The title says it all. I will stipulate that yes, indeed, there are other forms of sabotage. But, let's get real here. The most prevalent form of sabotage, the kind that most of us face, is self inflicted.
I had a bad day... Translation ... I'll eat what I want.
Someone hurt my feelings... Translation... I'm not going to exercise AND I'll eat what I want.
I won't have any fun at the party if I don't partake.... translation... I'm going to eat and drink what I want and be too hungover the next day to work out so I'll eat and drink what I want that day too.
I'll admit that I haven't even begun to tackle the food issues yet. But, I really thought I had this exercise thing under control... that is...until yesterday. Let's begin with I had a bad day and I got my feelings hurt. Let's also stipulate that my running pants were too big. But, I didn't know this at the time.
No... I didn't skip my run. But, I did fail the first time out. I was emotional. My head was not in the game. My pants were falling down. My breathing was jacked up. And, my knee and left ankle were hurting. I just couldn't do it. Or, so I thought. I was a wreck. I made it almost a mile and told Lars I couldn't go any farther. I just wanted to curl up in a ball and sob. Instead, I picked myself up and went inside to do a blistering back workout.
I also cried in the dark on the way back to the gym. "I gave up. I can't believe I gave up." All the way home I was stewing about the fact that I'd quit my run. This was the day that I was going to increase my distance to 1.5 miles. I was so excited and gung ho. Sure, I'd been having severe knee pain for two days. But, it was feeling pretty good last night.Sunday's run was so much harder than what I was facing yesterday and I didn't give up. What was wrong with me? Why did I do that?
Why? I'll tell you why. Because I was upset and I gave myself a mental out. "Oh poor pitiful Margaret got her feelings hurt and she's embarrassed. Boo hoo." By the time I had made my 35 mile commute north to the house, I was damn determined that I was going to run that 1.5 miles if it freakin killed me. I walked in, put on a pair of running pants that actually fit, grabbed my Ipod, and asked the hubs to send out a search party if I wasn't back in 30 minutes.
Now, I don't want to toot my own horn here. But, my neighborhood is quite hilly. I never thought I could even attempt running in my hood. I tried to rid a bike up those hills a couple of times with disastrous results. I was trying to plot out the easiest 1.5 mile course. Unfortunately, unless I wanted to run the same 1/2 block back and forth a gazillion times, there was no getting out of a couple of hills. I was undaunted. I suited up my ipod and took off. I cried the whole first quarter mile. Then came that first hill. I hated her. But, I made it to the top. My jog was probably more like a tall man's regular walk. But, I was undaunted.
I welcomed the cool night air, which for TN in December was way warmer than it should be. It was during this blissfully quiet trek that I realized what runners have said for ages... "running helps me clear my head." I didn't solve the world's problems during my run. I didn't even solve my own. But, for 23 minutes and 45 seconds the world belonged only to me. I could cry. I could daydream. I could plot. I could pray. And, I did them all.
A year from now, I will look back on December 14, 2011 as the moment when it all clicked. I'll look on it as the precise moment in my life where my head and heart didn't get in the way of my health. It will mark the first time that I chose to rise above my emotional crutches (skipping workouts, quitting something hard, or diving into the fridge for comfort) and did the right thing... the healthy thing... for me.
I did not let that nasty little voice inside my head talk me out of anything. She did bend me. In fact she came dangerously close to getting her way. But, she did not break me. I came to my senses and got back in the game.
Sadly, my night didn't improve much after that. But, I was grateful that, like clockwork, my night in shining armor pulled up in his big grey truck to offer me a ride the rest of the way home. I took it too because that last hill is a bitch and I really didn't want to walk up it. I'd already run almost 2.5 miles for the day... give a girl a break!
Today, my knee held up surprisingly well. I think icing it immediately when I got home last night made a world of difference. I did not skip the gym tonight either. Shoulders and triceps were on tap today. And, I finished off my session with a 2 mile walk. It was nice.
Welcome to a brand new day. Tomorow begins a new evolution.
Cheers!
Margar
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
There's an Actual Runner Lurking In Here
I know it's been a a month since my last post. I've been busy and I really haven't had a lot to say other than a bit of complaining about various aches and pains. Believe me. There have been many many complaints. :) If you are a Facebook Friend, you already know all about this.
These past five weeks I've been mainly focused on the "doing" as opposed to the "talking about doing". I started this journey at 1/2 mile. At the end of that half mile I was gasping for breath so hard that I thought 1 mile was impossible. It wasn't. But, I wouldn't have achieved it without the help of Lars. At the beginning of this journey he told me that I could piggy back on his motivation for a few weeks, but then I would have to find it within myself. I did. It was there all along. I just needed to throw out some baggage to find it.
At first, our runs were approached with fear and dread. The only thing keeping me coming back was my innate need for Lar's approval and my gut wrenching fear of being a disappointment. That lasted for about two weeks. Once I hit that mile mark, the game changed. I am happy to SHOUT that last week I went to 1.25 miles. Today, I embark on 1.5 miles.
Now I approach these runs with anticipation and excitement, and still a little fear. Some days I hurt. But, I always ask that ultimate question: "Are you hurt or are you injured?" I can work through pain. Indeed, there have been a couple of days (yesterday being one of them) when I really had to think about the reality of my weight measured against my ability to improve within that magic timetable in my head. I've signed up for my very first 5k Run on January 21, 2012.
I've been at this blog off and on for nearly two years. Most of you were with me at the beginning of "One Year to 100 Pounds". A lofty goal to be sure. One that, in retrospect, was probably a bit unrealistic. I managed to drop about 26 pounds that first 8 months. I became disgusted. But, I kept it off through the end of 2010. I spent most of 2011 putting almost every pound back on. Two years later, here I am at almost the same weight I started. But, I'm not whining about it. It is what it is. Past failures pave the way for future success.
About six weeks ago, thanks to some tough love from a couple of friends, I finally got my head out of my ass and decided to focus on just being healthy. I have to accept that if I continue to do the right things, the weight will eventually take care of itself in its own time. I know what my magic number on the scale is. But, I haven't been on a scale in a couple of weeks. I don't want to be discouraged if it doesn't shoot back the right number. Instead, I'm focused on living life healthier. Period. End of sentence.
For me, not to be a slave to the scale is a major leap of faith. That doesn't mean I don't have goals. I do. Not a single one of them is related to a number on the scale. I am taking measurements and have zero intention of getting on a scale prior to January 1, 2012 when I join a group of friends on a new 12 week challenge that also includes some nutritional goals.
Right now I have my eyes on the 5k Prize. Who knew that inside me there was the heartbeat of a runner lurking all along?
Cheers!
Margar
At first, our runs were approached with fear and dread. The only thing keeping me coming back was my innate need for Lar's approval and my gut wrenching fear of being a disappointment. That lasted for about two weeks. Once I hit that mile mark, the game changed. I am happy to SHOUT that last week I went to 1.25 miles. Today, I embark on 1.5 miles.
Now I approach these runs with anticipation and excitement, and still a little fear. Some days I hurt. But, I always ask that ultimate question: "Are you hurt or are you injured?" I can work through pain. Indeed, there have been a couple of days (yesterday being one of them) when I really had to think about the reality of my weight measured against my ability to improve within that magic timetable in my head. I've signed up for my very first 5k Run on January 21, 2012.
I've been at this blog off and on for nearly two years. Most of you were with me at the beginning of "One Year to 100 Pounds". A lofty goal to be sure. One that, in retrospect, was probably a bit unrealistic. I managed to drop about 26 pounds that first 8 months. I became disgusted. But, I kept it off through the end of 2010. I spent most of 2011 putting almost every pound back on. Two years later, here I am at almost the same weight I started. But, I'm not whining about it. It is what it is. Past failures pave the way for future success.
About six weeks ago, thanks to some tough love from a couple of friends, I finally got my head out of my ass and decided to focus on just being healthy. I have to accept that if I continue to do the right things, the weight will eventually take care of itself in its own time. I know what my magic number on the scale is. But, I haven't been on a scale in a couple of weeks. I don't want to be discouraged if it doesn't shoot back the right number. Instead, I'm focused on living life healthier. Period. End of sentence.
For me, not to be a slave to the scale is a major leap of faith. That doesn't mean I don't have goals. I do. Not a single one of them is related to a number on the scale. I am taking measurements and have zero intention of getting on a scale prior to January 1, 2012 when I join a group of friends on a new 12 week challenge that also includes some nutritional goals.
Right now I have my eyes on the 5k Prize. Who knew that inside me there was the heartbeat of a runner lurking all along?
Cheers!
Margar
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Runner's Log Week 1
It's the end of my first week of running and I hurt all over. This week has been full of a lot of surprises and revelations.
One week in and I can honestly say that little by little...
True to his Destroyer moniker, Lars says we are increasing our runs this week from walk a 1/4, jog a 1/2, walk a 1/4 to walk a 1/4, jog 3/4, walk a 1/4.
Do I believe I can do it? uh... not really.
Would I prefer to keep our original schedule one more week? Yes.
Am I going to whine and complain about it? What do you think? That's a big fat yes.
Will I quit? HELL NO!
I survived week one of rookie runner 101. I'm looking forward to a challenging and rewarding week two.
Cheers!
Margar
- I don't hurt as bad as I thought I would.
- It's exactly as hard as I thought it would be.
- I am stronger and more commited than I imagined I would be.
One week in and I can honestly say that little by little...
- My faith is turning into belief.
- My fear is turning into confidence.
- My fat is burning and muscle is building.
True to his Destroyer moniker, Lars says we are increasing our runs this week from walk a 1/4, jog a 1/2, walk a 1/4 to walk a 1/4, jog 3/4, walk a 1/4.
Do I believe I can do it? uh... not really.
Would I prefer to keep our original schedule one more week? Yes.
Am I going to whine and complain about it? What do you think? That's a big fat yes.
Will I quit? HELL NO!
I survived week one of rookie runner 101. I'm looking forward to a challenging and rewarding week two.
Cheers!
Margar
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Like Forest Gump - I ran
Yesterday I did it. I finally did it. I embarked on a new adventure - learning to run.
I have a friend who has agreed to assist me in this quest. He prefers to remain nameless and anonymous. But, I have to give him some sort of moniker. I've been pondering nicknames. I toyed with Hulk, Drill Seargant, and Muscles. But, none seemed to really work. So, I asked him what nickname he wanted. At first he came back with Mastadon. I had to say "no" to that. His second choice..."Lars the Destroyer"... I suppose I can get on board with this. Go figure. Who knew he spent his youth playing dungeons and dragons with his friends on his Commodore 64?
Anyhoo... Lars agreed to help teach me to run. I know what you're thinking. It's just running. Everybody can run. There's a difference between "running" to the grocery store, which involves getting in your car; or running from a serial rapist, which involves engaging your "fight or flight" instincts; and running for pleasure. Hmm... I'm not sure "pleasure" is quite the right word... How about "Running for fitness"? Yes. Let's go with that because I think it will be a while before the words "pleasure" and "run" collide in the same sentence for me.
Oh Sorry... back to my point.
LD and I embarked on our first run yesterday. It was more like a slog... er... Jog. We walked for .25 miles; jogged for .5 miles and walked .25 miles. There were moments when I thought I might die. I didn't. There were moments when I thought WTH was I thinking? And, there was at least one moment, when I almost keeled over and prayed for the sweet sweet release of death. But, it was just my gag reflex talking.
It's important to note that I consider LD to be one of my dearest friends on most days. But, he was adamant that BFF status would be left at the door and his Destroyer persona would appear. He kinda lies because he was possibly the best trainer I've ever encountered. And, he wasn't mean at all. I wanted him to push me farther than I would ever push myself. And, he did. I knew that he would not put up with any of my whiny crap. And, he didn't. But, mostly that's because I was too busy wheezing to complain. And, I was really hoping to learn proper form and technique, which I know absolutely nothing about. Mission accomplished.
In fact, I only wanted to trip him a couple of times when he was coaxing me up this hill or that (by hill I mean maybe a 3% incline which lasted no more than 20 yards. But, hey this is my story, and I'm going with hill. You're lucky I didn't call it a mountain cuz that's what it felt like). This afternoon my thighs are starting to burn and I'm hating on Lars the Destroyer just a little bit. But, mostly I'm grateful that he's willing to invest the time and energy in my success.
He's been a good sport all the way around. I've been pontificating to him about my fears about for days. Yesterday, he finally said that I could piggy back on his motivation to a point, but then I was going to have to find it within myself. Tough Love. I love it. You know you really have to pick someone who's not a relative or spouse to prod you on this way. A husband, wife, mother, father, brother, sister etc... could not get away with saying these kinds of things without causing a riff. I can walk away and be pissed at LD and he won't be worried whether or not I might choke him in his sleep or poison his dinner. (Not that I would EVER do any of those things to anyone...)
