I write this post with a smug, kind of bitchy attitude. Bitchy in a good way. And smug because, damn, it feels good to win!
Weigh-in last night was a wonderful success. I walked away feeling triumphant and vindicated. But let's get the dirty business out of the way.
Current weight: 220 lbs.
That's right! I walked away from that scale with a 6.6lb difference. High fives all around! Made up for the .3 gain I had last week. That brings my total weight loss to be 12.0lbs. Holy hell, 12 pounds in just a month! There is my triumph.
I'm feeling vindicated because while those cackling bitches who sat being me and my friend on the first night probably lost more then 12 pounds the last month, they did it not eating real food. I'm not going to bash their choice for losing weight but my opinion is that once they've lost all the weight they wanted and they have to switch from drinking those shakes to eating real food--they are doing to have a very difficult time maintaining that loss. (Holy hell is that the longest sentence ever! Punctuation, Leslie! Geez...)
I needed last night. I needed to feel victorious in some way so my fire can be fueled a little hotter and brighter. I needed it. Now I can enter this next month feeling hopeful that another 12 pounds could be, and probably will, be lost.
My hell grip on food is loosening. I'm already seeing myself relax a little and I think that alone is going to help me lose more. The workouts are going to get more intense, especially since we are now training for the 5k in less then a month. (Eek!) So maybe I can even lose 15 pounds this next month. Who knows!
I know I'm still overweight. I know I'm not yet that skinny bitch that I want to be but I'll get there. The light is at the end of the tunnel. It's tiny pin-prick of light, but I can still see it.
12 pounds total! HUZZAH!
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
Diet Shmiet--Day 28
I'm writing this pre-weigh in tonight. Don't know if I lost weight this week and honestly it would be a miracle if I did considering I was so sick!
But that's not what I'm going to talk about right now. I'm going to talk about food. Oh, I love talking about food. Do you know that your friends have a wealth of information about food? I'm talking about recipes, ideas, gardening tips, nutritional information. My friends know way more then I thought and I think that is awesome! So next time when you've worn your friend through from talking about your shitty husband or the devil spawn you call your children, talk about food. So much to learn!
Anyway, back to food. I bought a few cookbooks over the past few years and after they've collected dust on my shelf for so long, I broke them back out and started actually reading them and I found some real gems. I want to cook all the time and try it all! And being of the "dieting" mind I'm now reading the nutritional values to every recipe. And because my husband is not of the "dieting" mind my challenge is to find food he will eat--and enjoy--too.
Well, last night was a success, in a huge way.
Evidence:
Yes, that little gem was about 270 calories with the rice and tortilla! I added a green salad with it because I just need more green but my husband loved it. The chicken was so freakin' flavorful... my mouth is salivating thinking about it. This is what was in it:
green bell pepper
jalapeno pepper
onion
chicken
tomatoes
green olives
corn
garlic
spices (cuman, chili power, salt & pepper)
I seriously forgot I was on a diet. Plus the tortilla too... oh my gosh. In freakin' heaven!
Of course I would have like this a little better with black beans and yellow rice making it feel a little more "authentic" and it would have boosted the total calorie count (substituting the tortilla & brown rice for the beans and yellow rice) to 400 calories... still not bad at all. Gosh, I think I just figured out what I'm having for dinner tomorrow night again! Yum!
See, I'm getting a hang of this. Only has taken 4 weeks but still...
But that's not what I'm going to talk about right now. I'm going to talk about food. Oh, I love talking about food. Do you know that your friends have a wealth of information about food? I'm talking about recipes, ideas, gardening tips, nutritional information. My friends know way more then I thought and I think that is awesome! So next time when you've worn your friend through from talking about your shitty husband or the devil spawn you call your children, talk about food. So much to learn!
Anyway, back to food. I bought a few cookbooks over the past few years and after they've collected dust on my shelf for so long, I broke them back out and started actually reading them and I found some real gems. I want to cook all the time and try it all! And being of the "dieting" mind I'm now reading the nutritional values to every recipe. And because my husband is not of the "dieting" mind my challenge is to find food he will eat--and enjoy--too.
Well, last night was a success, in a huge way.
