Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Thereís that saying, sometimes bad things happen to good people. In my case however it seems sometimes bad food choices happen to trying-to-do-well girl. But I think I found the bright side of the bad.
Until Monday, I was slowly trying to get myself back on a healthy track. I made some changes like drinking a ton of water, making an effort to get enough sleep, getting back into a gym habit, and some other small but useful changes. One of the big things Iíve been putting off was tracking my food. I did it before, super helpful, but man its tedious work! So I told myself, do it for at least 2 weeks just to see what your habits are and to put portions back into perspective. Over the weekend I finally got the conviction to start. Then Monday happenedÖBOOM. It was a busy day, but I decided it was the day to start tracking. So, I noted all the foods I ate by taking a picture of their nutrition facts on my phone or making a note to look them up later. That night, I went home and entered it on here. OhÖMyÖGosh. It was horrible. Iím so ashamed to admit how much I ate without even knowing it, that Iím not even going to admit how much it really was. It was a tremendous amount, take my word for it. After the anger with my self subdued, my next thought was how do I fix this? Answer: gym. So even though I had to work 12 hours Tuesday and had to run errands after, at roughly 10pm I walked into the gym and did my upper body/back ST.
It was a wake up call that was needed. Even though it was a huge mistake, I learned from it. I learned that tracking calories through the day is better than all at once at the end of the day. I learned to think before biting. I also learned that Iím changing. I had a really bad day Tuesday. I almost skipped the gym, even though I knew I needed it more now than ever. But I had the urge to actually work out, a huge desire to lift weights. I did that instead of stopping for something eat. Lastly I learned, in time I will get around to doing what I need to do. I will push myself eventually, if I know I truly need to do it. Call it the procrastinator or rebel in me, but thatís how itís been working. I will eventually have the drive to get up and go to the gym, or to track my calories, or to write a blog to remember the good and the bad. I have to want the changes for myself and for the right reasons.
Weigh in day is Friday morning. I really am hoping not to see a gain, but between the calories, ST, and Aunt Floís pending visit, itís highly possible. If I do though, I wonít let it get me down, I just canít. Iím also starting some other new rituals. Every Friday Iíll take a photo of myself after weighing in, because Iíd love to a time lapse of my incredible shrinking self. Also, the last Friday of every month I will do my measurements, because I know the scale will be stupid some weeks, and I need something else to track the progress. After all, we donít want the scale flying out the window now do we?