good news is, I'm a winner. Are you?! Like the article says, this is a team sport! Let's be winners together!
|Me, My Scale, & I...||
I found this great article on sparkpeople.com today:
good news is, I'm a winner. Are you?! Like the article says, this is a team sport! Let's be winners together!
Who the fuck is boss!!
Zumba energized me tonight so when I got home I wanted to go workout at the park for a little. I have pretty strong abs ( I swear there's a 6pack under the fat) but I just realized how good I am at leg lifts.
Basically you lay on a bench and hold a bar above your head and then lift your legs. One at a time is easier than both at the same so I started with 1 at a time about a month ago. Now I can do both legs like a boss! I practically do a backwards summersalt(I know that can't be right but idk how to spell that! Any gymnists in the house?) so I'm pretty proud. Not only because my abs are strong enough to pull my big ass legs up- but because my belly isn't in the way so I can get a 45 degree angle opposed to the 90 I used to get :)
And yes- that's a taser in my shirt. better safe than sorry! :-P
A look in my fridge! Some staples I always have:
Silk fruit & protein
Sauces & dressings up the ass
Oranges, lemon & lime
Smart balance buttery spread
Shirataki tofu noodles
Shredded cheese & cheese sticks
What's in your fridge? Anything good I should add to mine?
So I was having a tough couple days there and im glad to say I've been consistent on the ball for like 3 days so Im pretty confident I'm going to make it after all! :-P
Off track for me comes in many forms.
A little off the wagon: usually too much snacking. Most often at night. Still exercising and hoping to atleast break even.
Kinda off the wagon: snacking too much accompanied by ordering out atleast 2 weeks in a row. Exercising every other day usually.
Almost off the wagon: skipping breakfast. Cooking high calorie meals. Plus ordering out weekly. Working out 2x a week tops.
Completely off the wagon: eating all my veggies- as well as high fat/calorie/processed food almost daily. Rarely working out, if at all.
I'm glad to say I was only " a little off the wagon" last week. I still decided not to weigh myself this past week though because the smaller I get the more strict I have to be. As soon as I take a little wiggle room I don't lose or even gain. Had I gone over, or even hit 200 again I would've been devastated. I was not going to even risk doing that to myself and feeling like the biggest failure ever. I am deff weighing myself this week though because I've done great and its scientifically impossible for me to have gained any weight this week.
My description of completely off the wagon is basically my life prior to deciding to change it. The goal is to never fall completely off the wagon. But if for some reason I do, I will need to be strong enough to get back on. I hope I don't ever revert back that far but I can't pretend it doesn't cross my mind. I'm hoping because I'm doing this by exercising and eating right I will be prepared for my smaller body and know how to treat it. It is becoming a habit. Last week when I was struggling I said to someone " I really just want to eat normal again". Normal being my "diet". Who the hell would've ever imagined id consider this my "normal"? It's been 8 months of this though, it's getting pretty normal. Imagine doing something a certain way almost everyday for 8 months straight. You should be able to do ur with your eyes closed right? I wouldn't say this gets that easy- but it goes get easier the more used to it you get. I hate when I eat like crap and I get sick, but I kind of love it. It reminds me I've rid my body of all these toxins and that's why it's reacting like this. Although it makes me regret eating whatever I ate, it's a fast reminder of what I have done.
Back on track for me means working out almost everyday(6 out of 7 days). Eating breakfast everyday. Eating low carb after lunch. Not eating anything atleast 3 hrs before bed. Not going over my max spark people suggested calorie intake(1450). Getting everything on my daily to-do list done. Walking my dog twice a day.
The last 2 arent technically part of my fitness plan but those 2 things are always screwed up when my eating is screwed up. It makes me depressed and lazy then I don't really feel like doing anything!
My accountability buddy came up with the best idea. She ordered a mini trampoline! She can jump on it and get lots of cardio and its way funner than just jumping in place! Genius!
I was at the Walmart I hate the most because it was traffic time and I didn't want to drive to Miami. Well today this Walmart got some points back because I was strolling past the workout section and there it was: a trampoline! It gets better! It has resistance bands attached! And a little monitor that counts your jumps and estimated calories burned. I will deff post pics when I put it together after work tomorrow! If you're interested- its the Gold's Gym brand and was only $38! Score.
