Saturday, June 22, 2013
I had 55 calories to spare today, so I had a few chocolate chips and a cup of pumpkin spice tea, while my husband had an (albeit small) bowl of ice cream and glass of milk. I wouldn't have known that I had 55 discretionary calories if I hadn't been tracking, And if I hadn't known better, I'd have had the ice cream too. I am proud of my stick-to-it-ive-ness.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
I think I have come to the realization that I *NEED* to track my calories if I'm going to be serious about doing this. I have tried to say, "Oh I'm going to eat less refined flour and refined sugar," and just go with that, but it just doesn't work for weight loss. I sneak to much, even if they are relatively "healthy" snacks. It works for maintenance, and I'm at the point that I need to do something radical. Something focused. So even though it's a pain in the butt, I'm tracking for the foreseeable future.
Also, I'm signing up for a 10-pack of personal training sessions. Obviously I want this to help with weight loss, but I'm also hoping to take my broken ankle recovery to the next level. Yay! Very excited! This provides extra motivation to keep up with food tracking.
Good things are just around the corner....
Monday, June 17, 2013
I tried running - really running for more than a minute - for the first time since breaking my ankle in December.
It went... okay. I did run-walk intervals for a mile. Of that mile, I probably ran half of it. Then I walked for another mile. My ankle was very sore and complainy while running, but when I walked it was fine. I still felt lopsided, in spite of the strengthening exercises I've been doing.
I'm trying not to feel disappointed. I have to start somewhere. I'm not going to get better at running again unless I actually, you know, RUN. But it's still tough to accept how far I have to go to get back to where I was pre-broken-ankle, even taking into account how far I've already come.
Trying to dwell on the positive....
Friday, April 12, 2013
I had a terrible two weeks. Sick kids, crises at work, unexpected stuff to handle... This is my new normal.
It used to be so easy to stay focused and follow a routine. I need to accept that this is my life now, and it's just not going to be that way. I need to value every precious workout individually because I don't know when the next one may come.
I will do what I can do, then I need to let it go.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
I stepped on the scale this morning and it showed up two pounds. I didn't particularly care.
I feel SO great from all of these workouts and from eating clean. My energy is better, my skin tone is better, my outlook is better. I don't feel like I am overstressing my schedule with trying to get to the gym. I feel like I'm still me. And I'm fitting it in.
I look in the mirror and I look tighter, slimmer, better proportioned. I feel stronger.
I'm not sure I ever went in for the "the scale isn't the only measure" or "the number on the scale is just a number." Until now.
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