Wednesday, August 19, 2009
I knew the inevitable was coming. There's a point where the excitement of starting this new lifestyle wears off, and the hard work sets in. I'm here now, and ready to face what I find to be the hardest part for me...
I am looking forward to seeing continuous results- maybe it's me, but I swear I am seeing changes in muscle definition already (albeit very tiny...).
Well, I am still here, working toward my goals of making better choices for myself, and that is all that matters.
Monday, August 17, 2009
.... Well this weekend was certainly learning experience....
1. I learned I shouldn't 'wing it'. I must continue pre-planning all meals, at least for now.
2. I mentally take a break from food and exercise, like I would take a break from school when I was a kid.
3. I treated food like a reward. (I NEVER thought in a million years I would, but I did!)
4. Housework CAN count as exercise, thank goodness.
5. All the previous week's exercise hit me like a ton of bricks and I slept A LOT!
6. I was soooo thirsty when I didn't get at least 4 cups of water.
7. Candied apples are not as bad for me as I thought.
8. Corn dogs ARE worse for me than I thought.
9. After one single week of eating right, I CAN NOT eat a big meal... my tummy was sooo upset!
I'm going to really ponder these learning experiences this week as I move in two week three.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Ahhh... the price of beauty... sometime pain is truly funny... the following incident was truly comical, even as it happened...
I spent two long weeks growing my very own bristly fur coat and I was finally ready to get a leg wax. Be assured, this woolly mammoth had hair long enough to make any 80's leg-warmer-wearing dance diva jealous. I periodically wax my legs myself, but today I thought I would give myself the spa treatment and go to a reputable Salon instead. I have visited this particular salon before and thought I would receive the same adequate service that I always receive- I figure the $35 would be well spent, out of sheer convenience of not having to torture myself... better to let someone else do it for you.
Oh, but I was so very wrong.
It was immediately apparent that the lady waxing my legs and I were not going to get along. To start with, she did not follow basic waxing 101- pull quickly, against the direction of the hair growth, and close to the skin, and keeping the wax temperature somewhere around 'ooh, that's reaaly warm', not 'Holy SH!!!!!!%%%%%%!!!!!" What resulted was painful patchwork of hot wax sticking to my skin- and the necessity to go over the spots to try and remove the wax. Needless to say, I wanted to punch dear sweet Esther in the face.
We had to stop before she could finish her job. She tried to explain to me why she thought the wax wasn't working. "Your hair is a little too long", " Maybe the wax is bad", "Maybe your skin is too dry", "This is the best wax on the market". "Reaaalllly.." I thought "those sure are a lot of excuses as to why I now have leg mullets"... you know, business in the front (no hair), party in the back (furry calves).
Needless to say, I didn't have to pay. The insult to injury was that, by the time I got home, the wax had collected lint from the jeans I was wearing- I looked like a dalmation.
I resigned to the fact that I would have to finish up myself at home. I picked up a $10.00 box of Nad's No Heat wax kit and gee, guess what, it actually did the job that the Salon couldn't. In fact, the after-wax wipes from Nad's removed the salon wax too. I was so very satisfied that I felt compelled to share this story with them and ended up recieving two free boxes.
I am not only going to save money by avoiding that salon FOREVER, but I will gladly stick to using the product I purchased and I recommend it to my friends if the opportunity arises.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Yesterday in weight training I let the mirror's reflection throw me off. Wow, was my form way off during various weights exercises! It was obvious that I had no muscle memory from a few months ago, when I was going regularly.
It took a concerted effort to focus the eye inward (I now know what the Yogis mean when the refer to the inner eye) and concentrate on the individual muscle groups that I was 'discovering' with my measly 7.5 lb weight- (I found you, Mr. BackFat. You can't hide from me anymore....). Once I was redirected my focus on how I felt (the burning, aching muscles screaming for mercy) and not how I looked, I was re-energized and re-encouraged.
Wow... all that mental struggle in the course of an hour...
I did well with my nutrition tracker yesterday- I needed help with dinner and luckily the SparkRecipe page saved the day!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
I'm a Subway junkie- I can admit it. I could eat there every day- in fact, I used to when I worked there as a teenager. Right now, I'm DOWN to twice a week. The local Sandwich Artists even know when my office has casual day... what does THAT tell you about my frequency....
So there I am deciding what to order, with thoughts of my SP Nutrition Tracker in the back of my mind. I've decided.... I'm going to break tradition and order something exotic... "A 6 inch Ham and Turkey 6 on white, please..."
Then, the preparer asks a question that set off a heated argument... with MYSELF...
Voice # 1- "Hell YES I want cheese!"
Voice # 2- "Uh, absolutely not"
Voice # 1- "But I WANT it!" (and yes, it did sound like a whiny child)
Voice # 2- "Shut-up,! You're just a taste bud..."
Voice # 1- "It's only 90 calories..."
Voice # 2- "That's 90 calories farther from your goal, now Shut Up I say!"
..."No cheese, Rodolfo, and hold the mayo and oil too while you're at it..".
Victory is MINE.
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