I've given what he said some thought. I really don't think it was (or is) a lack of motivation. It's more like fear of failure. Or maybe, it's just me trying to give myself an "out". I generally quit or just plain never embark on things that I can't be good at. I never really believed I could do this. I can point to countless resolutions to complete a 5K that were abandoned after half-hearted attempts. Now that Lars is on board. I don't have a choice but to be successful. He sent me a run schedule for the next six months. But, something else has changed. We started our journey about two weeks later than I intended because I came down with a horrible case of bronchitis. This would have been my perfect "out". I could have easily just never brought it up again...But, I kept telling him that I wasn't giving up and when we all finally agreed that I was well enough to give it a shot, I did. That's serious progress. It's the internal stuff that keeps us from achieving the success we really want.
Cheers!
Margar The Willing.
I have a friend who has agreed to assist me in this quest. He prefers to remain nameless and anonymous. But, I have to give him some sort of moniker. I've been pondering nicknames. I toyed with Hulk, Drill Seargant, and Muscles. But, none seemed to really work. So, I asked him what nickname he wanted. At first he came back with Mastadon. I had to say "no" to that. His second choice..."Lars the Destroyer"... I suppose I can get on board with this. Go figure. Who knew he spent his youth playing dungeons and dragons with his friends on his Commodore 64?
Anyhoo... Lars agreed to help teach me to run. I know what you're thinking. It's just running. Everybody can run. There's a difference between "running" to the grocery store, which involves getting in your car; or running from a serial rapist, which involves engaging your "fight or flight" instincts; and running for pleasure. Hmm... I'm not sure "pleasure" is quite the right word... How about "Running for fitness"? Yes. Let's go with that because I think it will be a while before the words "pleasure" and "run" collide in the same sentence for me.
Oh Sorry... back to my point.
LD and I embarked on our first run yesterday. It was more like a slog... er... Jog. We walked for .25 miles; jogged for .5 miles and walked .25 miles. There were moments when I thought I might die. I didn't. There were moments when I thought WTH was I thinking? And, there was at least one moment, when I almost keeled over and prayed for the sweet sweet release of death. But, it was just my gag reflex talking.
It's important to note that I consider LD to be one of my dearest friends on most days. But, he was adamant that BFF status would be left at the door and his Destroyer persona would appear. He kinda lies because he was possibly the best trainer I've ever encountered. And, he wasn't mean at all. I wanted him to push me farther than I would ever push myself. And, he did. I knew that he would not put up with any of my whiny crap. And, he didn't. But, mostly that's because I was too busy wheezing to complain. And, I was really hoping to learn proper form and technique, which I know absolutely nothing about. Mission accomplished.
In fact, I only wanted to trip him a couple of times when he was coaxing me up this hill or that (by hill I mean maybe a 3% incline which lasted no more than 20 yards. But, hey this is my story, and I'm going with hill. You're lucky I didn't call it a mountain cuz that's what it felt like). This afternoon my thighs are starting to burn and I'm hating on Lars the Destroyer just a little bit. But, mostly I'm grateful that he's willing to invest the time and energy in my success.
He's been a good sport all the way around. I've been pontificating to him about my fears about for days. Yesterday, he finally said that I could piggy back on his motivation to a point, but then I was going to have to find it within myself. Tough Love. I love it. You know you really have to pick someone who's not a relative or spouse to prod you on this way. A husband, wife, mother, father, brother, sister etc... could not get away with saying these kinds of things without causing a riff. I can walk away and be pissed at LD and he won't be worried whether or not I might choke him in his sleep or poison his dinner. (Not that I would EVER do any of those things to anyone...)
I've given what he said some thought. I really don't think it was (or is) a lack of motivation. It's more like fear of failure. Or maybe, it's just me trying to give myself an "out". I generally quit or just plain never embark on things that I can't be good at. I never really believed I could do this. I can point to countless resolutions to complete a 5K that were abandoned after half-hearted attempts. Now that Lars is on board. I don't have a choice but to be successful. He sent me a run schedule for the next six months. But, something else has changed. We started our journey about two weeks later than I intended because I came down with a horrible case of bronchitis. This would have been my perfect "out". I could have easily just never brought it up again...But, I kept telling him that I wasn't giving up and when we all finally agreed that I was well enough to give it a shot, I did. That's serious progress. It's the internal stuff that keeps us from achieving the success we really want.
In other News
No weight loss this week. That's ok. Still holding steady. I'm off to walk ever so slowly on a treadmill and bang out a back and biceps workout.Cheers!
Margar The Willing.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Challenge Update
Hi gang,
It's been an interesting 2 and a half weeks. Week one went great. I lost 3.2 lbs the first week. I lost 1.4 lbs the second week. But, it wasn't a perfect week by any means. I didn't exercise at all. Now, I'm in the middle of week 3 and still no workouts mainly because I came down with a cold last thursday.
It all began on a Thursday night in Roanoke. We drove up to stay with friends the night before we embarked on our Martinsville Race Weekend camping trip. At first it seemed harmless. I bought some cold medicine and cough drops and went on my merry way. But, it was cold and rainy on Friday. I was out in the elements until the wee hours of saturday morning and that was the beginning of the end. Each day was worse and worse. But, I fueled up on cold medicine and stuck it out like the trooper I am.
We came home Monday and I fell apart. I couldn't even get out of bed until 3:30 pm on Tuesday. Yesterday, I finally broke down and went to the doctor only to discover that my common cold had morphed into a series of "itus-es" -- Bronchitis, Acute Sinusitis, and an ear infection. To make matters even worse I had a rib rattling cough. At some point, I apparently coughed so hard that I burst a blood vessel in my ear. Really?! How does that happen? At any rate, I was sent home with a steroid pack, antibiotics and a sedating cough syrup (which, by the way, doesn't work worth a crap). Last night was by far my worst night. But, I am cautiously optimistic that I'm on the mend.
The steroids seem to be working. I can breathe and while my cough is still persistent, it's not nearly as violent as before. I am hopeful that I can return to work tomorrow and even more hopeful that I can get back in the exercise saddle on Monday.
So, my total weight loss to date is 4.6 pounds. I peeked at the scale this morning and it looks like I've lost another 2.7 pounds. But, I'll wait until Monday for official results given that I've barely eaten this week. I'll take it. If this illness has taught me anything it's not to take my health for granted. I've made many deals with God over the last several days. If you could just make me feel better, I will do ________ insert multitude of answers here. But, the most important one is that I will stop taking my health for granted.
Here's hoping that tomorrow I'm back to my old self.
Cheers!
Margar - On the mend
It's been an interesting 2 and a half weeks. Week one went great. I lost 3.2 lbs the first week. I lost 1.4 lbs the second week. But, it wasn't a perfect week by any means. I didn't exercise at all. Now, I'm in the middle of week 3 and still no workouts mainly because I came down with a cold last thursday.
It all began on a Thursday night in Roanoke. We drove up to stay with friends the night before we embarked on our Martinsville Race Weekend camping trip. At first it seemed harmless. I bought some cold medicine and cough drops and went on my merry way. But, it was cold and rainy on Friday. I was out in the elements until the wee hours of saturday morning and that was the beginning of the end. Each day was worse and worse. But, I fueled up on cold medicine and stuck it out like the trooper I am.
We came home Monday and I fell apart. I couldn't even get out of bed until 3:30 pm on Tuesday. Yesterday, I finally broke down and went to the doctor only to discover that my common cold had morphed into a series of "itus-es" -- Bronchitis, Acute Sinusitis, and an ear infection. To make matters even worse I had a rib rattling cough. At some point, I apparently coughed so hard that I burst a blood vessel in my ear. Really?! How does that happen? At any rate, I was sent home with a steroid pack, antibiotics and a sedating cough syrup (which, by the way, doesn't work worth a crap). Last night was by far my worst night. But, I am cautiously optimistic that I'm on the mend.
The steroids seem to be working. I can breathe and while my cough is still persistent, it's not nearly as violent as before. I am hopeful that I can return to work tomorrow and even more hopeful that I can get back in the exercise saddle on Monday.
So, my total weight loss to date is 4.6 pounds. I peeked at the scale this morning and it looks like I've lost another 2.7 pounds. But, I'll wait until Monday for official results given that I've barely eaten this week. I'll take it. If this illness has taught me anything it's not to take my health for granted. I've made many deals with God over the last several days. If you could just make me feel better, I will do ________ insert multitude of answers here. But, the most important one is that I will stop taking my health for granted.
Here's hoping that tomorrow I'm back to my old self.
Cheers!
Margar - On the mend
Monday, October 17, 2011
84 Days or Bust
Hello there Princess followers. It's been a while. I know I've been off the grid and I won't bore you with excuses. Just know that I'm back.
For the next 84 days (12 weeks) I will be chronicling one of my biggest health decisions of 2011. I'm going to take on the Body For Life Challenge. (For Reals this time). No halfway. No quitting. No Excuses. Just good old fashioned honesty and hard work.
God, this is depressing. But, here are the deets on my beginning weight this morning.... 253.2. That screeching sound you just heard were my sobs. But, that's the end of that. The only thing to do now if forge ahead. I had the good fortune to attend an event with some of my BFL (Body for Life) peeps a couple of weekends ago and it left me feeling inspired and depressed at the same time. Inspired because of all of the success stories and depressed because a year ago at that same event I was about 25 pounds lighter. How does one let it all go to hell in just a year?
One of the guest speakers talked about going on his Farewell Food Tour before going on any kind of diet and I seriously feel like I go on one of those every week. Sunday night I vow to start again on Monday. Then, I oversleep and by Monday night I'm back on the tour again. It's like some morbid food version of the movie Groundhog Day. But, I don't want to be doomed to history repeating itself over and over again. I'm kind of tired of it.
There was another speaker who talked about her addiction to food. I've never heard anyone talk about it in those terms before and as I sat there with tears streaming down my face, I thought "Oh God, that's me." (But, I'll save that discussion for another post)
I'll admit that I'm scared. I've been here so many times both publicly and privately..Only 20% of me actually believes I can do this. But, it's not going to keep me from trying. It won't be easy. There's a race, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas AND New Years. Holy Hell... what was I thinking?!
Go Big or Go Home right? God help me.
Day 1 of 84
Beginning Weight 253.2
Within 12 weeks
I will lose 25 pounds of fat
I will complete a 5k run
I will get my cholesterol to 180
Measurements to come later.
Cheers!
The Angry Princess
For the next 84 days (12 weeks) I will be chronicling one of my biggest health decisions of 2011. I'm going to take on the Body For Life Challenge. (For Reals this time). No halfway. No quitting. No Excuses. Just good old fashioned honesty and hard work.
God, this is depressing. But, here are the deets on my beginning weight this morning.... 253.2. That screeching sound you just heard were my sobs. But, that's the end of that. The only thing to do now if forge ahead. I had the good fortune to attend an event with some of my BFL (Body for Life) peeps a couple of weekends ago and it left me feeling inspired and depressed at the same time. Inspired because of all of the success stories and depressed because a year ago at that same event I was about 25 pounds lighter. How does one let it all go to hell in just a year?
One of the guest speakers talked about going on his Farewell Food Tour before going on any kind of diet and I seriously feel like I go on one of those every week. Sunday night I vow to start again on Monday. Then, I oversleep and by Monday night I'm back on the tour again. It's like some morbid food version of the movie Groundhog Day. But, I don't want to be doomed to history repeating itself over and over again. I'm kind of tired of it.
There was another speaker who talked about her addiction to food. I've never heard anyone talk about it in those terms before and as I sat there with tears streaming down my face, I thought "Oh God, that's me." (But, I'll save that discussion for another post)
I'll admit that I'm scared. I've been here so many times both publicly and privately..Only 20% of me actually believes I can do this. But, it's not going to keep me from trying. It won't be easy. There's a race, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas AND New Years. Holy Hell... what was I thinking?!
Go Big or Go Home right? God help me.
Day 1 of 84
Beginning Weight 253.2
Within 12 weeks
I will lose 25 pounds of fat
I will complete a 5k run
I will get my cholesterol to 180
Measurements to come later.
Cheers!
The Angry Princess
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Buh Bye Fear
Boot Camp Week 1 Recap
Oh the pain... Oh the agony... Oh the muscle spasms... Oh the inches lost... and Oh the weight GAIN... WTH?! Are you freakin kidding me? The only reason I'm not considering a tumble off of a sky scraper right now is
A. It's the first day after a Long Weekend vacation which included some not so great food choices and a fair number of Michelob Ultras.
B. I lost inches.
In the past week, I've had things hurt that I didn't even know existed. But, for reasons which I have yet to fully identify, I keep getting up at 4:20 am, driving 35 miles to a gym that is in no way convenient to me, and submitting to the will of Trainer Reggie. I am actually quite amazed with my dedication here. I am anti-morning from way way way back. Perhaps it's the financial investment. Or maybe (and I'm really hoping it's this one) I just finally am tired of "saying" I'm going to make a change.