Side note for my Facebook friends, I ended up getting a mop at Walmart :-P
This post was made on my iPhone and i am iLiterate so please excuse my spelling, grammatical, and autocorrect errors- ill proof read from my comp tomorrow :-P
I am so proud of one of my best friends, Evan. We used to live together and when you live together you really notice someone's eating habits. Not that mine were any good at the time either but I realized his we're terrible. Fried chicken enthusiast, chicken nugget lover, literally drank a 5lb bag of sugar (with koolaid) in a week, and def was cool w my pizza habit. I was eating pizza and Mac and cheese like that's all that existed and I was concerned about his health. He's not fat. Typical man beer belly but average elsewhere, but I'd read belly fat is the most dangerous fat, and his bachelor diet was going to keep adding to it.
Since I started doing insanity in feb I've been trying to get him to exercise with me. He would sit on the couch and do the arm exercises while the fat girl busted her ass behind him. I wasn't good so I don't think he was intimidated- he just wasn't interested. I also forced him to watch the biggest loser- that he actually was interested in.
Finally about a month ago they finished building this workout park near my apartment, so we went there a few times a week. I was pretty pumped someone finally wanted to exercise with me. Then a couple weeks ago Evan got a gym membership. And he can bring a guest. So whenever we're both off we go to the gym pretty much. Sometimes we go twice a day. Sometimes twice a day AND do insanity. We call that going " biggest loser hard". When he finally gave in and did insanity he admitted he was scared he couldn't do it before. I was fucking proud of him for 1- admitting it and 2- conquering it! He's actually pretty good at it, and gets better every time.
He's looking to lose his belly and gain muscle- so our goals may not be the same but he's still trying to do the same thing as me- get healthy so we can LIVE!
The other day at the beach I was like Ohh shit bro! You're back is looking like you're putting in work!
See! Shouldnt he be proud!?
I am proud of you Ev! Hope u don't feel like I just threw your business on the Internet - we gotta inspire the dudes too! And I am so happy for you I just wanna tell everyone :-D
People start making fat jokes- in front of you!
Lol, thanks lady- u made my day
Today has just been one if those days. I woke up angry and depressed. I haven't eaten anything terrible- but I've eaten way too much and it's only 5. I am cranky, annoyed, and just don't feel like doing it. I can preach " you're one workout away from a good mood" all day everyday- but today is one of those days I just don't care. I worked our for 6 hours Monday. Yesterday I did Zumba. Today I feel like a fucking cripple. I usually like the soreness but I'm so annoyed today I can't fucking stand it and dont feel like working out and then being sore all weekend at work too. Oh, and I didn't lose any weight in the past 2 days- after working out all damn day.
I don't get it- drink and eat pizza- lose a pound. Eat healthy and workout like fucking crazy- nothing. My punishment for my bad decisions mustve came late.
Weighing myself every day last week fucked w me too- I have been weighing myself everyday since. Your weight fluctuates and that can really fuck w you. It's fucking with me this week because I feel like I got nothing for my efforts the last few days.
Im not looking for attention. I am sharing how I feel because I know it's temporary and I'm still going to end up successful and I want u to know when u feel like this too it's not over. Everyone feels like throwing in the towel sometimes, today just happens to be that day for me.
So if you've been following you know this was a very exciting weekend. I planned to lose 6lbs in 7 days, putting me in the 100's today.
Not only did I do it, I did it YESTERDAY. 6lbs in 6 days. Go team!
I actually woke up and weighed 200.6 yesterday. It was my boss's birthday and my other boss (her husband) really wanted us to all go out. I was in a shitty position. I never go out. 1- I'm an old woman trapped in a 24 year old's body. 2- Going out = high calorie food and drinks. 3- I rarely drink, and hanging out with drunk people sober is not fun.
The deciding factor of if I was going to go was my weight. I knew I wanted to be 199 by sunday, so I said if I made it to 199 on saturday i would go. But if not the temptation would be too high and I didn't want to screw up my weigh in. My boss and co-workers were really pushing me to go and since the salon wasn't busy they pushed me to get to 199 by saturday night. plus, my mom had weighed in at 197 saturday morning, making me even more motivated. I had my laptop so my boss said I could do insanity in the back yard. I didn't have workout clothes though and I didn't bring an outfit(everyone else was getting ready at the salon and leaving from there). So I left to buy a dress and get my sneakers and my scale. Plan was to sweat my ass off till i lost .7lbs so I could be 199.9 lol
First stop was the mall. I hate the mall usually, especially on a saturday afternoon. It took forever to find a parking spot but it was far from the mall so I got a nice little walk in (in heels). Then I had no idea where Forever21 was so I looked on the directory and of course it's on the other side of the mall. So I power walked that bitch. This is a pretty big mall, I broke a little sweat! I found a really cute dress and felt pretty hott, now I WANT to go out and I am going to make this happen. I power walk in heels back to my car and then drove home with the windows up and ac off, and sweated the whole way. I got home, ripped off my clothes, did 20 situps and jumped on the scale, fully expecting to be 201ish(I had eaten breakfast and lunch since I weighed in at 200.6 that morning).
