Archive for July, 2009



Ok granted, when you’re on a diet you really shouldn’t be hitting McDonalds. But sometimes you just have to eat and unfortunately the only thing within a five mile radius is the dreaded ‘Mickey D’s’. And if you happen to forget your Weight Watchers points book at home…well, things could go to hell in a handbasket real fast.

BUT there is hope! Recently I stumbled upon a really nifty contraption on the McDonalds web site while looking for the nutritional information for the snackwrap I had eaten earlier that day. It’s a Nutrition Calculator. Simply click on the “Category” under which your meal falls (for example, Lunch/Dinner Sandwiches, Beverages, whatever), then scroll through the picturesque options until you find what you’ve eaten (or want to eat if you’re actually planning a trip to the Mc-Joint) and drag the picture of each item you’ve eaten (or about to eat) to your tray below. Immediately the full nutritional information for each item pops up in the box to the right! And voila! You can calculate your points!

Totally McCool if you ask me.

Oh and by the way, a grilled chicken snack wrap with Mediterranean ‘sauce’ is 5 points.

And it’s PUNY.



I figured I should share my overall game plan for those of you who are following along. I find that giving myself a goal, a reward and a way to get there helps me stay on target. So for all you post-pregger-ladies out there (and those gals who just want to lose the belly in general), here is Buddha Belly’s game plan:


Obviously my goal is too lose an incredible amount of post-baby weight. But for every weight-loss-seeking gal out there I’m sure there’s that one piece of clothing that you are just dying to wear without having to suck in your stomach, wear a girdle underneath or feel incredibly self-conscious. For me, that one piece of clothing is my beloved new PUMA shirt.

Puma shirt

The Beloved-but-Stupidly-Purchased PUMA Shirt

See, I had bought this shirt about a month or so after having given birth to Baby Boy. I think I was delirious or something. I mean, granted I had bought the shirt in size XL but, seriously?   PUMA seems to think that an XL person has a 27 inch waist and jogs half a mile every day.   In the real world, an XL PUMA shirt is a Medium at best. So when I tried the shirt on and the Buddha belly stretched through the middle of the shirt, as much as I loved the colour and style on me, anyone with half a brain would have accepted the fact that it didn’t fit and put the damn thing back. But oh no, not me. I had to buy the shirt with the delusion that “in a few weeks I’ll be able to wear it, no problem“.

It’s now four months later and I still can’t wear the bloody thing.  It’s tucked into the darkest depths of my drawer, hoping, praying that one day I will wear it again without looking like I’m still nine months pregnant.

So long story short. That’s my goal. To lose 30 pounds and to be able to wear that beautiful Tiffany-blue PUMA shirt with my chin held high (and looking mighty damn good in it too!)


The husband will either kill me or divorce me. One or the other. But I’m getting myself this reward anyhow. This is my struggle and my journey and so I get to chose my reward dagnabit!

My reward for losing all 30 pounds (AND being able to fit into my Puma shirt) is to get 2 TATTOOS to go along with my others.

Now, the reason the husband will kill me is that he hates tattoos. I mean he loathes them. He hates the tattoos I already have. Always has. And he thinks that now that I have a child I should grow up and forget all about tattoos and piercings etc etc etc.

Pfffft…yah, OK.

The two tattoos that I will be getting as my reward are:

1. a silhouette of a charging bull on my lower back (I’m a Taurus and I’m stubborn and determined…it’s a perfect fit I think)


2. my Baby Boy’s name done in paint brush strokes either across or down the back of my neck.


You already pretty much know my plan to lose the weight but here’s a recap with a bit more detail:

DIET: WEIGHT WATCHERS For those of you who aren’t aware of Weight Watchers…if you’ve seen the TV commercials with the fuzzy orange monster running around tempting women with food — that’s it. The basic premise of WW is that based on your height, weight, etc. you have a certain amount of “points” that you are allowed to consume daily, with an extra 35 points for the week for when you overindulge, etc.  And every morsel of food or beverage that you put in your mouth has a points value. So the premise is that you choose not just the right foods and beverages so that you stay within your points range, but that you choose the right AMOUNT of food and beverages also. Now, you can still have that piece of cake. You can still have that glass of wine. You just have to decide if it’s worth the points at that particular point in your day or week. So what WW does is train you to eat the right amount of the right foods and generally make the right choices.

LOVE it.

EXERCISE: A combination of Baby & Me Fitness classes (Stroller Fit (a la stroller), AquaFit (a la water), TurboFit  (aerobics & strenght training) and ‘Booty Hop’ (hip hop dance classes & strength training)) and Karate (I’m going to attempt to hit the Dojo at least twice a week, if not three times a week. But twice a week at minimum)

So there you have it! My buh-by-Buddha-belly-game plan. The plan may change a bit as time goes on (I may add on to my fitness regimen or my daily points range may decrease as my weight decreases) but nevertheless a plan will be in place to get me to my goal, get me my new tattoos and get me into my damn PUMA shirt!!! (not to mention all my other pre-pregnancy clothes that I’m too scared to pull out for fear of launching me into depression).

