New Weight Loss Plan!

Getting so sick that absolutely nothing sounds good or tastes good. Except for the Frosty I had last night. But seriously, I had eaten about 300 calories up to that point in the day and a Frosty from Wendy's (or something similarly cold and creamy) was the only thing that appealed to me at all. Any other food I thought of made me want to throw up a little.

Today I managed to choke down a few bites of oatmeal, a few bites of the soup I bought for lunch (though the texture of the garbanzo beans in the soup was totally freaking me out), and a couple of slices of deli turkey. It's not that I'm nauseous, just everything is gross to me.

Obviously until this is over, and until every little move doesn't make me start coughing uncontrollably, I'm at a standstill with the working out.

Steel Cut

After a crazy week of visiting the in-laws, busy times at work and Valentine's Day, last week was kind of a wash. I was going to go swimming this morning, but I took advantage of this holiday by cooking some casseroles for breakfasts and dinners this week, plus a stew for tonight's dinner and that all took awhile and now it's 2 PM and I just got around to eating lunch and there's no more lap swimming today. However, we're having some people over for dinner and in an hour or so I'm going to start some heavy duty cleaning. That's always good for burning some calories.

This morning I made steel-cut oats for the first time and I am a new fan. I made one serving per the directions on the container and mixed in about 1/4 cup plain Greek yogurt, a small squirt of agave nectar and a dash of cinnamon. It tasted almost exactly like rice pudding, which is one of my favorite foods. Rice pudding for breakfast. Mmmmm.

Swimming Sore

76 laps yesterday
90 laps today

Today as I walked up the stairs to our apartment after running an errand I realized my legs were TIRED. Swimming is kind of like pilates for me. I don't really feel the muscles straining while I'm swimming the laps or contorting myself into odd isometrically-challenging shapes, but later on, ow!

So maybe it's a good thing I didn't swim 5 times this week. 3 seems to have been plenty for my body right now, and I don't want to injure myself. Again.

We're going out of town for a few days so no swimming until sometime late next week.

Encouraging

It's really nice after huffing and puffing through 70 laps, and feeling continually disappointed by my times, to be told by the lifeguard that I must be a "serious swimmer". I don't know what that means exactly, but it sounds positive.

We talked a bit and he said he observed that my technique is better when I breathe on both sides. Which I suppose is what my right shoulder has been telling me for a couple of years. When I only breathe on my right side, after a few days of swimming my shoulder aches like crazy.

However, when I breathe on both sides, I'm slower. Not by a lot, but some. Which is annoying since I'm slow right now anyway. So today I did about half my laps breathing on the right side and half alternating sides.

But the point is, out of the several people at the pool this morning (a couple of whom I thought looked really sleek), the lifeguard told me that I'm obviously the serious swimmer. Nice.

Weekly Recap

I meant to go swimming yesterday morning and this morning. However, Thursday night I was all buzzing with nervous energy because I had a work meeting on Friday morning at which I would be the only representative from our law firm for the very first time. I think I finally fell asleep at about 1:30, and I just couldn't get up at 6.

Then this morning I was lazy because I need to go into work soon and will probably be there for at least 6 or 7 hours. Plus, tomorrow morning I have a meeting at church at 8:15. Today was the only morning I could sleep in for a bit, so I did.

However, since I set my exercise bar relatively low, I succeeded in meeting my goals this week. My goal is to exercise 3 times per week for at least 30 minutes - which I did. Monday I walked to and from work (60 min), Tuesday I swam (30 min), and Thursday I swam (35 min).

I know next week will be better simply because of how great I felt after swimming. Even though I am slow and more breathless than I would like while completing my laps, the endorphins are kicking in. I felt great on the two days I swam, so Monday morning I'll be at the pool. Next week my goal will be the same 3 times per week, but I'm going to see if I can get in 5 days of swimming. Oh and also wake up early enough that I'm not forced out of the pool by my schedule after only a half hour.

Swimaroo

I swam again this morning. Yesterday morning I rolled over after my alarm went off and didn't reset it and woke up an hour later. Then I thought, well maybe we'll have a work snow day since it's so icy and I can go swim anyway. I brought work home just in case. So I waited until the last possible second and finally got in the shower. When I got out, there was an email from my boss about 5 minutes after I got into the shower telling us we had a snow day. Sigh. Time was conspiring against me yesterday.

