04/26/2011
285.2 lbs
Today is a so-so day.
I received some very valid constructive criticism today. It stung. Mostly because it's true.
So I have an established position in my career. I've been in my industry for 7 years which is nothing to balk at. (I hate ending sentences in prepositions, btw.) You all know that mostly I'm clever, charming, witty and fun. Well, I also have a brain and apparently I haven't been showing that feature off enough in the right circles.
You all know I travel. I go to conferences, conventions, meetings, what-have-yous on a very regular basis. I do have a good time, but I don't wimp out of my responsibilities either. I've always gone with the "Work Hard/Play Hard" mentality. It's worked for me up to now, because the same people I was playing hard with, also saw the work hard part. Well, when you're dealing with a "national level" or something bigger than your immediate daily reach, this isn't so much the case. Damn.
I plan on staying in this industry as long as I can. I really want to call it home. I have. I know things and speak as an expert at my home base level, but have what you might call stage fright everywhere else. My safetynet has been socializing. I know, taken on my own, my bright and shiney personality will win anyone over. HOWEVER. I have never felt comfortable to move past that. I feel like a big phony. Actually, I know I am.
I lack confidence.
Shocker, right? I've come a long way in life and have had to deal with many unpleasantries as most everyone who has or ever will come across this blog. I've climbed through, persevered and ended up mostly satisfied with life. The point, though, is that where I thought I had it all figured out was my career. I don't have marriage, I don't have kids, I have career. I'm happy with that choice. But, what happens when that falters? When I realize that I am not as solid in this aspect as I thought. How does it make any other area of my life which desperately needs attention (i.e.: or e.g.: I never know which is the appropriate one to use my weight) have a glimmer of a chance to be successful? There is a bigger picture here which needs to be addressed and, while I've known it for some time, I'm only just realizing it.
My mom came to visit for Easter. It was great to see her. It had been since Christmas. Long time, I know. She does not appreciate self-deprecating humor. So, the joke this weekend was, "I know I'm smart, but I'm kindof an Idiot". It's amazing how versatile that is. And how true. I have a brain and I don't always use it. I'm too old for that. Too established, too. My little criticism today pointed that out.
It could be worse, though.
Last week, I shat myself.
-jafg
Showing posts with label Motivation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Motivation. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Whirlwind Update
03/16/2010
279.6 lbs
That was yesterday's weight. Today...it's a little higher, so I think I'll stick with that.
Kids, SO much has happened in the few weeks I've been gone. Firstly, I saw LDL. Boy, did I see him. A lot. Like many, many, many times. Repeatedly. I saw him. It was good. It was really good. I think you get the point.
Secondly, I haven't hit my gym up with Li'l Bit since being back in town. This is a bad thing. I have managed to lose a few lbs and keep them off since the CHALLENGE last month. This is a good thing. MAC (said challenger and ADVERSARY) is now with child. Shit. I'm SO happy for her, but now the whole percentage of loss thing...totally no longer applicable. Doesn't mean I'm no longer motivated. It just means I have to find someone else to blame for my pain when I exercise. It's always good to have a scapegoat (MAC, I don't think you're a goat...just wanna make that clear).
Holy Followers! I've jumped 5 followers in the few weeks I've been gone. That blows my mind! I am so happy that people like this blog enough to follow it and I've had a steady climb upward, but I've never had such a big jump in numbers before. It's humbling. And, of course, it feeds my ego. Ironic, I know, but it does work both ways.
I have a crazy summer formulating. The next few months have a lot going on socially. Great motivation for keeping on track. Also, lots of reasons to panic a bit since a few involve bathing suits. I can do it, I just have to gear up for it. You know what I mean.
To top everything off, I met someone locally. It's such a new, budding possibility I don't want to talk about it in detail right now. It's confusing because of LDL. But, then again, there's the L-D part of the equation which really sucks. Ugh. I see him again in May. Months between visits is not condusive for growing into anything more than whatever it is we are now.
WTH??? When did my life become so damn complicated????
Oh. Yeah. When sex came back into it.
It is a calorie burner, tho.
-jafg
279.6 lbs
That was yesterday's weight. Today...it's a little higher, so I think I'll stick with that.
