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we’re right back in the water

I’m going to pretend like I don’t sing that Jesse McCartney song (Right Back In The Water – has nothing to do with swimming!) every time I’m writing something up for this category. :) It’ll be a lie, but I’m going to pretend, anyway.

Back to the pool tonight again, and the usual bunch were there – I love how they’re “the usual bunch”, even although I’ve only been doing this for what, three weeks? I really need to get their names. – and I noticed the girl with the blonde hair when I was halfway through my first length, and it was actually quiet, and we both remarked on this to one another with a smile as we passed. She was two lengths ahead of me.

So she was aiming for 50 lengths. I was aiming for 32 – the half-mile.

I barely stopped until I got to 16 lengths, just both of us keeping the other going. When I got to 16 lengths, I stopped for a couple of minutes just to tread water, and the big guy with the gold chains came in, and we gabbed a couple of minutes and we were talking about the half-mile, and I said that I’d be wrong about the 30 lengths, told him it was 32, so that’s what we should aim for.

I started off again, didn’t really stop again until I’d got to the 32. So I calculated, at a half-mile, what a half of a half mile would be. Another 16 lengths.

So can you guess what I managed?

When I got out, I’d managed 48 lengths. Three-quarters of a mile.

It took me just over an hour.

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Book Review: The Spark by Chris Downie

Fatso, reading The Spark

Not sitting on my recliner, that's for sure!

 
 

Book Review:


The Spark by Chris Downie

This review is because I enjoyed the book so much. I received no monetary compensation for it. In fact, I bought this book myself, with my own money!

 
 

So, if anybody reading wasn’t aware, I have actually been a member of SparkPeople since 2007, when I joined at the end of January. I joined and I ignored it, and I went to Weight Watchers instead.

Last year, I rejoined, under a different name and I tried to trick myself into believing that following a 1,200 calorie diet was a good idea for somebody of my size. When I mentioned to my doctor that I had followed a 1,200 diet for 2 months and didn’t lose anything – in fact, I gained weight – he didn’t say this was unhealthy.

So when I re-rejoined this time, I wiped my old stuff, made a new handle (fatgirl2203) and have been following their guidelines since the start of January 2010.

(See all my SparkPeople entries here.)

So when it was mentioned that they were releasing a book, of course I looked into it. Of course, there was the incentive of SparkPoints, too, but mostly, I wanted the book. I wanted the inspiration, wanted the background, wanted, wanted, wanted.

My book actually arrived about 6 days after I ordered it from The Book Depository, which was free shipping and a hardcover version, where Amazon.co.uk lists it as paperback, and I got to reading it right away. Anyway, it arrived on roughly January 12th.

Now, I’m not the fastest reader in the world. I finished reading it last week, at the end of January. I took my time with it, reading a chapter at a time, making sure I was taking in as much information as possible.

 
 

Chapter 1 is Chris’ story: how he started Streaks and started SparkPeople, and the background of how he came up with the idea and the system. It’s not called My Story for nothin’.

 
 

Part I, or chapters 2-5, are inspirational chapters, things you’ll need to pay attention to, things you can go back and re-read when you need a boost. Focus, Fitness, Fire and Positive Force: the cornerstones of success in what has been named the “Fuel For Improvement System”.

Even as a member of SparkPeople, where I can go onto their website and read whatever articles I want, read any piece of inspiring success or informative nutritional articles, the first part of the book is still fresh, still interesting. Still inspiring.

Focus is about setting yourself goals. Understanding what you’re working towards. There’s no point in drifting about, with nothing to guide us, nothing to work towards. It just won’t work. There are ideas for goals to set yourself, information on what a short-, mid- and long-term goal should encompass.

Fitness is about, you guessed it, the importance of exercise. Now, they’re not telling you to go and join a gym and start running five miles a day as a beginner. To quote, “What if I said that you could begin transforming your life by simply walking back and forth to your mailbox every day?” Fitness‘ aim is not to get you to run yourself into the ground. As with everything, it’s about building things up, making things easier for yourself. How to fit exercise into your daily life.

Fire is about the spark that sets everything else ablaze: the inspiration that hits you that is the first step on your journey, the little flame that grows into a fire in your belly and keeps you going. Fire is the most basic cornerstone, the idea that you can achieve something great with yourself. How to take many positive steps, little steps, that lead to something bigger and better. (Consistency, consistency, consistency!)

Positive Force is about “a feeling of satisfaction and fulfillment unlike any other”. Spreading the Spark is one of the best things about being part of SparkPeople: changing the lives of others by doing great things for yourself.

(Even if I was to use an example from myself: when I was in the pool on Monday, there was a guy who had been there the previous week, and we’d both managed 20 lengths. This week, he was at 22, and he was going to stop. I said to him, “Why stop at 22? 30 lengths is almost a half a mile.” When he came back after resting in the sauna for a while, he and I both did, indeed, make 30 lengths. Next time, I’ll tell him that 32 lengths is actually the half-mile we were aiming for, and we’ll do that, too.)