Believe me, when it comes to exercise and eating well my fight or flight response tends to lean more toward flight than fight.When T-Reg made me run on Friday, I dutifully wheezed my way around the track and not out the door. I don't even know the name of these football campeqsue army crawl... push up... kick things he makes us do to warm up. But, they are painful and almost always make me feel like I need a bucket. In fact, it's the hardest thing we do the entire time. But, I manage not to find a corner and curl up in the fetal position. On the nights when sleep alludes me (last night being one of them), I still manage to get my butt out of bed and actually be the first one to show up. I'm proud of myself for gutting it out. It occurs to me that I often don't have very nice things to say about myself. I am quick to point out my own perceived flaws before anyone else gets a chance. Perhaps because I think they are already thinking it. So, I'll say it again. I am PROUD OF ME. Say it loud... shout it out proud... Oh sorry. I digress.
It is in situations like these that my stubborn nature really comes out. I managed to get myself back in the boat. But, not before I slipped and cut my hand on the ladder and bruised the crap out of my knee. For a moment, I told myself that I was just not going to get in the water anymore that day. But, it was like 4000 degrees outside so that really wasn't an option. Then, I told everyone that I was going to swim over to this dock and use its ladder to get out and they could just pick me up. Alas, my healthy fear of snakes near docks and shorelines, sort of made that out of the question as well.
What to do... What to do...I would not be thwarted. That "one step menace" (Yes Jon I said it... that step is a MENACE) was not going to beat me. I floated in the water and surveyed my situation for what seemed like hours. In retrospect, I'm sure it was only minutes. I made everyone look away because I knew things were going to be popping out of my bathing suit that others just didn't need to see especially 4 year old boys. Then, I successfully made my ascent. Mission accomplished. It wasn't pretty. But, it was successful. Sometimes you just need to get over yourself and figure out how to succeed no matter how ugly, embarrassing or painful it might be.
Cheers!
Margaret
PS...
You may (or may not) notice that Transformation.com has been removed from my recommended links. Thanks to the honesty of a few of my peeps, I have learned that this community is not quite what it seems. I have deactivated my account and can no longer in good conscience recommend anyone join or participate in Bill Phillips latest endeavor. To say that I'm disappointed is an understatement. Having said that, there are plenty of other online communities out there that do promote a healthy lifestyle and encourage those who actively seek change.
Oh the pain... Oh the agony... Oh the muscle spasms... Oh the inches lost... and Oh the weight GAIN... WTH?! Are you freakin kidding me? The only reason I'm not considering a tumble off of a sky scraper right now is
A. It's the first day after a Long Weekend vacation which included some not so great food choices and a fair number of Michelob Ultras.
B. I lost inches.
In the past week, I've had things hurt that I didn't even know existed. But, for reasons which I have yet to fully identify, I keep getting up at 4:20 am, driving 35 miles to a gym that is in no way convenient to me, and submitting to the will of Trainer Reggie. I am actually quite amazed with my dedication here. I am anti-morning from way way way back. Perhaps it's the financial investment. Or maybe (and I'm really hoping it's this one) I just finally am tired of "saying" I'm going to make a change.
Believe me, when it comes to exercise and eating well my fight or flight response tends to lean more toward flight than fight.When T-Reg made me run on Friday, I dutifully wheezed my way around the track and not out the door. I don't even know the name of these football campeqsue army crawl... push up... kick things he makes us do to warm up. But, they are painful and almost always make me feel like I need a bucket. In fact, it's the hardest thing we do the entire time. But, I manage not to find a corner and curl up in the fetal position. On the nights when sleep alludes me (last night being one of them), I still manage to get my butt out of bed and actually be the first one to show up. I'm proud of myself for gutting it out. It occurs to me that I often don't have very nice things to say about myself. I am quick to point out my own perceived flaws before anyone else gets a chance. Perhaps because I think they are already thinking it. So, I'll say it again. I am PROUD OF ME. Say it loud... shout it out proud... Oh sorry. I digress.
Boating Injuries and GERDacious Disturbances
The Hubs and I spent a spectacular Fourth of July weekend with friends in Virginia. We really needed it. These past few weeks since the wreck have been particularly stressful. It was nice to kick back and enjoy some of life's simple pleasures. Unfortunately, I think the hubs and I had some kind of Freaky Friday experience. Generally, he is the one who hurts himself in seemingly innocent ways like falling off a two foot step ladder or tripping over a tree stump, etc. This time is was me. First, I made the mistake of eating a Convenience Store Turkey Sammich on our road trip despite warnings from the Boss of My Colon. It was the healthiest thing in the place and I was ravenous. I spent the next few days doing battle with my system, which kicked back everything I tried to eat. (yet another reason why I'm pissed that the scale showed a gain). At any rate, I learned a valuable lesson about those seemingly harmless sandwiches. Then, there was the boating incident. Technically, it was not really an incident. It was more of a Me having trouble getting up the ladder back into the boat. It is in situations like these that my stubborn nature really comes out. I managed to get myself back in the boat. But, not before I slipped and cut my hand on the ladder and bruised the crap out of my knee. For a moment, I told myself that I was just not going to get in the water anymore that day. But, it was like 4000 degrees outside so that really wasn't an option. Then, I told everyone that I was going to swim over to this dock and use its ladder to get out and they could just pick me up. Alas, my healthy fear of snakes near docks and shorelines, sort of made that out of the question as well.
What to do... What to do...I would not be thwarted. That "one step menace" (Yes Jon I said it... that step is a MENACE) was not going to beat me. I floated in the water and surveyed my situation for what seemed like hours. In retrospect, I'm sure it was only minutes. I made everyone look away because I knew things were going to be popping out of my bathing suit that others just didn't need to see especially 4 year old boys. Then, I successfully made my ascent. Mission accomplished. It wasn't pretty. But, it was successful. Sometimes you just need to get over yourself and figure out how to succeed no matter how ugly, embarrassing or painful it might be.
Cheers!
Margaret
PS...
You may (or may not) notice that Transformation.com has been removed from my recommended links. Thanks to the honesty of a few of my peeps, I have learned that this community is not quite what it seems. I have deactivated my account and can no longer in good conscience recommend anyone join or participate in Bill Phillips latest endeavor. To say that I'm disappointed is an understatement. Having said that, there are plenty of other online communities out there that do promote a healthy lifestyle and encourage those who actively seek change.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
HooYah Master Chief!
Tomorrow is "B" Day (Boot Camp begins). In an effort to get my mind right, I watched one of my all time favorite movies last night -- G.I. Jane.
One of my favorite scenes of the movie is the first day of training when Master Chief John James Urgayle (played by Viggo Mortenson - arguably one of the sexiest men on the planet) addresses his troops with a poem.
Self Pity
“I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A [small] bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.” - D.H. Lawrence
Whenever I find myself feeling low I recite this poem in my head. It comes in handy. We all fail. It's what we do after we fail that really counts. But, that's another post for another day. I'm channeling my inner warrior here because tomorrow I am going to battle -- with myself.
Another of my favorite scenes in the movie includes this quote by the Master Chief when he is taunting O'Neil (Demi Moore - arguably one of the sexiest women on the planet. Definitely the hottest woman over 40)
He says, "Pain is your friend.... Your ally.... It will keep you awake in times of emergency... it will tell you when you are seriously injured... it will keep you angry and remind you to finish the job and get the hell home.
But you know the best thing about pain?
Oneill "Noooo.... Sir!"
Master Chief: "It let's you know you're not dead yet!"
I feel that I'm going to need to remember this interaction the most because when I took the "trial boot camp class" a couple of weeks ago, it was three days before I could walk right again. I don't have three days to recover because I have to do this all over again on Wednesday and Friday.
My friend Laurie says that I'm going to hate her for at least a week. But, then I'm going to love her. So, in case she's right, I feel compelled to tell that I think Laurie is a great. And, I appreciate that she never gives up on me. She's been trying to con... I mean convince me to try this class for a year. Now... if you here me calling her the devil or worse after tomorrow, remember I said these nice things.
I am a little apprehensive about the class, but I am most afraid of my inability to sleep. I've been battling insomnia since we had the accident. I've already taken some Advil PM tonight in hopes of getting in bed by 9 and to be asleep by 10. I have to be up and out of the house by 4:30 in order to make my 5:15 am class.
Those of you who have witnessed my morning demeanor know how hard this is going to be for me. If it was easy, everyone would do it right? One last thing. If you see me sprawled out on the floor or doubled over in pain this week, don't just snicker and walk on by, I'd appreciate it if you'd please help me up.
Ok... I gotta bounce. True Blood it coming on and I have to go to bed early. :)
Cheers!
Margaret
One of my favorite scenes of the movie is the first day of training when Master Chief John James Urgayle (played by Viggo Mortenson - arguably one of the sexiest men on the planet) addresses his troops with a poem.
Self Pity
“I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A [small] bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.” - D.H. Lawrence
Whenever I find myself feeling low I recite this poem in my head. It comes in handy. We all fail. It's what we do after we fail that really counts. But, that's another post for another day. I'm channeling my inner warrior here because tomorrow I am going to battle -- with myself.
Another of my favorite scenes in the movie includes this quote by the Master Chief when he is taunting O'Neil (Demi Moore - arguably one of the sexiest women on the planet. Definitely the hottest woman over 40)He says, "Pain is your friend.... Your ally.... It will keep you awake in times of emergency... it will tell you when you are seriously injured... it will keep you angry and remind you to finish the job and get the hell home.
Oneill "Noooo.... Sir!"
Master Chief: "It let's you know you're not dead yet!"
I feel that I'm going to need to remember this interaction the most because when I took the "trial boot camp class" a couple of weeks ago, it was three days before I could walk right again. I don't have three days to recover because I have to do this all over again on Wednesday and Friday.
My friend Laurie says that I'm going to hate her for at least a week. But, then I'm going to love her. So, in case she's right, I feel compelled to tell that I think Laurie is a great. And, I appreciate that she never gives up on me. She's been trying to con... I mean convince me to try this class for a year. Now... if you here me calling her the devil or worse after tomorrow, remember I said these nice things.
I am a little apprehensive about the class, but I am most afraid of my inability to sleep. I've been battling insomnia since we had the accident. I've already taken some Advil PM tonight in hopes of getting in bed by 9 and to be asleep by 10. I have to be up and out of the house by 4:30 in order to make my 5:15 am class.
Those of you who have witnessed my morning demeanor know how hard this is going to be for me. If it was easy, everyone would do it right? One last thing. If you see me sprawled out on the floor or doubled over in pain this week, don't just snicker and walk on by, I'd appreciate it if you'd please help me up.
Ok... I gotta bounce. True Blood it coming on and I have to go to bed early. :)
Cheers!
Margaret
Friday, June 24, 2011
A Thousand Diets and So Little Time
Just for kicks tonight, I googled the word "diet". It yielded 89 pages of results. Estimate 10 results per page and one could safely say that organic search results yield roughly 890 websites . EIGHT HUNDRED AND NINETY.
So, I guess it is true that there are a thousand different ways to lose weight that range from the Ridiculous to the Righteous and from the easy to follow to the I need a PhD to understand this crap. Ultimately, it's a change in lifestyle that brings long term success. But, let's face it, some of us need a program to follow. We don't want to have to "think that hard" about losing weight. Don't we really just want it handed to us on a silver platter?
Alas, if only it was that easy. Most diets that are rooted in sound nutritional science are very similar. It's all in the packaging. The USDA has even gotten on the bandwagon and recently released ChooseMyPlate.gov. So, what does the government have to say about nutrition?
- Avoid over sized portions
FOODS TO INCREASE
- Make half your plate fruits and vegetables.
- Make at least half of your grains whole grains.
- Switch to fat free or Low fat (1%) Milk
FOODS TO REDUCE
- Compare foods and then choose those with lower sodium counts.
- Drink water instead of sugary drinks
Still confused? Take a deep breath and hear what all of these gurus, governments and fat whisperers are saying... WE MUST EAT LESS and MOVE MORE! Easy to say and hard as hell to do.
The hubs is following Weight Watchers Points Plus program. He's doing well and after almost three weeks, I've been sticking to a balanced 40/30/30 diet. I've lost 4lbs. He has lost 5 I think. I'm having to calculate the points of everything I cook for him so I might as well just count points right along with him.
Tonight's dinner which included Oven "fried" chicken drumsticks (skinless of course) and Tomato, Mozzarella and Balsmic Salad was a delicious 10 points.
Tomorrow, I'm making a Blackberry-Lemon Chiffon Pie which is 4 points per serving. I'll let you know how it works out.
Cheers!
Margaret
So, I guess it is true that there are a thousand different ways to lose weight that range from the Ridiculous to the Righteous and from the easy to follow to the I need a PhD to understand this crap. Ultimately, it's a change in lifestyle that brings long term success. But, let's face it, some of us need a program to follow. We don't want to have to "think that hard" about losing weight. Don't we really just want it handed to us on a silver platter?