Evidence:
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| Cuban Chicken, made in the crock pot. Yum! |
green bell pepper
jalapeno pepper
onion
chicken
tomatoes
green olives
corn
garlic
spices (cuman, chili power, salt & pepper)
I seriously forgot I was on a diet. Plus the tortilla too... oh my gosh. In freakin' heaven!
Of course I would have like this a little better with black beans and yellow rice making it feel a little more "authentic" and it would have boosted the total calorie count (substituting the tortilla & brown rice for the beans and yellow rice) to 400 calories... still not bad at all. Gosh, I think I just figured out what I'm having for dinner tomorrow night again! Yum!
See, I'm getting a hang of this. Only has taken 4 weeks but still...
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Day 26
Another week has snuck by me and I have failed to post. I am failing miserably at this! But I have an excuse this time--a legitiment one, I swear!
Let's get down to the nuts first. Weighed in on Monday and wasn't feeling positive about it. After hurting myself and not going to the gym two days in a row I was prepared to not lose any weight this week. And I didn't. I gained, as a matter of fact, .3 pounds. Did I walk away and cry? No. Did I ask why? No. Did I stay up the whole next night tossing and turning wondering what I could have done wrong and what do I need to do different? Ok, yes, possibly.
Then I got sick. Not a usual head cold that I get this time of year with my germ infested children give me, but the kind that knocks you on your ass and makes you think you've seen Jesus, Mother Mary, Abraham Lincoln and Morgan Freeman (he is God after all!).
Getting sick like that was a horrible set back that scared me to my core. What if I don't bounce back and slack even more on the gym? I was so scared of losing my momentum that after one full day in bed I convinced myself and my body that I was better. So I hit the gym the very next day feeling 100 times better. And the next day was Zumba, finished it like a champ. I just knew I was feeling better. So glad it was a 24 hour thing...
But it wasn't. After two days of fooling myself I was better my body had other ideas. Completely shut down. Well, not a shut down. Everything inside decided to come out. Coughing, puking, sneezing, all of it happened. (Thank goodness nothing came out of the "other" exit!) I tossed and turned all night suffering from these ailments and all the while begged myself to get better, just enough to make it to the gym the next morning. This is how my brain was computing:
12:33am: Ok, just puked, maybe it will be better. I sleep now, get 6 hours I'll be ok by morning to go to gym.
1:25am: Even though I just coughed so hard I puked again, I can still get 5 hours. Gym still a possibility.
2:02am: 4 1/2 hours. Puked again, might not have enough fuel for gym but if I sleep now and drink a smoothie in the morning I'll be fine. Maybe the coughing will have stopped.
2:39am: Ok, so what if I'm sweating. Sweating is good right? Can't stop coughing though. 4 hours, just under 4 hours. That's enough sleep to get through a work out if I nap afterwards.
3:16am: Will this coughing stop? Why does my body hurt so bad? Who came in here and beat me with a bat while I dozed the last 20 minutes? Is 3 hours enough sleep to still go to gym and not pass out?
4:22am: Can't stop coughing. At least I stopped puking. Can I still make the gym? 2 hours. I can still get two hours. You are crazy, Leslie you know that? What the fuck is wrong with you?
5:49am: Alarm is going off in 45 minutes. I think I'm going to have to skip the gym. Dammit.
6:30am: My daughter doesn't need to go to school, if I just casually hit my alarm's off button, no one will ever know.
See that mentality? I think I might be losing it mentally. My grip is too tight. And I have that mentality with food too. I need to loosen up and not stress about it so much. Taking a day (or two) off from working out because I'm sick isn't going to kill me as long as I get back in there when I'm better. Eating a higher calorie chicken noodle soup and crackers isn't going to completely kill me and my diet. That's all I ate yesterday and I stressed about it all day and night. LOOSEN UP, LESLIE!
Maybe it's the stress of doing it "right" got me sick and not my germ infested children. Of course I'm thinking it's a little of both. Stress depletes your immune system and then the germy kids crawling all over me... yea... recipe for the sickies.
This next week is going to be better. It has to be. I've enjoyed Jesus, Mary, Abe and Morgan but it's time they went back home and I start (again!) my journey to a better life and maybe have a little fun with it instead of stressing so much about getting it done right.