I went today, though, and swam 60 laps in 35 minutes. I can't believe how easily I get tired and how slow I am, and I haven't hit that point yet where I get a mad endorphin rush afterward, but I know that's coming. I just have to stick with it. So far I've gone swimming twice this week, which is 2 times more than I have in the past few months. And as far as my speed goes, I did consistently lap the guy I was sharing a lane with and almost kept pace with the really skinny girl in the next lane with the waterproof workout flip chart, which I assume indicates she's hardcore. So I've got that going for me.

Pretty New Suit

In an effort to inspire myself a few weeks ago, I bought a new swimsuit. This one, actually:
I already had a blue swim cap and a couple of beach towels with lots of blue. Blue seems to be my swimming color lately (although red has had its time in the sun as well). I even bought some new blue flip-flops at Old Navy a couple weeks ago.

The suit is the Speedo Quantum Spliced Superpro, and I want to give it a shout out because it's the only training suit I've felt comfortable wearing for a really long time. See, my long torso means that swimming is a never ending struggle to not have a wedgie. Speedo makes one suit in long torso. It's a total grandma suit and comes in black or navy with padded boobs. SEXY!

Normally training suit fabric is not stretchy at all, and when it does start to stretch that's when you know you need to buy a new suit because the elastic is going and pretty soon there will be random transparent spots all over the suit where the elastic has disappeared completely. But the fabric on this suit is just stretchy enough that it stays on, while stretching longer to fit my body. I can't tell you how thrilled I was to come out of a flipturn yesterday morning and A) not have a wedgie, and B) not have the front pulled down to the middle of my breasts to compensate for the other end staying in place.

Can I Get A "Woot Woot"?!

I did it! I went to the gym this morning and I swam. Granted, I got there about 20 minutes later than I had planned and could only swim for a half hour, but I did it. It's the first time I've been to the gym since - um - I don't really know. November?

I am embarrassingly out of shape. Sigh.

In my absence, the Y decided to refurbish the locker rooms that go straight to the pool. So we now have to use the rec center locker rooms (which until this morning I didn't know existed), which are down the stairs and around the corner from the lobby and the pool. Which means instead of being able to rinse off (per RI Department of Health regulation) and walk right into the pool area via a door from the locker room showers, we have to gather up all our swimming paraphernalia and walk all the way back up the stairs, past the lobby and through another entrance to the pool altogether.

So now, I just put my coat and bag in the locker, change into flip flops, and walk to the pool, fully clothed and carrying my towel, goggles and swim cap. The Department of Health will just have to deal because, while I've gotten over my whole "appearing at the pool in a swimsuit" issues, I have not quite made it to the place where I feel comfortable walking through the Y and past the lobby in only my swimsuit.

While I was gathering my things together a wet woman in a swimsuit walked into the locker room and I asked her how long the locker rooms had been under construction. She said, "Oh, about 4 weeks. 4 weeks of 12, they say." I said, "And I guess I just gave away how long it's been since I've made it to the gym."

Seriously Lacking Motivation

Last night I was reading Such A Pretty Fat* and felt totally inspired to wake up this morning and go to the gym. Yes, I was! I had my workout clothes laid out and my work bag packed so that I could maximize sleeping, go to the gym and still make it to work on time.

Only then the alarm went off at 6 and I rolled over for a couple more minutes only I forgot to reset the alarm and then I woke up at 7. Sigh.

I need some motivation. I wish I had a workout buddy because then I would know that she would show up at the gym and I wouldn't be there and I would be wracked with guilt. I'm trying to find that inner motivation that I had last year, but I think it likes warmer weather and is dormant in the winter.

I can say I'm going to go to the gym and plan and prepare, but until I work up the wherewithal to pull my bum out of bed in the early morning, nothing is going to change. I did walk to work in 18 degree weather so that's something.

* Jason asked me last night why I only read fat girl losing weight books lately. I tried to explain to him it's because that's where my head is right now. I feel pretty good, honestly, but I'm in this eternal struggle to lose 20-25 more pounds. I know what I need to do, and reading about other people's successes and failures is inspiring and makes me feel like I'm not in this alone. Maybe it would help if I had more chubby girlfriends who were also trying to lose weight. Must work on finding some of those.

Spectacular Finish!

