I haven't been working out at all for the past 5 days or so, but I'm confidant that I'm not gaining any weight. You see, I had my wisdom teeth removed on Thursday and haven't been eating anything except broth and the occasional piece of rice.
As far as dieting goes, that probably a major win. On the pain scale I'm out of the park. I cannot believe how much this shit hurts! I know, I'm embarrassingly old to be getting my wisdom teeth out (28!) but my former dentist always told me that they were so small and far down that they probably wouldn't ever bother me. Yeah, he was a quakenstein because these bad boys hurt for several months before they were removed.
If this helps with my weigh-in this week it will have all been worth it. Maybe...
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
It's Monday and I've died
Okay, maybe not DIED, but I feel like it with this monster cold I have. DD has off school today and it's snowing like a motherbeeper, I really don't want to do anything or go anywhere. I suck at driving, just in general, I'm really a crap driver, but when you add snow? I'm a danger to society. So, I'm not going to the gym today, I don't want to risk the lives of untold civilians.
Since the gym is out, I've been doing... crap, I was going to lie there and be all like "tons of cardio and pilates...oh and push ups!' No lies. I'm doing nothing. I'm sitting on my bum, whining about the cold I've contracted and playing around on FB and BBC. Maybe I'll force my living in sin partner to drive me to the gym when he's done with work. Oh! or I could shovel, that's probably worth some calories, right? We'll see what I end up doing, but I have a feeling it's going to be a whole lot of nothing.
Since the gym is out, I've been doing... crap, I was going to lie there and be all like "tons of cardio and pilates...oh and push ups!' No lies. I'm doing nothing. I'm sitting on my bum, whining about the cold I've contracted and playing around on FB and BBC. Maybe I'll force my living in sin partner to drive me to the gym when he's done with work. Oh! or I could shovel, that's probably worth some calories, right? We'll see what I end up doing, but I have a feeling it's going to be a whole lot of nothing.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Blah blah, it's Thursday
To day I didn't work out. I was amazed at how guilty I felt about not going and working out. Lately, I've been hoping that I turn into one of those psycho ladies that LOVES working out, they love it so much that they work out every day at least once a day for a minimum of an hour. I think I could get there, maybe not the love working out bit, but the working out every day part.
I didn't work out today because I decided to take the kidlets to a fun play world place and meet up with my best friend and her kidlets. Let me tell you, I did "work out" today. I had to follow DS all over the tunnel structure, I was climbing, crawling, running and lifting for 3 hours, total cardio win, so I lost a bit of the guilt.
I did horrible on food today. I skipped breakfast, I skipped lunch then ate a bunch of snack type things at 2-ish. For dinner I made my super healthy lasagna (read: not healthy at all) and because I was so damn hungry, I ate 2 pieces of it. I'm not talking 2 dainty girlie pieces either, they were 2 man sized pieces. Now I'm sitting here feeling bloated beyond belief, but hell, it was so worth it.
I didn't work out today because I decided to take the kidlets to a fun play world place and meet up with my best friend and her kidlets. Let me tell you, I did "work out" today. I had to follow DS all over the tunnel structure, I was climbing, crawling, running and lifting for 3 hours, total cardio win, so I lost a bit of the guilt.
I did horrible on food today. I skipped breakfast, I skipped lunch then ate a bunch of snack type things at 2-ish. For dinner I made my super healthy lasagna (read: not healthy at all) and because I was so damn hungry, I ate 2 pieces of it. I'm not talking 2 dainty girlie pieces either, they were 2 man sized pieces. Now I'm sitting here feeling bloated beyond belief, but hell, it was so worth it.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Day Something or Another
I worked out again today for about 45 minute. I also had a big fail moment when I ate a Little Debbie cake this morning.
Aaaah! I couldn't help it! The little bastard was sitting there calling to me. It was practically taunting me to eat it. I only did it to show the jerk who was boss, clearly I am, since I ate it and destroyed it.
