Happy new year to all of you!  Later this month, I'll share photos from my 2 year journey on this program. Wow, two years! Meanwhile, I'm back home from my holidays in Florida.
Christmas in Punta Gorda, FL
Dorothy said it best "there's no place like home" and I was never so happy to be home as I was on Saturday night. It took 3 hours to get to the Chicopee exit from Worcester on I-90; I ran smack into the snow storm on the way home from Providence airport. There were long periods of time when I couldn't see anything and finally, 15 miles from my exit, I found apace to pull over and remove ice from my window wipers. I was shaking so bad, I stayed there for about a half-hour before driving again. I stopped 3 more times to remove ice before reaching my exit. That was the scariest driving experience of my life. I'm going to become an expert at reading weather reports; this will never happen to me again!
View from the plane landing in Providence. This should have been my warning not to drive home!
I started to write a blog from the airports on my way home, but I didn't get it posted, so here's what I wrote about airports and holiday foods...

Who knew Wendy serves breakfast? I certainly didn't. That was until I was at the Charlotte airport last week, waiting for my connecting flight, with just enough time to grab a bite to eat before boarding.
Wendy's egg, sausage, and cheese; hold the muffin please!
I was never a Wendy's fan, so I picked up coffee at one of those pastry places. I ignored the sweet things behind the glass counter and focused on just the coffee, then quickly moved to the line at Wendy's. I planned to order a couple bacon burgers, but I discovered they don't serve anything but breakfast food until 10 am. Breakfast at Wendy's? I didn't even know they made breakfast. I ordered an egg, sausage, and cheese sandwich and asked them to  hold the muffin. With my coffee and "sandwich" in hand, I had a seat in the area where we would be boarding and then gobbled up my sandwich. It was so delicious, I went back for a second one!

Earlier that morning, when I stepped on the plane in Fort Myers shortly after 6 am, I looked at the seat belt extensions sitting on a shelf for anyone who needed them at the front of the plane. I was happy to just breeze by; no need for them anymore! Gave them up about a year ago and I've never looked back. That was one of many experiences I'm happy to longer have to deal with when traveling.
No seat belt extension for me!
During my holidays in Florida I thought about my friends of the key hypnosis blog and the key hypnosis Facebook support group a lot, because I did a lot of cooking and even baked a few items. I don't usually have to deal with foods that I know many of you do because you cook for your families. I chose to bake a couple of times and when I did, I followed advice I remember hearing from some of you -- I washed my hands often to avoid tasting things I shouldn't.  

Nothing sweet to the lips was a familiar mantra while I was in the kitchen and when I was at parties. A soft voice in my head told me I needed to taste the batter, but I remembered the mantra and temptation melted as fast hot water to sugar. The moment passed. That's all it is really, a moment in time. A split-second decision; gone in an instant once you make a decision which direction you're going. But a taste of the spoon and that moment in time could have lasted for weeks. No thank you!

One party I went to had only one food on program, summer sausage. Everything else was either a carb, sugar, or both. I indulged in a cup of coffee while everyone had dessert. When we returned home, I had chicken salad I'd made the day before. The next night we had a party at our house and basically all I had was pepperoni, nothing else was on program. After the guests left, I helped clean up and called it an early night. The next morning I had a really big breakfast.

I don't find myself in these kinds of situations very often, where there isn't much control over the food options. I did the right thing by having something to eat at home after the first party, but I wish I had made something I could eat at the party at our house. At the end of the day I was hungry and I found it easier to go to sleep early that night than to fix something to eat, as we'd had a really long day. Next time, I will plan ahead. The host frowns upon people bringing anything to the party; she's an incredible cook (and baker) and she seems a bit insulted at this idea and I don't know her enough to explain myself. As it was, she wasn't happy that I brought seltzer with me, but when she found only tonic water in her cabinet, she agreed to add my seltzer to her vodka. Last year at her party I skipped the tonic water and had her add water to the vodka and I got a bit tipsy. That's not a good place to be when there's a table full of foods you don't want to eat.

In any case, I really do appreciate those of you who have families and deal with non-program foods all the time. I'm happy I was able to pass the tests of vacation in the various places I could have failed. As I said a few months ago, I own this program - it's mine! I'm pleased to say I'm still on program and looking forward to another drop in size soon.