I finished Phase 1 of South Beach by going off of Phase 1 one day early. Jason's parents were in town this weekend and we went out to eat on Saturday at the Cheesecake Factory. I had a salad and wanted some cheesecake. Actually, it was my first meal of the day at 4 PM so I didn't feel too bad about that. We just hemmed and hawed about what to do until finally it was early afternoon and none of us were showered and dressed, but we were hungry!

I got the Tiramisu cheesecake and ate a little less than half of it. Let me tell you, my head was buzzing. Literally. I felt kind of loopy and could hear this high-pitched buzzing. Yeah.

Since then I've eaten a couple of slices of whole wheat bread, the rest of the cheesecake and a slice of sweet potato pie (which I have tweaked until it's basically just a baked sweet potato in crust) so my sensitivity to the sugar has died down. But that was sure an interesting wake-up call as to how sugar affects me.

Now the in-laws are gone, and I'm back on plan. Since I'm now on Phase 2, I had a piece of whole wheat bread with natural, no-sodium peanut butter for breakfast, but I'm not planning on having any more grains or sugars for the rest of the day.

Now if I could just get my bum to the gym. This is my Achilles heel this year. I just can't seem to do it and I need to work on that. Maybe watching The Biggest Loser tonight will inspire me to pack my swim bag and get up at 6 AM tomorrow.

Day...Um...Day 11

I seriously just had to look at a calendar to figure out what day I was on. Apparently South Beach isn't cramping my style too much if I'm not counting down the days to the end of Phase 1.

Last night I did have a small dish of chopped fruit. Some friends invited us over and she wanted to make us dessert. "Do you guys like chocolate?" she asked. I told her that oh, yes, we love chocolate. However, I'm not eating sugar right now (didn't feel the need to go into the whole rah rah South Beach thing). I assured her that whatever she made for them would be wonderful and I would not be bothered at all. Also, if Jason found out that he could have gotten chocolate and I put the kibosh on it, I would have been in serious trouble.

So we show up and our friend pulls out a lovely chocolate cake and...a bowl of chopped fruit for me. I just could not turn up my nose at such a sweet gesture. So I ate some, and it was yummy, and they also had milk, which I drank because I love milk and it is SB-approved. Hopefully the two combined made her feel like she was an excellent hostess for the evening. Because she was.

I still haven't been back to the gym because, I don't know if you've heard, but it's freakin' cold outside right now. I'm doing good to pull myself out of bed in time to make my bus, let alone hauling my bum to the gym.

I'm still down 6.6 pounds. I think this is probably about where I will be until I start exercising again. 6.6 pounds in less than 2 weeks is a-ok with me.

Sugarette

This morning on my way into work I was listening to a podcast interview with Dr Scott Olson, author of Sugarettes. The premise of his book is an analogy between the addictive qualities of sugar and cigarettes. He encourages us to think of sugar (and other things that go into your system the same way, such as most carbohydrates) as addictive. I haven't read his book, but based on the interview, I couldn't agree with him more.

When I was 13, my parents and I met with a nutritionist and were put on diabetic diets, with the mandate to cut out white flour and white sugar and to eat within the diabetic exchange system. The premise behind this particular nutritional approach was that refined sugar goes into your system and reacts the same way as alcohol. So does refined flour. Your body becomes used to that influx and begins to crave it, which is why you go through withdrawal when you stop eating it. At least I do. When I have been eating a lot of refined carbs and then I cut them out, I feel headachey and awful for a day or two, but then I come out the other side feeling a million times better than when I was eating the refined carbs.

Dr. Olson mentioned a mouse study where they fed the mice diets highly based on sugar and then removed the sugar from the diets (I'm sure he mentions it in his book too and there is probably a cite there). The mice exhibited increased aggressiveness, trembling and other signs of withdrawal for a short period. After the withdrawal period, they were fine. However, and this is what is key for me I think, when they reintroduced sugar to the diets, the mice completely binged, much as someone who is a sober alcoholic falls off the wagon hard when he or she drinks again. That sounds so familiar. If I limit myself to a little bit of sugar very occasionally, then I can keep my intake under control. However, as I just demonstrated in the final months of 2008, when I give myself license to eat what I want, I overindulge and wind up gaining weight, feeling awful, and exactly where I was before I started limiting my carbs.