Let's get down to the nuts first. Weighed in on Monday and wasn't feeling positive about it. After hurting myself and not going to the gym two days in a row I was prepared to not lose any weight this week. And I didn't. I gained, as a matter of fact, .3 pounds. Did I walk away and cry? No. Did I ask why? No. Did I stay up the whole next night tossing and turning wondering what I could have done wrong and what do I need to do different? Ok, yes, possibly.
Then I got sick. Not a usual head cold that I get this time of year with my germ infested children give me, but the kind that knocks you on your ass and makes you think you've seen Jesus, Mother Mary, Abraham Lincoln and Morgan Freeman (he is God after all!).
Getting sick like that was a horrible set back that scared me to my core. What if I don't bounce back and slack even more on the gym? I was so scared of losing my momentum that after one full day in bed I convinced myself and my body that I was better. So I hit the gym the very next day feeling 100 times better. And the next day was Zumba, finished it like a champ. I just knew I was feeling better. So glad it was a 24 hour thing...
But it wasn't. After two days of fooling myself I was better my body had other ideas. Completely shut down. Well, not a shut down. Everything inside decided to come out. Coughing, puking, sneezing, all of it happened. (Thank goodness nothing came out of the "other" exit!) I tossed and turned all night suffering from these ailments and all the while begged myself to get better, just enough to make it to the gym the next morning. This is how my brain was computing:
12:33am: Ok, just puked, maybe it will be better. I sleep now, get 6 hours I'll be ok by morning to go to gym.
1:25am: Even though I just coughed so hard I puked again, I can still get 5 hours. Gym still a possibility.
2:02am: 4 1/2 hours. Puked again, might not have enough fuel for gym but if I sleep now and drink a smoothie in the morning I'll be fine. Maybe the coughing will have stopped.
2:39am: Ok, so what if I'm sweating. Sweating is good right? Can't stop coughing though. 4 hours, just under 4 hours. That's enough sleep to get through a work out if I nap afterwards.
3:16am: Will this coughing stop? Why does my body hurt so bad? Who came in here and beat me with a bat while I dozed the last 20 minutes? Is 3 hours enough sleep to still go to gym and not pass out?
4:22am: Can't stop coughing. At least I stopped puking. Can I still make the gym? 2 hours. I can still get two hours. You are crazy, Leslie you know that? What the fuck is wrong with you?
5:49am: Alarm is going off in 45 minutes. I think I'm going to have to skip the gym. Dammit.
6:30am: My daughter doesn't need to go to school, if I just casually hit my alarm's off button, no one will ever know.
See that mentality? I think I might be losing it mentally. My grip is too tight. And I have that mentality with food too. I need to loosen up and not stress about it so much. Taking a day (or two) off from working out because I'm sick isn't going to kill me as long as I get back in there when I'm better. Eating a higher calorie chicken noodle soup and crackers isn't going to completely kill me and my diet. That's all I ate yesterday and I stressed about it all day and night. LOOSEN UP, LESLIE!
Maybe it's the stress of doing it "right" got me sick and not my germ infested children. Of course I'm thinking it's a little of both. Stress depletes your immune system and then the germy kids crawling all over me... yea... recipe for the sickies.
This next week is going to be better. It has to be. I've enjoyed Jesus, Mary, Abe and Morgan but it's time they went back home and I start (again!) my journey to a better life and maybe have a little fun with it instead of stressing so much about getting it done right.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Day 19
Wow, it's been that long since I've written. Time flies, baby!
I wanted to post my last weigh in since I slacked on that and I'm 2 days away from the next. (Already??)
On Monday (Day 14) I went to the weigh-in excited because I had an awesome week before and I felt like I lost weight. I had a better attitude this time ready to accept a low number because I know the difference eating better and exercising has had on my emotional being then anything else. But, you know, I was still hoping for a big loss.
Weight as of 2/6/2012 (Day 14) was 226lb.
That's right, a 3lb weight loss.
There was no boo-hooing this time. No slumped shoulders and pouting. I was happy, so so happy. That is 6 pounds total! No, I wasn't the highest there, probably the lowest weight loss amount but I'm happy with my progress because I feel like I'm doing it right.
I've made some adjustments this past week and had to make some difficult decisions.