How about the rest of you? What did you do to take care of yourself during the holidays? I'd love to hear what great tricks you put into play to stay on program!
Catherine wrote this question about eggs on "Maintenance" . . .
I'm confused on the egg issue. Is an egg the same as meat, or do you have to have meat with an egg?  
Also, Julie said we would be introduced to oatmeal. I would assume I would have meat and then have oatmeal in the amount of a vegetable. Any help would be appreciated.
While surfing the web this morning, I found Jack Sh*t Getting Fit and his hilarious blog entry "Every Time a Bell Rings, An Angel Loses a Pound". I may work on my own version of this for next year. Meanwhile, I want to share this with all of you. Enjoy!

Every Time a Bell Rings, An Angel Loses a Pound

Once upon a time, there was a guy named Jack Sh*tley who had lost a tremendous amount of weight over the course of a couple of years. However, Jack still wasn’t very happy with the progress he was making.

Then one snowy night, he was jogging along across the Sh*tford Falls bridge when the figure of an older gentleman came plummeting down past him and into the freezing, choppy water below./p>

KER-SPLASH!

“Help!” the man screamed pitifully. “Help! Help!”

“Hey,” yelled Jack. “Are you okay?”

“No,” yelled the old man. “Aren’t you going to jump in and save me?”

“Not so much,” answered Jack, fumbling with his phone. “I’m trying to call for help, but I can’t seem to find 9-1-1 in my Contacts.”

“For Heaven’s sake,” said the old man, levitating up out of the water and onto the bridge. “You were supposed to jump in and save me so I can save you.”

“Save me?” asked Jack.

“My name is Clarence Goodbody,” said the man, bowing slightly. “I’m an angel.”

“You don’t have any wings,” noted Jack.

“Well, you don't have... um... a very good fashion sense,” snapped Clarence. “Anyway, I heard that your unhappy with the progress you’re making on your weight loss journey.”

“Yeah, I’m … hey how did you know about that?” asked Jack incredulously. “Do you have supernatural powers?”

“I read your blog, dumbass,” snorted Clarence. “You think we don’t have the internet in Heaven?”

“I guess I’ve been feeling a little disappointed in myself lately.”

“Well, I’ve come to give you a special gift,” smiled Clarence. “The gift of seeing what your world would be like if you hadn’t lost that weight.”

“I don’t need to see…”

“There, there,” smiled Clarence. “You don’t need to thank me.”

“I wasn’t thank… hey,” frowned Jack, whose body was ballooning up instantly. A button flew off his pants and his belly suddenly lapped out over his belt. A row of chins sprung up under his mouth like waves.

“I know you didn’t just do what I think you just did,” mumbled Jack.

“Look, can we go somewhere and talk about this?” asked Clarence. “My clothes are soaking wet and I’m freezing my angel ass off here.”

They made their way to a nearby restaurant and sat at the bar.

“I’m thinking of a flaming rum punch. No that’s not it…,” said Clarence to the waiter.  “Nachos! That’s it! Heavy on the guacamole and light on the jalepenos. Now off with you, my good lad...”

“Nachos?” snapped Jack. “I can’t eat nachos, you nutjob.”

“But look at yourself,” said Clarence. “Looks like you could eat an entire platter of them in one sitting.”

“Well, I used to eat a lot of stuff,” sneered Jack.

“And look at all the things you can do now,” smiled Clarence. “You can run for miles and miles.”

“And kilometers,” noted Jack.

“You can play games with your daughters and dart around in basketball games with the young dudes.”

“It’s great,” agreed Jack.

“You no longer shop in the Big and Fat and Tall shops.”

“I miss paying a premium for shoddily made duds,” nodded Jack.

“And your blog is read by lots of people,” said Clarence.

“Millions?”

Lots of people,” repeated Clarence. “And now I need you to do something for me, Jack.”

“What’s that, angel-boy?”

“I need you to run a mile,” said Clarence somberly. “You see, every time a mile is run, an angel gets his wings.”

“Are you sure about that?” asked Jack.

“Go, son,” said Jack, pushing Jack. “Run like the wind.”

“But… the nachos!”

“Run!”

