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This was a bizarre day. To put it relatively simply, I had far too much caffeine and had some work stuff happen that made me anxious. As a result, I couldn’t get to sleep on the 4th. So after three hours of trying without success, I decided to get up and start doing holiday stuff.

That holiday stuff included eating, but I didn’t track it particularly well. I probably had coffee before leaving. I know I had half a 10″ pizza and all of a “cheesecake iced coffee” at the park with the freedom festivities. Then there was a barbecue where I had two veggie burgers, some macaroni salad, some patriotic trifle stuff, two cups of margarita, and two beers over the course of a few hours. I also took naps in small doses.

After returning home, I was finally able to sleep for a few hours (about four, but I’d also gotten maybe two hours of cumulative nap time over the four or five hours of the barbecue). I woke up around 1am because I didn’t want my sleep schedule to get too warped. Then I ate about a quarter of a blueberry pie, had a cup of cold brew coffee, and had more of the patriotic trifle.

It was not a day of brilliant eating, nor did it do the healthy transition off of the liquid cleanse that I’d been hoping for. It was a tired holiday, though, and while I probably ate in excess I certainly had a variety of foods, so that at least is a plus.

I will try to resume this picture pattern, but we’ll see what I can manage. (I know I accidentally skipped half of my stuff for the 5th, so … not a great sign.)

Plus side? My goal with the sleep schedule bit worked out well, and I didn’t get off track at all.


FD3

Omitted: Two slices of homemade bread, cut thick. One with butter and honey, the other with peach butter. Also, about 30 ounces of coffee with vanilla syrup.


Food thoughts: I certainly ate by appetite for the most part, but would have liked to have seen more plant-based food. I guess there was the bolthouse fruit one, but I got a salad and didn’t wind up eating it because of my other options. Also, it’s been hard to know if my appetite is running the show for the last few hours because I’ve been so over-caffeinated that I have no actual sense of whether I’m hungry or not. I may have over-eaten, or maybe I’ll come crashing down from the caffeine and realize I’m starving. Guess we’ll see.


Thoughts on Emotional Coping Mechanisms

I need better coping mechanisms. Someone once told me that the single most powerful predictor for the ability to maintain a healthy weight is having healthy coping mechanisms.

I don’t. No argument on that front. Things go smooth, and I stay pretty healthy on physical activity, intake, and how I treat my body. Things go south? Well, then I binge on caffeine, eat piles of junk food, and retreat into TV and video games. So it seems to me that what I need to do next is really hunt for coping mechanisms that can work for me.

The qualities I’d like in coping mechanisms? First, that they not be self-destructive. Though, really, just less self-destructive would be a category I’m willing to explore. Second, they need to have a fairly immediate impact. I just don’t think it would replace my current habits effectively if it was something that took days or even hours to impact my depression, stress, or anxiety. Third, they need to be accessible at basically any time, or I need to have a wide enough array that I always have something at hand. I could always overeat something, and likewise I would want something that I could do at home, at work, in any weather, and so on. So certain types of activities, like biking, don’t seem to make sense, at least as far as blanket solutions are concerned.

Exercise seems an obvious category. Maybe if I used it enough I would lean toward it rather than away when stressed and depressed. This would be especially true if I had something immediately accessible. Certain options here won’t be great until my shoulder is a shoulder again, but weight lifting might be good. Certainly, I know it helped with anxiety. Maybe it’s worth retrieving the free weights from my parents place and finding a good spot for them … but then, I didn’t use them when I was living there. The questions, then, are Why didn’t I? and Is there anything I can do to change that? Maybe it’s just a matter of thinking of them as the response to that emotional chain, and working consciously to make that link. It seems a reasonable place to start, anyway.

Cold showers have been suggested to me. I like them, honestly. I mean, I hate them, but I like them. Obviously not so much an option at work or on the go, but as a go-to at home, it may be worth exploring more often.

And, of course, keeping stress and depression managed through ongoing routine will also help mitigate the issue pretty substantially. If I can get regular exercise, that’s the biggest thing. Working on my writing seems to help a lot, too. Journaling does a lot of good. Meditation and yoga have been staples in the past, and while they’ve had mixed results of late, it seems worth returning to. And then there’s the fact that healthy eating can decrease my stress, and (ironically) some of my stress and depression is about how badly I’m eating.

Hmmm. Maybe having a list can be my next step. Add or remove things as they seem to work. Trying to use the most productive – exercise – but moving down the list if that doesn’t prove as effective as I need.

