Weekends usually are my downfall. I don't know why, they just are. I'm trying to make a conscious effort to not let this weekend throw me off balance. I didn't do too well last night. I ran to the store for a couple things before dinner (I was hungry) and came home with a chocolate cake. So, I've got to tap into every ounce of willpower within me to not eat anymore. I'm actually hope Patrick and the kids take care of it while I'm gone today. Sad, I know.
I did start my Saturday off right, though my knees weren't pleased with me. I got up this morning and went on a 1-mile walk. I know to many people one mile is nothing. To me, it's huge. I had surgery on my left knee back in November. (I fell back in June and injured my knee.) My right knee has hurt me off and on for years, but never consistently enough to need to do anything about it. It started hurting more consistently in January. Figures, huh? First of the year and my deductible isn't met now. I really don't want to have surgery on my right knee, so I'm hoping getting the weight off will take the pressure off my right knee and ease the pain.
Anyway, I'm really proud of myself for getting my walk in. About halfway my knees started bothering me, but I kept going. (My only other option was to sit down and wait for Patrick to get back from Home Depot.) It took me 24:16 to walk 1.08 miles. I hope to improve that time and distance, but for now, it's movement. It's more than I was doing. So I'm happy.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
Water, Water, Water... and More Water
I think I'm going to float away. Seriously. I've been told I should have half my body weight in ounces of water each day. If I were 120 pounds, this wouldn't be a problem. But holy moly!!!! I'm drinking 4 quarts, or more, of water here.
Today is the first day I'm actually doing this. I've known for a about a week that I should be drinking this insane amount of water, but I haven't been doing it. I decided that today I was going to start. My goal is to do this every day for the rest of the month, with the exception of when I am traveling. Stopping every hour (or more) isn't exactly a good idea on a long trip. Of course, I've heard that when your body actually has the water it needs and it's gotten used to getting this much water each day, you don't have to potty as much. I'll believe that when/if it happens.
So, it's a short post today.... I need to go potty.
Today is the first day I'm actually doing this. I've known for a about a week that I should be drinking this insane amount of water, but I haven't been doing it. I decided that today I was going to start. My goal is to do this every day for the rest of the month, with the exception of when I am traveling. Stopping every hour (or more) isn't exactly a good idea on a long trip. Of course, I've heard that when your body actually has the water it needs and it's gotten used to getting this much water each day, you don't have to potty as much. I'll believe that when/if it happens.
So, it's a short post today.... I need to go potty.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
It's Not About Being Perfect, Just Better
There was a cooking show on a while back where one lady made a "regular" dish, and the other lady made a lightened up version of the same dish. I wish I could remember the name of the show, but I don't guess that's important. What stuck with me from the show was their view. They would often say, "It's not about being perfect, just better."
So often when I try to lose weight (which I've done often and for years and years) I give up after I fall. My last blog entry was about getting back up when you fall. This goes right along with it. So many times I've messed up, and I've let that one mess up completely throw me off. Maybe it was one meal that I completely lost all willpower and ate what I know I shouldn't have. Or maybe it was drinking a regular Coke when I should have had diet... or even better - water!
Whatever it is that I did that I viewed as a "mess up" would usually lead to the "well, I've already blown it for today, so I might has well eat/drink this, too" mentality. Or my favorite... "I'll get back on track tomorrow." I bet I'm not the only one who says that. I know I can't be the only one who says that. If I were, there wouldn't be so many people who are always on a diet - maybe the same diet over and over again or maybe bouncing around from one diet to the next. I've done both of these. How many times have I joined Weight Watchers or tried a variety of the popular diets out there? Way too many to be proud of. And yet, here I am right where I've always been. Obese and miserable. It seems tomorrow rarely ever came when it came to getting back on track.
Yesterday as I was checking out of the grocery store, not really thinking I picked up a 20oz Coke. I was halfway through the Coke when I realized I was laying off all sodas, regular and diet. My first thought was "I've already had half, might as well have the rest." And I did. In that past, that would have been my undoing. It would have been weeks before I "started over."