Jack lumbered his large frame off the stool and headed out. The cold night wind slapped him across the face, but he started jogging toward the road. He was out of breath before his fourth footfall.

“Clarence! Clarence! Help me, Clarence!” Jack screamed out into the night sky. “Get me back! Get me back, I don't care what happens to me! Get me back to my old body! Help me Clarence, please! Please! I wanna run again. I wanna run again. Please, God, let me run again.

Suddenly, his wife Anita was shaking Jack's shoulder.

“Hey, Jack! Jack!” said Anita. “You all right? Hey, what's the matter?”

“Now get outta here, Bert, or I'll hit you again!” moaned Jack groggily. “Get outta here!”

“What the Sam hell you yellin' for, Jack?” asked Anita. “And why did I say ‘What the Sam hell’”?

“Anita?” smiled Jack. “Do you know me?”

Know you?” asked Anita incredulously. “Huh. You kiddin'? I’ve been yellin’ at you for 45 minutes to come help me fold the laundry - hey, you’re wearing your running shoes. Are you sure you're all right?”

“Ha, ha, ha, ha! I’m wearing my running shoes, Anita! My running shoes! Pisa’s petals... Pisa...,” exclaimed Jack, checking the pockets of his sweatpants. “They are! Anita, what do you know about that! Merry Christmas!”

And with that, Jack took off running down the street, yelling “Merry Christmas!” to all his stunned and surprised neighbors. He ran and ran and ran and ran.

And somewhere, above it all, Clarence got himself a fresh pair of wings.
I went back to Sarasota yesterday and this time I was persistent and by the end of the day I had a handful of new designer tops, pants, a light jacket, and even a purse! Woohoo-success at long last! And I didn't break the bank along the way either.
new top and jeans!
This top and jeans are a couple of my finds. The consignment store top was $7 and the designer jeans, which have an incredible embellished design along the seam (not visible in this photo) were brand new, marked down from $89 to $45. I haven't spent money on jeans for two years now and this pair more than makes up for the savings. They are tight to zip up, but very comfy. I have lots of room for these jeans to just fit better and better.

We went back to the consignment store we had been in a few days earlier and I found a bargain blouse for $8 there. A second consignment store was much more fruitful with lots of options and bargains including a Talbot long sleeve blouse for $5. I found a beautiful a-line coat reduced from $350 to $175, but I'm not spending that kind of money on a coat that will be too big next winter. It was gorgeous though.

I went into an Eileen Fisher store for the first time. Wow - the fabrics are so incredible, as are the prices. I had no intentions of buying anything, but I was excited that the were things besides scarfs that fit. Next winter perhaps, but. to this year. Besides, one scarf there cost more than all the items I
bought combined.

There's a lot of work in this journey that requires a lot of patience and also a lot of humor. I was looking at bathing suits and at one point I had on a size 16 and the cups were at my waist and wouldn't go any higher! I cracked myself up laughing rather than crying. A dew days later, I saw myself reaching for size 24 suit and I decided the shorts and t-shirt I've been using all week will work just fine for one more week.

It's easy to get caught up in the moment and become frustrated that I'm not the size I want to be "yet", but it's much more useful to pause and remember how far I've come. I am on program, exercising daily, and I feel fantastic. I need to go easy on myself and continue to choose the rights foods. The body will follow soon enough.
It is a beautiful quiet morning on the canal here in Punta Gorda, Florida. Along the horizon and far behind the houses across the canal, the sky is a soft morning pink haze that blends into light grey. Birds coo and chirp from tall palm trees near and far. A few feet from me, fish jump and splash in the canal. After a long pause, the pink finally gives way to the sun, as it burst onto the scene.
On the road with Arlene.
At 3 am Saturday morning, I jumped into a maroon PT Cruiser in Rhode Island and headed to Florida with my sister-in-law, Arlene, and her 93 year old mother, Rita. My brother Carl arrives tonight to join us. Arlene prefers to stop only for restrooms, gas, and water; real meals only happen when we stop overnight or arrive at her Florida home. So, I packed sliced salami and several packages of beef jerky to make sure I had my protein fix anytime I needed it.