First about food. While I've been trying to follow Weight Watchers, I was having a super difficult time with the points. I was eating through-out the day and felt satisfied with my eating choices--lots of vegetables, protein, fiber, good amount of carbs, etc.--and yet I was still regularly 6 to 8 points shy every night. And then the whole, burn as many calories as you take in formula for losing weight started to make more sense to me. So, I started counting calories instead. I've been using myfitnesspal and it's really helped me keep track of my activity and food intake. It's giving me answers I can relate to--too few calories, body goes into starvation; making bad choices and I won't lose weight like I wanted. I just found it works better for me. Oh, and a food discovery I made recently that pumps up my vitamin/veggie intake? I'm putting spinach and avocado in my morning smoothies. Ok, I didn't discover it, someone told me to do it and I was hesitant at first because... ew... but spinach with fruit, don't even taste it. And the avocado? Don't even taste that and it makes the smootie so smooth! Yummy!
Second about exercise. I'm hitting that lull in motivation but am trying to work my way through it. I knew it was going to happen. I knew there was going to come a point when I just don't want to anymore. This past week was difficult but I worked my way through it.
Lastly, the bane of my exsistence... sleep. Well, sleep is no longer an issue for me. I'm regularly getting 7-8 hours a night! Yay!! I think because I work out in the morning and stay active all day (I literally don't sit down for more then 5 minutes until dinner time) I'm exhausted by the end of the night. My poor husband is sad I'm not staying up late with him anymore but he said, and I quote, "I'd rather you be happy all day then spend that extra two hours with me at night." Awwww....
Even though I'm not shedding the pounds like I thought I would I'm still losing--3lb a week is good! And I know I'm losing inches. Muscle weighs more then fat, right? Well, I know I'm gaining muscle working out as much as I have (6 days a week!!) and my hard work is starting to show it's benefits:
I needed new workout pants. The pants I had were falling off during Zumba and when I'd do jump squats, or jumping jacks or anything jumping so I started shopping for plus size workout pants. Do you know how hard it is to find plus size work out pants? Extremely difficult! I was getting really frustrated. I went to the store and looked at the regular XL pants but were convinced I couldn't fit into them. And a week or so ago, I probably couldn't. But the other day, I actually forced myself to try them on, expecting to see sausage in it's casing. But no... nope... THEY FIT!! And no sausage, no digging at the waist, they actually FIT!! I cried in the dressing room. My kids who were with me gave me the creeped out "Mommy is crying again" look. But I didn't care. THEY FIT! There was nothing little about that victory! That is a HUGE victory!!
**Doing the happy dance!**
Today I'm going to take this day off and finish up a few things I put off all week (this post being one of them!). I'm hoping this next week will be better on the work out front (need that positive energy!) and continue to be good with the sleep and food. I'm not sure if I said it, but I'm sure glad I've made this choice to better my life!
Day 19... just beginning, but off to a great start!!
I wanted to post my last weigh in since I slacked on that and I'm 2 days away from the next. (Already??)
On Monday (Day 14) I went to the weigh-in excited because I had an awesome week before and I felt like I lost weight. I had a better attitude this time ready to accept a low number because I know the difference eating better and exercising has had on my emotional being then anything else. But, you know, I was still hoping for a big loss.
Weight as of 2/6/2012 (Day 14) was 226lb.
That's right, a 3lb weight loss.
There was no boo-hooing this time. No slumped shoulders and pouting. I was happy, so so happy. That is 6 pounds total! No, I wasn't the highest there, probably the lowest weight loss amount but I'm happy with my progress because I feel like I'm doing it right.
I've made some adjustments this past week and had to make some difficult decisions.
First about food. While I've been trying to follow Weight Watchers, I was having a super difficult time with the points. I was eating through-out the day and felt satisfied with my eating choices--lots of vegetables, protein, fiber, good amount of carbs, etc.--and yet I was still regularly 6 to 8 points shy every night. And then the whole, burn as many calories as you take in formula for losing weight started to make more sense to me. So, I started counting calories instead. I've been using myfitnesspal and it's really helped me keep track of my activity and food intake. It's giving me answers I can relate to--too few calories, body goes into starvation; making bad choices and I won't lose weight like I wanted. I just found it works better for me. Oh, and a food discovery I made recently that pumps up my vitamin/veggie intake? I'm putting spinach and avocado in my morning smoothies. Ok, I didn't discover it, someone told me to do it and I was hesitant at first because... ew... but spinach with fruit, don't even taste it. And the avocado? Don't even taste that and it makes the smootie so smooth! Yummy!
