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GOAL TRACKER:
paige: 18.8 pounds down, 30 left to go
lindsey: 22.6 pounds down, 50 left to go (for now!)
lindsey: 22.6 pounds down, 50 left to go (for now!)
A LITTLE ABOUT US:
welcome! as sisters we've shared so much throughout our lives from toys to bras (water bra, anyone?) to cars. as mothers we knew we'd enjoy watching our little ones grow up together, but our young dreams featured scaled-down pre-pregnancy versions of ourselves. (insert: record scratch) unfortunately, six kids later the reality couldn't be more blaring: we are no heidi klums. nope, not even close. our quest to shed our spare tires and baby-got-backs has led us down supermarket aisles we never thought we'd stroll and to tweak old and beloved--possibly sacred--family recipes to leech the fat without sacrificing too much flavor. you name it, in the name of a slimmer waistline, we're willing to give it a go... and blog about it if we live to tell the tale!
we're just a couple of everyday gals with two exceptions: paige fancies herself quite the foodie (something that evokes endless ridicule from lindsey) and lindsey possesses extra-sensitive tastebuds, a gift genetically bestowed upon her by dad (something that evokes endless ridicule from paige). all good natured, of course.
so considering our special skill sets, who better to begin the diet-oriented food reviews than the SLIMMER sisters?
we're just a couple of everyday gals with two exceptions: paige fancies herself quite the foodie (something that evokes endless ridicule from lindsey) and lindsey possesses extra-sensitive tastebuds, a gift genetically bestowed upon her by dad (something that evokes endless ridicule from paige). all good natured, of course.
so considering our special skill sets, who better to begin the diet-oriented food reviews than the SLIMMER sisters?
I'M PAIGE:
aforementioned self-proclaimed foodie. wife of a journalist. mother of three boys and one girl. gym-rat wannabe. never, ever in a million years would i have imagined this addition: weight watchers member. if i'm honest with myself and you, i know exactly how IT happened.
my three back-to-back pregnancies weren't kind, but they had company. i love my husband's grilled-to-sweet-juicy-perfection ribeye. teo's christmas-morning-melting-on-your-tongue peppermint gelato. katsu-ya's wafers-of-heavenly-bliss crispy sesame tuna. central market's put-willy-wonka-to-shame chocolate chip cookies. little deli's molten-tendrils-of-mozzarella-and-pepperoni-and-roasted-garlic-and-cherry-tomato-oh-my-my #7. in-and-out's secret-sauce-takes-me-to-my-happy-place hamburgers. upper crust's buttery-flaky-like-a-true-french-pastry-should-be cinnamon rolls. i'll stop now: my mouth is watering and you get the idea, i really like to indulge myself and those at my table with great food.
while i also pride myself on many healthy food choices: often raw, mostly organic, rarely processed (stop rolling your eyes and gagging, lindsey), i'm learning to redefine my habits for the better. and though it may take a lifetime, i'm attempting to strike the right balance between food snobbery and humility.
a new addition to my food vernacular: frozen cuisine. i can say with complete confidence that i was a frozen-entree virgin a very short month ago. the rawist within me balks as the microwave tray spins, but i'm learning that many of the dishes aren't half bad. and as i sample each one, i'm going to share my reactions with you here. what can i say?: i'm a giver. may you enjoy the fruits of my education.
my three back-to-back pregnancies weren't kind, but they had company. i love my husband's grilled-to-sweet-juicy-perfection ribeye. teo's christmas-morning-melting-on-your-tongue peppermint gelato. katsu-ya's wafers-of-heavenly-bliss crispy sesame tuna. central market's put-willy-wonka-to-shame chocolate chip cookies. little deli's molten-tendrils-of-mozzarella-and-pepperoni-and-roasted-garlic-and-cherry-tomato-oh-my-my #7. in-and-out's secret-sauce-takes-me-to-my-happy-place hamburgers. upper crust's buttery-flaky-like-a-true-french-pastry-should-be cinnamon rolls. i'll stop now: my mouth is watering and you get the idea, i really like to indulge myself and those at my table with great food.
while i also pride myself on many healthy food choices: often raw, mostly organic, rarely processed (stop rolling your eyes and gagging, lindsey), i'm learning to redefine my habits for the better. and though it may take a lifetime, i'm attempting to strike the right balance between food snobbery and humility.
a new addition to my food vernacular: frozen cuisine. i can say with complete confidence that i was a frozen-entree virgin a very short month ago. the rawist within me balks as the microwave tray spins, but i'm learning that many of the dishes aren't half bad. and as i sample each one, i'm going to share my reactions with you here. what can i say?: i'm a giver. may you enjoy the fruits of my education.