After 16 hours on the road, we stopped overnight In Savannah, Georgia. Arlene and I settled Rita into the room, changed into capris and short sleeves, and then walked to Lady and Sons, where in 1996,  Paula Deen leased the old Sears & Roebuck building in Downtown Savannah  and opened her restaurant.

We had an incredible southern style dinner; we both chose the specials, as we had heard this was the best way to go rather than the buffet, filled with all things fried, crusted, and smothered in butter or gravy. No thank you! After dinner, we walked for about an hour and took in historic Savannah's night life. There was a fabulous band, in their late teens or early twenties, playing rock and roll from the 70's outdoors to a large crowd. We window shopped as we meandered back to the hotel. Everyone was fast asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows.

Up at 6:30 am, Arlene and I walked for two and a half hours, taking in the gorgeous gardens. We packed up our stuff and Rita and then had a fabulous breakfast along the riverfront before hitting the road.

I've taken a number of vacations since starting this program two years ago and I have never gone off program. I recall Julie giving explicit instructions about how to handle vacations, but I always told myself, "that's for other people, not me. I have too much weight to lose to take that risk."

But I own this program now! At dinner and again at breakfast, I chose to step "out of the river." This is the first time I've done this and I was not at all nervous, as I knew I could do this right. I'm on vacation and I took the opportunity to have a few special foods, confident that I would get right back on program. I did not have desserts or sugars. I made sure I had a lot of protein with both meals and as we left the restaurant, I went back "into the river." The rest of the week, I loaded up on meat and stayed on program. I'm so happy that I was able to have the special meals and get right back on program.

Yesterday Arlene and I met my boss for lunch in Sarasota and then we went shopping at an incredible thrift store where rich women donate beautiful expensive designer clothing and household items. They are seasoned shoppers, who are steady in their size, and know what they like. Me - not so much. I wish I had more time in that thrift store, but I did find one bargain blouse, which had a red tag - half price. I was extremely pleased with my $11.75 find.

This is the kind of thrift stores deals some of my friends rave about. Now I understand the fun in finding such bargains. I can see that this will be more fun when I'm down a few more sizes; right there are less choices for me at my size. Rich bitch clothes run small (or perhaps more true to size).

Update:

I've heard concerns about this post, which I fully appreciate and I thank you for your feedback and concern. I haven't gone rogue. I am not advocating others should follow the choices I describe in the above post.

I didn't feel comfortable sharing the details of what I leaned from Julie about going on vacation because Julie doesn't teach the vacation piece anymore, as too many people were going "on vacation" and then not getting back on program or going in for a refresh for her to fix them.

You should know that I walked a slippery slope here. Nothing sweet touched my lips. I made a conscious decision to have carbs, no sugars, with my dinner and breakfast, and then I got right back on program. You should also know that I did not follow the rule of having a potato when first stepping out of the river. See, slippery slope for someone not on maintenance yet.

I've been on this program for almost two years now and I have only slipped once when I had too much to drink one night. I was horrified the next day and I got right back on program and never missed a step since. This week was the same; I got right back on program and am moving full-steam ahead.

I wrote this piece because after being on program for nearly two years, I feel confident about what I'm doing. I wasn't being cocky or in denial. I own this.

In fact, I went to see Julie for a refresh before I went on all my other vacations to help keep me strong while on the vacation, not because I went off and needed help getting back on program.

So please, if you're going on vacation, don't tell yourself "we'll, when Theresa was on vacation..." Do the right thing for yourself. Don't trick yourself into believing a vacation is an opportunity to go off program. Remember, this is a slippery slope.
After I went to a refresh a few weeks ago, I went to the Facebook page and proclaimed "Once and done. Great refresh! Not going back because I got it." A few people have asked me what I meant by this and I've been meaning to write about this, but I'm heading off for the holidays tomorrow and I haven't had a spare minute to write.
Image source: calbuz.com
The bottom line is that I finally get the "once and done" concept and I have never felt more confident about where I am on this weight loss journey and where I'm heading. Julie's refreshes are incredible and while sitting in the refresh class a couple weeks ago, I realized "I know everything she's saying and I own this!" I believe all of you do too.

I proclaimed I'm not going back because one of the foundations of this program is that you only have to do this once and then you're done; it's not like any other diet. I have many more thoughts on this I want to share, but you'll just have to buy my book...just kidding. I will write more on this when I get a chance during the holidays - I promise.

