Wednesday, January 01, 2014
Part of me buys into the whole "resolutions doomed to failure," "what a passe way to ring in the new year" mentality. I mean, really, how old am I?
Well, who cares how old I am? New Years is a great time to re-up on things that I really need to re-up on. It's a chance at a new beginning. It's a free pass to forgive old transgressions, ignore the lapse in gym membership, forget about that Holiday pie, and attack your goals like they were brand new.
Maybe my resolutions will only last a couple of months. Maybe I won't make that weight loss goal or complete that project. So? For a couple of months, I'll move in the right direction. Isn't that reason enough to go for it? I think so.
So, here are my 2014 New Year's Resolutions:
- Read 52 books. (Really, my reading list is getting out of hand.)
- Finish Ridley's quilt.
- Pay off all of my debt except for my student loans. (Those we'll get next year.)
- Finish emergency preparedness preparations at least to the point where we are ready for all probably natural disasters in our region. (I recently read that another 5.0 earthquake in this region could trigger up to 30,000 mudslides statewide. We had not considered mud when we packed our gear bags.)
- Finish writing 2 of the 3 books I have partially completed. (No excuses about being too busy to write.)
- AND MY FITNESS GOALS:
- Comfortably wear size 8 pants.
- Hold a balanced handstand for 60 seconds.
- Do a back bend (without breaking anything.)
- Do an unassisted pull-up.
- Complete a 5K.
I can do all that. No problem!
Sunday, December 01, 2013
I went to put on my "fat 10s" this morning. I was so excited to wear them last week. They're a pair of size 10s designed for big girls, so they really fit a 12. Still, a 12 is big progress for me, and it felt great to wear them to work. But I went to put them on this morning and they wouldn't zip.
I didn't weigh in. I was afraid to. I weighed in at the end of last week at 200.6. I've been trying to fight my way out of the 200s for sooooo long. I get close like this and then it just doesn't happen.
Ugh! I'm so frustrated. I want it gone. 199! Please, dammit. 199!
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
When I went on my first date with my husband, I was 135 pounds and a size 6. (I have a lot of muscle, so I tend to be heavier than my size might "normally" indicate.) 3 years later, I went from an active job to a desk job and I quit smoking. I put on 70 pounds that year. Over the next couple years, I added another 25, for a total weight gain of 95 pounds give or take.
This morning, I weighed in at 200.6 lbs. That's about 25 pounds of weight loss, and I'm now lighter than I've been in 5 years! Wow!
Now, I've gotten close to this weight before, though, and then always lost momentum before busting back out of the 200s. That's not happening this time!
I'm getting to 199.
I'm starting my next phase.
I'm going to lose the weight.
I'm hitting the gym after work.
I'm not that girl anymore!!
And I haven't worn these pants in so long. OMG! You should see my butt. It looks fantastic. I've been taking the stairs up 10 flights every morning at work. I have a rock-star butt.
Tuesday, November 05, 2013
I've been barely holding my grip on my healthy lifestyle while I've been swimming through my sea of stress. I take comfort in the fact that I didn't gain back more than 2 pounds of what I'd lost. It was hard as I haven't been exercising the way I should, and I haven't been logging on. But I'm thrilled to report that I'm still in my size 13 pants, I'm still eating fairly healthy and taking my supplements, and I'm still committed to getting fit and healthy.
It's a shame that I allowed the extreme stress I've been under effect me so much, but it has been a lot worse in the past when stress has hit and I've come out on the other end heavier than when I started. That's how I've steadily crept up to 225 pounds, a piece at a time during stressful periods. Next time, perhaps I'll be so prepared that my fitness won't stall at all when the stress descends.
For now, I got the great job at the IRS, my husband is feeling better (chiropractor released a pinched nerve bundle that was causing the problem), the dog does have cancer, but she isn't on her last leg yet, my son's broken finger has healed and his writing deficiency is being corrected. I'm writing again too, with the support and accountability of NaNoWriMo.
None too soon, the wave of stress is starting to go back out to sea. I'm back. There's a new battery in my pedometer. I'll have a regular work schedule again in two weeks at a building that is right across the street from a branch of my gym.
As I won't be able to travel armed into the city to my government job (no weapons in a Federal building for obvious reasons), I'm thinking about taking a martial arts course. I'll be on a city bus for an hour twice a day, and I'd feel safer and get fit faster if a went a practiced protecting myself a couple times each week. Any recommendations on the type of fighting?
Friday, October 11, 2013
I've been so stressed out the last couple of weeks that I haven't been able to do a lot of the things that I need to. I can't write. I try, but my brain is just drenched in stress. My weight loss stalled. I may have even gained a couple pounds. It been one horrible thing after another: my husband is furloughed with the Government Shutdown, my dog has pryometra and has to go in for a dangerous surgery next week, my son broke his finger, my stove was broken, there was this and that and everything from my son struggling with his schoolwork to fighting with the neighbors. It's been relentless.
I got to my breaking point yesterday. I won't say I lost control completely, but a couple things did get thrown across the room. There may have been a couple tears. I had to chop this out, I had to give that up... But this morning my new stove arrived. And now, phew, I have been called in to work at my new job I've been waiting on. Not next week... tonight!
For some reason we seem to go through stages of stress. For years, everything will go great. For years, it's all perfect. And then BOOOOOOMMM! All at once, it'll just rain down on us. It's like running a gauntlet, and then it's just gone for years again. I feel like the wave has started to ebb today, though. I feel like we can start moving forward again, mopping up the mess and moving preparing for the next time.
Now, if Congress could just deal with their mess and get my hubby back to work.
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