5 Benefits of Trim Healthy Mama (losing weight is not one of them)

Yesterday marked two months of this low-glycemic, holistic lifestyle called Trim Healthy Mama, and I’ve yet to lose enthusiasm.  Quite the opposite.

Yes, I’ve lost weight–fifteen pounds, and two pant sizes.  But I’m also seeing a slow transformation that I wanted to share with you, in hopes of converting you, of course. 🙂 Here are five benefits I’ve seen outside of weight loss.

1. Acne gone

I think if this was the only thing cured, I’d still be pumped.  My acne, which has plagued me for the past twelve years, has been reduced by eighty percent.  My aunt, who hadn’t seen me in weeks, said my skin looked better over all–clearer and softer.

2. All day, abundant energy

While my coworkers are suffering from their three o’clock crash, my eyes are wide open. Heck, I’ve been known to ‘Rawr!’ spontaneously.  Because my blood sugar does not spike or plummet, my energy levels remain steady throughout the day.  If I add a workout to this, I can feel downright unstoppable.

Naturally, nothing can make up for proper sleep and taking time to rest and relax, but this is a really good start.

3. Renewed enjoyment of food

I used to feel guilty for loving food.  I couldn’t enjoy a decadent meal without ‘feeling’ my waistline expanding.  I couldn’t enjoy junk food or desert without some measure of regret.

But now, I know that everything I eat is beneficial to me–even the sugar-free, crustless cheesecake is doing me no harm.  Actually, it’s benefiting my mental wellness!

When I do eat chips (which I do occasionally–life is for the living), it is a conscious choice, not a compulsion.  I say to myself “I will enjoy this without guilt” because they are a treat, not a staple of my diet.

4. Banishment of the carb coma

This weekend was Easter, and Easter in a Mennonite family means feasting.  I decided I would not deny myself, as my Saviour’s resurrection is cause for celebration.  Our gathering was redolent with carbs and sugar, but I decided to skip the most starchy items (corn, potatoes, buns) and eat as much as I wanted of the meat, veggies and other treats. Of course, I indulged in Paska (sweet Easter bread), but I brought my own sugar-free Easter treats.

The result was, though I was VERY full, I was wide awake–none of that compulsion to nap that so often follows holiday feasts.

5. Renewed love for all things health

Two works: work out.  They weren’t part of my vocabulary–ever.  But now they are, and the more I exercise (and my stomach flattens), the more I want to exercise.  I feel… I feel like I’m not quite myself!

Don’t get me wrong.  After two months, I’ve definitely had my bad days, bad weeks even.  I think that’s just part of being a woman (or a human).  But success begets success, and the better things get, the less attractive the bag of chips looks.

As I said in my Trim Healthy Mama story, though I’d love to convert you, I know there are many ways to achieve optimal health.  I encourage you to do your research and embark on your own journey.

 

The Great Pizza Failure

I wanted pizza something awful, today.  And when I want something, I don’t let go easily.

I may have mentioned this low-glycemic lifestyle of mine.  Pizza is part of it as long as it has a suitable, low-carb crust.  I’ve tried cauliflower crust–not so great.  I’ve tried flax crust–icky. They both taste like eggs.  Back when I ate real conventional pizza, I was obsessed with getting the crust right.  I finally perfected it–and then I quit wheat.

So today on break I searched ‘low glycemic pizza crust’ and found a recipe with promise: almond flour crust.  I picked up toppings, and when Wal-Mart had no almond flour, I decided to try grinding my own.

Yeah, that didn’t work.

I tried the crust before I topped it.  It was… chewy.  And i don’t mean that nice chewy, like French bread, or a chocolate-chip cookie.  I mean like the kind of chewy you don’t want milk to be.

But I wanted pizza.  Surely if I had regular, find-ground almond flour, the crust would be good.  It seemed okay, but for the texture.  So I said ‘to heck with it–it’s Friday night and I’ve got nowhere to be’ and shot off to the nearest Superstore.

Superstore was out of almond flour.

“Sh–!” I said.  (Sorry Mom. This entire escapade involved a few more swear words than I can admit to without blushing.)  I was hungry, by now.  It was seven.  I was wandering, wishing I could just cave and eat regular-people food.

Well, thought I, the health food store may still be open.  And I sure as heck am not going home now that i’m out here.  I went to the health-food store.  It was open.  There was almond flour.  It cost about as much as a new SUV.  I gulped.  I paid.  I went out to my car, ready to cry.

This better be good.

When I assembled the crust, it looked okay so I topped it with provolone, pepperoni, spinach and mushrooms.  It baked up looking and smelling heavenly.

**takes a deep breath**

Nope.  It was disgusting.  I ate a piece, hoping it would get better.  I ate another little piece.  And then I just tore the yummy toppings off and left the crust.  I picked up the crust, carried it to the kitchen and threw it into the garbage.  And then I cried.  I cried all the way from the kitchen to the bathroom, and then to my room as I changed out of my pizza-scented clothes.

It’s melodramatic, I know, but it feels like a metaphor for my entire week–maybe month.  Work has been one screw up after the next.  Yesterday I had a ‘competency assessment’ after a judgment call of mine went sour and I screwed up a coat.  Today my senior operator pulled me out of my process room and took me aside to discuss another mistake–a mistake that resulted when coworkers pulled me in to help sort out an issue.

I threw up my hands and said to the senior op, “Why did they have to ask me?”