Wave that checkered flag cause this Buddha belly is rolling on people!!!

STATS (as of July 23)

BUST: 36   (argh. There’s nothing worse than losing weight where you need it!)

WAIST: 37.5   (an inch and a half baby! Yeeeeah!)

HIPS: 39

WEIGHT: 149.0  (well, one pound is better than nothing right?)

BODY FAT %: 31.6 (hmmm now that’s a bit odd isn’t it? how do you lose inches and weight but increase fat???  PMS perhaps?)


Ok, so first off my plan of attack didn’t go so well today. My original plan was to take baby boy and the pooch for a power walk in the morning, get some work at the computer done and out of the way and then go to karate later this evening.

Well kind of got sidetracked with cleaning the condo, making pediatrician appointments (baby boy has a bad cough and cold) and arguing with the husband about going to the dentist appointment I had made for him. I did manage to finish a few schedules and make a few phone calls in addition to the one to the pediatrician. (Which, by the way, is scheduled for Wednesday morning which totally sucks because that’s supposed to be my “Turbo Fit” aerobics class day. Argh. Ah well, baby boy’s health comes first) But the power walk kind of fell by the wayside. And when the thought finally crossed my mind later in the afternoon it had begun to rain. Oh well, I had good intentions right?  Does perspiring while cleaning your home count as a workout? I swear to God, I think that I’m the only person alive who actually perspires while she’s dusting and cleaning the bathroom. And I don’t mean a “whew! It’s a lil’ warm in here” kind of perspire. I mean a “Holy Crap can someone crank the air conditioning???” kind of perspire. I don’t know what it is…maybe I’m cleaning too quickly for my own good? Maybe I’m not cut out to clean my own home? Regardless, the embarrassment level has just jumped to a point 8 out of 10.

Back to my day. So this evening I did manage to drag my butt to karate. And, well, put it this way…I have no idea how I am going to pick up baby boy tomorrow let alone climb out of bed. I hurt that much. See, while I had figured that tonight would be a somewhat simple drills and katas kind of night at the Dojo. Ohhhhh no. Tonight was all about conditioning.

Great! Wonderful!

IF you’re actually in some sort of shape.

If you’re totally lacking muscle and stamina like I am, conditioning is a bloody nightmare.

Here’s just a taste of what I went through. At one point we did an exercise where you hold the ends of 7 pound dumbbells with the tips of your fingers. Now when I say the tips, I mean that the tips of your fingers cannot curl under the edge of the end of the dumbbell. You have to hold the dumbbell up with merely the tips of your fingers. Oh and that’s not all. You have to ever-so-excruciatingly-slowly take stances (or what would seem like baby steps to you I suppose) across the length of the entire Dojo holding the dumbbell’s in each hand that way. And do the length of the Dojo three times. And when you finished that, you had to do it all over again but with each step you had to LIFT the dumbbells straight up in front of you slowly and then lower.

Apparently this kind of conditioning was done way back in the day with a big ceramic jar filled with sand with the tips of your fingers holding it up by its lip. I truly don’t know what kind of jackass comes up with this crap. There’s some kind of Japanese name for this type of conditioning which totally escapes me at the moment but whatever the Japanese name is I’m sure it translates into “*&^%$#@! painful”.

So that was just the beginning. You can just imagine how the rest of the class went, which included suicide runs, performing 50 roundhouses on each leg, 50 front kicks on each leg, never-ending push ups and on and on and on.

Here’s the weird thing: At one point during the weight lifts Renshi asked me if I wanted a lesser weight. I’m positive that the look of anguish on my face probably gave him the hint that I was struggling. And I’m sure that Renshi meant well, but for some reason his comment really got me angry. My blood boiled, my face turned red, I stuck up my chin and I looked at him straight in the eye and said,

“If I start to cry, you can offer me a lesser weight. Until then I have to push it out”.

Even as the words left my lips I was, for a brief moment, shocked that they were my own. I completely surprised myself tonight. A mere few weeks ago I would have gladly accepted the lesser weights and most likely been crying in a corner at some point but here I was, sweating, grunting and muscles shaking unsteadily but CHALLENGING MYSELF. Daring myself to take it one step further. Telling myself that I can do this! I did it before and I can do it again!

And I did. I made it through the class alive. I was in pain and out of breath, but I was still in one piece and feeling unbelievably empowered…

…until I got in my car to go home.

Dudes, it hurt to DRIVE.

BUDDHA BELLY: 0          ABS: 2


If your belly is bigger than your breasts it’s time to do some crunches…It’s too bad that no one has invented a “push-up” bra that pushes your belly fat up into your chest to give you double Ds and a slim waistline.


STROLLER FIT (Stroll-er-ft) noun: a form of post-pregnancy exercise wherein the unsuspecting mother pushes her baby in a stroller at top speed along park paths and up/down a few steep hills and stairs for good measure and including the occasional bout of aerobics and strength training on the grass just in case the mother wasn’t exhausted enough.

STROLLER FIT THOUGHT OF THE DAY (while running uphill with the stroller for the third time): “Whoever designed jogging strollers obviously never pushed one up a hill…do they know how *&^%$#@! heavy this thing is???”

