New Month, New Update, New News

Happy November! It is the start of a new month, so that means it’s time for a new blog post (and picture.)

The last couple of weeks have been interesting learning how to eat again. As a food lover, I NEVER thought I would say I had to “learn” how to eat again, but I have. It’s weird, quite honestly. Some days it’s easier than others, but now, I just have to remind myself to plan ahead. So while preparing lunches and helping Tom prepare the kids for the day ahead (while also trying to juggle laundry that won’t end, figuring out who is getting whom to the next sports practice or game, and reviewing with the kids for the day’s tests--figuratively and literally), I also have to think about what I’m going to have for lunch. I am trying to always have something on hand to take with me so I don’t have to rely on a spur of the moment choice --which doesn’t always end well. (As a side note, I can’t really eat that much anymore, and I have found some delicious Lean Cuisine frozen meals—my favorite is the White Vermont Cheddar Mac and Cheese.) It’s just cheesy enough and hits the spot; of course, it takes me 30 minutes to eat the entire thing if I don’t give up!

Anyway, eating out has been interesting and everyone is always so nice and accommodating about it (which makes me a tad uncomfortable, but it is appreciated.) I have ventured to a few places, and some have been a strange experience for me. Sunday evening, I ventured out with Tom and Zane and we decided to go to Moe’s (cue the happy greeting when you walk in the door: Welcome to Moe’s!!!!!) I was excited about getting a taco salad (I haven’t been able to eat salad and I have missed it.) Well, I took about 4 bites and couldn’t eat anymore. In fact, I just felt sick. I think I may have eaten it too fast or something, but it wasn’t enjoyable at all. (And typically, I love a Moe’s Taco Salad with chicken.) I had about 3 chips before I ate the salad and I guess I filled up on those. Lesson learned, but I just hate spending money on food and not being able to take it home (kinda hard to take home a salad and eat it later.)

Halloween: So yesterday was Halloween and if you know me even remotely well, you know I’m not a big holiday person -- except for Thanksgiving -- I LOVE Thanksgiving. Well, having kids sometimes (okay, A LOT of times) requires that you do stuff you don’t particularly like (I’m takling to you, television shows like Teen Titans Go! and pretty much everything on Nickelodeon.) In my case, it is decorating for Halloween, dressing up and then going trick or treating. I didn’t like trick or treating when I was a kid. Not. At. All. But being a mom means I like to see my kids smile and be happy (and sacrifice dammit!) And my kids like it when I dress up for Halloween. (Even Tripp, though he may not say it, but he’s 11, so you know, he’s practically a teenager already.) This year, I decided to be a “Mombie” aka Mommy Zombie. (pretty much what I feel like when I wake up in the morning.) So, I put on a bath robe, donned some of Zane’s zombie makeup (he was a Zombie Football player) and ta da!!! Halloween. (for the record, Tripp is Domingo Ayala, a You Tube sensation among the athletic-type youth of today-- basically, he does You Tube videos about baseball, talks in a Dominican accent and the kids love him.)

 

One of Zane’s friends was having a little hayride and party, so I took him. And was suddenly transported to that scene in the original Bridget Jones’ Diary where she shows up to the party in full out Playboy bunny costume and only to be... you guessed it.. the only parent dressed up. (Now that I think about it, Zombie Playboy bunny would have been a great costume, but I digress.) Awkward….

Sigh… but at least my kid liked it and he was happy. A good time was had by all, and both kids got a bunch of candy. Speaking of candy, I only had one piece of Halloween candy. Yes, I’m proud of that. I’m wearing that like a badge of honor. (Please note, there is no shame in eating more than one piece of Halloween candy and that is how I have spent the previous 40 years on October 31.)

New adventure: About two years ago, I made a big decision in terms of my career. I decided to leave Hilton Worldwide after 12 years and venture into the world of healthcare communications and marketing. I've learned a lot, met some great people, but recently a new opportunity came my way and I’ve decided to take it. As of November 14, I will be joining Memphis-based EdR as the Vice President of Corporate Communications and Marketing. EdR is a fantastic company that is truly changing the college experience for the bright minds of today. They are one of the leading developers of collegiate housing throughout the U.S. and manage a lot of beds at these colleges. Trust me, these housing complexes don't look anything like they did when I went to school.  It’s an awesome opportunity for me to get back into the real estate development world (this work is VERY similar to what I did at Hilton) and I’m very excited about it. So, more BIG changes for me and my family. (Look at you, 2016, you’ve been an interesting year for me.)

And finally, an update: As of mid-July, I have lost 58.4 pounds. Since surgery on August 23, I have lost 43 pounds. I am truly astonished! But it’s not just about the pounds lost. I feel better. I sleep better. I have more energy. I think I’m even a more pleasant and giving person. (oh hell, who am I kidding?  I’m still cold and dead inside.) Seriously, I’m making exercise a priority and trying to get it in as much as possible. I know it is something I have to do. I’m trying to go to barre once a week and vary my exercise the other days.) And yes, barre class still hurts, but the “Barre-bies” are just so nice!

