So after a glorious weekend of egg-hunting, wagon rides and sunshine, I step hopefully on the scale this morning. Now I admit, I didn't work out (unless pulling 70 pounds of toddler in a wagon for 2 miles or running after 12 toddlers during an egg hunt count), BUT I also didn't binge or eat totally stupidly.
What do I get for my hard work and willpower? What is my payoff for living a healthy and active lifestyle that I can maintain? 2 pounds. AN ADDITION TO MY FAT BUTT OF 2 POUNDS.
Generally this is where I'd add a string of expletives venting my frustration and thoughts about where those two pounds can go. But since we're close to Easter, I'll skip it and say...that sucks.
So upwards and onwards through the discouragement. I'm working out 6 times this week (even though I said that last week...) and I'm going to really lay off the diet soda (water retention) and make friends with water. The bagels, donuts and candy from the egghunt are safely out of the house and I have a healthy, nutritious menu planned for this week. Maybe I'll also have to get a lung or a kidney or something removed this week and therefore still make my goal weight....even though it's 5.3 pounds away.
Some administrative notes:
Birthday shout-outs for the week: Hubby (3rd) & "Maybe Someday Sister" (1st).
TO "Stop it": I called you a hoarder, not a whore...now your facial expression makes sense.
Also, now that Lent is over, I can drink alcohol. Yet I'm not going to go get plastered just because I CAN...well, not tonight anyway. And for those Catholics in the audience that insist Lent is through Easter, MY LENT is 40 days because that's how long Jesus was tempted in the desert. And I want to be like Jesus. And also because I want to be able to drink on Mat's birthday.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Why none of my co-workers could work with addicts
It was really terrible. I was jones-ing for a jelly bean. I mean I NEEDED it. I couldn't work, I couldn't talk, I just wanted a SWEET JUICY STARBURST JELLY BEAN. But alas, the sweet juiciness was not to be had. Were my co-workers interested in getting to the root of my irrational need for a jelly bean? Not at all. There were however, some interesting different reactions:
"Never Sleeps" wouldn't give me one. Neither would Little Bit. They were firm. They didn't really care, but they were firm. So they get 4 out of 5 stars for crisis management. However, I still would not recommend they ever work in a drug rehab facility because neither of them was interested in my mental state, just in the fact that I didn't know where said jelly beans were hidden.
Miss Kitty gets 0 stars. In fact, Miss Kitty should have stars taken away for her reaction to my plight. What does Miss Kitty say when I ask for a measly TWO awesome jelly beans (total calorie intake: approximately 15)? Miss Kitty says, "Here, take this 75 calorie chocolate truffle instead". Damn you Miss Kitty. Damn you and your scrumptous random chocolate. (Yes, I ate it. It was great).
I Heart Gordmans decides she's going to help me. This is an interesting case because I think I Heart Gordman's has the best capacity for understanding how to attack a "fix" in moderation. She suggested I have two jelly beans only and agreed to help me (with the implied understanding that she would wrestle me to the ground if I tried to get more than two out of that bag). However, she totally botched the delivery of the package to me BY EATING THE JELLY BEANS HERSELF once they were in her possession. I do not believe this was preconceived. 2.5 stars for I Heart Gordmans. Because I can't judge her for eating the yumminess that was in her hands.
So as I sit here today, jelly-bean-less, it is concerning to me that I freaked out over candy yesterday. I am worried I may have a problem. A problem that clearly my co-workers are not equipped to handle. Idid a little research on candy addiction and it turns out to be real (sort of). There is even an iPhone app!
"Addicted to Candy". I've copy/pasted from the website (apparently the maker of the app originally designed it with drugs, but I guess Apple wouldn't let them use it...so they went with a more ubiquitous, but no less dangerous, item).
The premise of Candy Wars is that 30 years into the future candy has gone the way of cocaine and been banned. So you must work the streets and sell brownies, sour tarts and sugar sticks so addicts can get a fix for their sweet tooth. Prohibition 3: Candy Wars is a very simple game but does what it is supposed to do well. It is a reworked, touch-screen friendly remake of Drug Wars, which was written for DOS about 25 years ago. It stays true to the simplistic interface and delivers some addicting fun.
The premise of Candy Wars is pretty simple — buy low and sell high. The interface involves switching between a screen where you can buy or sell the illegal candy substances and a subway menu that lets you travel to different parts of New York. As supply and demand goes there are different prices for the candy throughout the sections of New York. So buy candy cheaply and sell it for a profit to grow your business. Getting good at the game requires a combination of knowing where to buy the candy on the cheap and finding the right places to sell for a higher profit. You also need to develop enough cash and supply to deal with how the market fluctuates. These can be quite rapid so sometimes it is worth making the sale before checking all the other areas for the best price.
