL better. I can feel and see a difference and that gives me hope and motivation to keep going. I don’t want Owl and Monkey to remember me as a mom who couldn’t keep up or held them back. I want to be remembered as a mom who pushed them farther than they thought they could go. I would like to set a good example about how to eat, how to live and how to feel.

Bulletproof coffee. It’s a Keto trick. Keto the second cousin, and younger one, to South Beach. So many of my friends are on it and I was so unsure of it because of the word Ketosis. I remember reading about it 6 years ago and how there was little understanding of what it would do in the long run to a body. Some folks are having real good results with it, both image wise and in their health/blood chemistry.

I tried the bulletproof this morning. As I told a friend today it tasted more like black coffee than I expected, but it did remove the acidic nature of the coffee. It held its own and actually caused me to forget to grab my morning cheese or protein shake before I took Owl to school. Crazy right. I had another cup when I got home, this time with some half and half and the coffee tasted more bitter than the bulletproof.

My bulletproof coffee did start to cool a bit and have the butter separate from the coffee a bit, but I thought it of as frosting on my coffee and drank it anyway. Not bad.

As for my diet; recently I have had more carbs than I should with birthdays and … well, pizza. I have not cut back on the veggies though. I truely think that is why I was able to maintain only a bounce of a pound or two with all this going on. A pound or two is a normal daily bounce, not just when you splurge on a cupcake and pizza. Lots of salads with many different toppings. I find that adding cole slaw mix on top of my salad adds to the “crunch” and makes the salad more filling to me. I also have spinach, spring mix and romain mixed in their for texture differences and added interest. Sunflower seeds on top most of the time and cheese too.

I need to start experimenting with making my own salad dressing. I think that may be my goal for this month. Reduce the added sugars given to us by the pre made stuff. I saw a bottle of Strawberry Walnut vinaigrette yesterday with 5 grams of ADDED SUGAR. Really?


Restart number 5!

Life is about choices. What did you choose to do today? What did you choose to eat? Today I made some different choices from yesterday. Choices I have made before and will again; but choices that will define my day and my future. I chose oatmeal for myself and my family this morning. No white flour toast or waffles. I chose no sweetener in my coffee just as I have for 6 years now. See that, a choice I started making years ago and continue to make to this day. If I can change something as simple as sugar in my coffee or no sugar I can make that same change elsewhere in my life. What’s my next choice?

I took my Owl to preschool and come home and laid my Monkey down for his nap. I could have sat on my chair and watched TV. I could have taken a nap or vacuumed the carpets. My calendar says I was supposed to clean the bathrooms this morning. I decided they can wait. I needed to make a change for me and take time for myself finally. It is time, the Monkey is 8 months old, this mama wants to feel healthy again. I went downstairs and got on my sister’s spin bike that I borrowed a year ago, popped in a spinning video my husband got me for Christmas and I rode. I may not have done the whole 45 minutes but I rode a good 15-20 minutes. That was exactly what I had planned. I needed to start somewhere. I did it, it felt great. I stretched when I was done and that felt great.

After I took a shower I felt my blood still flowing faster than normal. It was a refreshing feeling as it has been a year since I got on a spin bike. I felt like I flushed out the bad feelings in my body. I erased the ice cream I ate last week. I paved a new path towards who I want to be and how I want to feel.

I want to be there for my son when he takes his first steps this spring. I want to be there for my daughter when she rides her first big girl bike this summer. I want to be there when they walk together at the zoo holding hands. I want to see all of this and more. More than seeing it, I want to run after them, walk with them, catch them and teach them. If I don’t make some changes for myself for the better, the course I am on will not allow me to do and be what I want.

It’s my turn. I choose health.

Wheat free options

I saw this in an old family cookbook.  Great information!!!

10 weeks in

It’s been 10 weeks on my newest journey.  I am down 20 pounds in 10 weeks.  I am pretty darn proud of that.  I am still bouncing between phase 1 and phase 2 of the South Beach diet.  Some days I have a carb, some days I do not.  I am trying to focus more on healthy snacks (cheese and nuts) and hearty meals (lean meat and veggies).  The rest seems to fall into place. 

My next goal is another 10 pounds.  I realize it may take me another 6-8 weeks, but I know getting there will make me feel so much better.  I am trying to increase my activity level.  I discovered doing push-ups with a 16 month old is not an option, nor are planks.  She does like to stretch with me though.  Thinking of trying early walks before she gets up and the husband is home.  I know my dog would love this.  