Second about exercise. I'm hitting that lull in motivation but am trying to work my way through it. I knew it was going to happen. I knew there was going to come a point when I just don't want to anymore. This past week was difficult but I worked my way through it.
Lastly, the bane of my exsistence... sleep. Well, sleep is no longer an issue for me. I'm regularly getting 7-8 hours a night! Yay!! I think because I work out in the morning and stay active all day (I literally don't sit down for more then 5 minutes until dinner time) I'm exhausted by the end of the night. My poor husband is sad I'm not staying up late with him anymore but he said, and I quote, "I'd rather you be happy all day then spend that extra two hours with me at night." Awwww....
Even though I'm not shedding the pounds like I thought I would I'm still losing--3lb a week is good! And I know I'm losing inches. Muscle weighs more then fat, right? Well, I know I'm gaining muscle working out as much as I have (6 days a week!!) and my hard work is starting to show it's benefits:
I needed new workout pants. The pants I had were falling off during Zumba and when I'd do jump squats, or jumping jacks or anything jumping so I started shopping for plus size workout pants. Do you know how hard it is to find plus size work out pants? Extremely difficult! I was getting really frustrated. I went to the store and looked at the regular XL pants but were convinced I couldn't fit into them. And a week or so ago, I probably couldn't. But the other day, I actually forced myself to try them on, expecting to see sausage in it's casing. But no... nope... THEY FIT!! And no sausage, no digging at the waist, they actually FIT!! I cried in the dressing room. My kids who were with me gave me the creeped out "Mommy is crying again" look. But I didn't care. THEY FIT! There was nothing little about that victory! That is a HUGE victory!!
**Doing the happy dance!**
Today I'm going to take this day off and finish up a few things I put off all week (this post being one of them!). I'm hoping this next week will be better on the work out front (need that positive energy!) and continue to be good with the sleep and food. I'm not sure if I said it, but I'm sure glad I've made this choice to better my life!
Day 19... just beginning, but off to a great start!!
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Day 10
Let's start with the good:
My workouts have been going amazingly! The circuit training is busting my butt and I'm sweating like crazy and I wasn't as sore the second time which can only mean my muscles are getting used to being worked. I would end that sentence with "again" but it's been so long I think they have amnesia and they don't remember ever working. I even stepped it up a little in Zumba today. I'm finally feeling like I'm learning the routines even though I still feel like an elephant in ballet shoes at times. All in all, I think I'm becoming one of those people who actually likes going to the gym. (EEK!!)
Another great thing--and this is truly wonderful--is my energy level throughout the day. Two weeks ago I was dragging myself out of bed when my alarm went off in the morning, after hitting the snooze once or twice, only to stay awake long enough to see my daughter off to school and then pass back out for another hour or two. Now I'm actually getting right up when the alarm goes off and not even touching the snooze button. And then I stay awake the whole day! Ok, I just lied. I can't believe I lied! I have taken a short nap in the afternoons but that was only because I was the energizer bunny all morning. It has only been 10 days, my body isn't completely used to this morning pep I have and I'm running out of fuel by 3 or 4 o'clock. But that has happened a total of 3 times. Not bad if you ask me! Today I stayed awake all day and stayed active doing chores and other household duties. I didn't sit down until I ate my dinner at 6pm. That is 12 hours of go-go-go for me! Hooray! Told ya, it was wonderful!
Now it's the bad:
Sleep is still an issue for me. Although some nights I'm getting 7 to 7 1/2 hours, some nights I'm only getting 6. Of course if I really think about it, those six hour nights are probably the days I took a nap. Looks like I need to start keeping a sleep journal too.