Some wrenches are thrown in to your plan through loan sharks and Food and Drug Administration agents. A pop-up message will warn you that loan sharks are demanding repayment or that you are being chased by the FDA. Charming the agents with some of your pixie dust or hiding in an alley can avert the confiscation of your stash.
I can't think of a game I would be better at. Business combined with my own understanding of candy addiction would make a "candy lord" in the Midwest. Except I'd be addicted to my own product....Oh well, maybe when they come out with "Addicted to Mushrooms"....I would rock at that game.
"Never Sleeps" wouldn't give me one. Neither would Little Bit. They were firm. They didn't really care, but they were firm. So they get 4 out of 5 stars for crisis management. However, I still would not recommend they ever work in a drug rehab facility because neither of them was interested in my mental state, just in the fact that I didn't know where said jelly beans were hidden.
Miss Kitty gets 0 stars. In fact, Miss Kitty should have stars taken away for her reaction to my plight. What does Miss Kitty say when I ask for a measly TWO awesome jelly beans (total calorie intake: approximately 15)? Miss Kitty says, "Here, take this 75 calorie chocolate truffle instead". Damn you Miss Kitty. Damn you and your scrumptous random chocolate. (Yes, I ate it. It was great).
I Heart Gordmans decides she's going to help me. This is an interesting case because I think I Heart Gordman's has the best capacity for understanding how to attack a "fix" in moderation. She suggested I have two jelly beans only and agreed to help me (with the implied understanding that she would wrestle me to the ground if I tried to get more than two out of that bag). However, she totally botched the delivery of the package to me BY EATING THE JELLY BEANS HERSELF once they were in her possession. I do not believe this was preconceived. 2.5 stars for I Heart Gordmans. Because I can't judge her for eating the yumminess that was in her hands.
So as I sit here today, jelly-bean-less, it is concerning to me that I freaked out over candy yesterday. I am worried I may have a problem. A problem that clearly my co-workers are not equipped to handle. Idid a little research on candy addiction and it turns out to be real (sort of). There is even an iPhone app!
"Addicted to Candy". I've copy/pasted from the website (apparently the maker of the app originally designed it with drugs, but I guess Apple wouldn't let them use it...so they went with a more ubiquitous, but no less dangerous, item).
The premise of Candy Wars is that 30 years into the future candy has gone the way of cocaine and been banned. So you must work the streets and sell brownies, sour tarts and sugar sticks so addicts can get a fix for their sweet tooth. Prohibition 3: Candy Wars is a very simple game but does what it is supposed to do well. It is a reworked, touch-screen friendly remake of Drug Wars, which was written for DOS about 25 years ago. It stays true to the simplistic interface and delivers some addicting fun.
The premise of Candy Wars is pretty simple — buy low and sell high. The interface involves switching between a screen where you can buy or sell the illegal candy substances and a subway menu that lets you travel to different parts of New York. As supply and demand goes there are different prices for the candy throughout the sections of New York. So buy candy cheaply and sell it for a profit to grow your business. Getting good at the game requires a combination of knowing where to buy the candy on the cheap and finding the right places to sell for a higher profit. You also need to develop enough cash and supply to deal with how the market fluctuates. These can be quite rapid so sometimes it is worth making the sale before checking all the other areas for the best price.
Some wrenches are thrown in to your plan through loan sharks and Food and Drug Administration agents. A pop-up message will warn you that loan sharks are demanding repayment or that you are being chased by the FDA. Charming the agents with some of your pixie dust or hiding in an alley can avert the confiscation of your stash.
I can't think of a game I would be better at. Business combined with my own understanding of candy addiction would make a "candy lord" in the Midwest. Except I'd be addicted to my own product....Oh well, maybe when they come out with "Addicted to Mushrooms"....I would rock at that game.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Question of the Hour
This has nothing to do with weight loss. Nothing at all. But I need an outlet for this....
Little Bit just asked me "Do you think Pamela Anderson's breast are fake?"
While I could not think of an appropriate response to that, "I heart Gordmans" had a response which is about as close as I can get..."sweet, sweet, Jesus".
It's also important that you know Little Bit has a PhD.
The fate of our planet is not looking good.
Little Bit just asked me "Do you think Pamela Anderson's breast are fake?"
While I could not think of an appropriate response to that, "I heart Gordmans" had a response which is about as close as I can get..."sweet, sweet, Jesus".
