Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Yesterday I changed my workout routine (strength 6 days, alternating upper, core and lower body) and plan to do 45 min of cardio 6 days per week. My plan was to encourage myself to do healthy habits everyday. But then I noticed that my calorie range had changed to compensate for the increase in exercise. I've been trying really hard to stay at the low end of the range daily to allow for some wiggle room on my weekends. But when I realized that I needed to eat something like 600 calories to make the minimum last night--it set me on a freak out mode! I can't wrap my mind around the fact that I need to eat MORE to lose weight! And now I am stressing that I won't be able to workout as much as I programmed. I don't want to give up on this plan after one day. But I'm freaking out!
Monday, October 26, 2009
Much to my horror, I discovered that the path I walk around my neighborhood is only 3 miles, not the 5 I thought. I guess knowledge is power. Now I know. I can be tracking correctly from now on.
I have no will-power on the weekends at restaurants. I think I'm making better choices, only to look stuff up when I get home, and find it was still waaaaay more calories than I thought. I told my BF no more eating out all weekend. Ooooo...I was encouraged by the fact that my friend gave me a "Tony Little Gazelle" and my BF said he wanted it--and he has started using it! Maybe we'll both get slim.
I'm switching up my workout this week. I'm going to do a 6 day rotation of lower, core and upper body strength training. That way I'm doing some strength stuff everyday. Makes me feel like I'm doing even more to be healthy.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Okay, before I talk about my calves: Is it just me, or are the colors this year UBER depressing? I haven't seen much, if anything, that I would say I love. I suppose this is a good thing, since I don't have money to spend. The thing is, I really like having something to look forward to as I am losing weight. I want some "outfit" to strive for. And I love to see if they still have my size at the end of season sale time. But I just don't see me wearing any of the things I've seen lately.
Then there is this boot craze. I love boots. Or should I say I loved boots. Once upon a time, my calves actually could fit into a pair of zip up boots. But not any more. And, gosh darn-it, I think my calves are one of my best features. They don't seem to "gain weight" like the rest of me. So what is going on? I was talking with a thinner friend of mine who said she has the same problem. My jaw dropped. This means there is NO hope for me EVER fitting into the lovely zip up boot - ever again. If they don't fit HER much thinner self--they'll NEVER fit me! Seriously, what size calf are those boots made for? Grrr.... Wait. I do love me a stretchy boot. Yea that's it, a stretchy boot. It will be mine. Someday.
Have a boot-tastic high fashion kinda day!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
F is for frolic (for that is what you help me do)
E is for energy (for that is what must happen to make me move)
E is for excitement (for that is what I feel when we are heading in the right direction)
T is for toe-tapping (for that is what you help me do when the spirit moves me)
My feet hold me up, move me forward, loft me into the air, propel me in water, and take all the beatings of a lifetime. They've walked down isles and into court rooms. They've been an example to my baby and my now almost grown daughter. What I love most about my feet (besides the cute little freckle that resides upon the top of each of my big toes) is that they have taken me to places I never new I could go! I've backpacked for a week in the Smokey Mountains, traveled around Europe, Canada, beaches, cities, hiked up huge sand dunes and run like a crazy woman down them, splashed in puddles, soaked them in a ice water at my grandma's the summer I spent there (I had forgotten all about that), and danced on stage in community theater productions. They've been the catalyst to all my "first steps".
Thanks for all you do for me feet!
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