Food. It's been a dirty four-letter word for me. Kind of like the other f-word, it has good qualities and can be satifying but for the most part it's bad. Tuesday (Day 8) I was able to eat all my WW points and reached my calorie goal for the day really well. I felt hopeful, maybe it wasn't that hard. And then yesterday I almost made the goal but fell short. Now today, after feeling like I've been eating all day, my little calorie counter app told me that I bearly consumed 1200 calories. NOT GOOD! But I swear I've been eating all day. The list is long... A good hearty breakfast, filling protein shake after my workout, a solid sandwich (and even indulged with some Popchips!), trail mix, apple, carrots, and then a huge bowl of soup with added chicken for dinner and I still didn't eat enough calories. What the heck? I was searching my kitchen for something to eat that would give me more calories but all I saw were sweets and I just didn't think that would be a smart choice so late in the evening. I knew at the beginning that food would be my biggest obstacle but I didn't think it would be not enough food. I think I'm going to start upping my servings sizes by a little bit until I have it figured out because I definately can't eat anymore during the day then I am because I feel like I'm eating at every opportunity that I can. *sigh*
This is a learning process for me as I'm sure it is for anyone else making this change for their life. It's only been 10 days and I believe that 10 days is such a small amount of time considering this is the rest of my life. I know I'll get it some day soon.
Day 10... Done!
My workouts have been going amazingly! The circuit training is busting my butt and I'm sweating like crazy and I wasn't as sore the second time which can only mean my muscles are getting used to being worked. I would end that sentence with "again" but it's been so long I think they have amnesia and they don't remember ever working. I even stepped it up a little in Zumba today. I'm finally feeling like I'm learning the routines even though I still feel like an elephant in ballet shoes at times. All in all, I think I'm becoming one of those people who actually likes going to the gym. (EEK!!)
Another great thing--and this is truly wonderful--is my energy level throughout the day. Two weeks ago I was dragging myself out of bed when my alarm went off in the morning, after hitting the snooze once or twice, only to stay awake long enough to see my daughter off to school and then pass back out for another hour or two. Now I'm actually getting right up when the alarm goes off and not even touching the snooze button. And then I stay awake the whole day! Ok, I just lied. I can't believe I lied! I have taken a short nap in the afternoons but that was only because I was the energizer bunny all morning. It has only been 10 days, my body isn't completely used to this morning pep I have and I'm running out of fuel by 3 or 4 o'clock. But that has happened a total of 3 times. Not bad if you ask me! Today I stayed awake all day and stayed active doing chores and other household duties. I didn't sit down until I ate my dinner at 6pm. That is 12 hours of go-go-go for me! Hooray! Told ya, it was wonderful!
Now it's the bad:
Sleep is still an issue for me. Although some nights I'm getting 7 to 7 1/2 hours, some nights I'm only getting 6. Of course if I really think about it, those six hour nights are probably the days I took a nap. Looks like I need to start keeping a sleep journal too.
Food. It's been a dirty four-letter word for me. Kind of like the other f-word, it has good qualities and can be satifying but for the most part it's bad. Tuesday (Day 8) I was able to eat all my WW points and reached my calorie goal for the day really well. I felt hopeful, maybe it wasn't that hard. And then yesterday I almost made the goal but fell short. Now today, after feeling like I've been eating all day, my little calorie counter app told me that I bearly consumed 1200 calories. NOT GOOD! But I swear I've been eating all day. The list is long... A good hearty breakfast, filling protein shake after my workout, a solid sandwich (and even indulged with some Popchips!), trail mix, apple, carrots, and then a huge bowl of soup with added chicken for dinner and I still didn't eat enough calories. What the heck? I was searching my kitchen for something to eat that would give me more calories but all I saw were sweets and I just didn't think that would be a smart choice so late in the evening. I knew at the beginning that food would be my biggest obstacle but I didn't think it would be not enough food. I think I'm going to start upping my servings sizes by a little bit until I have it figured out because I definately can't eat anymore during the day then I am because I feel like I'm eating at every opportunity that I can. *sigh*
This is a learning process for me as I'm sure it is for anyone else making this change for their life. It's only been 10 days and I believe that 10 days is such a small amount of time considering this is the rest of my life. I know I'll get it some day soon.
Day 10... Done!
Monday, January 30, 2012
Day 7--Recalibrating
First weight-in tonight, after our initial weigh-in, and I was so excited to get on that scale and see what I lost.
Wait, let me back up. I've been sneaking my own weigh-ins at home and after busting my ass (literally!) all week I wasn't seeing any changes. I was discouraged and yet not. You see, I know I'm making a difference in my life. I know by me going to the gym regularly and getting out there and moving I've made a huge change for the better. That alone is a great victory. But not seeing a weight loss is disconcerning. Shouldn't I be losing weight if I'm sweating everyday?
The answer is yes. And I have.