It's also important that you know Little Bit has a PhD.
The fate of our planet is not looking good.
Sabotage
This blog is going to be serious. For those of you who read this blog for entertainment and not necessarily to avidly follow my weight-loss journey, cheering from the sidelines, you can stop reading. Today we're going to address self-sabotage and why we (collectively meaning people trying to lose weight) often engage in this behavior. How many times have I gotten SO close to a goal just to kill it with a gallon of ice cream, some tacos, a burger...or all three? This behavior, folks, is much more common that I was once led to believe. While I realize I have a sniveling, whiny child in my soul in place of strong, iron-clad willpower, I think most people at some time in their life self-sabotage themselves from their goals--whatever those goals may be. What is it about ourselves that makes us stop when we get close? I think it's fear. Fear of what? No idea. I'm not scared to have a tight, perfect ass and a rock hard stomach. I'm not scared of a cholesterol level of 150. Maybe I'm scared to change my self-identity? Since I can remember, I was the least good-looking of my group of friends, but had a rock-star personality to make up for it. (Note: my friends are H-O-T, so by saying I'm the least good looking, I'm not saying I wasn't cute. It's kind of like being the dumbest person in Mensa....) So maybe my self-identity is tied to this weight. Or more probably, my LIFESTYLE is tied to this weight. If I can't come home with Mat and watch National Geographic with wine and Centro pizza, what will we do instead? What will I do with my hands when I'm not reaching in a bag of chips?
This conversation is stemming from the fact I'm fighting against self-sabotage right now. I can feel myself looking around for something yumm-o to put in my mouth while giving myself an excuse to sit on my fat butt in front of the TV. Recognition, I'm sure, is the first step towards stopping this process. Having Little Bit as a friend is probably the second since she's great at dragging me (yes, physically, with her ~110-lb frame) out of my cube and into the gym. But how do I make sure I hit my April goal, or any other goal for that matter? I am seeking answers here.
For those of you who have bothered to read this far, I'll give you something to chew on as a reward:
40 is the only number that, in the English language, has all its letters in alphabetical order.
In other news: Carter is at that stage where he likes to bring you things. So by the end of everyday I'm surrounded with toys, shoes, an empty Scope bottle pulled out of the recycling bin, a spoon and about 20 of daddy's CDs which have been pulled off the shelf. Naturally I think this is the most adorable thing ever.
This conversation is stemming from the fact I'm fighting against self-sabotage right now. I can feel myself looking around for something yumm-o to put in my mouth while giving myself an excuse to sit on my fat butt in front of the TV. Recognition, I'm sure, is the first step towards stopping this process. Having Little Bit as a friend is probably the second since she's great at dragging me (yes, physically, with her ~110-lb frame) out of my cube and into the gym. But how do I make sure I hit my April goal, or any other goal for that matter? I am seeking answers here.
For those of you who have bothered to read this far, I'll give you something to chew on as a reward:
40 is the only number that, in the English language, has all its letters in alphabetical order.
In other news: Carter is at that stage where he likes to bring you things. So by the end of everyday I'm surrounded with toys, shoes, an empty Scope bottle pulled out of the recycling bin, a spoon and about 20 of daddy's CDs which have been pulled off the shelf. Naturally I think this is the most adorable thing ever.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Drawbacks to having a blog...
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
You know what sucks about having a blog about weight loss? Besides being held accountable for everything you eat, every workout and every pound and having to tell the entire world that you still sometimes wear your maternity pants and that you top the scales over 200 pounds? Well, BESIDES that, people that read your blog often complain when something THEY SHOULD BE DOING AS YOUR FRIEND ANYWAY doesn't make it in the blog.
So, here is a blog post that will be emailed to about a dozen people who didn't necessarily want to take time out of their work/gossip/whatever to hear about this, but now will have to so that I am less annoyed when I walk into work and into a pit of dis-satisfaction with Little Bit's "I didn't get mentioned in the blog" attitude.
Last Friday, Little Bit not only kept me from eating an extra slice of pizza, but also dragged me out of my pizza-induced-almost-napping stupor to go work out. And we did. And I got an endorphin rush.
So thank you Little Bit.
In other news that people might actually care about, Carter grabbed an enormous bath towel out of his laundry hamper last night and pulled it into his crib as a blankie. I checked on him after he fell asleep and he was all curled up around this enormous blanket. Guess I should start giving him a blankie to carry around...
Dear readers, have fun and be safe tonight with your St. Patty's debauchery.