Alas, if only it was that easy. Most diets that are rooted in sound nutritional science are very similar. It's all in the packaging. The USDA has even gotten on the bandwagon and recently released ChooseMyPlate.gov. So, what does the government have to say about nutrition?
BALANCING CALORIES
- Enjoy your food, but eat less. (DUH)- Avoid over sized portions
FOODS TO INCREASE
- Make half your plate fruits and vegetables.
- Make at least half of your grains whole grains.
- Switch to fat free or Low fat (1%) Milk
FOODS TO REDUCE
- Compare foods and then choose those with lower sodium counts.
- Drink water instead of sugary drinks
Still confused? Take a deep breath and hear what all of these gurus, governments and fat whisperers are saying... WE MUST EAT LESS and MOVE MORE! Easy to say and hard as hell to do.
The hubs is following Weight Watchers Points Plus program. He's doing well and after almost three weeks, I've been sticking to a balanced 40/30/30 diet. I've lost 4lbs. He has lost 5 I think. I'm having to calculate the points of everything I cook for him so I might as well just count points right along with him.
Tonight's dinner which included Oven "fried" chicken drumsticks (skinless of course) and Tomato, Mozzarella and Balsmic Salad was a delicious 10 points.
Tomorrow, I'm making a Blackberry-Lemon Chiffon Pie which is 4 points per serving. I'll let you know how it works out.
Cheers!
Margaret
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Exercising that Gratitude Muscle
Eight days ago, I announced my return to the blogosphere and my intent to get my head back into the healthy game. Since then, I've signed up for and paid for a Boot Camp class that begins on Monday and I narrowly escaped death.
Adversity
Last Wednesday night, the hubs and I were on our way to West Virginia for a long weekend of camping with friends. Our plan was to drive halfway and spend the night in Lexington, KY.
About 45 minutes after stopping for dinner, we were heading up the Bluegrass Parkway going about 60 mph when we "think" we blew a tire on our camper. Despite his heroic efforts, T could not get us under control. To make a long story short, the force of the sway flipped the camper and then our truck on its side. We were fortunate enough to literally WALK away from this accident.
Acceptance
It would be easy to succumb to the anger of a totaled camper and a heavily damaged truck. It would be easy to let the aftermath of insurance red tape, the inconvenience of a rental car, and trying to get our camper replaced to get us down. It would be easy to ask "why us?. But, the first step to overcoming adversity is accepting your circumstances and moving forward from there.
While I know this phrase gets a lot of play and is often considered trite, I think it fits here... "it is what it is."
The hardest part of this accident was missing out on a trip that we had been planning for over a year. But, we can't go back in time and change any of it. It was a freak accident and no one was at fault. Instead of reading a blog post written by me, you could be reading an In Memoriam written by someone I left behind. The anecdote of Anger is Gratitude. And, I am grateful to God for a number of things:
It must be said that we have the best friends on the planet. So many people offered to come and get us while we were stuck in Kentucky. Our neighbors brought us food when we finally got home. And yet another one of our peeps came to help us unload the Uhaul we had to rent to cart the stuff we salvaged from the camper.
We are so fortunate to have such a wonderful extended family. I mean seriously, how many people can say they have friends that would make "flat" versions of you and send pictures all weekend to make sure you still felt included in the trip you were missing.
My heart is full knowing these people are, and will always be, a huge part of our lives. Please note that the adults didn't create the flat versions of the Angells. It was their kids.
I am sick about missing out on this fun filled weekend. But, I know there will be others. This week, we are regrouping and trying to get things back to normal as much as possible. Each day things get a little better than the day before. We've both been pretty sore. But, come Monday at 5:15 am I will be bright eyed, bushy tailed and ready to get my ass kicked at Boot Camp. Well... bright eyed and bushy tailed is probably a lie. But, I WILL be there prepared to get my ass kicked. Why? Because I can and because it's what I need.
I choose to be grateful for the gifts that have been bestowed upon me and I choose to be the best "me" I can possibly be.
Cheers!
Margar
Adversity
About 45 minutes after stopping for dinner, we were heading up the Bluegrass Parkway going about 60 mph when we "think" we blew a tire on our camper. Despite his heroic efforts, T could not get us under control. To make a long story short, the force of the sway flipped the camper and then our truck on its side. We were fortunate enough to literally WALK away from this accident.
Acceptance
It would be easy to succumb to the anger of a totaled camper and a heavily damaged truck. It would be easy to let the aftermath of insurance red tape, the inconvenience of a rental car, and trying to get our camper replaced to get us down. It would be easy to ask "why us?. But, the first step to overcoming adversity is accepting your circumstances and moving forward from there.
While I know this phrase gets a lot of play and is often considered trite, I think it fits here... "it is what it is."
The hardest part of this accident was missing out on a trip that we had been planning for over a year. But, we can't go back in time and change any of it. It was a freak accident and no one was at fault. Instead of reading a blog post written by me, you could be reading an In Memoriam written by someone I left behind. The anecdote of Anger is Gratitude. And, I am grateful to God for a number of things:
- If not for the sheer force of will that my husband used to wrangle our vehicle, we could have flipped at 60 mph instead of 30 mph. Thank God for him and his quick thinking.
- Thank God for Ford Trucks with side impact airbags. Without them, my right side would be crushed.
- Thank God for seat belts. Without them, we would have been a grease spot on the interstate.
- Thank God there weren't many people on the highway at 10 pm and that the 18 Wheeler behind us was able to stop. We merely inconvenienced a few people by closing down the Bluegrass Parkway for a couple of hours instead of injuring or killing someone else who might have crashed into us.
- Thank God for the all Volunteer Fire and EMS Department of Elizabethtown, KY. Their kindness and helpfulness will never be forgotten
- Most of all Thank God for our friends and family who have helped us recover in ways that we will never be able to fully convey.
It must be said that we have the best friends on the planet. So many people offered to come and get us while we were stuck in Kentucky. Our neighbors brought us food when we finally got home. And yet another one of our peeps came to help us unload the Uhaul we had to rent to cart the stuff we salvaged from the camper.
We are so fortunate to have such a wonderful extended family. I mean seriously, how many people can say they have friends that would make "flat" versions of you and send pictures all weekend to make sure you still felt included in the trip you were missing.My heart is full knowing these people are, and will always be, a huge part of our lives. Please note that the adults didn't create the flat versions of the Angells. It was their kids.
I am sick about missing out on this fun filled weekend. But, I know there will be others. This week, we are regrouping and trying to get things back to normal as much as possible. Each day things get a little better than the day before. We've both been pretty sore. But, come Monday at 5:15 am I will be bright eyed, bushy tailed and ready to get my ass kicked at Boot Camp. Well... bright eyed and bushy tailed is probably a lie. But, I WILL be there prepared to get my ass kicked. Why? Because I can and because it's what I need.
I choose to be grateful for the gifts that have been bestowed upon me and I choose to be the best "me" I can possibly be.
Cheers!
Margar
Monday, June 13, 2011
BREAKING NEWS - The Angry Princess is Back in Action
I'll spare you the recap of the excuses, as well as the pity party spiral I've been on for the past couple of months and simply say, The Angry Princess is Back -- with a vengeance.
The hubs and I are embarking on a weight loss journey together.
His method: Weight Watchers - He tracks his food intake on their website
My Method: A balanced diet of 40%Carbs; 30%Fat; 30% protein and 1900 calories per day - I track mine on Fatsecret.com, which is Free!
Note: Interestingly enough, our programs are remarkably similar.
Our first goal is to drop 10% of our body weight. Last week was our first week. He dropped 2.2 lbs and I dropped 2 lbs.
I will admit that I've put back on all but 10 pounds of the original weight that I lost last year. I've spent a lot of time, too much time, being pissed off about this. This is why I'm not going to rehash it here. It's done. In the past. I can't change it. Nuff said.
At the end of the day, It simply comes down to the fact that both the hubs and I are sick of being fat. I guess the difference is that this time, we're in this together. I'll say this. I don't think the hubs is fat. He wants to lose about 40lbs and shape up. He's already well on his way, since he's been exercising for a few months now. You all know my ultimate goal of 100 lbs by now. But, for the sake of manageable goals that I can achieve, I'm focusing on an initial loss of 25lbs.
I am about to embark on a month long, 3 days a week Boot Camp adventure that starts at 5:15 am (yes, you read that right). It's expensive and it's not convenient at all. BUT, it does come with the bonus of a friend being in the class with me, who has lost a remarkable amount of weight in the last year. She looks fantastic and she credits this class and it's trainer for helping her reach her goals. (she's sporting a size 4 these days!!!)
I need a kick in the pants and real results don't lie so I'm going to give it a try. Also, considering the financial investment, I'm pretty sure that my hubs will be kicking my butt out of bed promptly at 4:30 Monday, Wednesday and Friday because, while he doesn't mind the investment, he will mind if I just waste the money. Accountability people... That's what it's all about.
I don't expect to go from an 18 to a 4 in one month. But, I do expect to see some real results. I tried a "free" class on Saturday and it was great. I loved it... until yesterday... when the mere act of brushing my hair seemed like an impossibility. My friend did warn me that I would hate her at first, but then I would love her. On Saturday when I was flush from my success, I thought she was the greatest thing ever. Yesterday there was no part of me that didn't hate her. Today, I'm teetering somewhere between love and mild disdain.
So, why take a Boot Camp class across town at 5:15 in the morning that costs at least an arm and part of a leg?
- I have seen the results live and in person. Not pictures of someone who claims to have transformed their body as a result of this class. But, a real person who I knew before and after. That's powerful stuff.
- I'm meeting with the personal trainer conducting the class this afternoon. He wants to know my goals before he will let me join, which I consider the mark of a true professional.
- He also made a point of providing me with modifications on Saturday for any of the exercises that I was not "fit or flexible enough" to do. Also, the mark of a true professional.
Assuming I get past this afternoon's Q&A with Trainer Reggie, I'll begin Boot Camp on June 27th. In the meantime, the hubs and I are circuit training at the YMCA tonight. Stay tuned as our adventure continues.
Cheers!
Margaret
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Hurts So Good!
Day 71,
There is barely a single part of my body that doesn't hurt tonight. I am proud to report that I have exercised 5 of the last six days and I've had no HFCS. My sugar consumption today is in the 17 gram range again. Success on all fronts.
Today, for no other reason than it sounded like a good idea, we decided to take a stroll on the Hendersonville Greenway after lunch. We'd never walked the trail before and we thought that, at best, it was a one mile loop. Four miles later... we finished.
I was not hydrated enough for four miles and I discovered during that four miles that it was definitely time for a new pair of sneakers. Next time, I will definitely be more prepared. Tonight my legs and feet are killing me. I have blisters on both my big toes. OOUUUCCCHHEEEE!
Let's not forget yesterday's body combat class. My glutes hurt from that and my shoulders and biceps hurt too. I'm afraid of what tomorrow may bring in terms of soreness. I know that it will definitely be a day of rest for me.
Cheers!
Margaret
There is barely a single part of my body that doesn't hurt tonight. I am proud to report that I have exercised 5 of the last six days and I've had no HFCS. My sugar consumption today is in the 17 gram range again. Success on all fronts.
Today, for no other reason than it sounded like a good idea, we decided to take a stroll on the Hendersonville Greenway after lunch. We'd never walked the trail before and we thought that, at best, it was a one mile loop. Four miles later... we finished.
I was not hydrated enough for four miles and I discovered during that four miles that it was definitely time for a new pair of sneakers. Next time, I will definitely be more prepared. Tonight my legs and feet are killing me. I have blisters on both my big toes. OOUUUCCCHHEEEE!
Let's not forget yesterday's body combat class. My glutes hurt from that and my shoulders and biceps hurt too. I'm afraid of what tomorrow may bring in terms of soreness. I know that it will definitely be a day of rest for me.
Cheers!
Margaret
Friday, March 11, 2011
Combat Whale
Day 70,
Holy Cellulite Batman Body Combat class is NOT for sissies. If you want a good lesson in just how unfit you are take this class. It will humble you. I am in awe of the gal that taught the class. She had also taught a spin class earlier in the day. It may be a week before I can walk right again. She probably rode her bicycle 10 miles to her house after class. I'm in awe of her level of fitness.
BUT, I'm hooked. I loved it. I did not love my reflection in the mirror. I most certainly did not love the fact that I almost tossed my cookies twice. And, I guarantee you that I will never work shoulders and biceps the night before this class again.