I went to the meeting tonight telling myself that even if it's one pound I'm happy because I made changes. And I almost had myself convinced it was good enough. I was satisfied with that. Or so I thought.
Tonight's weight: 229lb.
That's a 3 pound loss! I should be ecstatic right? But for some reason I'm not. All I can think about is what I could have done different and what I need to do different this week.
So this is what I'm doing different:
1. Weight Watchers is great. Yes, I have already lost weight. But WW does not have you counting calories and shouldn't you count calories? That's the formula for weight loss: burn more calories then you consume. Now, I can assume that since I'm consuming a reasonable ratio of fat/carbs/fiber/protein, the calorie count won't be too high. And that is the case. But I'm an information whore, I want to know how many calories I'm eating a day. So, starting tomorrow I'm counting calories along with the WW points. I'll use the next week as an experiement and see how it all pans out.
2. Eating those WW points and calories. I'm not doing it. I consistantly have 3-8 points left at the end of the night and I just don't see if it's 8pm and I have 5 points left I should shove something into my mouth to account for that. How is that good? So, my next goal for the week is planning out my meals and calories/WW points for the day. I'm even being proactive about it:
Snacks like these are going to be easily within reach and taken with me if I'm going anywhere. I'm buying a food bag to carry with me when I'm out so I can eat a small snack whenever I need to. I have to do this. HAVE TO.
3. Sleep. Ugh. Still not getting enough. I'm doing better, getting to bed before midnight now--yay! another little victory!--but it's still not enough sleep. On a school night that's only 6 1/2 hours. I need to shoot for 7 hours consistantly this week. That's my goal.
4. Exercise. No adjustments here. My partner in crime is working my ass--and arms, legs, shoulders, and stomach--and I have been in crazy pain but have felt crazy good.
All in all, I should be proud of myself for everything I've achieved this week. And I am... really. But I think I need to do some adjustments and maybe next week will be an even better week.
Day 7... Done.
Week 1... Done.
Wait, let me back up. I've been sneaking my own weigh-ins at home and after busting my ass (literally!) all week I wasn't seeing any changes. I was discouraged and yet not. You see, I know I'm making a difference in my life. I know by me going to the gym regularly and getting out there and moving I've made a huge change for the better. That alone is a great victory. But not seeing a weight loss is disconcerning. Shouldn't I be losing weight if I'm sweating everyday?
The answer is yes. And I have.
I went to the meeting tonight telling myself that even if it's one pound I'm happy because I made changes. And I almost had myself convinced it was good enough. I was satisfied with that. Or so I thought.
Tonight's weight: 229lb.
That's a 3 pound loss! I should be ecstatic right? But for some reason I'm not. All I can think about is what I could have done different and what I need to do different this week.
So this is what I'm doing different:
1. Weight Watchers is great. Yes, I have already lost weight. But WW does not have you counting calories and shouldn't you count calories? That's the formula for weight loss: burn more calories then you consume. Now, I can assume that since I'm consuming a reasonable ratio of fat/carbs/fiber/protein, the calorie count won't be too high. And that is the case. But I'm an information whore, I want to know how many calories I'm eating a day. So, starting tomorrow I'm counting calories along with the WW points. I'll use the next week as an experiement and see how it all pans out.
2. Eating those WW points and calories. I'm not doing it. I consistantly have 3-8 points left at the end of the night and I just don't see if it's 8pm and I have 5 points left I should shove something into my mouth to account for that. How is that good? So, my next goal for the week is planning out my meals and calories/WW points for the day. I'm even being proactive about it:
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| These are Special K Multigrain Crackers, Savory Herb flavor. I've seperated a weeks worth, writing the WW point value on the left and the calorie count on the right. |
3. Sleep. Ugh. Still not getting enough. I'm doing better, getting to bed before midnight now--yay! another little victory!--but it's still not enough sleep. On a school night that's only 6 1/2 hours. I need to shoot for 7 hours consistantly this week. That's my goal.
4. Exercise. No adjustments here. My partner in crime is working my ass--and arms, legs, shoulders, and stomach--and I have been in crazy pain but have felt crazy good.
All in all, I should be proud of myself for everything I've achieved this week. And I am... really. But I think I need to do some adjustments and maybe next week will be an even better week.
Day 7... Done.
Week 1... Done.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Day 4
What a day!
I did it, I achieved my goals today and I'm so happy and excited about it.
