I don't want to cook. I don't want to think about eating healthy. Strangely though, I want to run. I missed running this past week. Traveling over 40 hours in 3 days tends to limit one's ability to run. And then when I came home, Ashton and Brenna came down with some kind of illness. Ian followed a day later. I really want a bag of chips right now. Funyuns. Yeah, Funyuns. All the salty, crunchy goodness a food addict could want. But then I want to run. I need to run. My emotions have been all over the place and there has been no outlet. Right now I need some kind of physical activity to help me deal with them. Once Daniel is home tomorrow, I plan on going to the gym and having at it. Week 1 of my C25K plan is on and I aim to run the full 8 minutes each day. After that I don't mind going a bit slower, but this week I really want to be able to run as much as the paper says I should.
Weight - 184
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
Running
I did it! Two days last week, I ran. I really ran. The first time I made it 6 1/2 minutes. The second time I did 7 minutes. It was amazing to know that I could do that at all. I'm doing a Couch to 5k plan and will only advance each week if I can do the recommended schedule for 3 straight runs. Right now I'm supposed to be doing 8 minutes but halfway through I have to skip a minute to make for a longer recovery. Yes I could do a longer run time, but I refuse to push myself so hard that I quit. In February, I want to add in some strength training. The last time that I worked out regularly, I added everything in at once and could not manage the house, the kids and the sleepless nights (thanks to my sweet baby boy). This time I'm pacing it. I only stay on the treadmill for 30 minutes and follow the running schedule as it's written. I still hate running, but when I did the runs, I felt very successful. It's empowering to know that my 185 pounds of love can do that much and not collapse!
On a funnier note, I have to help you visualize my first run. The day before I went on a date night with Daniel and friends. I wore mascara. I didn't wash it off. I also wore my new contacts that dried my eyes out. In the morning my eyes were red and had really dark circles under them thanks to the lack of sleep and mascara. Life happened and I still had not washed my face. I made it to the gym with the kiddos in tow that evening. I forgot to wear my sports bra. I started running. Thanks to the red eyes with dark circles, I already looked like a druggie. It really was that bad. Then I started running and my bra straps started falling. Now I'm a druggie with falling bra straps. I refused to stop. Did I mention I'm running a 5k? That's what I held on to. Then as I was going into my 5th one minute run, my underwear started falling. I'm doing this to lose weight, but after 4 minutes of running I didn't think I would need new drawers! As I headed into minute six, my bra straps keep trying to fall, my drawers are working their way down and my pants start falling. Add that to my druggie looking eyes and I was a hot mess for my first running session. While I cleaned the treadmill I realized what I sight I must have made and walked out without making eye contact. Normally this would stop me, but instead of getting discouraged I started laughing! What a way to start my new venture. It only gets better from here!
Weight -184
On a funnier note, I have to help you visualize my first run. The day before I went on a date night with Daniel and friends. I wore mascara. I didn't wash it off. I also wore my new contacts that dried my eyes out. In the morning my eyes were red and had really dark circles under them thanks to the lack of sleep and mascara. Life happened and I still had not washed my face. I made it to the gym with the kiddos in tow that evening. I forgot to wear my sports bra. I started running. Thanks to the red eyes with dark circles, I already looked like a druggie. It really was that bad. Then I started running and my bra straps started falling. Now I'm a druggie with falling bra straps. I refused to stop. Did I mention I'm running a 5k? That's what I held on to. Then as I was going into my 5th one minute run, my underwear started falling. I'm doing this to lose weight, but after 4 minutes of running I didn't think I would need new drawers! As I headed into minute six, my bra straps keep trying to fall, my drawers are working their way down and my pants start falling. Add that to my druggie looking eyes and I was a hot mess for my first running session. While I cleaned the treadmill I realized what I sight I must have made and walked out without making eye contact. Normally this would stop me, but instead of getting discouraged I started laughing! What a way to start my new venture. It only gets better from here!
Weight -184
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Couch to 5K
Starting in January, I'm going to train for a 5K. My goal is do my first race in April 2012. I'm going to run 3 days a week until then. Training is going to be key for this little venture. I wish I could say that I'm going to have a great food diet to go along with my new running prowess, but that will take a little more time to put in place. I am going to start lowering my portion sizes in January and avoiding pasta as much as possible. I've given myself the rest of the year as a freebie. I'm eating what I want and not worrying too much about the consequences. It will be hard letting that go, but I want to lose this fat that clings to me. It's dragging me down emotionally and is keeping my confidence down. It's time for me to either accept the weight or do something about. I think you know my choice.
Monday, December 19, 2011
It's Time To Begin Again!
Six months ago, the little man was born and I got rid of all the weight that I gained carrying him. That has left me at 182 pounds. Ugh, I'm fat. And dont' tell me that I'm not. I plugged in my stats on the Weight Watchers sight and they are very honest. Granted they say it a bit nicer. I'm not fat. According to them, I'm obese. Either way, I've got to get healthy and 2012 is the year for that.
I don't think it's going to be easy. I now have four kiddos. They take a lot of time and like a lot of things that cause my hips to expand in ways that tend to jiggle when I giggle! Ha! And I'm a stress eater. Lately it's gotten worse and I'm not sure how I'm going to work around that. On top of that, Ian has not slept through the night for the last few months. He's been doing a little screaming jags intermittently and we can't figure what is going on. That leaves me pretty darn tired throughout the day.
