Back on Track

Sometimes it’s as much a head game as a physical game.

Today was a better day. I got eight hours sleep last night. That’s slightly more than I usually get. My goal is seven hours each night and it’s rare if I get less.

After my short time in free for all mode yesterday, I vowed today would be different and it was. I was determined I would be on track and on plan today. Fortunately I did not have to fight cravings from my brief trip into the abyss. That made staying on track much easier today.

I am a daily weigher and I was up a pound when I weighed this morning. Not surprising since all things salty were part of my feeding frenzy. That’s ok. I know why and what to do to recover from it. I will be extra diligent this week since I absolutely must weigh in this week at the meeting of the #saturday7amsocialclub this will be the first meeting for February and as a lifetime member in order remain free, I must weigh in and be no more than two pounds over my goal weight. Since I am below goal I have a cushion, I will be ok and not over, but I don’t want to be more than I was the last time I weighed in either. Fortunately it’s early in the week, so there’s time to mitigate the damage.

Sometimes it’s as much a head game as a physical game. I have learned to take it one day at a time.

Now if I could just get myself moving this week!

Until the next time


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Why do we eat?

We’ve all heard “eat to live not live to eat”.

If you need to lose weight or have had a weight problem, chances are you may over eat or eat the wrong foods. I don’t call them bad foods (they are usually pretty dang good) I call them bad for me foods. These are some of the reasons we find ourselves walking through the door of a weight loss program.

But what causes us to over eat or eat those bad for us foods; boredom, stress, hunger, or it just plain tastes good? There are a multitude of reasons and they are different for everyone. Finding out what these triggers are will help us be successful in our weight loss journey.

I was not an over eater. I didn’t eat enough, but I also didn’t eat enough of the good for me foods and too many bad for me foods. Not because I don’t like good for me foods, in fact I prefer them, but guess which ones are more convenient? Yep, the bad for you foods. There’s a fast food joint on every corner. The junk food is cheaper than the healthy foods (that’s a topic for another day). The list goes on.

Does losing weight and reaching goal magically make you immune to the triggers and reasons you needed to lose weight in the first place? Goodness gracious, no. I have been back at goal for more than two years, and maintaining is as hard if not harder than losing. Today for a brief time, I ate whatever, whenever. I had no self-control. I knew what I was doing, but it was like I was on the outside looking in and couldn’t stop myself. I’m not sure I wanted to either.

Why? I was tired. I had very little sleep last night. I was up way late for me; trying to get some computer updates installed and attempting to work on setting up this site (that’s proving harder than I anticipated). The man got up at 10:30 to get ready for work (he works nights) and after he left I listened to a bit of the news and drifted off to sleep. About an hour later he called me because his work truck broke down (he’s a truck driver). He was only a few miles from our house and wanted me to pick him up and take him back to the truck yard for a new truck. Now I really didn’t want to and was quite aggravated that there was no one else to call. But he works hard and goes along with most of my crazy schemes and ideas, so only I only grumbled a little bit then got dressed and took off at midnight. It was a good hour later before I got back home and into bed. I have no idea what happened after that until I woke up at 5:40 this morning. According to FitBit I had a whopping 4 hours and 31 minutes of sleep! I have been dragging all day!

Add to that the grand littles that were home were whiny all day and didn’t/wouldn’t nap, and there in was the “perfect storm”. That set me up for a day of feeding my feelings. I started out just fine. I had my coffee, my usual breakfast, lunch, and then that little monster took over. I ate whatever I could get my hands on; chips, candy, salt, sugar it didn’t matter one bit. Nothing was off-limits. Did any of it help? No. Did it wake me up? No. Did I feel better? No, probably worse. But for I know 15 minutes I just gave in. Now being a WW (weight watchers) member I track my food, and track I did. I didn’t go over my allotment for the day, and was able to have my planned dinner and enjoy it, but the choices I made were not good for me foods. That is what got me through the doors of WW in the first place. Today, for a brief time, I lived to eat.