Weight this morning: 203.8
You know what sucks about having a blog about weight loss? Besides being held accountable for everything you eat, every workout and every pound and having to tell the entire world that you still sometimes wear your maternity pants and that you top the scales over 200 pounds? Well, BESIDES that, people that read your blog often complain when something THEY SHOULD BE DOING AS YOUR FRIEND ANYWAY doesn't make it in the blog.
So, here is a blog post that will be emailed to about a dozen people who didn't necessarily want to take time out of their work/gossip/whatever to hear about this, but now will have to so that I am less annoyed when I walk into work and into a pit of dis-satisfaction with Little Bit's "I didn't get mentioned in the blog" attitude.
Last Friday, Little Bit not only kept me from eating an extra slice of pizza, but also dragged me out of my pizza-induced-almost-napping stupor to go work out. And we did. And I got an endorphin rush.
So thank you Little Bit.
In other news that people might actually care about, Carter grabbed an enormous bath towel out of his laundry hamper last night and pulled it into his crib as a blankie. I checked on him after he fell asleep and he was all curled up around this enormous blanket. Guess I should start giving him a blankie to carry around...
Dear readers, have fun and be safe tonight with your St. Patty's debauchery.
Weight this morning: 203.8
Monday, March 15, 2010
Monday. Blah.
Well, the sunshine is out (finally) and it's Spring Break here in Des Moines. What does that mean to you, fellow readers? Probably nothing. Today is just some odds and ends:
So, I didn't exactly work out this weekend. I really only needed to work out once, but stupid Daylight Savings Time sapped all my energy and forced Carter to stay up an extra hour. I did, however, dance to "The Wiggles" and I also walked down the street TWICE. My lack of motivation may also have had something to do with the SUnday TV situation; I simply cannot resist Tool Academy, Celebrity Apprentice, & Amazing Race. It's like the Trifecta of "Sit On The Couch-ness". But I do paln to work out 6 days this week and I expect you to hold me accountable.
Eureka! Remember how people tell you a lot that exercise gives you endorphins and you have this awesome sense of well-being afterwards and want to cure cancer and save babies? Well, usually, I am too worn out and fat to care about babies and cancer after a workout and always sort of wanted to give a crotch-punch to these endorphin-advocates. BUT FRIDAY I FOUND THEM. They soared through my body, giving me energy and enthusiasm!! I felt like I could run forever (not withstanding the fact I wasn't running in the first place). Yup. It was awesome. Right up until I had to stop early because Mat locked his keys in the car....
So anyway, I'm on a perpetual quest to find these elusive endorphins and recapture the feeling through exercise. Just not today. Because Miss "Can't Work Out Today" wouldn't go with me and I had to skip step because I was working. Which I do now and then.
I have also started keeping a food journal and am limiting myself to 1600 calories per day this week. The food journal is really helping me b/c I don't want to spend too much time logging in two bites of a brownie...it's just not worth it. So really, food logging is a good way to leverage laziness...
Lastly, I want to leave you with Roo's easy:
Grilled chicken w/ corn and avocado salsa
Coat raw chicken breast with mix of lime juice (about 3 Tbs maybe), bit of salt and pepper, and about 2 Tbs of chopped cilantro
Throw chicken on grill
While grilling, make salsa:
About 1 C thawed frozen yellow corn kernels
1 avocado diced
lime juice (maybe about 2 Tbs)
salt (just a pinch)
chopped cilantro (maybe 2Tbs)
Really yummy w/ some black beans on the side garnished w/ cilantro
Yumm-o!
So, I didn't exactly work out this weekend. I really only needed to work out once, but stupid Daylight Savings Time sapped all my energy and forced Carter to stay up an extra hour. I did, however, dance to "The Wiggles" and I also walked down the street TWICE. My lack of motivation may also have had something to do with the SUnday TV situation; I simply cannot resist Tool Academy, Celebrity Apprentice, & Amazing Race. It's like the Trifecta of "Sit On The Couch-ness". But I do paln to work out 6 days this week and I expect you to hold me accountable.
Eureka! Remember how people tell you a lot that exercise gives you endorphins and you have this awesome sense of well-being afterwards and want to cure cancer and save babies? Well, usually, I am too worn out and fat to care about babies and cancer after a workout and always sort of wanted to give a crotch-punch to these endorphin-advocates. BUT FRIDAY I FOUND THEM. They soared through my body, giving me energy and enthusiasm!! I felt like I could run forever (not withstanding the fact I wasn't running in the first place). Yup. It was awesome. Right up until I had to stop early because Mat locked his keys in the car....
