This will be such a short post, but I promised myself to blog every weigh in. I lost 4 pounds this week. I'm thrilled. Thats the 3 I gained plus 1. Diet was on target for the most part, but this was definitely not a week for exercise. I think I made it to the gym 1 day. I know that weight loss is mostly about diet, but this is about changing my lifestyle. I want my lifestyle to reflect a healthy one which includes at least 30 min of exercise 3 times a week. I want a healthy heart and plus it just makes me feel better.
It's really hard to get excited about much right now. Please pray for me and my family. I love and appreciate each and every one of you.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Bad Behavior=Bad Result
As with any life change, I guess a setback is inevitable. It all started Thursday. I wanted mexican food...and as with any addict, we can always justify. I did ok, 10 chips, 1 tortilla, enchilada dinner, and a sopapilla. Well now that I am "writing" it out...it doesn't really look ok. I really wanted to keep the sopapilla a secret, but I have to fess up. I used to believe that if you don't say it...or if no one sees it...you didn't eat it. I'm living proof that the human body doesn't have the same philosophy. To offset the bad choice of the day, I attended my first ever Zumba class that evening. Bad idea...really bad idea.
I have always taken pride in my dancing skills and coordination. Well those days are over. When you turn 30 or maybe its after you have a child...all "cool" goes right out the door. I have never perspired like that EVER. I just thought that those little trickles of sweat down the back of my neck were sufficient. I had to leave class twice to wet the washcloth that I had draped over my steaming head. I'm not sure that you would classify the color of my face as red...I would say burgundy is more appropriate. It was definitely on the verge of aubergine. I kept looking at myself in the mirror saying...."This is your punishment for the enchiladas." There were moments in the class that I was literally just "moving", forget choreography....To say the least...it was brutal...but oh so fun and I cannot wait to go back.
Friday was totally uneventful. No exercise, but I ate well. Saturday was the beginning of absolute loss of control. We went to the movies...need I say more? 3 hand fulls of gummi worms and an entire king size bag of Peanut M&M's. I was sicker than a dog! Did I learn my lesson? NOPE. Sunday hamburger, ice cream and more ice cream. Monday...rock bottom. Hamburger, hot dog, Lays potato chips, ice cream, fresh squeezed lemonade...REALLY?? What the heck is wrong with me??? Why? Why would I think this was ok?
Today was weigh in....3 pounds BACK AGAIN. I gained 3 pounds in a matter of days!?! It took an entire week of eating well and 4 hours of exercise to lose 3 pounds and a matter of days to gain it back. I am so disappointed, I knew I was going to gain, but I was not prepared for the utter disappointment. I thought that girl was gone. This just goes to show that it just takes one slip and I am rolling down the hill.
I had my moment, I am done with it. I'm back on top. Control is regained. Went to the gym this morning, had my power breakfast, 40 oz of water down, healthy lunch in the fridge. I am not defeated. It was only a setback. I will not GIVE UP! I know that setbacks and defeats are going to happen. I know now that it doesn't mean the end.
I have always taken pride in my dancing skills and coordination. Well those days are over. When you turn 30 or maybe its after you have a child...all "cool" goes right out the door. I have never perspired like that EVER. I just thought that those little trickles of sweat down the back of my neck were sufficient. I had to leave class twice to wet the washcloth that I had draped over my steaming head. I'm not sure that you would classify the color of my face as red...I would say burgundy is more appropriate. It was definitely on the verge of aubergine. I kept looking at myself in the mirror saying...."This is your punishment for the enchiladas." There were moments in the class that I was literally just "moving", forget choreography....To say the least...it was brutal...but oh so fun and I cannot wait to go back.
Friday was totally uneventful. No exercise, but I ate well. Saturday was the beginning of absolute loss of control. We went to the movies...need I say more? 3 hand fulls of gummi worms and an entire king size bag of Peanut M&M's. I was sicker than a dog! Did I learn my lesson? NOPE. Sunday hamburger, ice cream and more ice cream. Monday...rock bottom. Hamburger, hot dog, Lays potato chips, ice cream, fresh squeezed lemonade...REALLY?? What the heck is wrong with me??? Why? Why would I think this was ok?
Today was weigh in....3 pounds BACK AGAIN. I gained 3 pounds in a matter of days!?! It took an entire week of eating well and 4 hours of exercise to lose 3 pounds and a matter of days to gain it back. I am so disappointed, I knew I was going to gain, but I was not prepared for the utter disappointment. I thought that girl was gone. This just goes to show that it just takes one slip and I am rolling down the hill.
I had my moment, I am done with it. I'm back on top. Control is regained. Went to the gym this morning, had my power breakfast, 40 oz of water down, healthy lunch in the fridge. I am not defeated. It was only a setback. I will not GIVE UP! I know that setbacks and defeats are going to happen. I know now that it doesn't mean the end.
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