Monday, April 22, 2013
Soooo... today I woke up and decided to take the plunge. Get on the scale, see how many times that goes around, and get this train wreck back on track.
UGH! I didn't like what I saw at all. I know, I know, "Don't let the number discourage you. It's HOW you FEEL that makes the difference." Well, let me just say, I feel like I fell off that train about 5 miles back and was dragged over each and every railroad tie! Ever seen that snowskier come down the mountain and loose control... Hitting every inch of his body and you're sure that when he lands he'll be dead? Yeah...that's about how I feel.
So, between the number on the scale (the heaviest I've ever weighed) AND this junk body of mine... some major lifestyle changes are just going to HAVE to take place for me to continue this journey (Life) in a reasonably happy & comfortable way.
First stop, Doctors office. Gonna get a check up and see what's up.
Second stop, Grocery Store. Gonna fill my fridge with fruits and veggies!
Third stop, The Gym. Gonna see if my key still works in the door then join a class!
Fourth stop, A better bedtime.
Fifth stop, Some Good Motivational Reading on Spark People!!
Thursday, February 07, 2013
It's been 1 year since I posted any entries on this blog. I have wasted an entire year losing and gaining the same 15 pounds back at least 3 times. Ugh! That makes me sooo mad!
I wonder sometimes if I have this subliminal thing going on somewhere in the back of my head... that blocks me from achieving my weight loss goal. I lose 10 pounds, then gain it back, lose 15 and gain it back... I wonder if I just feel I don't deserve to be proud of myself?
That I don't deserve to look and feel better?
That I don't deserve to be THAT happy?
That if I got down to a healthy weight and could actually be pain free... that I wouldn't deserve it?
I wonder if I just sabotage myself subliminally ...hmmm??? I know I shouldn't. But, that doesn't stop me.
Just wondering if anyone else has felt this way??
Anyway, I got on the scale yesterday and my eyes about fell out of my head. I weighed the most I've EVER weighed. I was ashamed. I can't believe I can't just get myself together and DO THIS! I have this vision of me, having lost all the weight standing in Ireland on my fiftieth birthday. My RE-Birthday. Feeling proud and happy and taking it all in.
So, I need to figure out how NOT to sabotage myself, to see each day as a blessing and use it to be the BEST ME ever! Uh... I better do it pretty quick, too. I've only got 8 months left until I'm 50. (That can't be!!)
Wednesday, January 04, 2012
The St Jude Half Marathon went great! As a team we raised $2400 for St Jude Children's Hospital and I am so proud of that accomplishment all by itself. My joints were still hurting so bad that day, and I truly wasn't sure if I was going to be able to finish it. However, I did better than that... My sister-in-law walked with me and we started jogging down all the hills. She kept me motivated and going and I had so much fun sharing this experience with her. No, I didn't have the best time in the world, but I finished, and I finished running. So... that was an accomplishment for me. Next half I do, I'm going to jog even more of it!!
Like many of us, I have some health issues going on right now that aren't exactly straightened out so that puts a strain on things. I don't want those to be an excuse, though, for being fat. So even if my journey is slow this year... I'm going to lose this weight and keep it off. I'm so tired of saying it and not following through.
I loved the blog by the woman who took a picture of herself all along the journey and you could actually see the weight melt off her. It took her a full year, but she'd lost 96 pounds. Now, that's hard work and dedication!
My journey starts with this step. Day 1
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Well, we got moved to the Swamp, as I so lovingly refer to it. It's been 1 month today that I packed up everything and headed south. I have most everything put away (except for my studio. That's going to come later this fall and winter.) For now, I have minor projects, like painting a few bedrooms and making some curtains, but other than that I am free to start working out more and getting in better shape. I seriously have no good excuses to put it off any longer.
The St Jude's Memphis half marathon is the first weekend in Dec. and I have a lot of training to do if I want to jog part of it. My body is falling to pieces right now, so I'm going to work on making it stronger.
Right now I have 3 personal goals:
First; I have to have 2 carpol tunnel surgeries done soon. That will be a bummer for a little while, but I know it'll make me feel so much better and I'll be able to sleep better, too. So that's a priority for me now.
Second; My Triglycerides were pretty high when I had a check up a month ago, so I need to work on lowering that. OTher than taking fish oil pills, I'm not exactly sure how to go about it.
Third; I'm going to be more consistent on working out so that I can prepare for the half marathon. Nothing spectacular... just more consistency.
As I figure it, there's no better day than today to start, so I walked a mile and jogged a half mile. Now I'm off to do water aerobics. woohoo! This body isn't going to change itself!!
Have a great day!
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine.
(A funny that I wanted to repost for those of you with a sense of humor.)
For my birthday this year, my husband purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me.
Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.
I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.
Friends seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god-- with blond hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!
Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!
Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT! It's a whole new life for me.
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. ------- I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.
Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.
My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair monster. Why would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. I think he said some other sh*t too.
The monster was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late-- it took me that long to tie my shoes.
He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he wasn’ t looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny b*tch to find me.
Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine-- which I sank.
I hate that creep Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic, little aerobics instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it.
Christo wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.
The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel..
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun-- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!
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