After the Coke, I got to thinking. How much regular soda had I been consuming in a day - just a few days before? I can guarantee it was more than 20oz. So I had a slip. It happens. Life isn't perfect. Weight loss isn't perfect. It's not all or nothing. There will be good days and not-so-good days. What's important is that I learn from those slips. What I learned was that the slips happen, but I can't let an "ooops" define me. I'm too special to be defined by my mistakes.
So how did my night end? Did I fall back into my "well I blew it today, I'll start over tomorrow" routine? I'm proud to say I did not. So, I had a Coke. I also had a delicious dinner of homemade chicken tacos, Caesar salad, and rice. (The rice wasn't that good - I tossed the leftovers. It was one of those Mexican rice bagged things. Yeah. Not a fan.) I didn't snack on junk food that night. When I got hungry later on, rather than looking for junk I ate the leftover salad.
I can't strive for perfection. I'll never reach it, and I'll only end up disappointed. But each day I can strive to be better. Sometimes I'll blow it. That OK... so long as in the long run I'm better!
So often when I try to lose weight (which I've done often and for years and years) I give up after I fall. My last blog entry was about getting back up when you fall. This goes right along with it. So many times I've messed up, and I've let that one mess up completely throw me off. Maybe it was one meal that I completely lost all willpower and ate what I know I shouldn't have. Or maybe it was drinking a regular Coke when I should have had diet... or even better - water!
Whatever it is that I did that I viewed as a "mess up" would usually lead to the "well, I've already blown it for today, so I might has well eat/drink this, too" mentality. Or my favorite... "I'll get back on track tomorrow." I bet I'm not the only one who says that. I know I can't be the only one who says that. If I were, there wouldn't be so many people who are always on a diet - maybe the same diet over and over again or maybe bouncing around from one diet to the next. I've done both of these. How many times have I joined Weight Watchers or tried a variety of the popular diets out there? Way too many to be proud of. And yet, here I am right where I've always been. Obese and miserable. It seems tomorrow rarely ever came when it came to getting back on track.
Yesterday as I was checking out of the grocery store, not really thinking I picked up a 20oz Coke. I was halfway through the Coke when I realized I was laying off all sodas, regular and diet. My first thought was "I've already had half, might as well have the rest." And I did. In that past, that would have been my undoing. It would have been weeks before I "started over."
After the Coke, I got to thinking. How much regular soda had I been consuming in a day - just a few days before? I can guarantee it was more than 20oz. So I had a slip. It happens. Life isn't perfect. Weight loss isn't perfect. It's not all or nothing. There will be good days and not-so-good days. What's important is that I learn from those slips. What I learned was that the slips happen, but I can't let an "ooops" define me. I'm too special to be defined by my mistakes.
So how did my night end? Did I fall back into my "well I blew it today, I'll start over tomorrow" routine? I'm proud to say I did not. So, I had a Coke. I also had a delicious dinner of homemade chicken tacos, Caesar salad, and rice. (The rice wasn't that good - I tossed the leftovers. It was one of those Mexican rice bagged things. Yeah. Not a fan.) I didn't snack on junk food that night. When I got hungry later on, rather than looking for junk I ate the leftover salad.
I can't strive for perfection. I'll never reach it, and I'll only end up disappointed. But each day I can strive to be better. Sometimes I'll blow it. That OK... so long as in the long run I'm better!
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Falling Down
I didn't realize it'd been so long since I posted. I'm really not much good at this whole blogging thing, huh?
Well, a lot has happened since I last posted. I had knee surgery, which put me down for a bit. I was really proud of myself for only gaining about a pound through all of it. Then, about two weeks before Christmas, I was laid off from my job. I had to quit Weight Watchers, and that totally messed me up. I was in some sort of funk. Subconsciously I guess I figured if I couldn't go to Weight Watchers, I couldn't do anything. So, I didn't track. I ate what I wanted, though I did make some decent choices. I drank what I wanted, though those choices weren't usually good. I let the Coca-Cola habit sneak back in.
I fell down! I let old habits creep back in. I let life derail me again.