 

November 1, 2016

 

 

 

Meet me at the Bar(re)

Nothing is more humbling to a chunky girl (and even more, one that has recently lost a good bit of weight) than going into a barre classes with a bunch of skinny, toned belles of the barre. If you’ve never been to a barre exercise class (here locally it is Pure Burre) allow me to describe it for you, in my own Dawn Ray of Sunshine fashion. Before I begin, however, let me explain that I actually like the class. And that’s big for me because I’m not exactly a fan of exercise of any kind, truly. There is retail space in front of the studio, and they sell athleisure clothing that is so popular these days. Leggings and tanks with cute sayings like “Barre So Hard,” “J’Adore Barre,” “Eat, Sleep, Tuck, Repeat.” “Meet me at the Barre” and my personal favorite, “Belle of the Barre.” Now, keep in mind I went to these classes in December before I even had surgery and really liked them. And of course, I found those tanks annoyingly cute. Like a Taylor Swift song that I didn’t want to like but kept singing loudly in the car, and at work and at home, I didn’t want to like them, but they were so damn cute I couldn’t help myself. And of course they didn’t fit me. But I digress…. 

These classes are intense. The Pure Barre motto is Lift, Tuck, Burn (LTB) and you do a series of yoga, pilates, barre, ballet type exercise and really work your core, arms and legs. The 55-minute class is filled with small movements (“tiny up, tiny down”) that hurt like hell and make your muscles shake.  In fact, they encourage you to “find your shake,” and let’s be honest, the only time I’ve ever wanted to “find my shake” was at Sonic.

You start each class with a warm up, which is honestly, one of the most challenging to me. I start out strong, and then we get to planks.  In what world are planks considered a warm up? Anyway, I push through the warmup the best I can and then we get to the weights. Very small weights, thank God. Remember, small motions, with isometric holds in between. PAINFUL, but effective. Then we go to the barre. Ahh, the barre. I never thought I would say anything positive about a bar(re), unless I was sitting at one with a drink in my hand, but the barre is the centerpiece of the entire 55-minute class. It’s where you work your legs, arms, core and seat (they say seat rather than butt or some other term because as my friend Kelly says, “they keep it classy.”) This is where you really lift, tuck, burn and find the shake. Again, tiny movements to work these parts of your body—I’m talking one inch – but it works and I’m sweating like I’ve just run a 10k (okay, I’ve never fully run a 10K or even a 5K, but I have to imagine that I would sweat a lot.)  

Once you feel like you can’t LTB anymore, you move to the other leg and work that side. Then, you grab your mat and do floor work up against the wall. You use the barre to push up with your arms and you do these tiny torture movements with your legs. Your legs and everything else feel like jelly, then the lights go dim, the music changes to a softer, slower tempo and you move the mat to the floor. Thank God!! You’re almost there… or so you think. It’s time for ab work. Hey, at least you get to be on the floor. But I promise you, tucking and squeezing your abs and seat aren’t exactly resting and winding down. The instructor is encouraging, she always gives some shout outs to you, like “great form, Kelsey” or “keep it up, Kim” or “one more change, ladies, this is where it really burns but is totally worth it.” (and yes, she sounds exactly as you have imagined it your head.) Truthfully, I love to hear her call my name, even if it is “great correction to your form, Dawn.” But damn, they are all so nice and supportive. And tiny. They are all so tiny and toned.

 Finally, once you have bridged and tucked and squeezed and lifted and you think you can’t do it anymore, you get to roll over on your stomach and stretch. Best. Stretch. Ever. And also a humbling stretch. I rolled over, did a cobra pose (thanks, Google!) and saw my reflection in the mirror. (Did I mention there are mirrored walls in this studio everywhere?) I was a mess. I looked awful-- flushed face, sweaty hair, just a mess.

Now, I know it may sound like I don’t like this class very much, but I actually do like it a lot. I feel like I have accomplished something big after I leave. Nearly every part of my body hurts, I look like a wreck—but it feels (dare I say) good. I hurt afterwards and getting up the next day isn’t that easy, but it gets easier. The Pure Barre Belles say you get more comfortable after 10 classes, so I’m looking forward to that.

I know I took the long way around for this update, but I wanted to provide a little glimpse into how my life has changed since this surgery, versus just talking about food. This is and always has been about more than food for me. It's been about inactivity and frankly, being lazy.

I know I haven’t posted many pics of me, so I decided to do that so you could see my progress. I’ve decided to take these pics on the first of each month to make it easier to keep track.

August 23, 2016
Surgery Day



September 1, 2016
9 days post surgery
 



October 1, 2016
39 days post surgery


Even though I had a humbling (and sobering) look in the mirror last night at the barre, I'm making great progress. My next doctor's appointment  is October 13 and I will consider that my official weigh-in 6 weeks (or so) post surgery. It should be noted that my home scale says I have lost a bit more than 30 pounds since surgery, and a bit more than 45 pounds since mid-July. I've got a long way to go, but I'm feeling better and looking better. Except for when I leave barre class, then I'm just a hot Southern mess.