Thursday, February 17, 2011
Updating on our day of Tim Horton's coupon Snowtubing with the fam today...fun :D
Unsleeping children, hat head and hissy-fit curls, live footage, in-laws, garlic bread with cheese&bacon, little-bit but not a whole-lot guilty, and just surviving the snowglobe life.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
One Woo Hoo, early weigh-in success..
Two Woo Hoo, proportion control under pressure.
.....Three Woo Hoos ~ I'm overweight not obese anymore! Hello 29.9 BMI!
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
I had a grandiose idea that I would be one of these super-motivated women we've read about in the Spark Pages and have all these migraine/pregnancies pounds shed within a year.
I just bought a scale.
I hate logging my food. I'm not ashamed of the calories being tallied, I get annoyed that nothing I eat is easily accessible and what should take seconds takes too long.
I fell to the pressure that my health is not a priority. That if I was going to take time to care for myself with fitness than I was being selfish. I don't enjoy getting sweaty. I've got dry skin and curly hair, bathing extra is not a desire of mine. It's been a battle this year.
I begin again. The extra has to come off it is killing me spiritually and I'm sure it's laying groundwork physically as well.
It's sad that a dream has died, but, I plan on being at 170 by September. It is a priority over everything. I really think the extra weight is contributing to the seasonal depression and migraines.
I can't give up on me.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
This morning as I was recording the remainder of yesterday's food intake, I stopped and pondered the results. I was over (again), but, what was this odd deformity gracing my lips?...A smile? How can I smile in the face of failure?
I hadn't failed. It wasn't the picture of perfection, but, it was not close to a FAIL at all. As far as I'm concerned I could have been far more destructive and the effort I put in yesterday was a vast improvement over my old habits.
1. I didn't take seconds on the absolutely luscious ribs my children made (even at the risk of John and Kate not barbecuing ever again for the mama...I doubt that, those kids have seen me cower in fear of the BBQ).
2. I didn't snack when hubby came home from his absence. He usually power snacks when he gets home. I had oodles of cookies for prepared for him. He tends to not need a snack buddy when there is ample cookies available. I hope I remember this trick.
So as far as I am concerned I avoided a minimum of 1, 500 calories yesterday that I wouldn't have before and that my friends is success. Slow success, but, success none-the-less. Slow is still a go...
HaPpY DaNce.....2 min.= 10 calories burned ;)
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
It has been a month since I have begun with sparkpeople. It has been an emotional endeavor as I could not have imagined. I knew of the challenge to be responsible with my portions (and dreaded the boredom hunger-pangs), but, I did not fathom the emotional baggage that I was going to have to purge.
I was really going at this challenge as a race. I fell a couple of times (hard) and because of encouraging, patient folks here at sparkpeople, I learned to shake off the disappointment and began to take it slow. Fortunately, the slower pace geared me to pay attention to emotional patterns and I've been slowly sorting through them.
So, I've rewarded myself with a long desired haircut in celebration for not giving up. The hubby likes the long hair (as do the vast majority of hubbies) and is still in a snit :( , but, is happy to hear the migraines have pretty much disappeared.
This is a picture from Christmas. This is its length before I attacked it Friday:
Friday, I hacked off a half of a foot just to see if I could cope with the dramatic change.
My little sister encouraged me to take some pictures of the before...
Saturday morning after working a few minutes and fighting with the mangled wavy tats and still feeling like a hag, I was sold on getting myself a new do. I did a walk-in to the First Choice hair place and requested a chin-length Bob. The stylist was the manager (yay, me!..that felt secure after all the horror stories I've heard). She said my mop was the thickest she'd ever worked with, and asked me if I happened to experience many headaches because of it's weight and length. Man! I wish I had one of those super-duper scales...I should have weighed my hair before and after! ;)
It feels F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S!
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