“Because they think of you as the next subject matter expert in coating,” he said.

I squinted at him.  “Thank you for saying that.”

“No really,” he said.  “When I make my schedule in the morning, I only have a couple of people I can trust to run a pan on their own and you are one of them.”

I hoped he was serious.  I said to him “Are these the kind of speed bumps I have to hurdle to become an SME? (subject matter expert)”

He turned and looked at me.  “Hey, I only know what I know because I f—ed up so many times.”

Unfortunately, it seems life is like that.  We must go from failure to failure to succeed.  It’s crossed my mind that, perhaps, I should be encouraged by the volume of my failures. They are, in part, because I’ve been asserting a lot more independence, even branching out and training a coworker.

I remember four different coworkers (a senior operator, a supervisor and two training specialists) who have told me stories of big, big failures they’ve had on the job–lectures from quality analysts, thousands of dollars of product wasted.  But they’re still there, and much more successful than I am.

It puts my mess into perspective, even if it doesn’t take away the sting.

Thomas Edison said “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”  Almond crust is out.  But I have low-carb pitas that are coming soon.  And you can be darn sure I’ll have pizza then.  In this life, or the next, I shall have my pizza.

Trim Healthy What?

Subtitled “What’s that thing you’re doing, Geralyn?” 

It’s been more than a month now, so I suppose it’s time to own up. I’m trying to lose weight.

I wanted to make good and sure that I was doing this before I put it on the blog, after all, it seems every week I meet someone who says, “I read your blog.” It still gives me a mini heart attack every time, and I stand there wondering “what do you know about me?”

People have been asking “what are you doing?” and I’ve been yapping–probably too much. It’s time to give y’all an explanation.

The What
It’s called Trim Healthy Mama. Authors Serene Allison and Pearl Barrett are both moms of big families who have a passion for healthy living, and in their book they share the ‘boiling down’ of years of learning.

The basics: a low-glycemic (that means it has a low impact on blood sugar levels) diet that separates high carb from high fat so that the body can burn off the fuel you give it without storing any. If I am eating a higher fat meal, i.e. something creamy or cheesy, it will contain almost no carbs. If I am eating something with more carbs (and these carbs are carefully chosen to not spike blood sugar), the meal will contain no more than one teaspoon of fat.

Oh yeah, and sugar is not allowed.

What has this meant for me? It means that I haven’t eaten sugar, regular bread, potatoes, white rice or pasta, or milk for five weeks (with a few exceptions when away from home). My protein intake has about doubled, and I am eating more healthy fats, like coconut oil, flax seed, and natural peanut butter. Nothing too weird, nothing especially ‘diety’—no prepackaged food. Most of what I eat is good, solid, whole foods.

I thought giving up sugar might cause some sort of withdrawal, but it didn’t. I really don’t miss it. The stevia powder I’m using has almost no aftertaste, and I feel good knowing that the lemonade I’m chugging is hydrating me, not filling me up with sugar. Just to be clear (because I’ve already received a lot of well-meaning advice), honey, raw sugar and agave nectar are good for you, but they are not low-glycemic and I’m not open to using them.

The book isn’t just about eating. It gives suggestions on short, high intensity workouts that are easy to fit into the day. I’ve incorporated this into my life, as of Friday. My motto has always been ‘me no work out’, so this is truly amazing!

The Why
Why would I do this?  Well, I needed to do something drastic.

Prior to this, I ate to a decent degree of health, but moderation wasn’t my strong suite. If the food was good, I’d keep eating—especially if it was salty and full of carbs. Worse, I craved junk food almost constantly. The cravings were unbearable, and when I’d finally give in to them I’d feel like a complete loser. This went on and on. I thought I was an addict. I thought something was wrong with me.

Two of my friends were doing this thing called “Trim Healthy Mama.” I knew a bit about Serene and Pearl through a magazine called Above Rubies, and I knew they were pretty ‘nutty’ about health, so I dismissed it.

Cue a little thing called “My Fitness Pal.” It’s an app that tracks your caloric intake for the day. I got an accurate picture of what I was eating, and I tried so hard to change. But I couldn’t do it. I hated it. I just wanted the freedom to eat when I was hungry and enjoy what I was eating.

Meanwhile, my friends were having results, and posting things on Facebook about the awesome things they were eating. After a bit of research, I bought Trim Healthy Mama and decided that I’d start off slow.

My friend assured me that this diet would help me with my cravings. Then, just a few pages into the book, it started describing problems like adult acne and mood swings, and I said “if you can cure me of this, I’ll love you forever.” That was it. I was in, and in with both feet.

It’s been five weeks, and I’m cautiously optimistic. I’ve lost about eleven pounds. I’ve seen a slight improvement in my complexion, and a definite rise in energy levels. I’ve yet to see my mood swings improve, but I’m hopeful that I will find a remedy. I’m still a bit concerned that I spend too much time thinking about food. But I’ve realized that I enjoy food more now, because I know what’s going down my gullet is good for me. That’s all I wanted, really. Food free from guilt.

Oh, and I tracked my eating on My Fitness Pal yesterday.  I spent all day feeling almost over-full, and I was WELL under my caloric limit for the day. 🙂

Find out more at trimhealthymama.com.

An aside: many of those who I’ve talked to about my new style of eating immediately start justifying why they are not eating this way.  Please don’t feel you have to do so.  While I am passionate about my new lifestyle, I know that there are many ways to be healthy.  Do what is right for your own lifestyle!