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?!
Saturday, February 09, 2013
1) 3.5 pounds. I am 3.5 pounds away from my goal weight. HOLY! I still canít get over it. I joked with my friends when I started that theyíd have a hard time keeping clothes on me if I ever lost all the weight. I never thought it would actually happen. But it did! Also turns out I like clothes, so I donít foresee me running through the streets in my birthday suit. (Luckily for my friends!) Which brings me to my next reasonÖ
2) My birthday Ė last February, on my 31st birthday, I was at my highest weight ever. This February Iím almost 50 pounds less. Cheers to me!! My goal for my birthday next February is be a the same weight, but in even better shape. Because I really, really want to able to do at least one real, honest to goodness, boobs-to-the-floor, pushup.
3) I feel better. I have more energy, Iím calmer and happier when I work out and eat right. If Iíve fallen off the wagon a bit and get back on track, I always wonder why I stopped. The simple solution here is DONíT STOP!
Thursday, January 31, 2013
I don't eat gluten because I have celiacs disease. It's a real thing. An autoimmune disorder. Genetic, like a lot of these things are. I have it, as does my sister and my aunt, and a couple cousins, and I think my father (who is asymptomatic and healthy and doesn't want to know either way). I was diagnosed kinda by mistake myself about 9 months ago and have been gluten free ever since.
And I hate it.
It interferes with my life in all sorts of ways. It's expensive for one thing, not only because I had to buy a new toaster that wasn't contaminated, but simple foods like bread and pasta are twice the price as whole wheat versions. Some of the gluten free cookies, etc. taste funny or gross and often times have way more sugar. I can't go to a ball game and have a beer and a hot dog. I can't walk into just any restaurant and know I'll find something I like on the menu. Sometimes I have to throw temper tantrums to get the kitchen to pay attention to me and my needs (I rarely go back after that). If someone else is cooking, even in their own home, I find myself watching them like a hawk to make sure they're not inadvertently going to cross contaminate something. It's such a big deal in my day to day life that it's become one of the first things people learn about me now. Then we end up spending a lot of time talking about it. And frankly, I don't want to talk about it because it's annoying and one of the least interesting things about me.
The only reason I do it is because I have to. Having suffered from a gluten attack earlier this week that left me miserable for days, at times with stomach cramps so severe I couldn't stand up straight, I can tell you it's well worth the hassle.
But somehow it's suddenly cool to do this, and for the life of me, I don't understand it. Why would anyone take on this on if they don't have to? And may I suggest you stop? Save yourself the time, money, effort. And because it makes those of us who do it because we don't have a choice look silly, like we're doing it on a whim. For some of us, nothing could be farther from the truth.
Thanks for letting me rant. Link to the article below that got me all riled up in the first place.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
It's too easy to think of all the ways we've failed or not lived up to expectations (our own or others). So my SparkCoach challenge today is to blog about 3 accomplishments.
The first one for me is pretty easy -- jogged 4 miles at the park over the weekend. I didn't walk until 3.5 mile mark and then just a couple steps.
Second, I have done at least 90 minutes of cardio every week for the last 45 weeks. And most weeks, I've done more. That's an awesome Spark Streak!
Third, I actually bought a bikini for a trip to Hawaii next month. Whether I'm brave enough to wear it in public remains to be seen, but it's been years (and years) since I even considered wearing one!! YAY!!
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