Basically, I understand where the mice are coming from and I think it's interesting that the biological craving never really goes away, it's just a matter of being in control of it.

Day 8

-6 pounds

I'm still feeling great. For whatever reason I'm not getting bored with Phase 1 of South Beach this time around and I'm not finding it hard to do. I think it's because I'm making an effort to make my food as interesting as possible. Last time I had a lot of lunches that consisted of chicken breast and homemade tomato sauce. While that tasted great the first 3 or 4 times, after that I was so bored that I didn't want to eat at all.

This time I'm making great stews and tenderloin in the crock pot and getting more adventurous with spices and oils. It's definitely making this a more feasible way to live for the next week. Then I get to eat fruit again. Yay! I'm planning to make it to next Monday on Phase 1, but Jason's parents are coming into town this weekend and I don't know where we'll wind up for meal times. We may go to this French place Jason and I like and they have aMAzing bread. But you only get 1 piece usually so it may not be too bad if I indulge

Also, I went to the doctor this morning for my annual check-up because I'm making an attempt to act like a grown up who actually does things like have an annual check-up and my blood pressure is 110/70. Woo! However, my heart rate was 75 bpm. I had just been walking around the office, so my resting heart rate is probably in the 60s. Over the summer I had a low of 48 and that felt pretty cool so it's definitely time to get back to the gym and get my heart all super healthy again.

Day 5

For the record, I'm holding steady at -4 pounds. Those other 10 that I gained before December 31 may take a little more effort. I might have to start exercising and stuff.

However, I feel awesome. A few years ago I started taking antidepressants. I had a very understanding professor who let me postpone handing in a final paper because she had dealt with something similar. One day I was talking with her and I described the moment when the meds started working as "coming out of a fog." I honestly remember that very moment when suddenly I connected with the world around me. I was halfway through law school and wished more than anything else I could redo the first year and a half without being in a daze. Suddenly the things the teachers were saying made sense and I started participating in class without being specifically called on. I had the energy to be more assertive and even restarted an organization that had gone defunct. I got my first honest-to-goodness A that semester. In Tax Law. Yes, I realize that makes me a freak.

And that's how I feel today. Like I'm coming out of a fog. I got through the initial cravings of the first few days and now I feel physically great and mentally alert.

Yesterday I went to a (really boring) continuing legal education class. They provided a breakfast of many pastries. Before I went, I ate some mushroom and feta bake for breakfast, had a sugar-free hot chocolate at the class because it was FREEZING in there, and brought almonds as a snack. The lunch they served was baked macaroni and cheese, salad, and sandwiches and wraps. I loaded up my plate with salad, and pulled apart a couple of sandwiches to eat the meat inside.

And I did not come close to falling asleep at all. Usually at these things I am struggling hard to stay awake. Yesterday, I was alert through the whole thing. I still feel that way. No carb crashing at all.

The best part is how I feel like my brain is firing on all cylinders. I've felt kind of cloudy for the last few weeks and have seen it reflected in my job performance and my memory. For the past couple of days, I have been on the ball! I've felt totally in control of the cases I'm handling and can recall details on the fly that I know would have been just out of my mental grasp a week or so ago.

The ironic thing is, I was just listening to a Fitness Rocks podcast this morning that talked about a study on brain function in people who are on a low-carb versus a low-fat diet. They found a decrease in certain memory capacities for the people on the low-carb diet. I would argue that I have experienced the opposite and that I have felt similarly when I cut carbs in the past. Granted, I haven't cut my carbs down to below 20g like the people in the study, but the last couple of days have been around 30g, which isn't a huge difference.

I do think that everyone has to find a food plan that works for them, and for me that seems to be lower-carb, higher-protein.

Also, I got my new swimsuit and it's super cute (you know, as much as a Speedo can be) and I'm going to swim on Tuesday (because I have an appointment at 7 AM on Monday and I am not going to the Y at 5 AM).

SBD Day 2

Wow, my body does not like the carbs. Or mass amounts of the carbs anyway. I've lost 4 pounds since yesterday morning, says my scale.

Last night I made a Mushroom and Feta Breakfast Casserole from Kalyn's Kitchen, one of the best sources I have found for interesting and tasty Phase 1 recipes. I sliced it up into 8 servings and brought 1 for breakfast this morning. I am a huge fan of both mushrooms and feta so of course I thought it was fabulous.