So anyway, I'm on a perpetual quest to find these elusive endorphins and recapture the feeling through exercise. Just not today. Because Miss "Can't Work Out Today" wouldn't go with me and I had to skip step because I was working. Which I do now and then.
I have also started keeping a food journal and am limiting myself to 1600 calories per day this week. The food journal is really helping me b/c I don't want to spend too much time logging in two bites of a brownie...it's just not worth it. So really, food logging is a good way to leverage laziness...
Lastly, I want to leave you with Roo's easy:
Grilled chicken w/ corn and avocado salsa
Coat raw chicken breast with mix of lime juice (about 3 Tbs maybe), bit of salt and pepper, and about 2 Tbs of chopped cilantro
Throw chicken on grill
While grilling, make salsa:
About 1 C thawed frozen yellow corn kernels
1 avocado diced
lime juice (maybe about 2 Tbs)
salt (just a pinch)
chopped cilantro (maybe 2Tbs)
Really yummy w/ some black beans on the side garnished w/ cilantro
Yumm-o!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Touche' Step Class, Touche'
I am mentally prepared. I am dressed in a short-sleeve shirt. I am ready.
Susanne the hard instructor: "Since I'm going on vacation right after this class, we're going to mix it up today!!!! Let's turn our steps vertical and do interval training with a lot of power blocks!!!"
Fuck.
But do I miss a beat? Do I collapse in a spasm of death throes or out of fatigue-inspired clumsiness--NO!!! I prevail, even when 15% of the class walked out in the middle (which I calculated to keep my mind off the burning...)
Yes, I admit there may have been more frequent water breaks than usual and my face may still resemble a skinned tomato, but I finished the class AND it was easier than the last one.
So for all you haters (you know who you are)...you. can. SUCK IT.
Doing it again Friday, without the hard teacher.
Weigh in today: 205.
In other news, here are some videos of Carter.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJlo9qoS5Ks
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NVuLEF5Wduw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SlY50zDEerM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmb-Fw9q9IQ
Susanne the hard instructor: "Since I'm going on vacation right after this class, we're going to mix it up today!!!! Let's turn our steps vertical and do interval training with a lot of power blocks!!!"
Fuck.
But do I miss a beat? Do I collapse in a spasm of death throes or out of fatigue-inspired clumsiness--NO!!! I prevail, even when 15% of the class walked out in the middle (which I calculated to keep my mind off the burning...)
Yes, I admit there may have been more frequent water breaks than usual and my face may still resemble a skinned tomato, but I finished the class AND it was easier than the last one.
So for all you haters (you know who you are)...you. can. SUCK IT.
Doing it again Friday, without the hard teacher.
Weigh in today: 205.
In other news, here are some videos of Carter.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJlo9qoS5Ks
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NVuLEF5Wduw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SlY50zDEerM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmb-Fw9q9IQ
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
What a good day!
I come in today and it's waiting for me in my inbox: what I've suspected all along...
http://www.cnn.com/2010/HEALTH/03/08/women.drink.weight/index.html?hpt=Sbin
What a relief! I'll toast to that! (thanks to Miss Kitty for the link)
In other news, here is a pictue of Carter demonstrating how I felt after the step-class-from-hell yesterday:
Except, clearly, he's better dressed than I was.
http://www.cnn.com/2010/HEALTH/03/08/women.drink.weight/index.html?hpt=Sbin
What a relief! I'll toast to that! (thanks to Miss Kitty for the link)
In other news, here is a pictue of Carter demonstrating how I felt after the step-class-from-hell yesterday:
Except, clearly, he's better dressed than I was.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Suzy goes to step class
Yes. I am motivated. I am going to step for the first time since November. I am ALSO going to do 10 additional minutes on the elliptical since step is only 35 minutes.
Here is my inner dialouge for the last 35 minutes:
Hmmm, I sure am glad I'm wearing this long sleeve shirt to step class. I am so clever to remember it's kind of cold in the aerobics room. (glances slyly at the other women), no one else is smart enough to wear a long sleeve shirt here, proving my superiority to these people.
Hmm, I see Susanne is teaching today. She's tough. Well, I've taken her before, I'll just have to pace myself. I mean, I've been doing step since I was 12. I was Little Miss Jazzercise for goodness' sake....and NO ONE can take THAT away from me.
(2 minutes)
Oh...that was just the warm up? Seems to be a little fast paced. Well, I can FEEL the fat burning off my body, so this is great. (stop to tie shoe lace)--ugh, that better not happen again. I hate interrupting my workout mojo.
