Tuesday, May 14, 2013
As Iím working my way through the first week of the 5% Challenge, successful completion of which will get me down to my final goal weight, Iíve decided itís also a good time to consider how far Iíve come. I learned that a gallon of milk weighs about 8 pounds. SoÖ hereís a picture of roughly the amount of weight Iíve lost Ė in gallons of milk:
Pretty amazing that I used to be lugging that much around with me all the time. Just about one more gallon to go!!
Wednesday, April 03, 2013
I survived the weekend. As predicted, my family is crazy and a little stressful. But theyíre family and it was good to see them. My mother bought expensive chocolates for an ďEaster basket.Ē It was well meaning, but she really ought to know better by now because I donít eat that stuff. She bought some last year too and I never ate it, so itís still in the freezer. (I should probably toss it by now because itís probably gross). I left it all with my sister because she is obsessed with this particular brand of chocolate. The only thing I did keep from my mom was jellybeans.
So ask me how the first day of my ďsugar detoxĒ went. Mid-morning as Iím packing to go to the airport, Iím munching on a bag of jellybeans when I remember Ė OH SHOOT! Itís Monday and Iím supposed to be detoxing. Off to a great start. I text my friend that I had blown it and she replies, me too Iím eating a Lean Cuisine. Clearly she and I rock at detoxing. So I started again yesterday and did much better. No jellybeans or other refined sugars or processed carbs. Woot woot.
And another funny thing. I was free on Sunday to indulge in as much Diet Coke as I wanted. We go out for Easter dinner and the waitress brings me a massive Diet Coke and I take a big sip ANDÖ it was ok. (GASP!) I mean, it wasnít bad. It just wasnít really all that exciting either. I think after 40 days of not having it, Iím kinda over it. I donít even miss it anymore. Of course Iíve said it before and I somehow end up sliding back into it. So weíll see.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Itís been one of those weeks. It happens. Work is stressful, my grandpa is ill and we donít know whatís wrong, my parents and I are heading to my sisterís place for Easter (I love them but somehow getting us all together is always stressful), and ďso, thereís this guyÖĒ You know, just one of those weeks. Turning into one of those months.
But itís okay.
Monday, some girlfriends and I are starting a 21 day ďsugar detoxĒ to get us all back on track and ready for spring. We are going to be strong and support one another. Weíre going say things like, no thanks, Iím full. I don't want to see the dessert menu. And NO, I would not like a straw with that bottle of wine.
But first, Iím going to survive the weekend. Iím going to accept that my family is crazy. Iím going to work out even though Iím travelling. And above all, Iím going to drink as much Diet Coke as I can on Sunday. I gave it up for Lent and Iím keeping it going for this 21 day challenge. Except for Sunday. So in that case -- yes, I would like a straw with that 2 liter bottle!!
Thursday, March 07, 2013
I just got back from 9 days in Hawaii. It was great. I feel rested and relaxed. And exceptionally skinny. After 9 days in the tropics, who would have thought that was possible?!?! And this without tracking my food. Iím very pleased myself.
It was by no means a perfect week. I enjoyed my fair share of Mai-Taiís and even a chocolate martini on my birthday (I can't eat cake). But we stayed at a family memberís condo so I was able to prepare breakfast and lunch and kept healthy snacks on hand like fruit and macadamia nuts (had to, itís Hawaii!). We only ate dinner out. I even boxed half my meal a couple nights and ate leftovers for lunch. And I stayed active every day. With the time difference, I was awake before dawn so I went for a jog in the morning, and on top of that, we walked almost everywhere, shops, the beach, restaurants. When we did drive, it was to get to places to hike, kayak and snorkel.... needless to say, I slept soundly on the plane on the way home!
I was so good, itís almost been a struggle keeping the momentum going now (the jet lag and sunburn hasnít been helpful getting me back into the gym). But just one more pound to my goal of 50 pounds lost. ALMOST THERE!!
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
I rarely suffer from self-loathing or anything of the kind. Not that I donít think I have issues, mind you. They just donít generally manifest in negative self talk. Except this weekend. That ugly little voice was loud this weekend and strong and worst of all, I believed it. Yes, so I ate (and enjoyed the hell out of) some fajitas, chips and salsa, and even skinny margaritas on Saturday. I wasnít even close on my calorie range. I have no excuse. Pick up, and move on. Except that voice chased me the rest of the weekend. It said things like, Iím disgusting, and reminded me that I blew it. That I had set a goal to lose 50 pounds by my birthday (which is next week) and that Iím not going to make it (by 2.5 pounds) and I am a failure for it. Never settle for a A- when you could have an A.
That voice Ė that demanding, inflexible, push harder, itís not enough voice, the one that pushed me through law school, helps me excel at my job Ė yeah it sucks when it comes to weight loss. But enough is enough. Now it's time to put the crazy voice back in the box and get back down to business.
Easy, breezy. Right?!
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