I am perfectly imperfect, and I’m sure this will not be the last time that I feed my emotions or feelings. I will do the best I can and move on and try to do better the next time. I will FFMO: Forgive, Forget, and Move On

Tomorrow is a new day. I will get a good nights sleep and wake up with a new mind-set, and a new set of daily food points. Tomorrow I will eat to live.

Good Night.

Until the next time.




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Sunday Runday

I am a runner!

I usually run on Sunday morning. The past few months I’ve been in a rut with that, but I’m slowly getting back into the grove. This time of year I’m not as faithful as I am during spring, summer, and fall. And if there’s snow and ice? No way! These are the “hip breaking” years, lol!

I have not always been a runner. I am not a fast runner. But. I am a runner. I have a love/hate relationship with running, ok, maybe with most form of exercise….Athletic is not something anyone would ever have considered me. I learned early on how to get out of participating in PE class. I was always the last one picked for teams and made fun of, (now days it would be considered bullying) so once I learned if I didn’t “dress out” I had to sit out, well, guess what I did? I failed PE, but it was a small price to pay!

I never ran until I was 51. Except for once when I was about 15/16, and only once. A school friend and I decided to take up “jogging”. We set out one day for our first and last time. Apparently we weren’t fast enough and my mother came searching for us (my life with her is a study that Freud or Jung would have hard time analyzing). At the time she found us we were walking and the hullabaloo that ensued wasn’t worth me ever trying that again.

Until one day in August 2014.

I was around 30 lbs down in my weight loss journey. I had been faithfully attending my yoga practice twice a week and working out with my personal trainer twice a month. When I started with him I made sure he knew “I did not/would not run”, no way, nope, no how! I would walk and I would bore myself silly on that dang treadmill if I had to, BUT Janet did not run!!

At that time my daughter and daughter in law to be, were training for the Baltimore Half Marathon and were running on Sundays. One day they asked if I wanted to go (I think they felt bad they hadn’t/didn’t include me). So I said sure, I’ll go, and off we went. They took off running and I took off walking. During the previous few weeks I had started running a few steps while on the treadmill here and there. But I still didn’t run. So that day I decided when a fast paced song came on I would run a little. And I did. I couldn’t run through the entire song, usually, but I ran for as long as I could. When we met up later on the route, they had gone eight miles and I managed five and a half.

Sunday Runday was born.

Every Sunday morning my daughter and I would head over to my daughter in laws house, and off we would go. Every week, just like them, I added more distance to my day. I bought new, “proper” running shoes, I bought a “camelback” to carry water, I created a running “play list” and bought “good” head phones. I found and downloaded a training plan. I was becoming a runner. I didn’t dare to call myself that, but I was on my way. I learned what an interval was and started doing real run/walk intervals or maybe it started as walk/run. I decided if I made it to covering 10 miles I would register for the half marathon too. You didn’t have to run it, you could walk the entire thing, and had five hours to complete it. I knew if I could go the distance, I could manage the time (I’ve always been a rather fast walker, especially for being so short). Well, I made it up to 10 miles and registered for that race! I was so scared and excited. If you’re a runner you know what I mean.

I went to WW a day early that week to weigh in, because the race was on Saturday and I would be missing my meeting. I was officially down 35 lbs. Woo Hoo!

I had been doing intervals during my “training” time of 1:30 run/3:00 walk, but during that walk time if I felt I could run more I did. Sometimes it was across the cross walks, sometimes I was so bored walking I just had to go faster, so I did. when I got to the last cross-road, I crossed into the area of Oriole Park at Camden Yards, and the tears started falling, I was almost at the end. I was determined to run it in. As I approached the end of the “warehouse”,  My husband (the man; as I call him at times) was there, my youngest son, my daughter and daughter in law (they finished way ahead of me), my son-in-law, and at the time my two youngest grand littles. Knowing those babies would be at the finish kept going some times. I knew if I kept putting one foot in front of the other, they would be there. My dad (who was my biggest cheerleader) and I had many a conversation as I was running. I firmly believe he was with me that day. I think I exorcised a few demons that day.

It took me 3 hours and 40 minutes to finish that race. I was a runner.

I still cry when I think about that day.

I. Am. A. Runner!!!

Until the next time


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Saturday 7am Social Club

Hi there!