So, what did I love? The challenge. I can lift weights like nobody's business. I'm actually quite strong. But, I'm about as cardiovascularly unfit as a person can get. I had to face a lot of fears in this class. I was by far the fattest person in there. I felt like a whale dancing with goldfish. My fat rolls jiggled. I huffed and puffed. I couldn't do all of the moves perfectly. But, all of this just fueled that fire inside of me that will not be beaten. I consider it a huge victory that I made it out of that class alive. Now, tomorrow when I can barely walk, I may be singing a different tune. But, I'm a fighter. I'm a survivor. And, I will not fail.
The hubs took the class with me. I'm pretty sure that he's plotting some kind of large scale payback for this one. He made it through the class too. But, I don't think he is nearly as motivated to return as I am. The class is rated for people of "moderate" fitness. If that's what "moderate" fitness looks like, I am at the slothy snail stage. But, that's ok. I'll get there.
Sugar intake today was the best so far 17 grams total!
Cheers!
Margaret
Holy Cellulite Batman Body Combat class is NOT for sissies. If you want a good lesson in just how unfit you are take this class. It will humble you. I am in awe of the gal that taught the class. She had also taught a spin class earlier in the day. It may be a week before I can walk right again. She probably rode her bicycle 10 miles to her house after class. I'm in awe of her level of fitness.
BUT, I'm hooked. I loved it. I did not love my reflection in the mirror. I most certainly did not love the fact that I almost tossed my cookies twice. And, I guarantee you that I will never work shoulders and biceps the night before this class again.
So, what did I love? The challenge. I can lift weights like nobody's business. I'm actually quite strong. But, I'm about as cardiovascularly unfit as a person can get. I had to face a lot of fears in this class. I was by far the fattest person in there. I felt like a whale dancing with goldfish. My fat rolls jiggled. I huffed and puffed. I couldn't do all of the moves perfectly. But, all of this just fueled that fire inside of me that will not be beaten. I consider it a huge victory that I made it out of that class alive. Now, tomorrow when I can barely walk, I may be singing a different tune. But, I'm a fighter. I'm a survivor. And, I will not fail.
The hubs took the class with me. I'm pretty sure that he's plotting some kind of large scale payback for this one. He made it through the class too. But, I don't think he is nearly as motivated to return as I am. The class is rated for people of "moderate" fitness. If that's what "moderate" fitness looks like, I am at the slothy snail stage. But, that's ok. I'll get there.
Sugar intake today was the best so far 17 grams total!
Cheers!
Margaret
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Rollin... Rollin... Rollin.
Day 69,
I don't know if it's pure motivation driving this train or what. But, I'm on a roll and I feel great. Well... except for the neck and shoulder pain and the headache. I think the headache is related to the neck and shoulder pain not the lack of sugar.
Aside from this pain, things are going great. I've worked out all of my muscle groups this week and tomorrow night I'm testing out a Body Combat class at the YMCA. I've been trying to get to the Kickboxing class all week. Unfortunately, the class doesn't start until 6:45 pm. This means that I won't get home until 8:30 pm. Solution.. The Body Combat Class is new and starts at 5:30 on Tuesdays and Fridays. Problem solved! I'll be qualified to crack some skulls in no time.
Yesterday's sugar intake was 20.45 grams and today's was 19.76. The recommended daily allowance is 40. I'm landing nicely at half the daily allowance and ZERO High Fructose Corn Syrup. Hopefully there's not some horrible crushing withdrawl symptoms headed my way...
Cheers!
Margaret
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Hidden Sugar
Day 68,
Day one of my quest to break my addiction to sugar is in full swing. So far so good. Sugar is so pervasive. It's in almost everything that's processed. Ugh! This is not going to be easy. I stated that I'm only giving up High Fructose Corn Syrup. My secondary challenge is to try and limit any processed foods I eat to no more than 4 grams of refined sugar per serving. (Note: Fruit contains natural sugar and I'm not giving up fruit. It's good for you!)
I decided to solicit the help of Dr. Mamet Oz in this endeavor. I thought it would help keep me honest. Well... honest isn't the right word. Sugar is so pervasive it's more like helping me be less ignorant. :)
Dr. Oz encourages us to hunt down hidden sugars hiding in our cabinets and pantry. Throw away foods containing high amounts of added sugars, everything from tomato sauces to ketchup to peanut butter. He says to be especially wary of low-fat items as they often contain more sugar to make them taste better.
When purging your kitchen, be on the look out for these names:
- Fructose
- Maltose
- Sorbitol
- Evaporated cane juice
- Syrups
- Xylotol
- Sugars ending in "ol" or "ose"
There's no way I'm going to purge my kitchen of this stuff as my poor husband did not give up High Fructose Corn Syrup for lent. I'm reading labels like a mad woman and I've already told him that I'm going to have to buy high end chili beans and tomato sauce for my chili at the races next weekend.
Eating healthy is expensive. It's true. But, the doctor bills that come with obesity, diabetes, heart disease and cancer don't really make the extra money on quality food seem like such a high price to pay. I'm just sayin...
Dr. Oz suggests finding alternative healthier sweeteners. Instead of sugar, try using the following alternative sweeteners: (note: I purchased Agave Nectar. But, I haven't tried it yet.)
Stevia
- Non-caloric herb from Paraguay
- Very sweet with slight licorice taste.
Agave Nectar
- Made from blue agave cactus grown in Mexico
- High in calories, but you only need a very small amount
The recommended daily amount of added sugar in a 2,000 calorie diet is 40grams. I've plotted my entire day and feel fairly confident that I will come in under 30 grams of total sugar. PERIOD! That's pretty damn good.
I'll keep you posted on my progress.
Cheers!
Margaret
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
I've got the Tiger Blood
Day 67,
Sorry, I couldn't resist with the title of tonight's post. I'm ju'st a bit giddy and proud of today's exercise achievement. I bench pressed 105 lbs! That's darn close to my all time high of 115 lbs, which was about 5-6 years ago. Not just 1 rep. But, I managed 3 sets of 10 at 95lbs and then 1 set of 6 reps at 105lbs. Yahoo!!!
I know that tonight's workout is going to leave the "proverbial" mark tomorrow. I was already pretty sore from yesterday's workout. Plus, my neck and right shoulder have been bothering me for days. But, I powered through! Yay me.
It's Fat Tuesday and I had big plans for my last hurrah before lent. But, I went out with a whimper by eating a few Hershey's kisses. I'm thinking I might finish my night with a bit of hot cocoa since it's cold and rainy outside.
Cheers!
Margaret
Sorry, I couldn't resist with the title of tonight's post. I'm ju'st a bit giddy and proud of today's exercise achievement. I bench pressed 105 lbs! That's darn close to my all time high of 115 lbs, which was about 5-6 years ago. Not just 1 rep. But, I managed 3 sets of 10 at 95lbs and then 1 set of 6 reps at 105lbs. Yahoo!!!
I know that tonight's workout is going to leave the "proverbial" mark tomorrow. I was already pretty sore from yesterday's workout. Plus, my neck and right shoulder have been bothering me for days. But, I powered through! Yay me.
It's Fat Tuesday and I had big plans for my last hurrah before lent. But, I went out with a whimper by eating a few Hershey's kisses. I'm thinking I might finish my night with a bit of hot cocoa since it's cold and rainy outside.
Cheers!
Margaret
Monday, March 7, 2011
Step by Step...
Day 66,
Today was a lesson in flexibility. All the right things happened although not to the letter of the plan I presented yesterday. I had a bit of insomnia last night. It happens from time to time especially on Sundays. I go to bed and start thinking about the week ahead and just find it hard to turn off my brain.
Despite my rough night, I managed to eat well today and exercise. No excuses. This is a big victory if you take into account my excuses of the past several months. I'm satisfied with my performance today.
Tomorrow's Plan:
Meal 1: Protein Shake
Meal 2: Fruit and almonds
Meal 3: Chicken and Veggies ( I didn't eat this today)
Meal 4: Yogurt and almonds
Meal 5: Salmon, 1/2 Sweet Potato and Asparagus (I made spaghetti tonight)
Meal 6: English Muffin with Almond Butter and sliced strawberries (If I'm hungry)
While I did eat well today, I don't think I ate enough. I didn't eat all of my mid meals. I just wasn't hungry.
Tonight we worked: Back and Triceps. We opted out of the kickboxing class. There's another one on Wednesday. I'm glad we skipped it. We worked out hard tonight. Throwing kickboxing on top of it would have been too much too soon for me.
Tomorrow is Biceps and Shoulders (and the elliptical for me).
Cheers!
Margaret
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Preparing for Success
Day 65,
A trip to the grocery store and $186.00 later, I'm all stocked up on healthy High Fructose Corn Syrup Free foods. I got a few grumbles from the hubs when I chose a $5.49 jar of Pasta sauce with all natural ingredients that could be identified and less than 1g of sugar per serving over the jar of Barilla sauce at $2.89 with 4g of sugar per serving and several ingredients I couldn't pronounce.
In the oven roasting as I type is a chicken with potatoes and carrots. The smell of garlic, thyme and rosemary is wafting through the house and it smells delicious. Tomorrow, I plan to try out a kickboxing class at the Y. Tony wants to get in a weight workout before hand. We'll see how that works out. I fear that I won't be able to move on Tuesday, but I'll give it a shot.
Here's the meal plan for tomorrow:
Meal 1: Oatmeal made with skim milk, 1 tsp agave nectar, handful of blueberries, 1 sliced strawberry, 4 crushed walnuts.
Meal 2: Greek Yogurt with a cup of Pineapple and grapes
Meal 3: Leftover Roast Chicken with carrots and potatoes
Meal 4: Protein Shake (pre-workout) or Be Kind Protein Bar
Meal 5: Oven Roasted Salmon, 1/2 Sweet Potato, and Asparagus
Meal 6: English Muffin, 1 TBLS Almond Butter and 2 sliced strawberries
Cheers!
Margaret
Thanks for the Vote of Support
Day 64,
Thanks peeps for the support. My quest to eliminate High Fructose Corn Syrup is a personal one. I've been reading a lot lately about it and its link to conditions like Metabolic Syndrome and Insulin Resistance. I have both. One begets the other. Unfortunately, when a person has these conditions, weight loss is difficult.
My struggle is no secret. Don't get me wrong, I'm not looking for a quick fix. I'm looking for something to help me break this addiction to junk. Getting rid of the HFCS is my first step in that direction. I didn't realize that it's in so many everyday food items. One expects these things to be in candy and I knew it was in a variety of crackers, cakes and snack foods. But, you may not know (as I didn't) that many salad dressings, yogurts, breads, and fruit juices. etc.contain this additive. It is not in potato chips. I checked....
As my friend Clara suggested, "Pick ONE thing". It's a good suggestion because I frequently get bogged down in the all or nothing approach.
Grocery Shopping tomorrow should be fun. :) 40 Days of no HFCS starts Wednesday.
Cheers!
Margaret
Thanks peeps for the support. My quest to eliminate High Fructose Corn Syrup is a personal one. I've been reading a lot lately about it and its link to conditions like Metabolic Syndrome and Insulin Resistance. I have both. One begets the other. Unfortunately, when a person has these conditions, weight loss is difficult.
My struggle is no secret. Don't get me wrong, I'm not looking for a quick fix. I'm looking for something to help me break this addiction to junk. Getting rid of the HFCS is my first step in that direction. I didn't realize that it's in so many everyday food items. One expects these things to be in candy and I knew it was in a variety of crackers, cakes and snack foods. But, you may not know (as I didn't) that many salad dressings, yogurts, breads, and fruit juices. etc.contain this additive. It is not in potato chips. I checked....
As my friend Clara suggested, "Pick ONE thing". It's a good suggestion because I frequently get bogged down in the all or nothing approach.
Grocery Shopping tomorrow should be fun. :) 40 Days of no HFCS starts Wednesday.
Cheers!
Margaret
Friday, March 4, 2011
Failing in Public
Day 63,
Failing in public hurts. It doesn't matter if you lose a race, trip over a shoelace or pledge to lose a hundred pounds in a year and then don't. As much as we love a good success story, we like to see people fail even more.
Think about it. How many success stories did you see in the news this week?
Remember any of them? No?
I bet significant number of us has been wired in to see Charlie Sheen publicly unraveling this week. (me included). Ever wonder what is going on inside the brain of the person who's just failed publicly? Do you think Britney Spears woke up the day after she shaved her head and said "Hell Yeah! That was awesome!" Do you think Ryan Benson (the guy that won the biggest loser only to gain the weight back) wants to even walk outside his door? Do you think that your friend who quit smoking only to sneak a few drags after a stressful day wants to admit it?
Failing is hard enough in silence. But, when you do it in front of other people it's excruciating. It doesn't make me feel good at all to sit here and blog about how much weight I haven't lost. It doesn't blow wind up my skirt to make and break promises to myself over and over. I don't even want to announce a goal anymore because I feel like people are sitting there thinking "yeah right! Sure you will." Truthfully, I say those same things to myself and I need to stop. But, that's another blog post.