COOL STROLLER FIT THINGY OF THE DAY: keyboard player from the Barenaked Ladies strolled past my Stroller Fit group while we did push-ups off a park bench and our babies bawled on the sidelines. Ok, granted he’s not the most popular member of the band, but still — could he pick a more unflattering day to walk by me???

NOT-SO-COOL STROLLER FIT THINGY OF THE DAY: Almost ran over a Beau Mastiff as I was catching up with my group across the grass. ‘Ever see a motorcycle that has plowed into the back of a transport truck? Yah, that would have been me with my stroller.

BUDDHA BELLY: 0          ABS: 1


Had lunch with a bunch of my gal pals this afternoon at Jack Astors. I have 2 new favourite food items at that place. One is the artichoke, goat cheese and spinach dip with Tortilla chips — so delish that it’s well worth the 5 point value. The other is the “Chopstick Salad” — salad, red peppers, cranberries, spicy pecans, grilled chicken breast, won-tons and sesame dressing. Here’s the thing — you have to skip the won-tons because even without them this incredible salad is still a good 15 – 20 points (depending on whether you have the dressing on the side or not…I chose to let them dress it so it came out to be a whopping 20 points!!!) Very worth the points and extremely filling though. I’ll just have to remember to dress it myself next time. I was really tempted to have a coffee but wanted to save whatever points I had for a healthy dinner later on.

By the end of the day I wound up over my daily points range by 13…not good when I have a BBQ to go to on Sunday but it just means that I’ll have to be conscious from this point forward.

Oh, and while running errands tonight the husband, baby boy and I discovered a new Gelato Cafe that just opened up down the street from our place. As if I didn’t have to exercise willpower enough with the Starbucks down the street and around the corner, now THIS? Argh. I told the husband that he should post a notice behind the Gelato counter with a picture of my face and a caption that reads “Do Not Feed the Italian Gelato or anything else from this establishment“.

Tomorrow I don’t have a Baby and Me Fitness class (at least not until August when I start AquaFit anyhow) so my plan of attack is to go for a power stroll with baby boy and the pooch in the morning, catch up on some work in the afternoon and then go to my karate class later that evening.

If I can feel my legs that is.


So this weekend has been one big giant bust. And I totally admit that it was all due to my incredible lack of willpower.

I’ve been so good all week limiting myself to salads (albeit tasty ones, not your run-of-the-mill lettuce and tomato salads, but hey, they’re salads nevertheless) and good sources of protein, etc. But once Friday hit my good sense went out the window (and fell into the path of a mac track, got flattened and slid into a nearby sewer drain where it drowned in sewage…yup, it’s been THAT BAD).

Friday afternoon wasn’t all that bad in terms of the diet. I met up with my gal pal and her four month old son for baby boy’s play-date and since the boys can’t really do much in terms of socializing just yet and the weather didn’t promise to hold out for a casual stroll, she and I rolled into our fave Greek restaurant for a late lunch. I ordered chicken souvlaki (on a stick, not on the bun) with salad and roasted potatoes. Well over my points value for the day but I tried to eat more of the salad and less of the carbs. Oh, and I suppose I should admit to partaking in some Saganaki…but hey, I only ate half of it that’s gotta count for something right???

*sigh* ok fine, I totally screwed myself with the Saganaki.

But Friday evening was the tip of the iceberg. By the time the husband, baby boy and I stepped out the door to get some air after what seemed like a million errands I was starved. The husband was starved. And instead of putting our noggins together and attempting to come up with a healthy late dinner plan we wound up at Kraft Burger at Yonge and Bloor, stuffing our faces with burgers and fries. Oh I know that’s horrible but it doesn’t end there folks, on our way back to the parking lot we passed by a crepe restaurant in trendy Yorkville…

…then backed up and went in…

…then had crepes…

…nutella with banana crepes…

…and a cappuccino…

Oh, the HORROR!!!

So Friday was a wash. And although I knew that on Saturday I would have a “high tea” to attend to celebrate conjoined family birthdays, I really truly thought I could get back on track.

Yah…not so much.

For some odd reason I thought that “high tea” consisted of nothing but tea and little triangle sandwiches and scones. And perhaps in normal circles this is the case. But not this high tea. This one did have the standard triangle sandwiches and scones but it also had chocolates and cupcakes and pastries and…need I go on?

I really wanted to stay on track. I did. I desperately wanted to stick with the triangle sandwiches and the tiny plate of vegetables and dip but the mini cupcakes and the eclairs and the chocolates called to me…BECKONED ME to indulge in all their sweetness. And, seriously, who can pass up mini cupcakes from Cupcake Lane?

So now I’m home after having literally rolled in the door and feeling incredibly guilty and…well…FULL. I know, I know, I shouldn’t beat myself up over this little major setback and surprisingly, I’m not! I feel guilty, yes. I regret my overindulgence, yes. But I’m actually going to take this guilt and regret and am going to use it as motivation to start all over tomorrow with a fresh mindset regarding my food intake, new energy for my fitness regimen, new determination to lose the belly…

…and a brand new set of flex points!!!