Teavana

Dear hubby and I are cleaning house over the weekend and we come across old gift cards that must be used before they start losing money (a real scam, in my humble opinion...how is it that a piece of plastic sitting in my drawer is costing the company $2 a month?). But I digress. We decide to hit the mall and have a little shopping spree.

As we walk around looking at all the stores we've never seen before, we come upon one that smells delicious. Teavana, the sign reads. Hmmm, I wonder silently, is that tea from Cuba? Is that legal? (Once again, not so quick.) Hubby asks if I would like to go in. Sure...smells great - besides, I love those little teapot sets. Too bad I don't like the stuff that you make with them.

The shop is gleaming with shiny shelves and teapots, all set up in little groups on trays. It looks as good as it smells, and I'm excited to look at dragon teapots and the beautiful patterns in the glaze. A friend wants to take a pottery class...as I look in awe at the craftsmanship, I want to join her. A teaologist* approaches us and begins asking us what we are looking for - a bit aggressive, but very friendly and helpful. She ushers us to a tasting station.

They have five teas to try: a mate vana / chai blend, a rooibos tropica blended with jasmine green tea, a monkey-picked (for real?) oolong, and two fruity iced teas. I play along and try the teas, but I'm really just being polite.

That's when it hit me. Tea tastes good! No, better than good. This tea is superb!!! I've never tasted anything like them, especially the mate vana/chai and rooibos tropica/jasmine green teas. Why, if it tastes like this, I'll happily toss the soda aside and drink tea every day.

That's exactly what I did. We pondered the gift pack, the teapots, the tea spoons (so that's how they got their name!), and, of course, the tea. Our friendly and attentive teaologist shows me a neat 2-cup pot that is very convenient for work, since you can set the pot on a cup and it drains through a strainer in the bottom. No pouring! I'm excited at the prospect of having easy tea at work. I buy it. And a spoon. And then, it's time to decide on the tea.

This place is like an adult candy shop. The teas are in these huge tins in individual cubbies along the back wall. Various workers grab tins for customers and open them, showing off the gorgeous leaves, flowers, and dried fruit. Then they waft the lid over the tea and give the customers a whiff of heavenly florals and sumptuous fruits. I am transported, finally understanding the name of the store. Teavana, indeed.

We buy a pound of various teas, all individually wrapped in little 2-ounce bags. Very expensive, but if I drink it, it's all worth it. We get a lesson in how to brew tea...we are both shocked to learn that pouring freshly boiled water over a teabag and letting it sit that way until it's cool enough to drink is the main reason our teas usually taste like crap. Ok, I promise to make tea the right way from now on. As long as it promises to taste that good all the time.

As we are selecting, I try to remember what I'm supposed to be drinking. Let's see...green tea helps reduce levels of testosterone in the body, or does it regulate blood sugar? Oolong is supposed to help reduce appetite. Black tea is caffeinated (not a requirement to treat PCOS, just my own personal demon). Spearmint tea definitely reduces testosterone - studies have proven that drinking lots of spearmint tea reduces hair growth in hirsute women. http://www.news-medical.net/?id=22071

I start with green tea and black tea. I have mint tea at home, and the oolong is just not worth the price at this time. I vow to start every day with black tea, drink green tea in the afternoon, and finish off every day with some soothing mint tea. We leave the store, and I am more hopeful about my health than I've been in a long time.

Coming up: Tea Time

*Teaologist = someone who is knowledgeable in tea

Getting Started

Albert Einstein is attributed with saying that "the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." Since I do not wish to be considered insane, it is time to do something different.

This is different.

In my profile, I describe myself as a driven 30-something with PCOS and a fabulous career who is just starting to realize that something must change. It's not entirely true. Yes, I am driven, I am 34, and I do have PCOS and a fabulous career, but I've known for quite some time that something needed to change. I just wasn't ready to face that fact.

I like my life. What I did with my life helped me become who I am and I am happy. But there's a part of me that knows better. Knows that there's a hidden side of me that comes out every now and then, and that side comes with a bitter aftertaste. Because that side wants to be thin, wants to be healthy, and most of all, wants to know what life could become if only...well, if only I were "normal."

For those of you who don't know the term, PCOS stands for Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. PCOS is a collection of symptoms related to hormone levels. In many cases, testosterone levels are higher than estrogen levels, resulting in irregular menstruation and a plethora of other symptoms. But I'm not a medical professional, and my purpose is not to educate. If you'd like to learn more about it (and I hope you do!), please check out: http://www.4woman.gov/FAQ/pcos.htm

Back to my reason for being here. Something needs to change. I've been on many diets and exercise programs (I finished my fourth triathlon just last week), but none have worked as well as I'd hoped. Is it them, or is it me? It's time to find out.

This blog is my attempt at mixing things up a bit. Trying new things, finding out if they work, learning as much as possible, and being accountable. That last one is tough. It's easy for me to excuse my weight problem - I have a valid medical condition. But making excuses hasn't helped me. Every year, the weight just keeps coming; stealthy, quiet, insidious...2 pounds here, 5 pounds there. My symptoms get worse, and my ability to ignore them gets better. Dealing with it has become a way of life. But now I'm starting to lose it - lose faith, lose hope, lose my grip, my will, my strength...you name it, I'm losing it. Even my hair has started to fall out. That's the last straw. It's time to lose the weight.

I'm starting this journey with one rule: try something different every week. I know what's considered healthy behavior and what's not. So, each week, I will change one thing for the better, and share my observations, my struggles, and (hopefully) my victories. The more the merrier, so if you'd care to join me, strap yourself in...it's going to be a bumpy ride!

Week one goal: stop drinking soda