Well, who ever said good things are easy? Not me. I don't get easy often. That's okay though. Here are my goals. I want to get down to 140 pounds. I want to lose at least half of that next year. I want to stop eating when I'm stressed and replace that with exercise or some other healthy activity. I want to run a 5k this summer. I want to lose enough weight to wear my wedding rings again. I refuse to stretch out the rings because that feels like defeat. I want to wear a size 10 in jeans again. I want to wear medium or large shirts again. I want to be comfortable in my own skin.
So I'm back. Once I quit breastfeeding in June, I plan on taking hoodia again. Before I got pregnant, it was the only thing that helped with the stress eating. Until then. I'm not sure how I'm going to make all of the above happen, but I will!
Merry Christmas folks!
I don't think it's going to be easy. I now have four kiddos. They take a lot of time and like a lot of things that cause my hips to expand in ways that tend to jiggle when I giggle! Ha! And I'm a stress eater. Lately it's gotten worse and I'm not sure how I'm going to work around that. On top of that, Ian has not slept through the night for the last few months. He's been doing a little screaming jags intermittently and we can't figure what is going on. That leaves me pretty darn tired throughout the day.
Well, who ever said good things are easy? Not me. I don't get easy often. That's okay though. Here are my goals. I want to get down to 140 pounds. I want to lose at least half of that next year. I want to stop eating when I'm stressed and replace that with exercise or some other healthy activity. I want to run a 5k this summer. I want to lose enough weight to wear my wedding rings again. I refuse to stretch out the rings because that feels like defeat. I want to wear a size 10 in jeans again. I want to wear medium or large shirts again. I want to be comfortable in my own skin.
So I'm back. Once I quit breastfeeding in June, I plan on taking hoodia again. Before I got pregnant, it was the only thing that helped with the stress eating. Until then. I'm not sure how I'm going to make all of the above happen, but I will!
Merry Christmas folks!
Thursday, September 16, 2010
IFinally, A New Post
Well folks, I've been working out. Tonight I'm even going to Zumba. But, I'm not seeing any reduction on the scale. That is pretty disappointing. I wish I could say I've dropped 5 pounds after going to the gym 3-4 times a week, but it's not like that at all. But I'm getting my endurance up and I'm finally getting some muscle definition in my arms, legs and back. That's encouraging and enough to keep me going. Lord willing the weight will follow.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
The Battle Continues
Weight: 177
I hate to say it, but maybe having Daniel in Peru for a week wont be all bad. You see, he's a horrible influence on a dieting woman. This week I fed him smoked salmon pasta in a vodka sauce and chicken and biscuits casserole. I'm addicted to vodka sauce. I can't leave a bowl of pasta alone if it's covered in that sauce. And the biscuits... I have cellulite that is shaped in their image on my hips. It's a sad sight. And I wont discuss the eating out we did. It's just not right.
So even though my on honey is gone, I may be able to lose a few more pounds. I went for a walk in this morning with the kids. I had Brenna in the Kelty backpack carrier and Ashton walked. We stopped at the library to cool down and read a few book. Then we headed home. The kids are asleep and I'm a sweaty mess. Yes, I know you needed to hear that!
I hate to say it, but maybe having Daniel in Peru for a week wont be all bad. You see, he's a horrible influence on a dieting woman. This week I fed him smoked salmon pasta in a vodka sauce and chicken and biscuits casserole. I'm addicted to vodka sauce. I can't leave a bowl of pasta alone if it's covered in that sauce. And the biscuits... I have cellulite that is shaped in their image on my hips. It's a sad sight. And I wont discuss the eating out we did. It's just not right.
So even though my on honey is gone, I may be able to lose a few more pounds. I went for a walk in this morning with the kids. I had Brenna in the Kelty backpack carrier and Ashton walked. We stopped at the library to cool down and read a few book. Then we headed home. The kids are asleep and I'm a sweaty mess. Yes, I know you needed to hear that!
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Woohoo!
Weight 176.4
Oh yeah baby! I'm down to 176.4!!! Well on my way to seeing 175 again. After I had Ashton, I was 166 lbs. Then the mean doctors told me that I needed to get more fat in my milk for Ashton to help him gain weight to match their charts. I tried and gained 10 lbs. Ashton, well he didn't gain squat! So I'm hoping to see that 166, but I'll be okay with 175 this week!
So what am I doing? Well, first and foremost, I'm moving more. Daniel and I are hoping to hit the gym and pool more, but even doing stuff around the house is helping. After that I'm making better choices eating. It's not easy to replace pasta with other stuff, but it's working. Thankfully rice does not have the effect that pasta does on me. It also doesn't taste as good in a summer pasta salad, but who cares. I'm losing weight.
I do hope that some of this loss starts happening around my waste. I'm still not seeing any change in how my pants fit. That's disappointing. But it's slowly coming off my face and some in my chest. That's a good start!
We'll see what tomorrow brings!
Oh yeah baby! I'm down to 176.4!!! Well on my way to seeing 175 again. After I had Ashton, I was 166 lbs. Then the mean doctors told me that I needed to get more fat in my milk for Ashton to help him gain weight to match their charts. I tried and gained 10 lbs. Ashton, well he didn't gain squat! So I'm hoping to see that 166, but I'll be okay with 175 this week!
So what am I doing? Well, first and foremost, I'm moving more. Daniel and I are hoping to hit the gym and pool more, but even doing stuff around the house is helping. After that I'm making better choices eating. It's not easy to replace pasta with other stuff, but it's working. Thankfully rice does not have the effect that pasta does on me. It also doesn't taste as good in a summer pasta salad, but who cares. I'm losing weight.
I do hope that some of this loss starts happening around my waste. I'm still not seeing any change in how my pants fit. That's disappointing. But it's slowly coming off my face and some in my chest. That's a good start!
We'll see what tomorrow brings!
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