Saturday mornings @ 7am you can find me at the weekly meeting of what I’ve dubbed the “Saturday 7am Social Club”. That’s my WW (weight watchers) meeting. For the past almost three years that I’ve been back, I’ve only missed a handful of meetings, and those I’ve either been running a race or on vacation. This is my “me time” and I refuse to give it up! I’ve also changed my sessions with my trainer, Jeff, to Saturday mornings at 8:00 so I leave the meeting and head straight to the gym. I have built myself a good three hours of me time. And let me tell you, after five days with three of the grand littles all day, I need it! Lol!!

During my weight loss phase it was important to be there to keep moving forward. Now that I’ve been back to goal and maintaining for the past two years it’s important to stay focused. I also recharge and re commit for the week ahead.

For me the weight loss phase of my journey was fairly easy. I think, in part, because my mindset was “if I’m going to pay you my hard earned money for this program, I’m going to work/do this program”. This helped me get to goal. My set goal weight is 128 lbs. I raised that from my original goal of 120 lbs, in less than a year I reached that 128 goal, but wanted to see if I could get back to the 120 goal. A few months later I did, then I kept going to where I am now. I range between 108-112.

Now that I’m at goal and maintaining I don’t have to pay more; as long as I weigh in once per month and I’m no more than two pounds above my goal weight. By being below that goal I’ve built in a little cushion, which I may need in the coming months. Why? Well, I’ve started power lifting with my trainer. So by lifting heavy weights I’m going beyond just toning to increasing muscle mass. That will add some weight back, but I’m also inches going. The goal now is to balance the difference and NOT to have to pay.

If you are on your own weight loss journey, stay the course. It doesn’t matter what plan or method you are using, find what is right for you and stick with it.

Until the next time.


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Hello friends and those who I hope will become friends!

I am starting this blog to talk about weight loss, fitness, and fashion; not necessarily in that order.

A little about me. My name is Janet Earling-Bencivenni, I am a 53 year old SAHGma or “Glamma”. I am Oma to 5 (soon to be) 6 beautiful grand littles! Currently 4 girls and 1 boy. The new baby, coming in April, is said to be a girl. I always “believe it when it’s here”. I spent many years in health care and have seen those sonograms be wrong more than once, lol!

I like to think of myself as a southern belle. I am from Jacksonville, Fl and transplanted to Baltimore, MD in 1995 with my husband, 3 kids, 9 birds, a cat, a turtle, and a hamster! We must’ve been quite a sight heading up I-95!

When I arrived in Baltimore, that fall day in 1995, I was at my goal weight of 120lbs. I had lost 32 lbs over the past year with weight watchers. I maintained that for a few years, but then life happened. I went back to work, quit going to my WW meetings (they are a lifeline for me) because they didn’t work with my schedule, and over time I let myself go back to old habits. Those 32 lbs came back and brought a few friends-How dare they, I didn’t invite them! I didn’t want them, and here and there I made some half hearted attempts to lose them.

Once in 2004 I was almost back to my goal weight and the WW meeting that worked with my schedule was cancelled. The only other one that kinda worked for me was only possible to make if my boss didn’t realize I had somewhere to go after work. If he remembered, he would always find a way for us to leave the office late. I thought “well I’ve I made it this far, I can do this”. Wrong!

In 2011, at 49, I “retired” to babysit, my second grand little, my new grandson! My oldest granddaughter lives with her mother in upstate NY. He was such a joy and I thoroughly embraced my new role! In 2013 his sister joined us.

In 2014 I was extremely overweight (actually obese). I was 50 years old and while I was still healthy I knew I was heading down that slippery slope of joining the throngs of people with weight related health problems. So on March 8, 2014 I took the “walk of shame” back through the doors of WW weighing in a whopping 179.4 on my 4’11” frame! I joined a gym and started practicing yoga, hired a personal trainer, and I reset my goal weight from 120 to 128 because I wasn’t sure I wanted to go back to that lower weight or even if I would be able to achieve it. Well, I did and over the next few days/weeks I’m going to tell you all about that journey and my quest to find myself!

If you’ve made it this far; thank you for reading through and welcome again!

Until the next time.






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