So … here’s a list based on my thoughts and some initial searches around the interwebz.

  1. Go for a bike ride.
  2. Do some weight lifting.
  3. Do yoga.
  4. Meditate.
  5. Take a cold shower.
  6. Go for a walk.
  7. Listen to music.
  8. Do a “five senses” exercise (list 5 things I can see, 4 I can feel, 3 I can hear, 2 I can smell, 1 I can taste).
  9. Journal or free-write.
  10. Play with silly putty.
  11. Sing a song.
  12. Do a gratitude journal.
  13. Talk it out with a friend or loved one.
  14. Read affirmations.
  15. Take a power nap.
  16. Cook something healthy.
  17. Spontaneous dance party.
  18. Listen to my happy songs.
  19. Do my own creative work.
  20. Play piano.

And it strikes me that not all of these will be good for each trigger. That’s one of the appeals of food: It’s a broad balm, something that can help (temporarily and self-destructively) on a number of different emotional fronts. But if I’m depressed, silly putty won’t do much, while meditation may not really be possible if I’m super anxious. Nevertheless, there’s so much overlap that it seems most sensible to put them in a single list.

Unless, of course, this list is too unwieldy. If I’m going to habituate something, it seems like narrowing it down may be better. Make it easier to process.

So, the broad categories would be:

Exercise

(with weights, on my own, through yoga, by taking a walk, dancing)

Writing / Expression

(my own writing, journaling, free-writing, gratitude lists)

Socializing

(talking it out with a friend, hanging out with people I like, playing a board game)

Sensory Experiences

(keep myself grounded in the world with sensory exercises, cooking, some aspects of meditation, playing with silly putty, listening to or participating in music)

Sleep

Sometimes it’s all there is left to do.

Okay … is that workable? Can I commit to memory or post in plain view a quick run-down of these categories: Exercise, express, socialize, sense, and sleep? And is there a proper order of operations there? Maybe exercise at the top, but the rest kind of wherever they fit?

Not sure. Mostly just writing at this to see if anything comes of it. And yeah, I guess I’d say something has.

Exercise, express, socialize, sense, and sleep. I can practice that. I can work that. Let’s see how it goes.


Leaving Meals “Unfinished”

So, there’s this interesting study where they made this elaborate soup contraption. My recollection is that they more or less had the soup bowl connected to machinery under the table that would consistently put more soup into the bowl as people ate. They did this to study how people ate, and how much appetite weighed against the sense of having completed the meal. The whole “clean your plate” nonsense seemed to win over, even when the bowl just kept going and going.

People ate a ton of soup. They didn’t seem to notice that it kept filling up. Only a few mentioned that they found the soup particularly filling. Or, to quote the official results, “Despite consuming 73% more, they did not believe they had consumed more, nor did they perceive themselves as more sated than those eating from normal bowls.”

Point being, I overeat for plenty of reasons, but part of it is a semi-compulsive plate cleaning behavior. I’m sure part of that comes from a primal urge, stemming from the eons where food accessibility was far less guaranteed. And I’m sure part of it comes from American culture and the echoes of “There are starving children in China” coming from my childhood. But, obviously, it’s not great as a way to decide what to eat.

Some day, some how, I would like to eat according to my appetite and nothing more (or less). Not for emotional reasons, not to cope with stress, and not because I’m habituated to eating the portion size placed in front of me. And to address that last part, I’m going to resume an old experiment.

Basically, I made it a goal to never finish a meal completely. Something was always meant to be on the plate at the end. It was going well, and I could see the beginnings of a shift in mentality, but it fell by the wayside for one reason or another. Now, I’m going to try to pick it up, dust it off, and continue that practice.

That’s why there are second pictures with my little meal snapshots, showing what I left unfinished.

Anyway. I still feel like I’m clearing a mental backlog of all this stuff, so I’m sure I’ll post again very soon.

Cheers.


The Liquid Fast, Prep Day (REQ Day 0)

Sometimes, to break a pattern of unhealthy eating, I stop eating for two to three days. I’m not starving myself when I do this. I want to be very clear about that. I’m having as many calories as I normally would, actually, but it’s all in liquid form.

Protein shakes, smoothies, fruit juice, soup, and so on and so forth. I’ve wondered why this works for me, and my current theory is that it’s something to do with stomach size and digestion. That when I’ve been overeating for a while, my belly is swollen or … something. That I crave the junky, harder to digest food that I’ve been having. But by switching to liquids, I’m giving my body food that’s very easy to digest and that’s easy to move through the stomach, letting it reset to its normal size.