And God help me if I go out there and say something radical like I'm giving up High Fructose Corn Syrup for lent. That little jewel gave my husband a big laugh. He encouraged me to set might sights a little lower and give up Diet Coke. Now, before you guys go all "what was he thinking when he said that.", I know that he didn't mean to hurt my feelings. The reality is that there is some truth in his statement. I don't blame him for thinking I can't do it. He has the data to back up the odds that I won't.
But, I want to try. And, that is the key.
Sure, there's the voice inside my head that says he's right, "I can't do it." But, then there's that stubborn mule inside that wants to prove him wrong. Then, there's the little girl who will be ashamed and won't want to leave the house for weeks if I can't do it. It sounds ridiculous. But, many of you know what I mean.
So, here I am.... again... pledging to do the right thing. I just hope I don't pull a Robert Downey Jr. and wind up in a neighbors bed mainlining Pringles, Oreos and Ice Cream.
I'm weaning myself over the weekend. Beginning Ash Wednesday (this wednesday) I'm giving up the junk for 40 days. No chips, no cookies, no cakes. Sugar be gone. You have my word that I'll keep the Diet Cokes to 1 or less per day. That's all I can manage at this time.
Cheers!
Margaret
Failing in public hurts. It doesn't matter if you lose a race, trip over a shoelace or pledge to lose a hundred pounds in a year and then don't. As much as we love a good success story, we like to see people fail even more.
Think about it. How many success stories did you see in the news this week?
Remember any of them? No?
I bet significant number of us has been wired in to see Charlie Sheen publicly unraveling this week. (me included). Ever wonder what is going on inside the brain of the person who's just failed publicly? Do you think Britney Spears woke up the day after she shaved her head and said "Hell Yeah! That was awesome!" Do you think Ryan Benson (the guy that won the biggest loser only to gain the weight back) wants to even walk outside his door? Do you think that your friend who quit smoking only to sneak a few drags after a stressful day wants to admit it?
Failing is hard enough in silence. But, when you do it in front of other people it's excruciating. It doesn't make me feel good at all to sit here and blog about how much weight I haven't lost. It doesn't blow wind up my skirt to make and break promises to myself over and over. I don't even want to announce a goal anymore because I feel like people are sitting there thinking "yeah right! Sure you will." Truthfully, I say those same things to myself and I need to stop. But, that's another blog post.
And God help me if I go out there and say something radical like I'm giving up High Fructose Corn Syrup for lent. That little jewel gave my husband a big laugh. He encouraged me to set might sights a little lower and give up Diet Coke. Now, before you guys go all "what was he thinking when he said that.", I know that he didn't mean to hurt my feelings. The reality is that there is some truth in his statement. I don't blame him for thinking I can't do it. He has the data to back up the odds that I won't.
But, I want to try. And, that is the key.
Sure, there's the voice inside my head that says he's right, "I can't do it." But, then there's that stubborn mule inside that wants to prove him wrong. Then, there's the little girl who will be ashamed and won't want to leave the house for weeks if I can't do it. It sounds ridiculous. But, many of you know what I mean.
So, here I am.... again... pledging to do the right thing. I just hope I don't pull a Robert Downey Jr. and wind up in a neighbors bed mainlining Pringles, Oreos and Ice Cream.
I'm weaning myself over the weekend. Beginning Ash Wednesday (this wednesday) I'm giving up the junk for 40 days. No chips, no cookies, no cakes. Sugar be gone. You have my word that I'll keep the Diet Cokes to 1 or less per day. That's all I can manage at this time.
Cheers!
Margaret
Sunday, February 13, 2011
A new Chapter
Volume 2, Day 44
Tomorrow begins another new chapter in my life. I start a new job. It's been a challenging few weeks wrapping up my time at my old job. I was sad to leave. But, in the end, this is a great new opportunity for me as well as an opportunity for my former company to shake things up a bit.
I'm excited and really motivated to continue my transformation both physically and professionally. All meals are planned and packed for tomorrow. Workout is planned. Workout gear is packed. I even took a Sominex to ensure a good night's sleep.
All that's left for tonight is to finish the Grammy's which are awesome this year and hit the hay.
Cheers!
Margaret
Tomorrow begins another new chapter in my life. I start a new job. It's been a challenging few weeks wrapping up my time at my old job. I was sad to leave. But, in the end, this is a great new opportunity for me as well as an opportunity for my former company to shake things up a bit.
I'm excited and really motivated to continue my transformation both physically and professionally. All meals are planned and packed for tomorrow. Workout is planned. Workout gear is packed. I even took a Sominex to ensure a good night's sleep.
All that's left for tonight is to finish the Grammy's which are awesome this year and hit the hay.
Cheers!
Margaret
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Next Stop Transformation Station
Volume 2, Day 34
Ok.. So, I can type today. Interestingly enough it isn't my chest that's killing me, it's my biceps. They hurt even when they aren't flexed. I'm scared for what tomorrow might bring....
I was doing a little reading this afternoon and came across this paragraph which I believe to be so simple yet profound.
Read on...
"Whenever we try to change ourselves from the outside in, it never lasts. We lose weight only to gain it back. Or we might get motivated for a short period of time but it doesn’t last. We might temporarily change our habits and patterns through self-restraint, but individual willpower is simply not enough to keep us on the right path for any considerable length of time.
You see, as long as we’re still the same inside, at the level of our thoughts, beliefs, patterns, and emotions, we simply haven’t undergone true transformation." -- Excerpt from Transformation by Bill Phillips
This is so very true. How do I know? Because every change I've ever attempted to make about my weight has always been external and I've never been able to achieve lasting weight loss.
But, I can also say that inner transformation is also possible because I am definitely not the same person today that I was five years ago. I have evolved into a kinder, gentler version of myself. Still feisty and sometimes quick tempered. But, definitely no longer a "loose cannon".
As part of my continued "personal growth" I'm going to spend the next several weeks working from the inside out. It can't hurt right? And so it begins below...
Having looked inward to do some soul-searching, three heartfelt reasons for making the decision to transform my health and life are:
1. I have a tendency to want to take care of everyone else but me. I will drop everything to help a loved one. But, I will bail on myself first every time. It's time to give myself the gift of that same level of care.
2. I am so tired of my weight being the primary focus in my life. I genuinely want to change so that it isn't necessary for it to be my primary focus.
3. I have never addressed the emotional reasons behind my eating behaviors. I want to find healthier alternatives to manage my emotions.
In recent days and weeks, the three most predominant inner feelings I have been experiencing are:
1. Enormous stress and anxiety about my career related decisions that had to be made.
2. Shame over gaining back nearly all of the weight I lost last year in less than 3 months.
3. Fear of Failure.
Three patterns of thinking or beliefs which may have limited my ability to change in the past are:
1. Losing weight is just too hard with my Thyroid Issues and other health issues.
2. I'm too old. I should just be happy the way I am.
3. I won't be able to eat like everyone else.
Looking forward, 18 weeks from now, three changes I will have made that show I’m more aligned with what’s important to me at a heart and soul level are:
1. I will be making my own health and well-being a priority, thus giving me energy to take care of the people I love the most as well.
2. Feeling good about myself and my progress will allow me to feel more joyful and be an active participant in my life.
3. I will have an outlet for relieving stress that doesn't involve food which will enable me to have a healthier relationship with food.
Looking forward, 18 weeks from now, the three most predominant inner feelings which describe what I’ll be experiencing are:
1. I will be more confident and secure about my overall health.
2. I will feel good about the changes I've made and remain inspired to continue my journey.
3. I will no longer be fearful of failure or success.
Three new patterns of thinking or beliefs which expand my ability to make healthy changes for the better will be:
1. The scale and my clothes with offer tangible proof that I really can make healthy changes.
2. I'll prove that age is just a number and it's never too late to take care of yourself.
3. I'll show that making time for exercising and choosing to eat right will allow me to have greater clarity, focus and energy to achieve whatever dream I dream.
Cheers!
Margaret
Ok.. So, I can type today. Interestingly enough it isn't my chest that's killing me, it's my biceps. They hurt even when they aren't flexed. I'm scared for what tomorrow might bring....
I was doing a little reading this afternoon and came across this paragraph which I believe to be so simple yet profound.
Read on...
"Whenever we try to change ourselves from the outside in, it never lasts. We lose weight only to gain it back. Or we might get motivated for a short period of time but it doesn’t last. We might temporarily change our habits and patterns through self-restraint, but individual willpower is simply not enough to keep us on the right path for any considerable length of time.
You see, as long as we’re still the same inside, at the level of our thoughts, beliefs, patterns, and emotions, we simply haven’t undergone true transformation." -- Excerpt from Transformation by Bill Phillips
This is so very true. How do I know? Because every change I've ever attempted to make about my weight has always been external and I've never been able to achieve lasting weight loss.
But, I can also say that inner transformation is also possible because I am definitely not the same person today that I was five years ago. I have evolved into a kinder, gentler version of myself. Still feisty and sometimes quick tempered. But, definitely no longer a "loose cannon".
As part of my continued "personal growth" I'm going to spend the next several weeks working from the inside out. It can't hurt right? And so it begins below...
Having looked inward to do some soul-searching, three heartfelt reasons for making the decision to transform my health and life are:
1. I have a tendency to want to take care of everyone else but me. I will drop everything to help a loved one. But, I will bail on myself first every time. It's time to give myself the gift of that same level of care.
2. I am so tired of my weight being the primary focus in my life. I genuinely want to change so that it isn't necessary for it to be my primary focus.
3. I have never addressed the emotional reasons behind my eating behaviors. I want to find healthier alternatives to manage my emotions.
In recent days and weeks, the three most predominant inner feelings I have been experiencing are:
1. Enormous stress and anxiety about my career related decisions that had to be made.
2. Shame over gaining back nearly all of the weight I lost last year in less than 3 months.
3. Fear of Failure.
Three patterns of thinking or beliefs which may have limited my ability to change in the past are:
1. Losing weight is just too hard with my Thyroid Issues and other health issues.
2. I'm too old. I should just be happy the way I am.
3. I won't be able to eat like everyone else.
Looking forward, 18 weeks from now, three changes I will have made that show I’m more aligned with what’s important to me at a heart and soul level are:
1. I will be making my own health and well-being a priority, thus giving me energy to take care of the people I love the most as well.
2. Feeling good about myself and my progress will allow me to feel more joyful and be an active participant in my life.
3. I will have an outlet for relieving stress that doesn't involve food which will enable me to have a healthier relationship with food.
Looking forward, 18 weeks from now, the three most predominant inner feelings which describe what I’ll be experiencing are:
1. I will be more confident and secure about my overall health.
2. I will feel good about the changes I've made and remain inspired to continue my journey.
3. I will no longer be fearful of failure or success.
Three new patterns of thinking or beliefs which expand my ability to make healthy changes for the better will be:
1. The scale and my clothes with offer tangible proof that I really can make healthy changes.
2. I'll prove that age is just a number and it's never too late to take care of yourself.
3. I'll show that making time for exercising and choosing to eat right will allow me to have greater clarity, focus and energy to achieve whatever dream I dream.
Cheers!
Margaret
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Spaghetti Arms
Day 33,
WANTED: Typist for tomorrow's blog post. I doubt I'll be able to lift my arms to eat, brush my teeth or comb my hair so I'm pretty sure that blogging will definitely be an issue. Spaghetti arms don't type.
Any takers?
Anyone?
Anyone?
No? Fine! I thought you people were my friends. Well... If there's no blog post tomorrow, don't come cryin to me. You've been forewarned.
Soooo.... guess who bench pressed 95 lbs x 8 reps tonight? This girl!
That's all I've got.
Cheers!
Margaret
WANTED: Typist for tomorrow's blog post. I doubt I'll be able to lift my arms to eat, brush my teeth or comb my hair so I'm pretty sure that blogging will definitely be an issue. Spaghetti arms don't type.
Any takers?
Anyone?
Anyone?
No? Fine! I thought you people were my friends. Well... If there's no blog post tomorrow, don't come cryin to me. You've been forewarned.
Soooo.... guess who bench pressed 95 lbs x 8 reps tonight? This girl!
That's all I've got.
Cheers!
Margaret
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Of Planks and Monsoons
Day 32
I braved a monsoon in order to get to the YMCA tonight. I was soaking wet by the time I made it from the parking lot to the gym. I might as well have jumped in a lake before going in. It was frustrating. I was thoroughly disgusted as I entered the locker room. This probably made for a better workout.