I made Jason and I sesame salmon and veggies for dinner last night. I forgot how much I love fresh vegetables and just simple, unprocessed food. Duh. I hate how I forget these things when all I'm eating is chocolate and cookies.

Anyway, the salmon was very simple: just saute in a little sesame oil and sprinkle with some garlic powder. Finish with some toasted sesame seeds. For the veggies, I sauteed celery, scallions, bok choy, broccoli and water chestnuts in a little sesame oil and then sprinkled some soy sauce on toward the end. I probably cooked the vegetables for a total of 10 minutes and they were still crisp and flavorful.

I'm working the hardest at Goal #3, planning ahead, because when I plan, the healthy eating falls into place. For example, on Sunday while I was canning some apple butter (no sugar added), I washed and chopped the celery, bok choy and scallions. Then I scooped some peanut butter into a couple of tiny containers and made a couple of baggies of celery sticks for snacks. I also started some black beans hydrating, and I'm going to cook those up tonight.

Yesterday I had 60 g of carbs and 140 g of protein. I walked home from work and today I walked to work and plan to walk home. Progress is being made.

True Confessions

Alright, I'm going to be honest. I lost 17 pounds in 2008. I gained 14 of them back by December 31.

I believe I did something shockingly similar in 2007.

I don't know what it's going to take for me to not sabotage 9 months of hard work in the last 3 months of the year, but something has got to change. Oh, I know, maybe all of that "Just one little this" and "A taste of that" throughout the months of October to December isn't helping. Maybe.

Today I started Phase One of the South Beach Diet again in an effort to have some rigid guidelines to stick to. Jason thinks it's bad when I go to extremes, cutting out sugar and, for the next couple of weeks, carbs. But he doesn't understand that this is how I work. I need limits, or else I give myself way too much leeway. One cookie becomes 15 (that was Friday. I walked home Friday with an awful stomach ache because of cookies. How dumb am I?)

Also, Jason? Not the pinnacle of health and fitness that you might think.

I began today fully intending to walk to and from work, but it's a giant ice slick outside. I made it about 4 blocks and after nearly falling 5 or 6 times, I decided to hop on the bus after all. Maybe it will be more mushy and less icey out by the time I leave tonight.

I'm trying to get more motivated about exercising. I've had a sore throat for about 5 days and that's not helping matters. It's a sick type of sore throat - the kind that hurts when you swallow and makes me feel like chopping off my head when I first wake up in the morning because it's been so long since I've had any water. Usually sore throats like this evolve into a full-on head cold after a couple of days, but so far, no cold. Just a sore throat. Which is annoying and makes me not feel quite up to snuff.

Tomorrow morning I'll do Pilates and try to walk to work again. Once I get my new swimsuit I'm going to get it together and get back in the pool.

I can't even express how frustrating it is to start yet another new year back at square one.

Goals

I'm discovering that I'm really good at giving myself an excuse to celebrate. So I celebrated New Years with food. Wheeee!

I just got a great email from my sister-in-law (hi, Sarah!) who reminded me how awesome you feel when you get all of the junk out of your system and get past the cravings. It's really hard to remember when the dark chocolate-dipped cookies in the office kitchen are calling my name.

So here are some concrete, fo' real goals that I'm beginning on Monday, January 5, 2009.

Goal 1
Exercise for 30 minutes, 3-5 days a week. I'm being realistic here because I know some weeks I will barely get to the gym 3 times and other weeks I will be there 6 times and probably walk to and from work and do a Pilates DVD on the side. But my minimum should be 3 days. I just set a goal for myself on SparkPeople to work out for 10,000 minutes this year, which means I will need to average a little more than 200 minutes a week. Last year I had the goal of 10,300 minutes based on some crazy math that I did around June, and in September I was well on my way to reaching and surpassing that goal. However, the last quarter of 2008 was not good exercise-wise and I didn't make it. Boo!

Last week I ordered myself a new swimsuit, which is always good inspiration to get back in the pool, and I am psyched. I am not psyched about showing up at the pool again weighing several pounds more than I did the last time I was there. And yes, I realize I am the only one who knows that, but I feel like I was doing so well and then I got off track and then I got wildly crazily lost in the woods off track. So I guess I'm just kind of embarrassed about it all and mad at myself for letting my weight get back to this point. Sometimes I just want to give up and let the M&Ms take over.