(2 minutes)
Wow, this is a lot harder than I remember. I hate glute lifts; it's very hard to lift my enormous glutes and I should get extra points. But man, it feels great to be working out again...although it's getting kind of warm.
(2 minutes)
Whew--this is officially sucking. We didn't stretch. When are we going to stretch? That's my favorite part. God I'm hot.
(2 minutes)
OMG WHERE AM I? WHAT'S GOING ON?? AHHHHH!
(2 minutes)
WHY AM I WEARING THIS GOD-FORSAKEN SHIRT?
(5 minutes)
My muscles are shaking, I am really WHAT THE F---
(land on butt. twist ankle slightly.Here comes Susanne running over....are you OK? do you need an icepack?)
No, no, I am fine. I am strong. I can look tough to all these other women wearing their little tank tops... (continue doing routine)
Would it really be inappropriate to ask for an ice-pack for my butt? Yes, it would. Self, do NOT ask for an icepack...
(1 minute)
Man, that girl's face is flushed a really unnatural shade of red....crap, that's me. The idiot wearing the long-sleeve shirt
(1 minute)
OH GOOD LORD HAVE MERCY ON MY FAT SOUL. THE PAIN, STOP THE PAIN
(1 minute)
ooohhh, maybe my shoelace will come untied? Nope, looks good. Damnit, why won't my shoe lace just UN-TIE???
Susanne: ooohhh, let's do a power block!!!
OH GOD THE PAIN!!! I'm DYING. DYING.
the end. I limp out of class, bruised, beaten and humbled.
Self: Absolutely do not have the energy to walk back to desk. Must die in locker room....
No, must go blog. The people demand it of me.
We'll meet again step class. We will meet again.
Just as soon as I lay down for 3 days and also buy some tank tops.
Here is my inner dialouge for the last 35 minutes:
Hmmm, I sure am glad I'm wearing this long sleeve shirt to step class. I am so clever to remember it's kind of cold in the aerobics room. (glances slyly at the other women), no one else is smart enough to wear a long sleeve shirt here, proving my superiority to these people.
Hmm, I see Susanne is teaching today. She's tough. Well, I've taken her before, I'll just have to pace myself. I mean, I've been doing step since I was 12. I was Little Miss Jazzercise for goodness' sake....and NO ONE can take THAT away from me.
(2 minutes)
Oh...that was just the warm up? Seems to be a little fast paced. Well, I can FEEL the fat burning off my body, so this is great. (stop to tie shoe lace)--ugh, that better not happen again. I hate interrupting my workout mojo.
(2 minutes)
Wow, this is a lot harder than I remember. I hate glute lifts; it's very hard to lift my enormous glutes and I should get extra points. But man, it feels great to be working out again...although it's getting kind of warm.
(2 minutes)
Whew--this is officially sucking. We didn't stretch. When are we going to stretch? That's my favorite part. God I'm hot.
(2 minutes)
OMG WHERE AM I? WHAT'S GOING ON?? AHHHHH!
(2 minutes)
WHY AM I WEARING THIS GOD-FORSAKEN SHIRT?
(5 minutes)
My muscles are shaking, I am really WHAT THE F---
(land on butt. twist ankle slightly.Here comes Susanne running over....are you OK? do you need an icepack?)
No, no, I am fine. I am strong. I can look tough to all these other women wearing their little tank tops... (continue doing routine)
Would it really be inappropriate to ask for an ice-pack for my butt? Yes, it would. Self, do NOT ask for an icepack...
(1 minute)
Man, that girl's face is flushed a really unnatural shade of red....crap, that's me. The idiot wearing the long-sleeve shirt
(1 minute)
OH GOOD LORD HAVE MERCY ON MY FAT SOUL. THE PAIN, STOP THE PAIN
(1 minute)
ooohhh, maybe my shoelace will come untied? Nope, looks good. Damnit, why won't my shoe lace just UN-TIE???
Susanne: ooohhh, let's do a power block!!!
OH GOD THE PAIN!!! I'm DYING. DYING.
the end. I limp out of class, bruised, beaten and humbled.
Self: Absolutely do not have the energy to walk back to desk. Must die in locker room....
No, must go blog. The people demand it of me.
We'll meet again step class. We will meet again.
Just as soon as I lay down for 3 days and also buy some tank tops.
New Week--Adios 6 pounds.
It's very exciting to get such good feedback about my blog. Where I expecting to hear perhaps "Good God, how do you live with yourself at that weight? I mean, do you worry about sitting in airline seats? Do you get self-concious about ordering dessert at restaurants?", I'm hearing "wow, good job!" and "I have a great recipe for you". So thank you dear readers.