The foothills

I am in my 6th week of South Beach.  I am only on Phase 2 with 1 carb a day as I am in a weight loss competition and trying to really slowly reintroduce those carbs.  I am down 15 pounds since January 3rd.  15 pounds doesn’t sound like much but it feels great!

The first two weeks was 10 of those pounds.  Then, the past month has only been 5 pounds.  So, I am no longer falling off a cliff on weight, I like to call this the foothills.  It is a slow and steady downward slope, with the occasional plateau.  It’s not about the day to day.  That is so hard for me to see sometimes.  I had to stop getting on the scale unless I was concerned about a pervious day/few days.  For the most part it is 2-3 times a week I weigh in, with Monday being my offical weight.  Sunday is my PUSH day.  I try extra hard to be careful about what I am eating to not make the weigh in any worse.

I am very proud of myself.  I can admit that after 6 weeks of this.  I KNEW I could do this, but I wasn’t sure if I would be able to be strong enough with all of my Owl’s snacks in the house.  That first few days was an eye opener on how many carbs are naturally in a home.  

I recently checked a book out of the library for additional recipes and found a great low carb pizza crust that you can actually pick up!  It is made with almond flour and flax seed meal.  It may be a little dry, but it has what I need to solve the pizza craving.  The book is missing, thanks to Owl, or I would tell you what it was called.

I am going to continue with 1 carb a day (normally an apple or berries) through next weekend.  That is when my weight loss competition ends and I will add in a second.  That won’t be oatmeal.  I figured that out after week 3 that oatmeal is not a good carb for me.  Created some serious cravings later in the day.
I wish you all continued luck on your journeys.  I am happy to say my winter coat fits and has a little wiggle room now.

Self inflicted wounds

So this is week 5 for me I believe.  It’s so easy to loose track when the scale stops changing.  I lost 10 pounds the first two weeks, that was a great reinforcement!  However, now I have been stalled the last two weeks and I truly thought this week would be another bust.  In the last three weekends I have had a bachelorette party, a wedding and an adult only party it up cabin weekend.  This did not make any of my struggles any easier.

So this morning was to be my first weigh in of my 4 week challenge with friends.  I dreaded today all weekend.  I broke down crying on Saturday night.  Here is why it happened:

  • Thursday my husband had a rough day and it was national carrot cake day, so I baked a carrot cake at 8pm.
  • Friday he at 1/4 of it for breakfast
  • Saturday night 1/2 of it was left, I had a small sliver to taste, as did Owl, the rest my husband had eaten between Friday morning and Saturday night.  He ate another 1/4 for dinner followed by Cheetos.

That was the last straw for me.  I know he gets more exercise and I know he is a hormone lacking man, but it is so hard to watch them eat what they want and loose weight.  He is down 10 pounds without “trying” as he only eats dinner with me.  

He asked if I wanted anything from the kitchen, I wanted that carrot cake.  I wanted tortilla chips and salsa.  I wanted chocolate cake to appear on my lap.  So, I ran out to the grocery store to get myself some Pork Rinds.  Yup, low carb, high protein, naughty pork rinds.  

I got home, at three and started crying.  I just remembered saying “like this will help” with two opened bags on my lap with a dog. 

It was a self inflicted wound.  I made a carrot cake that I could not have.  I put it in the house.  I created this overwhelming temptation for myself.  I also bought the Cheetos my husband was eating, although I do not like them the idea of snacking on chips was enough to put me over the top.

I will not do that again until I reach my goal.  I will not put myself at risk when I am in a competition with friends.  That is too much stress and temptation.  

Dear me:

I wanted to write myself a letter today; when is the last time you wrote yourself or had a hard talk with yourself?

Dear me,

I am proud of you for going back on the South Beach Diet.  I am proud of you for making positive changes in your life.  I am proud of you for not letting your knee keep you down.  I am proud of the example you are setting for your daughter.  

I know it is hard to see the changes, but they are happening.  Your body is changing, your mind, your blood, your future.  Taking this step is truly changing your future.  Reducing the risk of heart disease, another knee surgery (4 if you lost count), increasing the possibility of an active future for your daughter.  I hope this thought alone motivates you when you are at your lowest.

You are not alone.  You have a great network of friends who are out there doing this with you.  Please don’t ever think you are alone.



I have been back on phase 1 Monday and Tuesday.  Wednesday I did phase 2 and I plan to bounce between the two until next week when I will officially begin phase 2 after my Monday weigh in.  Yesterday I felt the need for cardio, so I washed the kitchen floor, by hand.  I also scrubbed the cabinets and the appliances, anything you could see from the floor.  It was positive.  Today I am washing the sunroom Windows.  I figure this is a cheaper form of a workout class, and I get my house clean in the process!