So I made it through Christmas and welcomed in the new year with the same mindset that everyone seems to be in.. I'm going to lose weight. But I refused to call it a New Year's Resolution. I always stink at those. I decided I was going to pick up where I left off. The only trouble is, I didn't. I was still in a funk. Add to that, one of my dearest friends was hurting, and I let my concern for her be my excuse for not doing what's good for me. And the really ironic thing is through all of the stress and pain she managed to take care of herself much better than I was.
Fast forward to today. Where am I? What am I doing?
Well, I'm finally coming out of my funk. I'm finding my motivation again. I don't feel like pulling a blanket over my head and ignoring the world. I woke up yesterday with some determination. I decided that I was going to start back on Herbalife. It worked well for me before, and I love the products. I had a shake for breakfast and another for lunch, and then we had a delicious, healthy dinner of steak, green beans,and corn-on-the-cobb. I wish I could say I was "perfect" yesterday, but I wasn't. I caved last night and ate some yummy junk. The sad part is it wasn't even stuff we had here in the house. I sent my husband out to get it. (And since the junk was eclairs, he was more than happy to make the trip to the store. He loves eclairs.) Today, my goal is to do better.
So yeah.. I fell down... and I fell hard. The important thing about falling down is that you don't just stay there.. lying on the ground.. wallowing in whatever crappy circumstances led to the fall. It's OK if you fall down sometimes.. just be sure that when you fall you also get back up.
Well, a lot has happened since I last posted. I had knee surgery, which put me down for a bit. I was really proud of myself for only gaining about a pound through all of it. Then, about two weeks before Christmas, I was laid off from my job. I had to quit Weight Watchers, and that totally messed me up. I was in some sort of funk. Subconsciously I guess I figured if I couldn't go to Weight Watchers, I couldn't do anything. So, I didn't track. I ate what I wanted, though I did make some decent choices. I drank what I wanted, though those choices weren't usually good. I let the Coca-Cola habit sneak back in.
I fell down! I let old habits creep back in. I let life derail me again.
So I made it through Christmas and welcomed in the new year with the same mindset that everyone seems to be in.. I'm going to lose weight. But I refused to call it a New Year's Resolution. I always stink at those. I decided I was going to pick up where I left off. The only trouble is, I didn't. I was still in a funk. Add to that, one of my dearest friends was hurting, and I let my concern for her be my excuse for not doing what's good for me. And the really ironic thing is through all of the stress and pain she managed to take care of herself much better than I was.
Fast forward to today. Where am I? What am I doing?
Well, I'm finally coming out of my funk. I'm finding my motivation again. I don't feel like pulling a blanket over my head and ignoring the world. I woke up yesterday with some determination. I decided that I was going to start back on Herbalife. It worked well for me before, and I love the products. I had a shake for breakfast and another for lunch, and then we had a delicious, healthy dinner of steak, green beans,and corn-on-the-cobb. I wish I could say I was "perfect" yesterday, but I wasn't. I caved last night and ate some yummy junk. The sad part is it wasn't even stuff we had here in the house. I sent my husband out to get it. (And since the junk was eclairs, he was more than happy to make the trip to the store. He loves eclairs.) Today, my goal is to do better.
So yeah.. I fell down... and I fell hard. The important thing about falling down is that you don't just stay there.. lying on the ground.. wallowing in whatever crappy circumstances led to the fall. It's OK if you fall down sometimes.. just be sure that when you fall you also get back up.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Saturday was......
Oh, what was Saturday????
Saturday was downright amazing!!!
My day started early... I had my Weight Watchers meeting at 6:45. Yup. That's AM. I dreaded getting on the scales, but it showed me down another 1.8 pounds. My total loss since July 23rd is 20.4 pounds! I've always given up before I've ever lost this much... and I've always gained it back, plus some. I really feel like I can do this!
My daughter had a soccer game after that.. it was chilly, but it was fun!
A friend kept our kids so that we could go to the Third Day concert. Now, I say Third Day.. but there were others there... Trevor Morgan, Tenth Avenue North, and Steven Curtis Chapman. They were all phenomenal!
Before the concert I went back to the Meet & Greet. I chatted briefly with Kevin from 104.7 The Fish, and then had a picture taken with Kevin and Taylor (the morning show hosts).