Aaaah! I couldn't help it! The little bastard was sitting there calling to me. It was practically taunting me to eat it. I only did it to show the jerk who was boss, clearly I am, since I ate it and destroyed it.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Day Whatever
Okay, so I went to the gym today. I didn't kick my ass Anne style, but I did work out hard. I did 15 minutes on this elliptical/stairmaster/treadmill thingy at 4 resistance, then I did some weights (hell yeah, I'm all hardcore now). I biked for 15 minutes then did floor exercises for a bit. I ended up working out for about an hour and I feel pretty good about that.
I did much better food-wise today too. I skipped breakfast because breakfast blows and you just can't make me eat it, but I had a salad and some soup for lunch. Dinner, I had a grilled chicken breast and steamed carrots. I had a few snacks today, but I limited myself to fruit and my sugar-free Jell-O. Doesn't that sound tasty? MMmmmm!
Tonight I went to a super cool MOPS meeting and met some very nice ladies, some of them were talking about doing stroller jogs at the indoor park. It sounds like something that I might do in the future, possibly after I learn to like jogging. If that ever happens.
Oh! I figured out that I'm serious about this whole workout thing now. I bought gym shoes. I haven't owned gym shoes since middle school, so big ups to me and my new pink gym shoes. Working out is much easier on my feet now that they're properly attired.
I did much better food-wise today too. I skipped breakfast because breakfast blows and you just can't make me eat it, but I had a salad and some soup for lunch. Dinner, I had a grilled chicken breast and steamed carrots. I had a few snacks today, but I limited myself to fruit and my sugar-free Jell-O. Doesn't that sound tasty? MMmmmm!
Tonight I went to a super cool MOPS meeting and met some very nice ladies, some of them were talking about doing stroller jogs at the indoor park. It sounds like something that I might do in the future, possibly after I learn to like jogging. If that ever happens.
Oh! I figured out that I'm serious about this whole workout thing now. I bought gym shoes. I haven't owned gym shoes since middle school, so big ups to me and my new pink gym shoes. Working out is much easier on my feet now that they're properly attired.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Day 5
All aboard the FAIL train. Again, I didn't go work out. The excuses are just mounting.
Today I hung out with a super awesome lady at the Children's Museum in the morning. After bringing the kiddo home and having lunch and his nap time, I went back out to spend time with my bestest bestie. We mall walked a bit and then had some insanely unhealthy Panera.
Blah. Calories consumed eleventy bajillion.
Exercise done, nada zip zero.
Fail Fail Fail.
Today I hung out with a super awesome lady at the Children's Museum in the morning. After bringing the kiddo home and having lunch and his nap time, I went back out to spend time with my bestest bestie. We mall walked a bit and then had some insanely unhealthy Panera.
Blah. Calories consumed eleventy bajillion.
Exercise done, nada zip zero.
Fail Fail Fail.
Day 4
Blah
Today was a total fail in the whole weight loss/work out arena. I didn't eat healthily, I didn't work out. Well, I didn't eat as much crap as I normally would, so that's a mini win.
Today was a major win for my relationship with my lovely, lovely man though. We went to see a movie sans kids and then brought home some dinner for us and my sister and brother in law who were kind enough to watch the kidlets on roughly 4 hours notice.
I'll be better tomorrow. I PROMISE!
Today was a total fail in the whole weight loss/work out arena. I didn't eat healthily, I didn't work out. Well, I didn't eat as much crap as I normally would, so that's a mini win.
Today was a major win for my relationship with my lovely, lovely man though. We went to see a movie sans kids and then brought home some dinner for us and my sister and brother in law who were kind enough to watch the kidlets on roughly 4 hours notice.
I'll be better tomorrow. I PROMISE!
Friday, January 7, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Day 2
Yesterday, I listened to a voice mail from a perky little lady telling me that her name was Anne and she would be training me tomorrow, she sweetly told me not to eat anything for at least 2 hours before out session and that she was soooo excited to meet me tomorrow. Anne sounded like every peppy cheerleader you've ever met, I wasn't too worried about our workout after listening to the bubbly Anne over voice mail.