The week started off great. I lost 6 pounds! To emphasize what this means to me, I did a little research into things that weigh six pounds. Unfortunately, I could only find things that weigh one pound. SO here we go:
I lost the equivalent to:
SIX bags of coffee
SIX shoes
SIX average books
SIX packages of frozen vegetables
ONE QUARTER of Carter
SIX scotch tape dispense model C-38 (tape not included)
ONE five pound barbell AND one shoe
So as you can see, six pounds is quite a bit. That's 2.8% of my body weight for those of you who watch Biggest Loser. Now, I am a little concerned this is a lot of water weight, so stay tuned for next week when we see if I gain weight and fly into a depression that includes listening to Michael Buble and eating Hot Tamales. I did exercise, although not as much as I hoped too. Most of this is attributed to the fact I can't figure out how to get our TV to turn to the DVD mode even though Mat showed me once (which doesn't count because he chose to show me in the middle of Real Housewives of OC when I couldn't possibly be expected to pay attention to him).
One of my audience members whom we'll refer to as "Roo" gave me this link: www.cookinglight.com/5ingredients/ which is awesome b/c they are healthy meals one can make in a short amount of time. Which is good for anyone who has, say, a toddler attached to their leg OR possibly someone who turns into Bitchy McBitchison when her blood sugar gets low. So go check it out. My co-workers have promised to make me work out again this week a lot and I'm excited to go to step class. I DID also write a menu for the week (whole-wheat rotini with marinara and shrimp tonight, chicken breast tomorrow)., so I'm excited about that. I have been doing great on my eating.
In other, non-weight news, Carter learned to say uh-oh this weekend. This is important as he can now alert us to his behavior. Dropped your bear? uh-oh. Ran your face into the coffee table? uh-oh. Poop in the pants? that right, uh-oh again. It's good to be communicating with Carter; he has a lot to say.
The week started off great. I lost 6 pounds! To emphasize what this means to me, I did a little research into things that weigh six pounds. Unfortunately, I could only find things that weigh one pound. SO here we go:
I lost the equivalent to:
SIX bags of coffee
SIX shoes
SIX average books
SIX packages of frozen vegetables
ONE QUARTER of Carter
SIX scotch tape dispense model C-38 (tape not included)
ONE five pound barbell AND one shoe
So as you can see, six pounds is quite a bit. That's 2.8% of my body weight for those of you who watch Biggest Loser. Now, I am a little concerned this is a lot of water weight, so stay tuned for next week when we see if I gain weight and fly into a depression that includes listening to Michael Buble and eating Hot Tamales. I did exercise, although not as much as I hoped too. Most of this is attributed to the fact I can't figure out how to get our TV to turn to the DVD mode even though Mat showed me once (which doesn't count because he chose to show me in the middle of Real Housewives of OC when I couldn't possibly be expected to pay attention to him).
One of my audience members whom we'll refer to as "Roo" gave me this link: www.cookinglight.com/5ingredients/ which is awesome b/c they are healthy meals one can make in a short amount of time. Which is good for anyone who has, say, a toddler attached to their leg OR possibly someone who turns into Bitchy McBitchison when her blood sugar gets low. So go check it out. My co-workers have promised to make me work out again this week a lot and I'm excited to go to step class. I DID also write a menu for the week (whole-wheat rotini with marinara and shrimp tonight, chicken breast tomorrow)., so I'm excited about that. I have been doing great on my eating.
In other, non-weight news, Carter learned to say uh-oh this weekend. This is important as he can now alert us to his behavior. Dropped your bear? uh-oh. Ran your face into the coffee table? uh-oh. Poop in the pants? that right, uh-oh again. It's good to be communicating with Carter; he has a lot to say.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
A New Day
Thank you to those who have supported me so far even though my brother is the only person who can figure out how to post a comment (including me....it doesn't work for me either).
I'm feeling pretty good today. And by good I mean the"my ass is burning from dragging it up a steep treadmill incline" kind of good. So at least I can remind myself that I did indeed work out yesterday.
I've been giving some thought to Carter's food habits. Putting aside his penchant for shoving broccoli into his pants to avoid eating it (at least I hope that is why he's doing it), he's sort of my diet partner. I spend so much time making sure his plate is nutritious, varied, colorful and containing protein/starch/veggie...but yet I don't spend anytime planning what I'm going to eat. Which means most dinners when Mat isn't home consist of:
-the half of the weiner Carter didn't eat
-the quarter banana that Carter didn't eat
-a pudding cup (no sugar double chocolate...awesome)
-another pudding cup later
-then when I'm super hungry, I raid the fridge
So I'm going to start writing menus again for me like I do for Carter. And I'm going to stop eating what's left over on his plate (unless it's vegetables, but apparently those just go in his pants...)