Goal 2
Step away from the simple carbohydrates. I have already said this ad nauseum, so I'll just restate it quickly. No white sugar or white flour except for a splurge day once a month. 150 g of protein a day and less than 100 g of carbs per day (with a little wiggle room when those carbs come from good things like fruit, because unlike Dr. Atkins and Dr. Agatston I think fruit is right and good)

Goal 3:
Plan ahead. My downfall is when I don't prepare food the night before and show up at work not really knowing what I'm going to eat for breakfast or lunch. There aren't a lot of dining options in downtown Providence and I'm limited to not very good things for the girl who is trying to eat well. Just 20-30 minutes the night before and I can have everything tucked away in a bunch of little containers ready to go to work with me in the morning.

So that's what I've got planned for Monday morning. Exciting, yes?

That Withdrawaly Feeling

I feel like poo. Part of this is because of the whole TOM thing because while I do, in fact, enjoy being a girl, sometimes the girlyness kind of sucks and gives me migraines and such.

However, I think part of the reason I'm feeling bad is honest to goodness withdrawal. Yesterday I had no sugar, no refined carbs of any kind and no caffeine. Although my caffeine intake was only about 1 can of Diet Dr. Pepper a day, my sugar intake equaled several mini peanut butter cups, a few cookies, maybe a brownie, and a slice of Panettone with ice cream. Then we have all the bread and crackers I've been eating, usually with some sort of delectable cheese on top.

Yesterday on my walk home from work I listened to a podcast talking about the insulin spikes from refined carbs and it's no wonder I'm feeling yucky. I've been flying on a carbohydrate high for the past couple of months. Now I have crashed to the earth. But I know it's a much kinder, more even-keeled way to be generally.

Today I'm just trying to make it through work and keep my head from exploding.

Why

I was just having a "Why, oh why" moment, as in "Why, oh why do I keep gaining back the weight?" or "Why, oh why did I gain 6 pounds in a week and a half?" when I realized the answers to my own questions.

So, two reasons: 1) PMS is happening. In all honesty, I probably did not gain 6 pounds in a week and a half; 2) Like everyone else in the world - emotional eating. Mint M&M's and frozen custard and brie make me happy. Literally. And help me to ignore the glaring issues in front of me. Apparently in my head I think it's better to keep things inside rather than feel a feeling that if discovered may hurt someone else's feelings and leave me wracked with guilt. Because that's how I operate. However, as I relearned, keeping things inside only makes my stomach hurt and also makes me really, really want something tasty and maybe a little salty sweet. Chocolate-dipped pretzel, anyone?

Jason drives me crazy with his logic sometimes, but sometimes it's what I need to hear and he's very good at pointing out that making myself ill isn't helping anyone. So there was some drama. I think he would have preferred there be no drama, but I keep it in and then explode.

But at least my stomach didn't hurt anymore.

Scary

I stepped on the scale this morning. Not good. I keep sabotaging myself during the last 3 months of the year and it's really starting to tick me off. It starts with my birthday in October and I just go on a birthday/holiday celebration extravaganza. I wind up gaining back almost everything it took me the first 9 months of the year to lose.

Although I was planning on starting the good eating on the 1st with the rest of the entire country, I started today instead. I'm back to my old plan: at least 150 g of protein, less than 100 g of carbs and no refined sugar or flour. I'm also going to try the monthly splurge day thing again, which worked really well a couple of years ago. I give myself one splurge day a month during which I can eat whatever I want. I found that after just a couple of months, my tolerance for sugar-filled foods had decreased a lot and I didn't want to "splurge" so much after all. I still have some mint M&M's in a cupboard at home, but they will have to wait until January 31.

I walked to work today and will be walking home and then walking to the store a mile away. That will be 6 miles of walking today, which is good. It helps that it's a casual day at work and I'm in jeans and sneakers.

I downloaded a bunch of fitness podcasts to my iPod to listen to on my walks, which are inspirational, particularly shows like Livin' La Vida Low Carb, where the host has on both experts and average folks extolling the virtues of doing things low carb. I realize 100 g is not "low" carb, but it's lower than the 200-300 g that is my norm when I'm not paying attention.

Today is my day one. Again.

I'm starting to realize that this is never going to stop. I am always, always going to have food and weight issues. Sigh.