I showed up today in my fat lady gym clothes expecting to sweat a little and get a moderate workout. Anne met me at the door, she's a pocket sized 37 year old lady with a Texas sized smile. She talked with me a bit and then walked with me over to a cardio runner/elliptical/stepper death machine. She set up some resistance and then told me to "warm up for a bit!" Anne stayed next to the machine chatting with me about various things, asking me about my life and lifestyle while telling me a bit about herself. After 10 minutes my legs felt like Jello, Anne didn't seem to notice my desperate glances at the time, she just kept chatting. At the 14 minute mark I was contemplating the state of my noodle legs when Anne told me to "walk off" the last minute then we'll move on.
Hallelujah! I thought I was saved. At exactly the 15 minute mark I stopped moving and Anne had me jog with her to the Resistance Area. Anne proceeded to demonstrate a jump-squat, then asked me to do 5 of them. I thought 'Ha! Easy.' Um, no. Not easy. Hard. Very hard. After 5 reps Anne announced that she was going to give me a little resistance. Which meant that she was going to try to hold me down while I tried to jump. If I was a salmon, there's no way I would have made it upstream.
Anne the Ass kicker showed up in the Resistance Area. She made me work my arms, my legs and my abs to the point of shaking and feeling faint. She kicked my ass by having me do pull ups, plank holds, crunches (which are shockingly easy for me, so she only let me do 10 of them before adding a giant ass medicine ball to my chest) push ups, jumping jacks and things that I don't know the name of. After 30 minutes of Anne Workout Hell she let me cool down on the recumbent bike for 15 minutes. I've never been so happy to bike in my whole life.
After my cool down session Anne did these wonderful stretches with me. She stretched my legs, my arms, my shoulders, my neck, my back. Somewhere around the arm stretching I started rethinking my mental nickname of Ass Kicker Anne.
After over an hour of working out with Anne I decided she was my frenemy and I really need to rethink the cost of a trainer. If Anne kicked my ass every day like this I'm pretty sure I'd look like Christina Hendricks in no time.
Breakfast--Orange and a giant glass of water. (Anne also kicked my ass about my breakfast choices. I still hate eggs, sorry.)
I showed up today in my fat lady gym clothes expecting to sweat a little and get a moderate workout. Anne met me at the door, she's a pocket sized 37 year old lady with a Texas sized smile. She talked with me a bit and then walked with me over to a cardio runner/elliptical/stepper death machine. She set up some resistance and then told me to "warm up for a bit!" Anne stayed next to the machine chatting with me about various things, asking me about my life and lifestyle while telling me a bit about herself. After 10 minutes my legs felt like Jello, Anne didn't seem to notice my desperate glances at the time, she just kept chatting. At the 14 minute mark I was contemplating the state of my noodle legs when Anne told me to "walk off" the last minute then we'll move on.
Hallelujah! I thought I was saved. At exactly the 15 minute mark I stopped moving and Anne had me jog with her to the Resistance Area. Anne proceeded to demonstrate a jump-squat, then asked me to do 5 of them. I thought 'Ha! Easy.' Um, no. Not easy. Hard. Very hard. After 5 reps Anne announced that she was going to give me a little resistance. Which meant that she was going to try to hold me down while I tried to jump. If I was a salmon, there's no way I would have made it upstream.
Anne the Ass kicker showed up in the Resistance Area. She made me work my arms, my legs and my abs to the point of shaking and feeling faint. She kicked my ass by having me do pull ups, plank holds, crunches (which are shockingly easy for me, so she only let me do 10 of them before adding a giant ass medicine ball to my chest) push ups, jumping jacks and things that I don't know the name of. After 30 minutes of Anne Workout Hell she let me cool down on the recumbent bike for 15 minutes. I've never been so happy to bike in my whole life.
After my cool down session Anne did these wonderful stretches with me. She stretched my legs, my arms, my shoulders, my neck, my back. Somewhere around the arm stretching I started rethinking my mental nickname of Ass Kicker Anne.
After over an hour of working out with Anne I decided she was my frenemy and I really need to rethink the cost of a trainer. If Anne kicked my ass every day like this I'm pretty sure I'd look like Christina Hendricks in no time.
Breakfast--Orange and a giant glass of water. (Anne also kicked my ass about my breakfast choices. I still hate eggs, sorry.)
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Day 1
Dieting blows.
