Tuesday, March 09, 2010

Eat Less, Move More...


Years ago I found a really great computer program called Perfect Diet Tracker. It's a really easy way to keep track of calories in vs. calories out. The program will take your age and weight and calculate your calorie budget for the day. If you want to take off a couple of pounds, you can enter that, along with the time frame you want to lose the weight and it will subtract calories from your budget. I think of the budget as a kind of calorie “checkbook”. I have a certain amount of calories that I can consume daily to either maintain or lose a couple of pounds. Over the years the program has been updated and now, instead of a finite number of foods in their database, it will search the internet for whatever food you put in. It certainly beats writing everything down in a food diary and looking up the calories and serving sizes to keep up with what I put in my mouth. It's not a fun process. I prefer the "shove it in your mouth by the handfuls and forget you ate it" philosophy. But sometimes, that kind of catches up to you and you notice your clothes are a little too tight. So, I log onto the program, and start weighing and measuring my serving sizes. Gulp. I eat very healthy, but it's the serving sizes that get me.

I'm also kind of an exercise nut. Not because I LOVE to exercise, but because I love what it does for me, especially when I’m logging what I put in my mouth. The endorphins from a good, hard workout can work miracles...make a bad day good, make food taste better, give me more patience and energy for the rest of my day, and sharpen my mind. It's also great when I'm tracking my food...I can enter the exercise I do for the day and voila...the program ADDS the calories burned to my allotted calories for the day!! So I can eat more! Yay!! It even takes into account your Basal Metabolic Rate, or the number of calories you burn in a day doing nothing. All you have to do is enter the exercise and it does all the calculations for you

Years ago I found a calorie burn chart that showed the calories burned per minute for every exercise you could think of, so I'm well aware of the exercise that burns the most per minute and that is what I focus on. More bang for the buck. Running, jumping rope, and biking will burn almost 600 calories an hour. Back in the 90's, when the cardio machines at the gym started showing the calories burned as you worked out, I became a slave to the number. I couldn't stop until I had burned off at least 600 calories. If I were running, I could do that in an hour, but stationary biking took an hour and a half. The Stairmaster and elliptical trainer showed even higher numbers, so I loved those machines. I remember my disappointment when I found out that those machines typically overestimated calories burned. It gets more difficult the older I get. I can't just jump on a machine for two hours a day and still function for the rest of my day. So I do a lot of cross training. Hard one day, easy the next.

Generally, I think this is a pretty healthy way to keep track of what goes in my mouth and what I’m doing to burn it off. It's like a quarterly checkup with your supervisor...just an accountability thing. If I want to eat mixed nuts and drink a couple of glasses of wine, I have to budget for it. Or work out longer. For my weight, the charts show that I burn about 92 calories per mile, so on the days I do a longer run than usual, I can usually have an extra glass of wine. It's like picking up an extra job to buy something special...You just exercise a little more and deposit more calorie burn in your "checkbook". A 5-oz. glass of white wine has 105 calories, so I just run a couple of miles to burn it off.

The problems come as you age. Your BMR drops, so your calorie “budget” drops, just to maintain. If you want to drop any weight, the calories allotted for your day drop to almost dangerous levels, so if you want to eat enough to have energy to exercise, you have to exercise more! It’s a vicous cycle. Add to that the fact that as you age you need more recovery time between exercise sessions and your magic formula of just “move more eat less” gets much more difficult.

It's a common sense kind of thing. Moderation is the key. One glass of wine, not three. Eat the dessert, exercise a little more for a couple of days to burn it off. The program is pretty good, but you have to rely on sound principles. If I plug in my height and weight, and enter a target weight loss of three pounds in two weeks, it gives me a calorie budget of 1450 calories per day. If I want to maintain my weight, I can eat 1900 calories per day. All pretty reasonable.

It doesn't work miracles. If I put a weight loss goal of 6 pounds in one week, it gives me a calorie budget of NEGATIVE -1010 CALORIES per day! I think it actually forces you to be reasonable about your goals. When you shoot too high in the weight loss category (whether it's # of pounds or the time you give yourself to lose the weight), you can immediately see that it's ridiculous.

I'm a firm believer in moderation and making healthy lifestyle changes, not temporary diets, fasts or banning foods. But every once in awhile you just need a check up, to make sure that your "lifestyle" is still on the right track.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

The way he loves me

My husband owns his own business...he runs it from just about anywhere. That is a good thing when we want to spend weeks at a time in North Carolina. He still needs to check in every now and then, but he spends more and more time in our home office. He is always busy...answering emails, writing ads, talking with clients and employees, putting out fires all over the place, and running to meetings several times a day. But it took awhile for me to get used to having him here.

I'm sure it took him awhile to get used to seeing me in my pajamas until 3 p.m., and it took him several months to learn that I like to read the paper, do the crossword and Sudoku, and drink my coffee in the morning without talking about everything HE reads in the New York Times.

I had to learn to share the exercise room. We're both kind of exercise fanatics. We put in an exercise room a few years ago, with a treadmill, stair machine, elliptical, spinning bike, stepmill, and various weights and things. When J went to the office every day, he would use the room either before or after work. Now, I have to share it...which means he takes command of the remote control for the TV. I'm always behind on my shows on the DVR that he hates...Grey's Anatomy, Brothers and Sisters, Desperate Housewives and Big Love. It's OK, though (said through clenched teeth and a forced smile), I like watching Fox Business News and reruns of The Dave Ramsey Show.

We're both busy, but seeing each other every day for more than a few hours at night has become very comfortable. We each have our own worlds. He goes to his business appointments, I go to my volunteer meetings, shop for groceries, cook dinner and we both have various medical visits. Even though I try to remember which ailment he is visiting a professional about (hips, neck, back, etc) I don't always keep up with it, and I really didn't think he had any idea about my rare doctor appointments.

So yesterday, I did some work, went for a run and jumped in the shower around 11:30. J said, "You have your pulmonologist appointment today, right?"

I was shocked that he knew I had my follow up visit with the doctor to discuss my exercise-induced asthma that was just diagnosed about six months ago. I was even more shocked when he said,

"Do you mind if I go with you?"

I said, "Sure", but I was very weirded out by it. He hasn't gone with me to any kind of doctor's appointment, other than when I was pregnant with H.

He had a meeting before my appointment, so I really didn't think he would make it on time. But after I parked and started walking in, he drove up. When we were sitting in the waiting room waiting to see the doc, he told me he just wanted to make sure I really had asthma.

He said, "You are so physically fit, and you've exercised your whole life, so I just can't really believe you have asthma."

I was a little offended. Did he think I was making it up?

I introduced him to the doctor, and he sat back and listened for awhile. Then he started firing questions.

"She doesn't always need the rescue inhaler, is this typical?" (YES)

"Since her attacks are usually exercise-related, is this really asthma?" (YES)

"Will she always be asthmatic?" (Probably)

"Why did she have to stop running a few times last week?" (Cold weather triggers asthma)


But the last question, more than any of the others, kind of touched my heart.

"What do I do if she has an attack and we don't have an inhaler with us?"


My strong husband, who loves to take charge and rarely admits he needs help, just wanted to know how to take care of me.

It may not sound like a lot, but it's one of the reasons I love him.