Last night I was asleep by midnight which is a HUGE feat for me enabling me to wake up in a fairly good mood (as good as it gets for morning moods anyway). I'm shooting for midnight again tonight with it being Friday and all, I might actually get 8 hours of sleep!
Then I went to the gym and had an amazing work out. Yes... amazing! And to top it all off, I actually ran on the treadmill. And, to even top that, I ran after I already did 15 high paced minutes on the eliptical. Of course my ass hurts from what I can only assume was from the fat jiggling around but whatev's, I freakin' ran!
A great morning, a great work-out, the day could only go downhill from there, right?
WRONG!
Went to Costco with my workout/weight-loss/confidante/totally awesome friend. You know how you meet someone who just gets it? Well, she gets it. Anyway, went to Costco with no kids, no mopey husband, just us shopping for healthy food to help our journey. And we got some bomb-diggety food, ya'all.
Please note: That's my new word, bomb-diggety. Not sure why it invaded my vocabulary. It's like the finger quotes--kind of annoying and I wish I'd stop but I find it funny that I keep doing and saying it. Just flies out of my mouth without my govenor grabbing a hold of it and saying, "No, no Leslie. Don't say that." I'm a 37 year-old woman using the word bomb-diggety. Help me, please.
My new favorite food I got today? Veggie Patties. Oh my sweet lord! They are the best things in the world. So, so yummy! I made the most amazing sandwich with them for dinner. I can't sing their praises enough! Check them out here if you want to know all about them. I could write a whole post about how delicious they are. Seriously. No... seriously. Seriously? Yes! Seriously!
I may have gone a bit cuckoo.
The only bad part of my day--and it's not that bad--was when I let that feeling creep in that maybe all this work isn't going to produce results. What if I get on that scale Monday and don't see a loss? I'm not going to lie, I'll be devastated. But I shouldn't worry about that, I know. I'm making changes to better my health and my life. I know that for a fact and if the number on the scale doesn't change, then... I'll deal with it. All I know is that I haven't felt this good in a really long time.
I'll let Dr. Evil say it for me:
I did it, I achieved my goals today and I'm so happy and excited about it.
Last night I was asleep by midnight which is a HUGE feat for me enabling me to wake up in a fairly good mood (as good as it gets for morning moods anyway). I'm shooting for midnight again tonight with it being Friday and all, I might actually get 8 hours of sleep!
Then I went to the gym and had an amazing work out. Yes... amazing! And to top it all off, I actually ran on the treadmill. And, to even top that, I ran after I already did 15 high paced minutes on the eliptical. Of course my ass hurts from what I can only assume was from the fat jiggling around but whatev's, I freakin' ran!
A great morning, a great work-out, the day could only go downhill from there, right?
WRONG!
Went to Costco with my workout/weight-loss/confidante/totally awesome friend. You know how you meet someone who just gets it? Well, she gets it. Anyway, went to Costco with no kids, no mopey husband, just us shopping for healthy food to help our journey. And we got some bomb-diggety food, ya'all.
Please note: That's my new word, bomb-diggety. Not sure why it invaded my vocabulary. It's like the finger quotes--kind of annoying and I wish I'd stop but I find it funny that I keep doing and saying it. Just flies out of my mouth without my govenor grabbing a hold of it and saying, "No, no Leslie. Don't say that." I'm a 37 year-old woman using the word bomb-diggety. Help me, please.
My new favorite food I got today? Veggie Patties. Oh my sweet lord! They are the best things in the world. So, so yummy! I made the most amazing sandwich with them for dinner. I can't sing their praises enough! Check them out here if you want to know all about them. I could write a whole post about how delicious they are. Seriously. No... seriously. Seriously? Yes! Seriously!
I may have gone a bit cuckoo.
The only bad part of my day--and it's not that bad--was when I let that feeling creep in that maybe all this work isn't going to produce results. What if I get on that scale Monday and don't see a loss? I'm not going to lie, I'll be devastated. But I shouldn't worry about that, I know. I'm making changes to better my health and my life. I know that for a fact and if the number on the scale doesn't change, then... I'll deal with it. All I know is that I haven't felt this good in a really long time.
I'll let Dr. Evil say it for me:
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| DAY FOUR... BOMB-DIGGETY DONE! |
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