I also got a chance to say hi to Mac Powell of Third Day. I used to go to church with him and his wife many, many, many years ago. I don't think he remembered me, but that's cool. It's been a long time.
The concert was wonderful! Every. Single. Act. Awesome!
After the concert, I got to meet Trevor Morgan.
We got home at about 12:30AM Sunday morning.. up early for church today... such a great Saturday, followed by an awesome Sunday.
Saturday was downright amazing!!!
My day started early... I had my Weight Watchers meeting at 6:45. Yup. That's AM. I dreaded getting on the scales, but it showed me down another 1.8 pounds. My total loss since July 23rd is 20.4 pounds! I've always given up before I've ever lost this much... and I've always gained it back, plus some. I really feel like I can do this!
My daughter had a soccer game after that.. it was chilly, but it was fun!
A friend kept our kids so that we could go to the Third Day concert. Now, I say Third Day.. but there were others there... Trevor Morgan, Tenth Avenue North, and Steven Curtis Chapman. They were all phenomenal!
Before the concert I went back to the Meet & Greet. I chatted briefly with Kevin from 104.7 The Fish, and then had a picture taken with Kevin and Taylor (the morning show hosts).
I also got a chance to say hi to Mac Powell of Third Day. I used to go to church with him and his wife many, many, many years ago. I don't think he remembered me, but that's cool. It's been a long time.
The concert was wonderful! Every. Single. Act. Awesome!
After the concert, I got to meet Trevor Morgan.
We got home at about 12:30AM Sunday morning.. up early for church today... such a great Saturday, followed by an awesome Sunday.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Just not feeling it...
I had an off week. I got totally sidetracked by my birthday last Saturday... and it's messed with me all week. I've done OK some days, and not-so-OK on others, so I'm really dreading stepping on the scales tomorrow. I am, however, going to go. I will face the music - in this case, the numbers. Who knows? Maybe it won't be as bad as I fear. Then again, maybe it will be. Whatever it is, I'll be OK and I'll keep going. But yeah, right now... I'm not feeling it.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Just an awesome day!!!
Today I think I will I do a little bragging on myself.
1, Today is my birthday. Woohoo!!!
2. I lost 4.6 pounds this week. Woohoo!!! I've lost 18.6 pounds since I started on July 23rd! I'm so excited. I had planned on giving myself today to eat whatever I wanted (it's my b-day) but now that I've gotten on the scale and it showed such a huge loss that I don't want to screw it up. LOL
3. A "non-scale victory" for me was my inlaws sent me a gift card for Lane Bryant. When I joined WW, I was wearing a 24, but they were tight. I think I might have been a 26 trying to fit a 24. Anyway.. this morning I ran to LB to get something to wear before lunch with my family... I bought jeans in a 22 and a blouse (well, two blouses and a cami) in an 18/20!!!! I'm at 265 now, and I'm so stinkin' excited about reaching that next little milestone for me.. being out of the 260s. I'm making little goals rather than looking at a big picture. It may take me a few weeks to get into the 250s, and that's OK.. as long as I keep heading in that direction.
1, Today is my birthday. Woohoo!!!
2. I lost 4.6 pounds this week. Woohoo!!! I've lost 18.6 pounds since I started on July 23rd! I'm so excited. I had planned on giving myself today to eat whatever I wanted (it's my b-day) but now that I've gotten on the scale and it showed such a huge loss that I don't want to screw it up. LOL
3. A "non-scale victory" for me was my inlaws sent me a gift card for Lane Bryant. When I joined WW, I was wearing a 24, but they were tight. I think I might have been a 26 trying to fit a 24. Anyway.. this morning I ran to LB to get something to wear before lunch with my family... I bought jeans in a 22 and a blouse (well, two blouses and a cami) in an 18/20!!!! I'm at 265 now, and I'm so stinkin' excited about reaching that next little milestone for me.. being out of the 260s. I'm making little goals rather than looking at a big picture. It may take me a few weeks to get into the 250s, and that's OK.. as long as I keep heading in that direction.
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