I have no idea if any of that’s true. What I know is, this has proven to work for me in the past. It doesn’t feel unhealthy (with, again, the caveat that this is never to be an excuse to starve myself). I switch to liquids, my mood gets boosted, and my appetite re-adjusts.

For a while, back when I was younger, I did this once a month. Over the last few months, I’ve done it every time my eating veers off course, so … a number of times. Before that, I’d been resisting it, trying to use something less drastic, something I could rationally understand and process more easily.

As it stands, I’ve done what research I feel is necessary: Verifying that occasional liquid fasts, as long as they don’t calorie deprive, won’t do harm. And if my subjective experience is that they do some good for me, I’ll let that be enough.

Today is where I do my shopping. On my way back from work, if I remember and am not dead tired, I’ll pick up some favorites. Bolthouse Vanilla Chai and Chocolate Protein. POM pomegranate juice. Maybe a couple cans of soup, if anything looks good. And tomorrow, I’ll dig in, see if my wife (ermergersh, I have a wife!) is willing to whip up some of her delicious fruit smoothies for me.

My wife has mentioned that I seem friendlier, happier, on the first and second days of the liquid fast. So that’s interesting. Again, kind of clueless on the “why.”

I’m going to be trying this thing, I think, where I share pictures of everything I eat, along with brief notes of why I’m eating it. Like, if I’m eating just out of hunger, I’ll say. Or if I’m eating because I’m stressed or sad, I’ll say that too. And when it’s muddled, I’ll use that upload moment as a chance to make sense of it, if I can manage. So expect to see lots of pictures of mah dranks over the next two or three days.

And hopefully, I can transition smoothly from that liquid fast into more fruit-and-vegg-centric eating. But I’ll leave that, and all the other back-on-track tasks, for later.

Cheers.


My Health, Off the Rails (Day 0)

How the hell did this happen? I’d been losing weight so consistently for so long. Now I’m … well,  I’m cinching my belt two notches less, and I’m scared of facing the scale. I … well …

Things were only moving smoothly briefly. Over the winter months, things were hard. My goal progress slowed, sometimes staggering to a halt, but I was still heading in the right direction. Half a pound lost per week. Working out less consistently, but still doing something. Eating decently, but still craving heavier foods. Then the spring began, and by late in February my goal progress had picked up its pace.

Then I got engaged in late March, and that was initially purely positive. I didn’t anticipate the level of emotional work that would happen right after. I won’t go into details here, but it got really stressful for a bit in the aftermath. With the stakes raised and this tension ongoing, I fell into a depression, and before long was eating my emotions. I also felt de-motivated on other goal fronts, but continued to some degree regardless.

When those emotional mountains were scaled, however, the strain wasn’t over. We had fallen behind on wedding planning, and Heather – in addition to end-of-semester work – was taking care of a kid with pneumonia. It made me feel alone in pushing the wedding plans forward, and I felt incapable of handling other tasks at the time. So I let go of other goals. This would have been sometime in May.

And then, right as we hit the critical two weeks prior to the wedding, Heather got pneumonia and was incapable of helping out. So I did what I could to make things run smoothly in the household and to get the wedding plans on track. During that time, I ate non-stop – feeling panicked beyond reason – and abandoned my fitness goals. I surrendered to the self-destructive coping mechanism. Because hell, I needed to cope somehow.

With the wedding — which was wonderful — stress decreased. There was still a giant stack of things to do at home, but in the immediate lead-up to the wedding, the wedding itself, and the honeymoon after, I opted to not re-focus on my goals. While largely about not taking on stressful mental work at that time, I also dug myself deeper, over-eating constantly as those two weeks went by. By the end, clothing was more snug. Shame more present.

Now that I’m home and getting into some of the work that needs to be done here, I find myself demoralized. I’ve backslid a substantial amount; I’m completely dependent on caffeine for energy; I’m constantly craving junk food, giving in, and feeling like shit in the aftermath; and feeling like I’m incapable of making a lasting change.

Oh, and to that we have to add my shoulder issues. Things that shouldn’t hurt but do: Lifting a glass to my mouth. Adjusting my glasses. Turning door knobs. Sitting down (how? why?!). I have shoulder surgery scheduled for July 18th. Part of me just wants to worry about goals after that, but no … I don’t want to be healthy only when the skies are clear. You know?