It’s about giving back to others, being a positive force to others, and how, in your own journey, you can inspire and help others in theirs.

 
 

Part II: The SparkDiet, chapters 6-9, is all the information you’ll need – including ways to calculate your BMR (Basal Metabolic Rate) and therefore your required caloric intake – to be a successful SparkPerson. Ironically, despite calling itself the SparkDiet, it’s not a diet. It’s little changes you can make in your life to help you control your life, control your eating habits. There are the four stages: Fast Break, Healthy Diet Habits, Lifestyle Change and Spread The Spark. Each is explained in-depth, and all of your requirements – food trackers, exercises, a Healthy Lifestyle Pledge, mix-and-match meals and many more – are in the book.

Or, if you join the website (free to join, free for everything on it), you can download printable versions of some of the items.

The Spark is an excellent book for people who are really looking to make a change in their lifestyle and diet. It’s not a fad, doesn’t promise that you can get 6-pack abs or lose 20lbs in a week. It’s sensible information, a great read, and, more importantly, a backup if you’re caught without the internet and can’t get on the website!

Even as a member of SparkPeople, I still enjoyed the refresher course it provided me, the new information it provided me with, and the fact that I now have a couple of pages of exercises from SparkPeople Coach Nicole Nichols that I can pop down off the shelf whenever I want, means that I’m more than happy to have spent the money on the book.

And, above all of that, the cheery bright orange means it stands out on my bookshelf, makes it easy to spot, and pleasant to look at.

Not only will I be re-reading this book, but I’m recommending it to anybody – members of SparkPeople or not – who want to make a change in their diet and lifestyle, and who aren’t quite sure to go about it.

 
 

(The Spark is available at Amazon.co.uk, Amazon.com, The Book Depository, and pretty much everywhere that sells books!)

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My Back Pain and Me

I said, on Thursday on my SparkPeople Blog, that I was going to talk here about the back pain that I’ve been having lately.

Of course, in the excitement over my 4lb weight-loss, I neglected to mention it at all!

Okay, in January, I was put on Fluoxetine (trade name Prozac) for the depressive part of my bipolar. Among other, really fun (oh the sarcasm, it burns) side-effects, there is the side-effect of restlessness. I’m not the only person who suffers from restlessness as a side-effect of Prozac, but it is one of the most annoying ones for me.

I’m used to being a hermit. I have no friends who live in Hamilton other than my sister. I’m used to sitting on my computer and talking to my friends in far-off lands such as Norwich and the USA. I’m used to sitting at my computer and watching movies and TV shows, or sitting at my gaming desk (yes, I have a desk to house all my game consoles. I have plenty.) playing a video game. I sometimes draw, I sometimes attempt to write, I’m almost always listening to music.

Since about a week after taking the Prozac, I have been coming out of my room. The past three Fridays, I have been in town, shopping for clothes and food. Or talking to my bank.

I have been sitting downstairs in the living room instead of upstairs in my bed or on my computer chair, because almost as soon as I’ve started doing something online, or playing on my Xbox, I’ve wanted to be doing something – anything else.

Which leads me to my back problems.

I thought it was my weight spiralling upwards again, but it’s not. I’m losing weight, so that’s good.

What it is, is this:

I borrowed my Mum’s copy of Stephen King’s new book, Under The Dome (which I finished reading late Friday night) and I have been sitting in the living room, in our new recliner couch.

Now, the recliner couch is thoughtful. It has a lovely big lumbar support at the bottom, leading up to the back support, and I’ve been sitting for hours upon hours, reclined with the book open and propped on my stomach, and it’s only been since I’ve been doing that, that I’ve started having the back pains.

It’s like I can’t stand up straight without the entire small of my back hurting. Which is odd, because lumbar support is supposed to help that, right?

Right.

That said, the lumbar support doesn’t take into account the fact that I have a HUGE ASS. The lumbar support pushes my HUGE ASS forward, making me lean back farther than I would if I was a “normal” size so that my shoulders are against the couch.

So that’s where my back pain is coming from. By the end of the day today, it was mostly gone, until I sat back down on the couch to finish reading the book, HAHA, and then I came upstairs to do my exercise and it was gone by the time I was done.

So I’m hoping that that’s the end of it. No more epic sits on the couch to read an epic, disappointing-ending-novel.

I think, maybe, I’ll go back to being a hermit and reading my books in front of the computer, or in front of my TV screen. Save my back pain for another time.

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It’s That Time Again! (Weigh-In!)

So, it’s been two weeks since I last got weighed. I’m going to do it like this from now on, unless something catastrophic happens, like not being able to stand for 5 minutes without my hip hurting. Then I’ll get weighed and make sure it’s not my weight going up that’s the problem.

But anyway! Onto the weigh-in.

I had to drop my repeat prescription off at the Doctor’s anyway, so while I was up, I nipped into Boots. This was the plan all along, really, and the repeat prescription was an excuse to go up there, instead of just saying, “I want to get weighed.”

