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A Protein Bar Packed Pantry Helps Me Be A Successful Obesity Rebel

Protein Bars. This Obesity Rebel loves them. To me a protein bar is like a candy bar.  One of the things I often tell my clients is that when it comes to healthy lifestyle changes you must find food substitutions that help you through daily life without constantly feeling deprived.

Feelings of deprivation do not motivate us in a weight loss journey. They hinder us. Dieting fails people. This is largely because it leaves us with feelings of starvation and deprivation and those feelings lead us to eating things we shouldn’t have and end up making dieting a full circle experience that usually ends in with us left feeling like we failed.

Now the old food addict in me, when I hear the word candy bar, I want to run to the nearest store, pick out eight different varieties, bring them all home and eat ever single one of them. If my healthy lifestyle meant that I could never have a candy bar again, I’d be a sad Obesity Rebel.

But you won’t find me snacking on Snickers and Almond Joys. Instead, you’ll find my pantry well stocked with protein bars that make me feel like I am having a sweet treat while packing in the protein. Which makes a good protein bar a Pandora Pantry must have.

Now y’all know that BariLife is the company that decided to help me get my mojo back and is the company behind my Paris Redux, they are sending me back to Paris to help me try to find my love of running.

If you’ve been following that journey my recent broken toe has me sitting on the bench itching to get back to training for the event. I’m still mad I left that suitcase in the middle of the floor to be “unpacked later.” I unpacked that thing, with my TOE and it’s been buddy tapped to the one next to it trying to heal for almost 6 weeks now.

So, since I don’t have much to tell you about training for Paris right now I wait out this toe, instead I’m going to tell you about 3 of the yummiest protein bars BariLife sells.

Bari Life Crispy Chocolate CoconutBari Life Crispy Chocolate Coconut– So it’s got coconut in it. Which makes it my favorite. Because I am a lover of all things coconut. Mix that with the crispy texture and chocolate and there is no question it is my number one pick.  I mean it’s got chocolate and coconut in it and that’s like the two best ingredients in a protein bar.

 

 

 

Bari Life Peanut ButterBari Life Peanut Butter – Back in the day I was a peanut butter cup junkie. Any protein bar that can remind me of eating a peanut butter cup is going to make my list of favorites, and the texture on this bar did just that. This bar would have been my number one pick if it wasn’t for the mere fact that chocolate and coconut wins over peanut butter any day. But it was really a close tie for the number one and number two slot here.

 

 

Bari Life Oatmeal Bari Life Oatmeal – So when I think oatmeal I think oatmeal cookie. Not like actually eating oatmeal. Because really if you ask me the entire reason oatmeal exists is so someone could make treats out of it. Eating it as a breakfast cereal was just a bonus perk. This protein bar tasted very much like a frosted oatmeal cookie, or at least the closest thing my brain remembers to a frosted oatmeal cookie. It was delicious.

 

 

If you’re anything like me and you’ve got to keep nonfat Greek yogurt in the fridge to keep you feeling deprived of sour cream heaven, you can’t imagine life after weight loss without a sweet treat, I’m not kidding, pack your pantry with these Pandora protein bar picks!

You won’t find me curbing my cravings with a peanut butter cup or dipping that spoon into the peanut butter jar. But you will find me standing in the kitchen at 2am snacking on a BariLife Peanut Butter protein bar! After all, this is #MyBariLife and I have to live it as healthy as I can. What does #YourBariLife look like? What’s in your pantry?

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Pandora Williams author of Desperately Seeking Slender is an ISSA Certified Personal Trainer and Cooper Institute Approved Wellness Coach Trained in Weight Management Strategies. Her training and coaching services are offered exclusively through GoGirl Fitness Studio.

Make #YourBariLife the best it can be.

Visit the BariLife Website for all your Protein and Vitamin Needs!

Sex Love and Obesity Part 8

In Sex Love and Obesity part 7 we left of with Superman being an unattainable man in my life, me being unwilling to tell him the truth because now that I had lost all my weight for the second time in my life I was plagued with the excess skin issues that still made me uncomfortable with my own body.

It is amazing, the shift that happens after you lose so much weight. I always thought I would lose the weight and life would be perfect. I’d lost 250 pounds, but with all the skin, I still looked like someone who suffered from obesity. I was happy with my weight loss. But, I was still ashamed of my body. I might even say I was more ashamed of my body than I had been before I lost the weight. Because quite honestly when the skin issues set in. there was this mental part that came with it. I had to face the mirror each day and see the damage I had done with my food addiction and with my struggle with obesity. It was hard enough for me to deal with. But it kept me from telling Superman the truth because I really didn’t think my heart could handle the rejection I’d feel if he couldn’t love me because of it.

It was now 2013, I’d been lying to this man for the better part of 10 years.

I was in the middle of planning my exit strategy. I was finally at a place where I knew I was leaving my husband. I had come to terms with the fact that I had to move on with my life. I had stopped working as a phone sex operator. I had accepted that my body even after reconstructive surgery, wasn’t going to be perfect and I wasn’t going to progress that career into video technology. I had started attending weight loss conventions. I had found a new passion to help others that were struggling with obesity. I wanted to do something for a living that I was proud of and I was in the middle of get the education I needed to pursue a career in the fitness and wellness industry.