Meanwhile, I would love to hear from some of you about what it means to you when Julie talks about:
  • compromise
  • sacrifice
  • example
  • free will
These words are key to understanding the core concepts of this program. Let's get a conversation on this going...
A group of us from this blog met up for meat crust pizza at Capa di Roma in East Hartford a few nights ago and we had a blast! Between bites of delicious meat-crust pizza, buffalo wings, and salad, we exchanged stories, recipes, and many good laughs.
Meat Crust Pizza
We ordered the pizzas a few days ahead for the group of us, as they need 20 pounds of meat to make these four pizzas for us. We had enough leftovers for each of us to take home pizza for another meal! One can never have too much pizza!

Emilia is another Julie follower with great success story. She shared her inspiring weight loss story with us after dinner and some of her favorite recipes. Last night I made an incredible Shepherd Pie based on her suggestion to use butternut squash in place of potatoes. Linda was so inspired by the nut-free pesto Emilia gave each of us to take home, she did a Google search to find an easy-to-make nut-free pesto recipe.

It was great to catch up with everyone. There were a few new faces in the group, but if you look through theses photos you will see some serious weight loss! It was inspiring to see how well Jennifer, Suzanne, and Amelia are doing on maintenance.

Capa di Roma will make this special meat crust pizza for you if you ask for Emilia when you call and order it a day or two ahead. Avoid calling at lunch or dinnertime when she's the busiest. On your way out the door, be sure to buy some of her delicious jars of homemade tomato sauces; Julie approved. They sell them in grocery stores too.

Here's a video ad with Emilia talking about their family recipe sauces

Meanwhile, you can see my homemade version of this meat crust pizza if you want to make this for yourself.

I encourage you to connect with one or two others who follow the program; it's great to have this kind of additional support. Introduce yourself while waiting for a refresh with Julie.
This dish comes from a recipe Emilia shared with us when we were at her restaurant, Roma (in East Hartford, CT). Her recipe uses butternut squash instead of potato and this dish is incredible!

Shepherd's Pie with butternut squash instead of potato
As always, watch your meat-veggie ratio (more meat or equal meat-veggies).

Ingredients
  • 1 small butternut squash
  • 1 medium onion diced
  • 3-4 cloves of minced garlic
  • ½ cup shredded carrot (or 1 carrot sliced; optional)
  • 1 1/4 pound of ground beef
  • ½ cup frozen corn
  • 1 tablespoon butter
  • salt (optional)
  • black pepper
Adjust these ingredients to suit your needs. My mom never added carrots when she made this dish, but I liked this extra flavor. Anyway you make this dish, be sure to have an equal amount of meat to veggies or less veggies than meat.

Directions
  1. Cook butternut squash and then mash; add salt and pepper to your taste.
    You may bake the squash and remove the seeds and then either mash the squash by hand or with food processor. I bought half of a large already peeled squash at the store, cut it into smaller pieces, steamed it, and then put it in my food processor.
  2. Add the butter to a heated skillet and immediately add the diced onion, minced garlic, and carrot (optional). 
  3. Stay with this and keep stirring. I melted the butter while cutting the veggies and had to toss the butter because it burned.
  4. After the onion is cooked, add the ground meat and brown.
  5. Drain the meat mixture and then place evenly in a casserole dish. There is no need to oil or butter the dish.
  6. Add the corn on top of the meat layer. I only used 2/3 of the bag.
  7. Spread all of the mashed butternut squash on top of the corn. 
  8. Bake at 350 for 30-45 minutes. I didn't cover the dish, but the edges did burn, so next time I'll try covering it, as all we're really doing here is heating everything.
It's hard to serve this dish without it falling apart, but it still tastes delicious! If you have deep individual casserole dishes this might be the time to use them instead.

I like to double the recipe and make 4 single servings and freeze 2 of them. If you freeze them, you don't need to bake them before putting them in the freezer.

Thanks  Emilia for your great recipe!
Shepherd's Pie
4 individual servings of Shepherd's Pie
 Variations 
  • Instead of butternut squash, cook and mash cauliflower and then top with some butter and nutmeg.
  • Here's another Shepherd's Pie recipe.