So, prescription handed in, I made my way up to Boots – it’s next door, so it’s easy access. Stood on the scale, put my 20p in the slot, and watched as the scales showed:

29st 4lb

For those of you playing along at home without calculators, that comes in at 410lbs (185.9kg).

And since last time I got weighed, I weighed 414lbs, that puts my weightloss at 4lbs since January 21st, 2010.

Now, I’m not going to gurn and complain about “only” losing 2lbs a week. I know I lost more at Weight Watchers, but I’m not doing Weight Watchers. I’m doing SparkPeople.

So 4lbs down and another 270 or so to go. It’s going to be a long road.

What was it Lao Tzu said? “A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.”?

Consider these my first tentative steps. I’m sick of the old path, the old failures, so I’m not continuing in my old footsteps, but starting new ones.

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The shape or size of things to come?

I can’t even remember where I was looking that I managed to find this, but I did find it, and I found it interesting:

In the UK women’s clothing size is traditionally indicated by numbers. In 1982 the British Standards Institute produced a standard set of sizes from 8 to 32 quoted in centimetres.

(For example, a size 8 has 83cm/32.7in – 87cm/34.3in hips. A size 32 has 140cm/55.1in – 144cm/56.7in hips.)

Unfortunately, there is no requirement for manufacturers or stores to use the British Standard resulting in a range of size indications for the same size of garment from different sellers. A new standard BS EN 13402 is intended to replace this system with one in which actual measurements are used, however this is not yet in common use.

Check out the table – it’s incredible. I think the last time I measured myself, I had something like… 70in hips? I can’t find my tape measure since we moved, so I can’t validate that – I’ll buy a new one next time I’m in the yarn store in town – but I’m pretty sure my hips are huge.

Way beyond the British Standard size 32, anyway.

The thing I don’t understand is: why isn’t there a requirement to use the sizes. Even if it meant updating the sizes to today’s “modern” sizes, to incorporate size 4s and 6s (urgh), why not standardise it?

I can’t even walk into Evans, the only plus-size store in the town that does up to a 32, and buy a pair of size 32 jeans off the rack, because I’m never quite sure if they’re going to fit me or not.

I’ve bought my clothes from Evans since I was in High School, when I outgrew “normal” stores. I’ve never been able to buy two pairs of trousers – or even two tops – of the same size and know that they’re going to fit me. I have a pair of size 32 jeans that fall off my ass and stomach after I’ve been wearing them for 20 minutes, and another pair of size 32 cropped jeans that I currently can’t close around my stomach. Even if I could close them, I wouldn’t be able to sit down in them.

Both are 98% cotton, 2% elastane, waist-height. The only difference is that one is a pair of crops, the other full-length. Sitting them one on top of the other, I’m pretty sure that there would be an inch or two of a difference.

And this is a pain. The fact that there is no standardisation in clothing sizes means that yes, anybody – not just fat people, anybody – who walks into a store is never guaranteed that two sizes are the same sizes.

It bothers me because, being at the upper end of the size scale, I sometimes can’t get pants that fit me, even in stores like Evans. And yet I went in and bought a pair of size 28 leggings that fit me like leggings are supposed to fit me. And I bought a pair of size 30 leggings that are actually a little loose on me around the waist.

But I picked up a pair of size 32 denim shorts – 96% cotton, 4% elastane (the more elastane, generally, the better the fit for me) excluding trims – that wouldn’t come up past my thighs.

I do wonder, though: if they standarised clothing sizes… what would my true size be? I think it’s strange that I’ve been a size 30/32 since I was in fourth or fifth year in high school, but back then I probably only weighed 280-300lbs. (Still a huge amount, but not as much as now, 100lbs+ later) I have a photo of myself and my little sister pinned to my pin board right now, and the dress I’m wearing in it is a 30/32. I threw the dress out maybe five years ago, five years after leaving High School, because I thought, “I’m never going to get back into that dress.”

And it was, indeed, a 30/32. But the clothes I was wearing at the time, 100lbs heavier, were also a 30/32.

(The clothes I’m wearing now are actually very odd – a size 28 stretchy purple vest, a size 30/32 striped hoody cardigan, and a pair of Joe Brown’s College Shorts in the 62/64″ waist – which also fall right off me unless I pull ‘em up. Because they’re boys’ shorts, though, I don’t particularly mind – different physiology and whatnot, right? They’re MADE for slobbing around the house.

I’ve been told by my Dad, however, that it’s not girls’ clothes. Mens’ clothing sizes, traditionally given in inches, are apparently not always standard sizes as they’re given, either. Dad can go into a store and buy a 34″ waist that falls off him, and go into another store and buy a 36″ that doesn’t come close to fitting him.

So basically: it’s all fucked up.

I just hope that, if the day comes when they do standardise things, I don’t end up being a UK ladies size 48 or 50 or something. That’d just be worse than being a 32.

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