Tuesday, September 13, 2011
For some reason, I have really gotten off track this week, perhaps because I had two weekends in a row where I wasn't really working the program. And, the Wii says I have gained weight every day for the last four days--very discouraging, since I was only over my calorie limit one day (by a lousy 74 calories!!), and only missed exercise of some kind one day.
So, today I have been talking to myself. I've been saying, "Self, what are you thinking? You do all kinds of things for other people, often things you don't really even want to do, but you can't do this one thing for yourself? Get with it, woman. Show yourself some respect and liking. There is no reason you can't do for yourself what you would do and have done for hundreds of other people over the years. Give yourself a little love. Now, get out there and do it!!"
So, I did take myself out for lunch today (had a dentist appointment, and just plain didn't want to have to go back to work, so it was a way to waste (or waist) some time), but I've limited what I am eating tonight so I am still in my calorie range for the day. Then I made myself go to the gym this afternoon after work, did an hour on the treadmill, then did some arm strength exercises (still not sure what they are called, but my arms seem to be getting stronger). So, today: moderately successful. Tomorrow: perfection, I promise myself!
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Wow, what a great day. Ate BBQ TWICE, and haven't logged it yet, but I bet I'm not under my minimum calories today. That means that I will probably have gained weight from last week's weigh in, not to mention the amount of sodium I have on board at this point. That's OK, it was worth it. I'm back to normal again tomorrow.
Never got around to doing any official exercise today either, but I sure did dance a lot. Fitz and the Tantrums put on an absolutely GREAT, energetic and interactive show, and I danced with them for a good hour and a half. Much to my amazement, I didn't hurt while I was doing it and I don't hurt now. I love to dance, but haven't been able to do it without paying the price later for years. It hit me tonight that one of my major goals is to get back to the point where I can dance all night without ibuprofen and without being stiff and sore for several days afterward. It seems possible to me tonight. Maybe all that exercise I've been doing is starting to work. I realized somewhere in there as well that I had had my arms in the air clapping and waving for a good part of their concert, and was able to do it without my arms feeling like they were tired, let alone like they were going to fall off if I didn't bring them down.
I also got to see the Music Maker Revue, Robert Cray and Los Lobos. I was going to hit Taj Mahal, but got so wound up in the Fitz concert that I just never got around to leaving. I am totally going to go buy their CD, and one from the Music Maker Revue as well. I've been doing well with this (the last two days notwithstanding), deserve a reward, and have decided this is going to be it.
A revelation tonight: I stood up and started dancing to the Music Maker Revue, and all at once felt as if my jeans were going to fall off. I tugged at them gently, and determined they weren't going to make it past my pelvic bones, but they were definitely riding low. Not as low as the teenage boys who want everyone to think they are gangbangers (I always think they look so cute, like babies with their pants full, when they try to walk that way), but enough to be slightly uncomfortable. I noticed earlier this week that a pair of slacks I got at Goodwill a couple months ago, which were slightly loose to begin with, are showing signs of falling down as well, and that a favorite pair of slacks that have been with me thirty pounds up and down the scale over the years are actually fitting again. (I was lying to myself that they weren't really all that tight, but their poor little button was under a lot of strain until recently.)
All in all, I am revved and elated, and there is no way I can go to sleep anyway, so here I am, blogging away at almost 1 AM. I thought of skipping church tomorrow, but then realized I am not only going, but need to go early, because the choir is singing tomorrow. Guess I better set the alarm so I actually get up in time to get breakfast and get there by 10 AM.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Went swimming for 30 minutes last night. I am finding some of it like trying to chew gum and walk at the same time: I understand what to do, but can't seem to do it all at the same time. None-the-less, I am still afloat at the end of the swimming lesson, so I figure that's what counts. And I am having a great time doing it.
Going swimming meant I missed Mavis Staples at the music festival, but I spend a good deal of last evening listening to Ana Popovic. Great show, lots of energy. I wanted to stick around for the next show, but had forgotten a lawn chair, and for some reason was really stiff and achy, so I admitted I was too tired to do it and came home. The BBQ was a little disappointing. Had an Italian sausage on a bun with grilled onions and peppers. It was OK, but not what I had been looking forward to. Oh, well, maybe tonight I will find BBQ Nervana. After all that, I was still slightly below my recommended calorie range for the day!! What??!!
Tonight is going to be a challenge. Los Lobos and Taj Mahal are playing back to back, opposite Robert McCray and Fitz and the Tantrums on the other stage. How am I supposed to do that? I'm thinking that I might start with one stage, switch mid-concert to the other stage, then do it the other way around for the second show. Of course, if the show I am at is really good, I probably won't be able to talk myself into leaving long enough to check out the opposite stage. Decisions, decisions.
I am going to get to the gym somewhere in there, although it may be really late tonight. I am washing clothes right now, because otherwise I'll have to go to the festival naked, and that is something no one wants to see. See all of you after the festival!!
Thursday, September 08, 2011
Had another good day today, complete with following my diet plan and doing the gym thing. Plan to swim again tomorrow, so exercise is a given then.
I'm sort of saving ahead for this weekend. There is a local music/street festival called Roots 'n Blues 'n BBQ tomorrow and Saturday, and I have tickets, so guess what I plan to eat the next two nights? I'm going to hold it down to a reasonable amount, but plan to thoroughly enjoy the BBQ as well as the music, and I'm going to have at least one beer somewhere in there. I seldom drink because I get drunk very quickly, so it isn't safe for me to drive. Even half a beer means I can't go anywhere in a car for at least 3-4 hours, but since I will be sitting in my little lawn chair enjoying the music--hey, I wasn't planning to go anywhere anyway!
Still enjoying getting back to singing as well. I'm not sure non-singers and non-musicians really appreciate what a workout that can be when it is done right. Singing well uses every muscle in your body. I'm still trying to get my breath control and enunciation back after several years of not singing seriously, but I'm finding that the body-language part of it is engrained and feels very natural again already.
Thursday, September 08, 2011
Getting back to where I want to be now. My physical problems seem to have resolved. I decided I needed to join the gym where I've been having a trial period in spite of the sudden need to come up with $30,000 dollars to repair my house, went and did that today, and did some cardio and strength training both.
I found myself having to fight to keep from going to a restaurant for dinner tonight. Managed to make it home without eating anything I didn't intend to, but now find that when I track my food for the day I am under the limit in calories again. I think the temptation to eat out is still a recovery issue from my visit with my mom, but I don't know how or why I, of all people, am having so much trouble getting in my minimum calories. If I was having trouble staying under the maximum, I would understand it, but really--eating LESS than I can? What is this?
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