I didn't believe it.
Got off. Got on again.
Holy shit. The scale has a number with a ONE for the first digit. I DID IT!
Got off, got on again, said it again. Grabbed my phone and took a picture, and burst into tears.
I'd thought about this moment a hundred times. I knew it would be cool, I knew it would be weird. I knew I would be thrilled. I knew I would probably cry. But I could not stop crying. I was so overwhelmed. I was so happy. So proud. So shocked. My original goal was to lose 85lbs. All I wanted was to be less than 200, fuck what my body looked like. It seemed so far away. I cannot believe in August, just like Sparkpeople.com told me I would, I weighed 199lbs. 8 months, -85lbs. Now I know I want to lose another 15 to make 100, but it still feels like I already hit my goal.
If you dont understand why this is such a big deal try to understand that as an adult i have never weighed less than 200lbs. I last weighed under 200 in junior high. 13 years old... 11 years ago. Almost half of my entire existence has been over 200lbs. I cannot believe I am in the 100's!!
I got ready and went out with my co-workers, and looked and felt fucking hot. I gave in and drank, much more than I should have. However someone once told me if I am going to drink stick with clear alcohol, so that's what I did. I ended up being pretty drunk. Having not drank like that in over a year, being 85 less than the last time I got drunk, and overall eating much less food set me up to be a lightweight. A few hours into the night a pizza arrived and my coworker is handing me a piece demanding I eat it. Normally I would love to be forced into pizza eating, but I was already upset about the liquid calories. But I didn't want to puke, and I didn't want to pass out, I needed to eat. So I did. I didn't eat the crust and it was only one piece.
I woke up this morning thrilled I was 199, and very worried I may have ruined my 199 with my celebration. My first thought was not to weigh myself so that way I could work it off and never have to see another 2 on the scale. But then I decided if I had put on a pound overnight I needed to know and feel the burn and get the reality check so I wouldn't fuck up again. I got on the scale.
You've got to be fucking kidding me! I lost a pound drinking and eating pizza?! I will contribute it to lots of sweating and dancing. But I had to get on the scale 3x today to believe it too.
But you know, we never learn, so i went and tried my luck some more. Now I wanted pizza so fucking bad, since I broke the seal last night. I have eaten so good with zero cheat meals for like 2 weeks. I wanted pizza. Bad. So I ordered Dominos.
Now before you tell me I am the worst example ever, hear me out. Normal people eat shit sometimes. I want to be normal and eat shit sometimes too. So I did it smarter today. I found this nifty little gadget on the dominos site:
The "cal-o-meter" allows you to input your pizza size, toppings, etc and tells you how many calories per slice. I decided not even to LOOK at the deals. I was not going to order the most food for my money, I was going to order only what I wanted to consume.
Using the cal-o-meter I found if I ordered a small onion and spinach pizza with light cheese it would be 180 calories a slice, 6 slices. 1080 calories. Sparkpeople wants me to eat between 1100-1350 calories. So I ordered the pizza and that's what I ate today. I wouldn't say it had much nutritional value that contributed to my health, but if nothing else, I didn't go over my calories. I got to have my cake(or pizza), and eat it too. I didn't have a hang over, I didn't have to cook, and I didn't have to wash dishes. I don't even feel bad about it. The only thing I do feel bad about is the shitty food/beverage/sleep choices have left me lazy today, and I didn't work out.
Tomorrow's monday though! So tonight I will plan my food for the week. Tomorrow I will grocery shop and if it's sunny I'm going kayaking, if not I will do insanity and hopefully go to the gym with my friend. Tuesday I am doing zumba at a orthodox jewish temple. Isnt it wonderful how zumba can bring people together?! (normally I would feel nervous and disrespectful going to a temple covered in tattoos, but i've been assured these women arent going to judge me or be offended :) I can't wait for zumba this week because my instructor was at a convention this weekend getting licensed to do some chair and toning zumba, I cannot WAIT. I thought zumba was just another bandwagon trend when I first heard about it. That'd be the reason it took me so long to try it. I regret not doing it sooner. I count down to zumba days.
I hope everyone had a great weekend and is planning for this week! i always did love that quote "failure to plan is planning to fail" ! truth!