As a rule, I generally dislike leg workouts. I don't care for squats and, more often than not, I flat out refuse to do lunges. You would think that would make it difficult to come up with a solid leg workout. I think that's rubbish...pure poppycock... Tonight, my legs would definitely beg to differ. I may not be able to walk tomorrow... We also did ab work tonight. I'm pretty sure this was the hubs least favorite part of the workout. We are naturally competitive and decided to see which of us could hold a plank for 30 seconds (after we'd done two sets at 10 seconds each. Actually, I think he did a 3rd for 15 seconds). I've never held a plank for 30 seconds straight. I thought I was gonna die. But, I made it. That little punk held on for 3 more seconds just to spite me. I think he could've had a bone sticking out of his arm and he still wouldn't have let me win. Ahh marriage. It's bliss. I'm tellin ya. :)
I'm not enjoying the whole Weight Watchers counting points thing. I am finding that I prefer the clean eating element that I adhered to before. I really can't be trusted with the processed junk. I also need to eat more throughout the day. I was ravenous after my workout. I snacked more than I should have after dinner as a result. It didn't ruin my day food wise. But, I can do better.
I give myself an A for Exercise and a C for food. That averages out to a B in my book.
Cheers!
Margaret
I braved a monsoon in order to get to the YMCA tonight. I was soaking wet by the time I made it from the parking lot to the gym. I might as well have jumped in a lake before going in. It was frustrating. I was thoroughly disgusted as I entered the locker room. This probably made for a better workout.
As a rule, I generally dislike leg workouts. I don't care for squats and, more often than not, I flat out refuse to do lunges. You would think that would make it difficult to come up with a solid leg workout. I think that's rubbish...pure poppycock... Tonight, my legs would definitely beg to differ. I may not be able to walk tomorrow... We also did ab work tonight. I'm pretty sure this was the hubs least favorite part of the workout. We are naturally competitive and decided to see which of us could hold a plank for 30 seconds (after we'd done two sets at 10 seconds each. Actually, I think he did a 3rd for 15 seconds). I've never held a plank for 30 seconds straight. I thought I was gonna die. But, I made it. That little punk held on for 3 more seconds just to spite me. I think he could've had a bone sticking out of his arm and he still wouldn't have let me win. Ahh marriage. It's bliss. I'm tellin ya. :)
I'm not enjoying the whole Weight Watchers counting points thing. I am finding that I prefer the clean eating element that I adhered to before. I really can't be trusted with the processed junk. I also need to eat more throughout the day. I was ravenous after my workout. I snacked more than I should have after dinner as a result. It didn't ruin my day food wise. But, I can do better.
I give myself an A for Exercise and a C for food. That averages out to a B in my book.
Cheers!
Margaret
Monday, January 31, 2011
My First 30 Days - A Rant
Volume 2, Day 30 / 31
Humph! What to say about my first 30 /31 days of 2011. I've begun exercising again. Yay! My eating is about 60 percent at best. Boo! I garnered myself a new job. Double Yay! (I haven't started it yet.) Overall, I'm not pleased with my progress.
People will react to this newsflash in different ways...
There's tough love out there. There's "oh -- it's ok -- you're beautiful the way you are" love out there. There's self loathing. There's self medicating. And, then there's just plain ole got your head stuck in the sand bullshit.
Sunday I said to my husband "I've got to get 10 lbs off. I want to be 10 lbs lighter by Bristol Race Weekend." He said, "Me too. 47 days. That's doable." NOTE: We had this conversation as we split a 10" Mighty Meaty Pizza at the Mellow Mushroom. What the hell is wrong with this picture? Dinner was no improvement. We discussed how if we could only get our food and exercise act together at the same time, we'd be set. It seems that we are always falling short on one aspect or the other.
Seriously, what is it about my relationship with food that keeps me running in the same freakin circles over and over and over again? Don't answer that. The truth is, only I can answer that for myself. Well meaning and sometimes misguided advice just pisses me off.
You know the kind..
"My cousin Earl has lost 35 lbs in a month on the Atkins Diet." Don't even get me started
"My sister Sheila went on the HCG Diet and lost 12 lbs in one week!" Anyone can lose 12 lbs in a week on 500 calories per day.
"Eat Clean and cut out the processed Junk. Try the Eat Clean Diet" Actually, this is good advice
"Stop drinking soda." Also true
"Try the Grapefruit Diet!" Gimmick
"Try Body for Life" - Great Plan that actually works
"Try Sensa" - Really?
I'm just sick of it all. I am tired of my weight (how much I've gained, how much I've lost, what size clothes I wear, how many chins I have) being the center of my life! I pulled the following line from an MSN Article on 150 Years of Diet Fads "We grossly, grossly underestimate" the difficulty of changing behaviors that fuel obesity, says Clemson University sociologist Ellen Granberg, after examining archives at the Library of Congress.
Duh! You think! I know I have GROSSLY underestimated it. I have a plethora of books and magazines all devoted to the science of losing weight. The mere ownership of those books has not helped me shed a single pound. Applying that knowledge has helped me shed several. Not dealing with mental and emotional barriers holding me back has helped me gain those same pounds back over and over again. Possessing the knowledge is not enough. Applying what you know AND harnessing your mind and emotions are the real keys to the kingdom. I have yet to master this. I'm sure that's no big surprise given my aforementioned rant.
One could go with the Fake it til you make it approach. You know... Do the steps until they become natural and then your golden right? Wrong. Been there. Done that. The minute you let those things like Butter and Pringles back into your life all of those other good behaviors go out the window. It just paves the way for other junkified foods to creep back in too. Last year's pantry purge has gone the way of the ellusive DoDo bird in my house.
But, I awoke this morning with a fire in my belly. Thankfully, it wasn't heartburn from all the crap I ate yesterday. I have 46 days to drop 10 lbs. That is my goal.
Cheers!
Margaret
Humph! What to say about my first 30 /31 days of 2011. I've begun exercising again. Yay! My eating is about 60 percent at best. Boo! I garnered myself a new job. Double Yay! (I haven't started it yet.) Overall, I'm not pleased with my progress.
People will react to this newsflash in different ways...
There's tough love out there. There's "oh -- it's ok -- you're beautiful the way you are" love out there. There's self loathing. There's self medicating. And, then there's just plain ole got your head stuck in the sand bullshit.
Sunday I said to my husband "I've got to get 10 lbs off. I want to be 10 lbs lighter by Bristol Race Weekend." He said, "Me too. 47 days. That's doable." NOTE: We had this conversation as we split a 10" Mighty Meaty Pizza at the Mellow Mushroom. What the hell is wrong with this picture? Dinner was no improvement. We discussed how if we could only get our food and exercise act together at the same time, we'd be set. It seems that we are always falling short on one aspect or the other.
Seriously, what is it about my relationship with food that keeps me running in the same freakin circles over and over and over again? Don't answer that. The truth is, only I can answer that for myself. Well meaning and sometimes misguided advice just pisses me off.
You know the kind..
"My cousin Earl has lost 35 lbs in a month on the Atkins Diet." Don't even get me started
"My sister Sheila went on the HCG Diet and lost 12 lbs in one week!" Anyone can lose 12 lbs in a week on 500 calories per day.
"Eat Clean and cut out the processed Junk. Try the Eat Clean Diet" Actually, this is good advice
"Stop drinking soda." Also true
"Try the Grapefruit Diet!" Gimmick
"Try Body for Life" - Great Plan that actually works
"Try Sensa" - Really?
I'm just sick of it all. I am tired of my weight (how much I've gained, how much I've lost, what size clothes I wear, how many chins I have) being the center of my life! I pulled the following line from an MSN Article on 150 Years of Diet Fads "We grossly, grossly underestimate" the difficulty of changing behaviors that fuel obesity, says Clemson University sociologist Ellen Granberg, after examining archives at the Library of Congress.
Duh! You think! I know I have GROSSLY underestimated it. I have a plethora of books and magazines all devoted to the science of losing weight. The mere ownership of those books has not helped me shed a single pound. Applying that knowledge has helped me shed several. Not dealing with mental and emotional barriers holding me back has helped me gain those same pounds back over and over again. Possessing the knowledge is not enough. Applying what you know AND harnessing your mind and emotions are the real keys to the kingdom. I have yet to master this. I'm sure that's no big surprise given my aforementioned rant.
One could go with the Fake it til you make it approach. You know... Do the steps until they become natural and then your golden right? Wrong. Been there. Done that. The minute you let those things like Butter and Pringles back into your life all of those other good behaviors go out the window. It just paves the way for other junkified foods to creep back in too. Last year's pantry purge has gone the way of the ellusive DoDo bird in my house.
But, I awoke this morning with a fire in my belly. Thankfully, it wasn't heartburn from all the crap I ate yesterday. I have 46 days to drop 10 lbs. That is my goal.
Cheers!
Margaret
Monday, January 24, 2011
Emotional Eating Crisis Averted
Day 24
Today was a very challenging day professionally and emotionally. After a particularly stressful morning, I agreed to meet a friend for lunch. My head was killing me and I was so tempted to order the Steak Chili at Panera, which I know is 15 points. I abstained.
Instead, I ordered the Pick 2 - 1/2 Sierra Turkey sandwich (no cheese), garden vegetable soup, and a bag of chips as a side. The Veggie soup was not good. No matter how much I try to like it, I just don't. So, I ate the 1/2 sandwich and the bag of chips. Total points - 9
At any rate, here's how my day played out meal wise:
M1: Protein Shake - 4 pts
M2: 1/2 Sierra Turkey Sandwich and chips - 9 pts
M3: Tall Skinny Mocha and mini vanilla scone - 6 points
M4: Pinto Beans Cornbread and Oven "fried" Chicken Nuggets (from scratch) 10 points
M5: Cornbread and a glass of milk - 6 points
Total Points - 34 . One to spare!
This day could have gone in such a different way. My eating did lean toward the "comfort" side of life. But, I managed to stay within my points and not emotionally overeat. BIG BIG success.
Cheers!
Margaret
Today was a very challenging day professionally and emotionally. After a particularly stressful morning, I agreed to meet a friend for lunch. My head was killing me and I was so tempted to order the Steak Chili at Panera, which I know is 15 points. I abstained.
Instead, I ordered the Pick 2 - 1/2 Sierra Turkey sandwich (no cheese), garden vegetable soup, and a bag of chips as a side. The Veggie soup was not good. No matter how much I try to like it, I just don't. So, I ate the 1/2 sandwich and the bag of chips. Total points - 9
At any rate, here's how my day played out meal wise:
M1: Protein Shake - 4 pts
M2: 1/2 Sierra Turkey Sandwich and chips - 9 pts
M3: Tall Skinny Mocha and mini vanilla scone - 6 points
M4: Pinto Beans Cornbread and Oven "fried" Chicken Nuggets (from scratch) 10 points
M5: Cornbread and a glass of milk - 6 points
Total Points - 34 . One to spare!
This day could have gone in such a different way. My eating did lean toward the "comfort" side of life. But, I managed to stay within my points and not emotionally overeat. BIG BIG success.
Cheers!
Margaret
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Big Things Brewing
Day 23
I apologize for my posting delay. Big things have been brewing up in my world. I hope to be able to discuss them freely later this week. So far, I've lost 4 pounds in the last three weeks. Not bad, not great.
Today, I went to Whole Foods to stock up on some organic goodies that can't be found at my regular grocery.. namely roasted unsalted cashews which my husband loves. While there, I took the time to purchase some pears, strawberries, asparagus, snow peas, grapefruit, pineapple, grapes, frozen fish and some artisan cheese. Granted, I could have purchased the produce at my regular grocery but, I really didn't feel like two stops after walking around the mall for an hour (exercise!).
Last week, Hubs and I attempted a two day split back specialization workout. We managed one day and both of us were so sore for the next two that we never completed Day 2. We'll dial it back a bit this week. I plan on doing the split routine again, but with some minor adjustments that will enable us to lift our forks, tie our shoes, drive and type the rest of the week. :)
I completed Chapter two and the Test for We Believe: A Survey of the Catholic faith. I actually read this chapter twice because it was heavy on historical dates and such. I have to say it was kind of boring. Necessary... but boring... I plan to finish Chapter 3 before Wednesday.
Tomorrow's meals are planned:
M1: Protein Shake with Vanilla Protein Powder, Strawberries and Pineapple - 4 points
M2: Vanilla Yogurt and 5 chopped almonds - 4 points
M3: Chicken Sandwich; Vegetable Soup; Mixed FRESH fruit - 7 points
M4: Carrots and Hummus - 3 points
M5: Pinto Beans with Ham and Cornbread topping - 8 points
M6: Lowfat Cottage Cheese and 1 grapefruit - 3 points
Total WW Points = 29 (6 to spare)
Exercise:
Day 1 of Back Specialization 2 day split routine (adapted from Tosca Reno's Eat Clean Diet Workout)
Here's to a great week!
Cheers!
Margaret
I apologize for my posting delay. Big things have been brewing up in my world. I hope to be able to discuss them freely later this week. So far, I've lost 4 pounds in the last three weeks. Not bad, not great.
Today, I went to Whole Foods to stock up on some organic goodies that can't be found at my regular grocery.. namely roasted unsalted cashews which my husband loves. While there, I took the time to purchase some pears, strawberries, asparagus, snow peas, grapefruit, pineapple, grapes, frozen fish and some artisan cheese. Granted, I could have purchased the produce at my regular grocery but, I really didn't feel like two stops after walking around the mall for an hour (exercise!).