It was the summer of 2013, I was in Dallas on my last hiatus from home before I started to figure out where I was going when I left. I was just about to undergo my final round of reconstructive plastic surgery. What I looked like after this, was going to be as good as it gets. This was going to be my final outcome. Whether I liked it or not I just couldn’t afford anymore reconstructive plastic surgery to fix anything else.

Superman and I were discussing meeting for the 100th time in the last 10 years. I can only guess that in his mind, we were planning another trip I would never show up for.

My life was in such an emotional place that I honestly can’t tell you how it really went down. Maybe someday I will ask Superman how he remembers it. But somewhere, during planning this trip I think we both assumed would never happen, I remember him saying something to me like, “We’ve been doing this for 10 years. Whatever it is that you need to tell me. Whatever it is you’re lying about, and you are afraid of, after all this time I deserve the truth and the opportunity to decide whether or not it is something I can deal with.”

After 10 years of loving him, years of fearing his rejection. It all came down to this moment…

I told him the entire truth.

I admitted to every lie I had ever told him. I sent real photos and I crossed my fingers held my breath and hoped that he’d be able to forgive me for everything I had put us through and love me regardless.

The following October, I got on a plane and I went to meet this man I had been in love with for nearly a decade.

A two-week trip turned into a four-week trip. We were everything I had always dreamed we would be. The trip had gone perfectly. I had known I loved him for 10 years and I wasn’t wrong. Everything I had done up to this point had been worth it. It had worked. He loved me. We were going to have a future together.

I didn’t want to leave. All my things were in Portland, I had so many loose ends to tie up. I had no job, no income, no idea where my life was going, – all I knew was that I didn’t want to be away from him. I didn’t want to say good-bye. I didn’t want to get on a plane, go back to my miserable life in Portland and face tying up all those loose ends. I just wanted that part of my life to all be over. I wanted to be with him. He wanted me to be with him. We were going to be okay.

I sobbed the entire way on the two-hour car ride to the airport to put me back on a plane.

I could hardly get out of the car when we got to the airport, my legs didn’t want to carry me. He watched me break down, watched me struggle, and part of me resented him a little bit for it. Why was he making me go back? Why didn’t he tell me not to go? Did he not see how much this was hurting? Didn’t he understand that I didn’t know if I was strong enough to face everything I had to go do?

We sat at a little table outside the path that leaded to the TSA checkpoint postponing our good-bye for as long as we could. He was on his phone. At first, I was angry. Here we were about to say good-bye, part of me questioned whether we would ever see each other again. I silently wondered if he was putting me on a plane and sending me home so that he could break up with me when I got back there instead of having to break the news to me face to face.

It wasn’t long before he sat down the phone, held my hand, looked me in the eye and in that voice that had been my solace for so many years explained to me that he had been texting his roommate and making sure that what he was about to offer was alright with him. He suggested that I didn’t have to go home, that this could be home for me now. We could have them pull my bags off the plane, put them back in the car and I could put an end to all this right then, stay with him, figure the rest out as we went.

I wanted this entire saga to be over. I wanted to not be a sex slave. I wanted to not be with someone who wanted to control me, take advantage of me. I wanted to not ever answer another phone sex call again. I wanted a normal life, with a normal man who loved me as much as I loved him.

Every single fiber in my being told me to stay.

All I wanted to do was get back in the car and go back with him. But that little voice in your head that plays the devil and angel on your shoulder started talking. How do I explain to people waiting for me back in Portland that I am not coming back? What about all the things I have there? What if they get so angry at me that they destroy all my things? What about my dog? What about my car? What about my Dad’s things? All I have is what is on the suitcases on that plane. Can I just let it all go and risk losing it all?

I didn’t want to get on that plane. But I knew that I had to. I had to go back and get the things that were important to me. Strangely enough, I suddenly had the strength to do it. His offer had given me the strength and confidence in the fact that we were going to be together in the end. I wasn’t afraid of the sting of his dismissal and rejection hitting when I got back home. His offer to let me stay right then and there told me everything I needed to know. He loved me. Somehow, after years of lying to him, he’d forgiven me. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t the girl in the photos anymore. I was me, and that was who he wanted.

I got on the plane, went back to Portland and started the wheels in motion to move to the other side of the country to start a new life. Superman and Lois Lane against the world. I’d fought obesity and I’d won. I was on my way to a brand-new career, I had the man of my dreams. This story should have had a happy ending. Should have. But things don’t work out quite the way they should sometimes.

Stay tuned for Sex Love and Obesity Part 9 – I was too broken and damaged to be loved.

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Pandora Williams author of Desperately Seeking Slender is an ISSA Certified Personal Trainer and Cooper Institute Approved Wellness Coach Trained in Weight Management Strategies. Her training and coaching services are offered exclusively through GoGirl Fitness Studio.
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