I'M LINDSEY:
hello, all! i'm the not-so-little little sister, lindsey. i go by many other names though... wife, mommy, and daughter to name a few. i am beyond thrilled to add blogger to that list!
perhaps with my birth order the cards were stacked against me (you know what they say about the baby of the family) or simply the hand-me-down pear-shaped body god gave me. regardless, i've battled my weight my whole life. my 5-foot, 1-inch frame has been through more ups and downs than the texas cyclone (to those of you who aren't familiar with the theme park of my childhood, the cyclone was the biggest, baddest, most terrifying roller coaster in the world)! unlike my uber foodie big sister, i tend to underindulge (if there is such a thing). my days are passed catering to the needs of two extremely high maintenance toddler girls (everyone knows they take after their aunt paige in that regard.). as my day quickly passes, i hear a familiar not-so-little growl in my stomach and realize that i have forgotten to feed myself once again. i then find myself slaving over a hot stove, aka whataburger drive-thru (i can hear you shudder, paige!) and eating my one day's lone meal until i can't eat any more.
as i walked my little cowgirls house to house on halloween, my dad took out the camera and did the unthinkable--he snapped full-body pictures of me!! the horror! doesn't he know it's impolite to take anything other than face shots? later, as i scrolled through the pictures, one in particular caught my eye. it would have been hard to miss it. for the first time, in a long time if ever, i saw what others were seeing--and it made me sick. i couldn't believe how badly i had let myself go over the years. it gets worse: two other little things in the picture got to me perhaps even more... the beautiful little girls holding my hands and trusting to me to guide them--not just to the door with the best candy but through this crazy life filled with millions of choices... good and bad. in that small, yet big, moment my eyes opened.
i did what i've done my whole life, i looked to my always-inspiring big sister. i watched her walk in to weight watchers and make a lifestyle change for the better. a week later, i followed.
i wish i could say that the road to success has been an easy one, but i'd be lying. counting points and tracking have been a breeze, but finding foods to satisfy my uncanny taste buds (i'm serious!) is a whole different story. making the time to eat three times a day plus snacks has been my biggest challenge by far. like paige, i've been forced to try new foods with mixed success. i'm a bake-from-scratch kinda gal (hmm... i'm beginning to think that maybe it's not my genetics after all...) and i'm reluctant, yet committed, to making healthier substitutions to my favorite recipes. i'll share the good, the bad and the ugly with you right here.
i still have a long road ahead of me, but i know i can do it--and this blog will help! i can hardly wait to share this journey with everyone.
perhaps with my birth order the cards were stacked against me (you know what they say about the baby of the family) or simply the hand-me-down pear-shaped body god gave me. regardless, i've battled my weight my whole life. my 5-foot, 1-inch frame has been through more ups and downs than the texas cyclone (to those of you who aren't familiar with the theme park of my childhood, the cyclone was the biggest, baddest, most terrifying roller coaster in the world)! unlike my uber foodie big sister, i tend to underindulge (if there is such a thing). my days are passed catering to the needs of two extremely high maintenance toddler girls (everyone knows they take after their aunt paige in that regard.). as my day quickly passes, i hear a familiar not-so-little growl in my stomach and realize that i have forgotten to feed myself once again. i then find myself slaving over a hot stove, aka whataburger drive-thru (i can hear you shudder, paige!) and eating my one day's lone meal until i can't eat any more.
as i walked my little cowgirls house to house on halloween, my dad took out the camera and did the unthinkable--he snapped full-body pictures of me!! the horror! doesn't he know it's impolite to take anything other than face shots? later, as i scrolled through the pictures, one in particular caught my eye. it would have been hard to miss it. for the first time, in a long time if ever, i saw what others were seeing--and it made me sick. i couldn't believe how badly i had let myself go over the years. it gets worse: two other little things in the picture got to me perhaps even more... the beautiful little girls holding my hands and trusting to me to guide them--not just to the door with the best candy but through this crazy life filled with millions of choices... good and bad. in that small, yet big, moment my eyes opened.
i did what i've done my whole life, i looked to my always-inspiring big sister. i watched her walk in to weight watchers and make a lifestyle change for the better. a week later, i followed.
i wish i could say that the road to success has been an easy one, but i'd be lying. counting points and tracking have been a breeze, but finding foods to satisfy my uncanny taste buds (i'm serious!) is a whole different story. making the time to eat three times a day plus snacks has been my biggest challenge by far. like paige, i've been forced to try new foods with mixed success. i'm a bake-from-scratch kinda gal (hmm... i'm beginning to think that maybe it's not my genetics after all...) and i'm reluctant, yet committed, to making healthier substitutions to my favorite recipes. i'll share the good, the bad and the ugly with you right here.
i still have a long road ahead of me, but i know i can do it--and this blog will help! i can hardly wait to share this journey with everyone.