Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Still...


Not a lot of progress is being made, but we're still marching on (quite literally thanks to PokemonGO).
Neither one of us really seems to be excited or even mildly gung-ho about anything right now so I'm trying to think of things that might turn that around. Maybe some new recipes to try that I let him pick out.... or a new workout dvd/Wii game/whatever.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Help from unexpected places

Thursday morning John finally asked for Pokemon Go. I didn't want to do it. It would have to go on my phone. It's a big ol' battery suck. My data plan is pathetic -- it's unlimited and free, but ridiculously slow after I hit my "high speed" limit -- which happens in about 2 seconds. And, seriously, how much fun could one possibly have "catching" imaginary things on the phone?

Oh. A lot.




We actually live in the middle of a 3 gym triangle with 7 PokeStops within a 3-block radius of the house. Go a little bit further in one direction and we start hitting downtown. A little bit in another direction we hit Syracuse University.

We haven't done either of those yet and still .... since the morning of the 14th .... and considering I still need to sleep/work:


A couple of those km were actually on the bus ... but I'm guessing only a couple because the bus typically goes too fast to count.

Dang.

We're getting exercise. (Just don't tell John.)


Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Sucktasticness

Smallish person's doctor is concerned  because he's definitely not as "smallish" as he should be.
When he claims "eating" as a "hobby," things are bad.
When his weight puts him off the charts, things are bad.
While not at all surprised at her concern it still feels like I was kicked in the gut. As I probably should be. He didn't get this way entirely on his own, after all.
Fecking hell.
Every time I think about it I want to burst into tears.
And I wish that this book was available long before mid-September:
Maybe I'll just buy one of the UK editions and convert where needed.
*sigh*

Friday, July 1, 2016

2 plus 2 really DOESN'T equal 43, huh?

We've been doing a little experimenting (a.k.a: eating whatever the hell we've wanted) since my last frantic post and, as it turns out, we're both fine. Fat, but still fine as far as me not getting sick over grains and him not being completely out of control. I told him a bit about Carb Cycling (he's watched some EWL with me before so "knows" Chris and Heidi) and he thinks the Classic Cycle would be good to try. It's alternating low carb and high carb days with one "reward" day. I figured that he would want to do the cycle from their newest book that has 4 high followed by 2 low followed by the reward, but he's full of surprises. Of course, we won't be following the Powell's plan to a "T" because eating 5 meals every 3 hours just isn't happening in our world ... but it may prove to be a good starting point.
If you aren't familiar, I found a Pin that gives a graphic of the basics: the link associated with said Pin isn't working for me, but links rarely work on the computer here so I don't know if it's dead or if the work computer just hates me):

He likes having our reward days on Saturdays ("Stress Free Saturday" as they're typically referred to around here), and he thinks that we'd be better off having a low day immediately before instead of high .... so we're shuffling things around a bit:
Please note the lack of calories and macros. He's 10 and stresses out easily about stuff and this shouldn't be one of those things ... but he is still very aware that he's bigger than he should be and that a growth spurt or two isn't likely to "fix" it. On the low days he'll still be able to have an english muffin or toast for breakfast (he likes "sloppy" eggs and to have the bread to dip in the yolks) and a snack of fruit later on if he wants, but we'll try and stick to mainly proteins and fats (and veggies) for lunches and dinner. We still won't go super-crazy on the high days, but those would be the days for a sandwich at lunch or some pasta at dinner. He needs to get more involved in the decision making so he isn't blindsided down the road -- which is why I let him decide on the "cycle."

We'll see how it goes. Tomorrow we'll both weigh-in after we finally wake up. It won't be pretty, but it'll be a start. Another one.

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Fecking Hell

I would really like to dive face first into bowl of macaroni and cheese right now.
Or an entire pan of actual brownies made with something other than coconut flour.
Or pie.
*sigh*
I know that my body is probably better off when I stick with grain free ... but my brain begs to differ and it's so fecking hard sometimes to not just say "screw it." It's especially hard when the smallish one isn't nearly as gung ho about it as he was at the beginning and just wants to eat whatever whenever (like the HoHos his dad bought for him Sunday or the Burger King on Monday). It also doesn't help that it's not doing a damn bit of good with the whole scale situation and at least when I let myself indulge in grainy goodness I knew that I'd have a good chance of "losing" just because of the excess time spent on the toilet.
Yeah. Possibly TMI. Whatever.
And maybe it wasn't necessarily the grains but a bug I didn't know about. I used to be able to eat whatever whenever. I could have just put 2 and 2 together and come up with 43, right?
Why isn't anything ever easy?