Last week, Hubs and I attempted a two day split back specialization workout. We managed one day and both of us were so sore for the next two that we never completed Day 2. We'll dial it back a bit this week. I plan on doing the split routine again, but with some minor adjustments that will enable us to lift our forks, tie our shoes, drive and type the rest of the week. :)
I completed Chapter two and the Test for We Believe: A Survey of the Catholic faith. I actually read this chapter twice because it was heavy on historical dates and such. I have to say it was kind of boring. Necessary... but boring... I plan to finish Chapter 3 before Wednesday.
Tomorrow's meals are planned:
M1: Protein Shake with Vanilla Protein Powder, Strawberries and Pineapple - 4 points
M2: Vanilla Yogurt and 5 chopped almonds - 4 points
M3: Chicken Sandwich; Vegetable Soup; Mixed FRESH fruit - 7 points
M4: Carrots and Hummus - 3 points
M5: Pinto Beans with Ham and Cornbread topping - 8 points
M6: Lowfat Cottage Cheese and 1 grapefruit - 3 points
Total WW Points = 29 (6 to spare)
Exercise:
Day 1 of Back Specialization 2 day split routine (adapted from Tosca Reno's Eat Clean Diet Workout)
Here's to a great week!
Cheers!
Margaret
Monday, January 10, 2011
Little Victories
Volume 2, Day 10
Today was GREAT! I had a little improvising to do. It snowed. The gym at 6 am was a no-go. In fact, I'll admit to sleeping in a little, it was awesome. It also turns out that I'm totally out of protein powder. Instead of throwing in the towel and just doing "whatever", I improvised accordingly.
Meal 1: Frosted Mini Wheats with Skim Milk - I should have looked at the serving size before I filled my bowl. This meal ended up costing me 9 points.
Meal 2: Tuna Salad in a Pita with 1/2 serving of pretzel sticks, 1/2 apple, 1/2 tangerine = 6 points
Meal 3: Dannon Light & Fit Vanilla Yogurt topped with 6 chopped almonds = 3 points
Meal 4: three cups of popped popcorn = 3 points
Meal 5: Post workout snack = Banana
Meal 6: Roast Chicken with Vegetables (not consumed yet) = 8 points
Exercise was improvised too. My hubby came with me. We did Chest and Shoulders tonight. My arms are like Jelly. YAY!
Activity Points Earned: 3 points
Total Points: 29 points. Less 3 activity points = 26. Daily budget = 35. Surplus = 9
This gives me room to enjoy Dessert if I choose.
Tomorrow's Exercise: 30 minutes Elliptical = 3 activity points
Tomorrow's Meal plan is as follows:
Meal 1: Oatmeal with Craisins and Walnuts = 7 points
Meal 2: Yogurt and a tangerine = 2 points
Meal 3: Leftover Chicken and Potatoes = 8 points
Meal 4: Carrots and Hummus and an Apple = 2 points
Meal 5: Spaghetti with Meat Sauce = 8 points
Meal 6: WW Key Lime Pie = 5 points
Total Points: 34. Less Activity Points 3 = 31. Daily Budget 35. Surplus = 4 points.
NOTE: It's ok to eat all of my points in one day. I even have a weekly points plus allowance of 49. I used 19 of them on Saturday thanks to some Jets Pizza. But, I still have 30 to get me through Friday.
I'm off to enjoy my roasted chicken.
Cheers!
Margaret
Today was GREAT! I had a little improvising to do. It snowed. The gym at 6 am was a no-go. In fact, I'll admit to sleeping in a little, it was awesome. It also turns out that I'm totally out of protein powder. Instead of throwing in the towel and just doing "whatever", I improvised accordingly.
Meal 1: Frosted Mini Wheats with Skim Milk - I should have looked at the serving size before I filled my bowl. This meal ended up costing me 9 points.
Meal 2: Tuna Salad in a Pita with 1/2 serving of pretzel sticks, 1/2 apple, 1/2 tangerine = 6 points
Meal 3: Dannon Light & Fit Vanilla Yogurt topped with 6 chopped almonds = 3 points
Meal 4: three cups of popped popcorn = 3 points
Meal 5: Post workout snack = Banana
Meal 6: Roast Chicken with Vegetables (not consumed yet) = 8 points
Exercise was improvised too. My hubby came with me. We did Chest and Shoulders tonight. My arms are like Jelly. YAY!
Activity Points Earned: 3 points
Total Points: 29 points. Less 3 activity points = 26. Daily budget = 35. Surplus = 9
This gives me room to enjoy Dessert if I choose.
Tomorrow's Exercise: 30 minutes Elliptical = 3 activity points
Tomorrow's Meal plan is as follows:
Meal 1: Oatmeal with Craisins and Walnuts = 7 points
Meal 2: Yogurt and a tangerine = 2 points
Meal 3: Leftover Chicken and Potatoes = 8 points
Meal 4: Carrots and Hummus and an Apple = 2 points
Meal 5: Spaghetti with Meat Sauce = 8 points
Meal 6: WW Key Lime Pie = 5 points
Total Points: 34. Less Activity Points 3 = 31. Daily Budget 35. Surplus = 4 points.
NOTE: It's ok to eat all of my points in one day. I even have a weekly points plus allowance of 49. I used 19 of them on Saturday thanks to some Jets Pizza. But, I still have 30 to get me through Friday.
I'm off to enjoy my roasted chicken.
Cheers!
Margaret
Sunday, January 9, 2011
One foot in front of the other
Volume 2, Day 9
It's a brand new week and I'm following the advice of my friend Clara "just put one foot in front of the other and do it." I've made good on most of my goals for today. I missed mass this morning. But, instead I completed Chapter 1 of We Believe: A Survey of the Catholic Faith. I also took the test and began reading chapter 2.
I braved the grocery store on a day when snow is predicted and it was a mad house. I survived. My workout is planned for tomorrow (even my back up because it's supposed to snow). My clothes are ready. (I'm currently wearing them.) and my meals are planned for the week. My plan is to get to bed early. I'm shooting for 11. I know this sounds late. But, when you habitually hit the sheets at 1 am or 2 am, this is a major deal.
Tonight, I made a delicious and healthy dinner.
Grilled Sirloin Steaks with Balsamic Glaze (5 WW points)
Crash Hot Potatoes (Thank you Pioneer Woman) (3 WW points)
Green Beans (0 WW points)
I altered the Crash Hot Potatoes recipe and used only 1 TBLS of Olive Oil to make it a bit healthier. The recipe called for three. Instead of coating the pan with Olive Oil, I used cooking spray and I stretched the 1 tbls for 7 potatoes. OH MY These things were delcious. Time consuming, but delicious. You can find the recipe HERE.
My husband just asked me to tell you that he said his dinner was delicious!
For dessert, we had a Vita Top Muffin topped with a 1/2 cup of Frozen Yogurt and 2 sliced strawberries. (This equals 6 WW points)
Tomorrow's exercise will be circuit training with weights.
Activity Points Earned: 3 points
Tomorrow's meal plan is as follows:
Meal 1 (post workout) 1 scoop vanilla protein powder, 1/2 cup pineapple chunks, 3 strawberries, 1 cup skim milk, ice - blend! (6 points)
Meal 2: Vanilla Yogurt and a banana (2 points)
Meal 3: Solid White Tuna with lowfat mayo and pickles in a salad pocket; Tomato Soup (8 points)
Meal 4: apple and a piece of string cheese (2 points)
Meal 5: 1 serving Roast Chicken with Carrots and Potatoes (8 points)
Meal 6: Vita Top Muffin, 1/2 cup frozen yogurt and strawberries. (6 points)
Total Points: 32 points. Less 3 activity points = 29. Daily budget = 35. Surplus = 6
I am prepared and I feel good about it
Cheers!
Margaret
It's a brand new week and I'm following the advice of my friend Clara "just put one foot in front of the other and do it." I've made good on most of my goals for today. I missed mass this morning. But, instead I completed Chapter 1 of We Believe: A Survey of the Catholic Faith. I also took the test and began reading chapter 2.
I braved the grocery store on a day when snow is predicted and it was a mad house. I survived. My workout is planned for tomorrow (even my back up because it's supposed to snow). My clothes are ready. (I'm currently wearing them.) and my meals are planned for the week. My plan is to get to bed early. I'm shooting for 11. I know this sounds late. But, when you habitually hit the sheets at 1 am or 2 am, this is a major deal.
Tonight, I made a delicious and healthy dinner.
Grilled Sirloin Steaks with Balsamic Glaze (5 WW points)
Crash Hot Potatoes (Thank you Pioneer Woman) (3 WW points)
Green Beans (0 WW points)
I altered the Crash Hot Potatoes recipe and used only 1 TBLS of Olive Oil to make it a bit healthier. The recipe called for three. Instead of coating the pan with Olive Oil, I used cooking spray and I stretched the 1 tbls for 7 potatoes. OH MY These things were delcious. Time consuming, but delicious. You can find the recipe HERE.
My husband just asked me to tell you that he said his dinner was delicious!
For dessert, we had a Vita Top Muffin topped with a 1/2 cup of Frozen Yogurt and 2 sliced strawberries. (This equals 6 WW points)
Tomorrow's exercise will be circuit training with weights.
Activity Points Earned: 3 points
Tomorrow's meal plan is as follows:
Meal 1 (post workout) 1 scoop vanilla protein powder, 1/2 cup pineapple chunks, 3 strawberries, 1 cup skim milk, ice - blend! (6 points)
Meal 2: Vanilla Yogurt and a banana (2 points)
Meal 3: Solid White Tuna with lowfat mayo and pickles in a salad pocket; Tomato Soup (8 points)
Meal 4: apple and a piece of string cheese (2 points)
Meal 5: 1 serving Roast Chicken with Carrots and Potatoes (8 points)
Meal 6: Vita Top Muffin, 1/2 cup frozen yogurt and strawberries. (6 points)
Total Points: 32 points. Less 3 activity points = 29. Daily budget = 35. Surplus = 6
I am prepared and I feel good about it
Cheers!
Margaret
Saturday, January 8, 2011
So Many Excuses
Volume 2, Day 8
I have to say that I'm a bit ashamed of myself. The last several months of this blog have been wrought with excuses, broken promises and ... did I say excuses? Yes... lots and lots of those.
I feel like crap. I'm dehydrated... full of junk... and in a funk. I put my "skinny jeans" on today and they cried out begging me to go find my "fat pants." I did not. I purposely wore those jeans all day. I was incredibly uncomfortable and, frankly, that was the point. I needed to be reminded that I can't just "wish" the weight away. I also needed to be reminded that old habits will absolutely land me squarely back in those fat pants.
Thanks to Clara and Laurie for forcing me to "keep it real". Many of you tell me how much you appreciate that I'm tranparent. I share the triumphs and the struggles. There's been too much of the struggle of late. That has to change if I plan to be successful.
This past week was a bust. It's over. It's done. I can't go back and change it. Tomorrow is the beginning of a fresh week. I lost two pounds this week. But, I'm not proud of them. All I did was eat less. I really did nothing to improve my health. I got lucky.
______________________________________________
That's the line I've drawn in the sand.
This is what I plan to do Sunday to positively impact my goals.
1. Attend mass.
2. Plan meals and shop for the week.
3. Plan Monday's workout and lay out my clothes.
4. Make a point to go to bed early so that I don't miss that Monday morning... yes... MORNING... workout.
Cheers!
Margaret
I have to say that I'm a bit ashamed of myself. The last several months of this blog have been wrought with excuses, broken promises and ... did I say excuses? Yes... lots and lots of those.
I feel like crap. I'm dehydrated... full of junk... and in a funk. I put my "skinny jeans" on today and they cried out begging me to go find my "fat pants." I did not. I purposely wore those jeans all day. I was incredibly uncomfortable and, frankly, that was the point. I needed to be reminded that I can't just "wish" the weight away. I also needed to be reminded that old habits will absolutely land me squarely back in those fat pants.
Thanks to Clara and Laurie for forcing me to "keep it real". Many of you tell me how much you appreciate that I'm tranparent. I share the triumphs and the struggles. There's been too much of the struggle of late. That has to change if I plan to be successful.
This past week was a bust. It's over. It's done. I can't go back and change it. Tomorrow is the beginning of a fresh week. I lost two pounds this week. But, I'm not proud of them. All I did was eat less. I really did nothing to improve my health. I got lucky.
______________________________________________
That's the line I've drawn in the sand.
This is what I plan to do Sunday to positively impact my goals.
1. Attend mass.
2. Plan meals and shop for the week.
3. Plan Monday's workout and lay out my clothes.
4. Make a point to go to bed early so that I don't miss that Monday morning... yes... MORNING... workout.
Cheers!
Margaret
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