I’m trying to re-focus, to get back on track, but also to figure out what made my health skip the rails so I can prevent it the next time. In that pursuit, there are a few things that are clear. First, that when I have been in an unhealthy state for a while, it is very hard for me to break that pattern. Pushing through inertia for physical activity is a challenge, and junk food bingeing seems to lead to more craving and difficulty resisting said cravings. Caffeine dependency also plays a role.

The second thing I know – and this seems to be one of the more important big-picture items – is that I tend to use food as a way to deal with depression, stress, and anxiety. It’s easy to look back at my weight history, and history of loss and gain, and see immediate triggers in these emotional categories.

Uncomfortable disclosure? The time when I found weight loss most easy was a time when I was using self-harm as a way to deal with the same emotions, and I honestly don’t know that that was the less healthy option. Stigmatization is real and I don’t blame people for not being able to understand, nor do I want to hide or feel ashamed … plus there’s a really notable compulsion element … and the entire “I have a family now” thing … and a dozen other reasons going back to self-harm would be a terrible idea. Still, it’s tempting, given the stigmatization of weight and the life quality benefits of getting healthier. But I digress. The real goal here is to find a pattern that isn’t self-destructive. No use dawdling on a debate over which form of self-destruction is really the most destructive.

This is so key, it seems, in managing my weight and health over the long term that I wonder if I should enlist a therapist. The hunt for a good fit in a therapist is such a task, though, that I’m not really sure. Plus, would they really be able to tell me more than what I could find in independent research?

So those are the two things. And they both warrant further discussion. But for now … for today … let’s start by talking about what comes next.

 

I know that liquid fasts can help on the craving front, that I can break the hold of caffeine with a week or two of concerted effort, and that if I can get myself to work out and eat right for a few days in a row I’m able to capitalize on that momentum. And I know that I need to find better coping mechanisms. So that’s where we’ll begin.

And in the interest of doing one thing at a time, I’m going to start a liquid fast tomorrow. From there, I’ll be pushing to quit caffeine, research and compile coping strategies, and talking to those close to me about their thoughts on this entire topic.

Okay. Enough for today. I’ll talk to you about this whole “liquid fast” thing soon. And maybe I’ll share pictures of pretty things I drink in the coming 48 to 72 hours.

Cheers.


Rob’s Epic Quest for Health and Sanity: Day 0

Not many people check this website. It gets a few hundred views to previous posts each month, and that seems about like what the site has to offer. But right now, I’m looking at what the site can offer me.

I am not dreaming of a wildly successful blog. Instead, I am trying to look at the struggles I’m facing and the goals I’m pursuing, and evaluate the resources I have at my disposal. So as I struggle to continue my Epic Quest for Health and Sanity, I’ve wondered if there’s some benefit for me here.

Let me back-pedal. Allow me to explain.

My health is off the rails. It’s all tangled up in emotional issues. My efforts to improve my health, to lose weight, to make progress on goals … it goes right as long as my life has a certain level of calm. But then depression crops up, or impressively stressful things happen, or I enter a state of anxiety, and suddenly all my goals topple. It’s clear that there are still fundamental issues for me to work out. And I don’t know how to do that.

What I know is that I want to do what I can to figure it out. I don’t know any way to approach it but by trying things, throwing potential solutions at the wall and seeing if any of them stick. And as I do that, there are some ideas I have that would involve journaling, trying to get a discussion going or group input, sharing pictures of food I’m eating, and so on and so forth.

May be the social factor of sharing it in a space that people might actually see … a place I already created that gets some traffic … that will help. Or maybe not. Maybe there are people who will encounter my writings and attempts to work through things and will benefit from them. Or maybe not. And maybe I’ll continue this for years because it will prove to be such a valuable resource. Or maybe not.

No promises. No highly polished content, appealing images, networking, or any other nonsense in that category. Just me, thinking aloud, trying to work through things, using this space for social accountability and as a place to reach out for help. If it’s useful for me, awesome. If not, I’ll abandon it once more.

But before I started slapping up pictures of the food I’m eating, I thought I’d let you know.

Ways I might use this site? Tracking what I’m doing. Sharing progress. Sharing pictures of everything I’m eating and reflections on why I’m eating it. Free-writing through struggles I’m facing. Talking about solutions that seem to be working. Posting pictures of me dancing like a maniac. Talking about my plans so I have some sense of social accountability. Etceterca, etceterca.

See you soon.