I really, really don't want to diet, also, I don't want to work out. Unfortunately, there's no other way to get smoking hot, so I've weighed my wants versus what it takes to get them. Conclusion: Dieting sucks, but not as much as being an unhealthy chubby girl. (Okay, not *chubby* I'm fat, let's be honest here.)
So, yesterday I decided to join a gym, this is really no big shocker. I decide to join a gym at least 3 times a week, usually while consuming bacon or watching vast amounts of TV. Yesterday was a novelty in that I actually did it.
I printed out a picture of Christina Hendricks from Mad Men and brought it with me to the gym. When I sat down with the trainer, Justin, I pulled it out of my pocket and slapped it down on the table saying "This is what I want to look like." Justin's eyes nearly bugged out of his head, there was an audible gulp and a shakey breath out before he manned up, looked me in the eye and said that if that was my goal, he could help me with it. Points for you Justin for not laughing at the fat lady with hot lady goals!
Justin then proceeded to walk me through all that's wrong with my body. We went over what percent body fat I am (40% holy God), what my basic body mass is (122 lbs) and how much I need to lose to get back to a healthy body fat percent (60 lbs!). Justin then walked me through the fabulous world of having a personal trainer. Visions of Madonna and Fergie danced around my brain, I saw myself shedding pounds like magic and being a svelte sex kitten in a matter of weeks. I was eager to sign up, then Justin dropped the bomb on me. It's a freaking fortune for a personal trainer. 96 sessions with a personal trainer costs $4,416, and that's at a discount O_o there's no way I can afford that. So, my visions of sex with Jon Hamm disappeared when I realized that I was on my own for weight loss.
Justin did give me some good starting points. I have to eat 500 calories less than I was before, I *MUST* make a food journal, cut out one soda a week until I'm down to zero, I need to work out for an hour a day every day. If I follow all of Justin's rules I can drop 60 pounds in 30 weeks.
So, here's day 1
Breakfast-an orange. I hate breakfast, I try, as much as I can, to sleep through it. With 2 kids this isn't easy, but I manage.
Lunch-Leftover chicken and rice (not "healthy" but not horrible, right...?
I really, really don't want to diet, also, I don't want to work out. Unfortunately, there's no other way to get smoking hot, so I've weighed my wants versus what it takes to get them. Conclusion: Dieting sucks, but not as much as being an unhealthy chubby girl. (Okay, not *chubby* I'm fat, let's be honest here.)
So, yesterday I decided to join a gym, this is really no big shocker. I decide to join a gym at least 3 times a week, usually while consuming bacon or watching vast amounts of TV. Yesterday was a novelty in that I actually did it.
I printed out a picture of Christina Hendricks from Mad Men and brought it with me to the gym. When I sat down with the trainer, Justin, I pulled it out of my pocket and slapped it down on the table saying "This is what I want to look like." Justin's eyes nearly bugged out of his head, there was an audible gulp and a shakey breath out before he manned up, looked me in the eye and said that if that was my goal, he could help me with it. Points for you Justin for not laughing at the fat lady with hot lady goals!
Justin then proceeded to walk me through all that's wrong with my body. We went over what percent body fat I am (40% holy God), what my basic body mass is (122 lbs) and how much I need to lose to get back to a healthy body fat percent (60 lbs!). Justin then walked me through the fabulous world of having a personal trainer. Visions of Madonna and Fergie danced around my brain, I saw myself shedding pounds like magic and being a svelte sex kitten in a matter of weeks. I was eager to sign up, then Justin dropped the bomb on me. It's a freaking fortune for a personal trainer. 96 sessions with a personal trainer costs $4,416, and that's at a discount O_o there's no way I can afford that. So, my visions of sex with Jon Hamm disappeared when I realized that I was on my own for weight loss.
Justin did give me some good starting points. I have to eat 500 calories less than I was before, I *MUST* make a food journal, cut out one soda a week until I'm down to zero, I need to work out for an hour a day every day. If I follow all of Justin's rules I can drop 60 pounds in 30 weeks.
So, here's day 1
Breakfast-an orange. I hate breakfast, I try, as much as I can, to sleep through it. With 2 kids this isn't easy, but I manage.
Lunch-Leftover chicken and rice (not "healthy" but not horrible, right...?
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