I am not updating my weight stats today....first of all, I forgot the measurements this morning and honestly, the scale showed a .04 loss...I am NOT complaining about being at 137...especially with the way I have eaten this week. The only saving grace is that I have been VERY consistant with my workout in the morning (yesterday was upper body with Bob Harper on the Biggest Loser Wii game and thanks to ol Bob, my shoulders are screaming today).
I am taking a break. I will not be blogging after today for at least two weeks for several reasons. I am leaving Monday morning at 8:40 AM to fly to Jamaica with my hubby for our annual trip. I will NOT stress on my vacation about what I eat and drink. I will try to make good choices but frankly, I know I will make LOTS of bad ones. I am NOT going to say "I want to go to the gym". I say that every year. I never go.
We go with a big group every year, but this year due to my daughter's performance as Glinda the Good Witch (she obviously has acting talent to pull this off) on Tuesday the 4th, we had to adjust our dates. Hubby and I will be at the resort without the group for three days before the rest of the gang arrives so it will be some bonding, connecting, recharging....and....well...RA
DIO EDIT.....during those three days, I may wander into the gym if I feel like it, but with bright Jamaican sunshine calling my name, I seriously DO NOT want to waste time inside. Maybe I'll just settle for the horizontal cardio I will get
This marked the end of my first goal that I set in January. I didn't make it. I am about 7 to 12 pounds from where I wanted to be. My weight goal is 125-130, and I had hoped to slide back down to a size five jeans...still in a 7, but the 7's are not cutting me in half anymore. I still have a small muffin top that I am working on, but my husband actually told me the other night that he can see definition in my arms...which means my arms must not continue waving long after I have stopped.
In the past, I would have said f*#k it and given up on getting to my goal...or just said "well, I guess my body wants to be at this weight", and changed my goal to what I weigh now. This time, I refuse to do that. I KNOW that I can justify that I am in the "normal" BMI range so I don't need to work that hard. I KNOW that it would be fine if I just stayed at 137 because technically, it isn't a ridiculously unhealthy weight.
I also KNOW that my BMI is BARELY in the normal range...in fact, it has jumped from Normal to Overweight in the past two weeks on the Wii Fit. I am literally OUNCES from being overweight. And I can't afford being that close to an unhealthy BMI. I don't look horrible in my clothes....the muffin top is probably only glaringly obvious to me and no one else probably sees it. And that is it in a nutshell...I am not happy with the way my body looks. At all. It is getting there, but it is not "there".
But how my body looks is really just the minor benefit of this healthy lifestyle. The main reason for this change in me is the need to reverse my family trend of early death from heart attack and stroke. I want to NOT be like my parents with their high blood pressure, high cholesterol and diabetes. I do not want to take handfuls of pills every day to regulate what I can control with diet and exercise.
My doctor wants blood work two weeks after we return from Jamaica. I would have rather done it before we left, but he's the doc. He just wants to check my cholesterol levels due to my family history and I also would like to see just how this healthy eating is helping me. Last time, one of my levels which should have been under 100 was 102. He wanted me to start taking cholesterol meds. I refused and decided to do it with diet and exercise. It has been awhile since that bloodwork and I haven't done really great over the past year at keeping up with the healthy eating...but that has changed and I really think he will see an improvement.
So...I have a bajillion things to do to get ready for our trip. We leave Sunday afternoon to go to a friend's house in Baltimore so that we don't have to get up at the butt crack of dawn to get to the airport Monday morning. I have the rest of the cleaning to do, windows to wash, curtains to wash and iron, bedclothes to wash, dogs to bathe, cars to wash, packing to finish and bathrooms to clean....ugh...just reading that made me tired.
So...adios for a few weeks as I go relax in the sun and drink little umbrella drinks