And now, for the big announcement: Today's weight......212
There. I said it. Now you can judge me.
Short term goal: <200 by April 1.
Medium term: 165 by Jennifer's wedding on Sept 18th
Long term: 150
Again, thanks for reading. Someone sent me an email that said "bad decisions make good stories". I can assure you there will be some bad decisions on this journey...we'll see about that stories...
I'm feeling pretty good today. And by good I mean the"my ass is burning from dragging it up a steep treadmill incline" kind of good. So at least I can remind myself that I did indeed work out yesterday.
I've been giving some thought to Carter's food habits. Putting aside his penchant for shoving broccoli into his pants to avoid eating it (at least I hope that is why he's doing it), he's sort of my diet partner. I spend so much time making sure his plate is nutritious, varied, colorful and containing protein/starch/veggie...but yet I don't spend anytime planning what I'm going to eat. Which means most dinners when Mat isn't home consist of:
-the half of the weiner Carter didn't eat
-the quarter banana that Carter didn't eat
-a pudding cup (no sugar double chocolate...awesome)
-another pudding cup later
-then when I'm super hungry, I raid the fridge
So I'm going to start writing menus again for me like I do for Carter. And I'm going to stop eating what's left over on his plate (unless it's vegetables, but apparently those just go in his pants...)
And now, for the big announcement: Today's weight......212
There. I said it. Now you can judge me.
Short term goal: <200 by April 1.
Medium term: 165 by Jennifer's wedding on Sept 18th
Long term: 150
Again, thanks for reading. Someone sent me an email that said "bad decisions make good stories". I can assure you there will be some bad decisions on this journey...we'll see about that stories...
Monday, March 1, 2010
Starting a blog
So I said to myself, "Self, you've been trying to lose weight all your life. You have to do something that will motivate, cajole, convince or embarrass yourself into actually LOSING the weight and keeping it off." So, I'm starting a blog about my weight loss in the hopes that I will give this link to enough people whose opinion I care about that it will make me think twice before I....
1. stuff chips and queso in my mouth in between gulps of strawberry margarita
2. tell Mat that "why yes, it IS a good idea for us to sit on this couch and eat Buffalo Wild Wings...again"
3. eat four bowls of Captain Crunch for breakfast
4. choose to sit down and watch my crappy reality TV instead of getting yelled at by the Jillian Micahel's exercise DVD
5. Yell at my husband (again) for either not being supportive of my weight loss OR judging my weight (depending on whether I'm on the wagon that day or not..which is information he will not have)
So, to the reader, I promise to be brutally honest with you and I will try to make this entertaining. I cannot, however, promise that this blog will only be about weight loss. There may be some of the following:
1. Comments and pictures of Carter (a lot of them)
2. Miscellaneous opinions and rants about (but not limited to): crappy Iowa weather, crappy drivers, co-workers/family members/friends (names will be changed to protect you even when I don't feel like it). Also I might talk about parenting, the past and the future. And possibly cats, politics and religion.
But mostly it will be about my weight loss. So thank you for taking this journey with me. Thank you in advance for your support and patience. Especially if you are my husband.
Sisspam
1. stuff chips and queso in my mouth in between gulps of strawberry margarita
2. tell Mat that "why yes, it IS a good idea for us to sit on this couch and eat Buffalo Wild Wings...again"
3. eat four bowls of Captain Crunch for breakfast
4. choose to sit down and watch my crappy reality TV instead of getting yelled at by the Jillian Micahel's exercise DVD
5. Yell at my husband (again) for either not being supportive of my weight loss OR judging my weight (depending on whether I'm on the wagon that day or not..which is information he will not have)
So, to the reader, I promise to be brutally honest with you and I will try to make this entertaining. I cannot, however, promise that this blog will only be about weight loss. There may be some of the following:
1. Comments and pictures of Carter (a lot of them)
2. Miscellaneous opinions and rants about (but not limited to): crappy Iowa weather, crappy drivers, co-workers/family members/friends (names will be changed to protect you even when I don't feel like it). Also I might talk about parenting, the past and the future. And possibly cats, politics and religion.
But mostly it will be about my weight loss. So thank you for taking this journey with me. Thank you in advance for your support and patience. Especially if you are my husband.
Sisspam
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