Thursday, June 30, 2011
I think I'm ready.
I've been planning for the last several days to quit diet soda. I told my husband to not buy any more Diet Dr. Pepper, because I lose all control when I see it. So I've been drinking his soda since. I had two on Monday and Tuesday. I had one yesterday and today.
I'm going to get a crazy bad headache that won't go away with medication or sleep. I decided to do it today because I have a four-day weekend. I hope that the headache doesn't last that long. From the past experience, I'd say at least two days.
I'm still trying to figure out the logistics of everything. For instance, what do I drink when I am tired of water? I generally drink between 10 and 15 glasses of water a day. I'm going to get tired of it. I did last night. None of the usual answers sound interesting to me. Not Crystal Light, not cucumber, not lemon, not mint, especially not sparkling water ('cuz that's gross!)...so I don't know!
And the other thing, and I call it a "thing," because I don't know if it's an "issue," a "problem," or a "solution," or anything else, but I realized that some of the husband's pop is sweetened with Splenda.
Could I have one of those a day? Or is that a cop-out? What if I have a regular pop if I have calories leftover? What if it's a Throwback with real sugar? Do I really have to give it up altogether? I'm a little scared.
Monday, June 20, 2011
I have every intention of going to the gym today. I really do!
I have a new book to start on the bike, and I read the back before I got out of the car this morning, and it looks supremely interesting. I took a day off yesterday from working out, and two days is pushing it, especially if I want to duplicate last week's success.
I am in a really good mindset for the gym today. I really am!
But I am still going to ask a favor. Please comment on this blog like I'm trying to weasel out.
I am SO TIRED. And while I'm totally feeling it right now, I can totally see myself later saying, "I'm too tired. I did so good last week, I can take another day off. I won't eat too much tonight, promise. Com'on, let me go straight home if I promise not to smoke! But I have to go to bed early, and I want to spend time with Sammy, Judge Judy and Jem. My book doesn't look THAT good; I should have brought my magazine instead. I'll bring my magazine tomorrow. Then, I can go to the gym. My arm still hurts. I'm hungry. I'll do strength training at home...really, I will! Even though my arm still hurts..." and whatever else.
I know me. I've spent many a morning into early afternoon being jazzed about the gym. Not just resigned to it, but actually happy to be going, just to see it fizzle with the afternoon slump, a bad phone call, or a traffic jam. And my afternoon slump is starting early, like, an hour and a half ago.
If it happens that I start to feel weasley, I'll have your comments to look at. And because I asked for them, I can't disappoint, right?
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Today, I worked toward making Freddie's rockin' world go 'round.
Oh, my God.
I went on the biggest carbo-binge in history today. It started with my boss. He fed us today, in a general sense. He gave us bagels today, and before I knew what happened, I ate two. TWO!!! Smothered in cream cheese, of course.
Well, after that, as you can imagine, I was LETHARGIC. And full. And ready to skip lunch, since breakfast was 11:30, and was sooooo bad!
So during my lunch break, I went on a walk with my colleague so I could buy a diet soda. One of my other colleagues gave me cash to buy her salt and vinegar chips. My favorite, too.
I don't know why I did it, but I came back with two. And I ate the bajeezus out of my chips.
How did this happen? It was like I wasn't there while I ate both times. And I ATE. Boy, did I ever.
I wrote a blog a little while back about how frustrated I was with my weight loss progress. After I wrote it, I noticed other people writing the same genre of blog. Except that I noticed they were saying, "I don't get it. I only went over my calorie range once. I only went out drinking twice. I only skipped one workout." And I thought, "Of course you're not losing weight fast! How can you not see that?" Then, I went back and read my blog, and it had the same stuff!!! So I gotta be better, and not have this kind of stuff happen!
NO. I do gotta be better, but "not have this kind of stuff happen"? This kind of stuff doesn't happen. I DID this.
How to make it better? I feel like exercise won't be enough in this case, but I guess it's the only way. That and eating properly in the future. And I gotta eat something else now. Because I feel like CRAP, and it's because I ate CRAP. I have to eat some nutrition. Right? Or should I just try to sleep it off? I dunno. Who knows?
Friday, June 10, 2011
I LOVE CHEESE!!!
Not all cheese, some of those smelly, lumpy ones don't suit my fancy, but in general, I love cheese! I eat string cheese for my snacks at work, I smother bagels in cream cheese, I love grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner if I have the calorie allotment, my husband cooks me macaroni and cheese on birthdays and anniversaries. I could go on. Cheese and I have a well-known and long relationship. You may have seen us walking together arm-in-arm in a recent issue of OK! magazine.
Which is why I regret to announce that I have to give up cheese on Fridays.
Why would you do this to yourself, BeatleTot?
Because, gentle reader, I have to weigh-in on Saturdays, so I've decided that I need to shrivel myself as much as possible on Fridays. So I have to aim for very. low. sodium. And cheese has lots. Surprisingly lots.
The sodium thing in general is a problem, because I've long had a love affair with salt. It shows up everywhere I go. I can't blame it. I give it mixed signals, you know. I try to push it away, but then I run up to it on the soup aisle. I hold it lovingly as I pour it on my macaroni and cheese.
So, yes. Cheeseless Fridays. Also known as the Weekly Shrivel. See you tomorrow, cheese! Because for today, I gotta replace you with asparagus.
Monday, June 06, 2011
I started a cool new job. Part time. 6 hours a week. From home.
The problem is that the 6 hours are from 2am to 4am. And what I'm wondering is, if I normally need 7-8 hours of sleep a night, and now I have to break it into 2 periods, how much more sleep per night should I aim for? An extra half hour? An extra hour? An extra 90 minutes? More?
I tried the Google, but when I typed in "how to break up sleep," I got a bunch of results about post-breakup insomnia. So I dunno.
In other news, I'm having a hard time feeling up to working out so far this week. Today was just kind of a blah day. I had fun with the part time job (which is running 4-6 this week), but there are so many irritants at my day job! Pretty unique, huh? Ha ha. And I suppose my problem is that I tell myself that I can let all the stress out at the gym, but I don't feel like that actually happens. The workout doesn't change my frustration or make me feel better about it, so there's always a little disappointment. I guess it's not so bad, it's only Monday, but with the 5% Challenge weeks starting on Saturdays, that's practically half over!!! I'm off work tomorrow for an exceptionally cool reason, which I'll tell you about tomorrow, so I can and definitely should go to the gym tomorrow.
And in case you're wondering, it's not phone sex!
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