Kids, SO much has happened in the few weeks I've been gone. Firstly, I saw LDL. Boy, did I see him. A lot. Like many, many, many times. Repeatedly. I saw him. It was good. It was really good. I think you get the point.
Secondly, I haven't hit my gym up with Li'l Bit since being back in town. This is a bad thing. I have managed to lose a few lbs and keep them off since the CHALLENGE last month. This is a good thing. MAC (said challenger and ADVERSARY) is now with child. Shit. I'm SO happy for her, but now the whole percentage of loss thing...totally no longer applicable. Doesn't mean I'm no longer motivated. It just means I have to find someone else to blame for my pain when I exercise. It's always good to have a scapegoat (MAC, I don't think you're a goat...just wanna make that clear).
Holy Followers! I've jumped 5 followers in the few weeks I've been gone. That blows my mind! I am so happy that people like this blog enough to follow it and I've had a steady climb upward, but I've never had such a big jump in numbers before. It's humbling. And, of course, it feeds my ego. Ironic, I know, but it does work both ways.
I have a crazy summer formulating. The next few months have a lot going on socially. Great motivation for keeping on track. Also, lots of reasons to panic a bit since a few involve bathing suits. I can do it, I just have to gear up for it. You know what I mean.
To top everything off, I met someone locally. It's such a new, budding possibility I don't want to talk about it in detail right now. It's confusing because of LDL. But, then again, there's the L-D part of the equation which really sucks. Ugh. I see him again in May. Months between visits is not condusive for growing into anything more than whatever it is we are now.
WTH??? When did my life become so damn complicated????
Oh. Yeah. When sex came back into it.
It is a calorie burner, tho.
-jafg
Monday, February 21, 2011
I Hate No Pain No Gain.
02/21/2011
283.2 lbs
That is definitely yesterday's weight. I was in such a hurry to be on time this morning (which, might I add, I was 4 minutes early) that I forgot to weigh myself. And I really wanted to, too.
I didn't work out Friday night. I just checked out. I went home and immediately cracked open a beer (which is actually a rarity to have in the house). I just wasn't down with the whole idea of trying to get my ass moving after work. Especially by myself for the first time out of the gate again. It's just one of those things.
I did work out on Saturday, tho. For an hour! With a new workout buddy! She's a new friend, met her in December at a Wine Down Wednesday (half price bottles of wine...I heart Wednesdays)/Birthday Celebration. We were instant BFFs. Anyway, I asked her if she'd be interested in working out with me on Saturday. She said yes! YEA!! So here she comes, all 4'11" of her, (I should tell you, her size or lack there of, does not bother me in the slightest) in a little tennis outfit 'cause she just got done with a clinic. I hop on my favorite elliptical machine, which btw, has a lot more "wear and tear" since the last time I've seen it, poor thing, and she hops on the treadmill beside me.
I do a fairly good incline for 24.43 minutes. At that point, I could feel a heat rash developing in a location I'd rather not disclose right now. I forgot about those. So, I tell her I've had enough elliptical and she says, "we're gonna hit the weights, right?" Sure. I'm thinking that my arms could use a little workout, too. We spend the next 45 minutes on almost every machine in the place. It was awesome. And hillarious. I hope that laughing burns calories, too.
There's this bicep/tricep machine where you have to put your elbows down on this ledge and take these handle things and push the weights down and back. I never used it before. I always skipped it. Well, Little Bit added it to our list of machines to use. It made me discover I have muscles above my elbows. I know this now because they hurt every time I move more than my fingers and wrists. I'm talking pain. Real pain. Still-lingering-it-hurts-to-pick-up-the-phone-and-lift-my-coffee-cup-two-days-later pain. My rash is gone, thank GOD, my legs feel no stress or soreness whatsoever, but DEAR LORD my arms.
I remember that I got sore after workout. I remember feeling like I needed to go to the ER after my first hiphophell class. Don't laugh, I seriously considered it. What I don't remember is the actual feeling of the pain. The soreness every time you move in just the right-or maybe wrong-way and you just want to freeze and never move again.
Of course, freezing is not an option. Lack of motion is why I'm so damn sore in the first place. I know this is the first step [again] in getting healthy, but this is definitely a part of the process I don't like. I did enjoy the sweating, tho. And boy, did I sweat!
So, I'm doing it all again on Tuesday. Yea. Holy Crap. Both sentiments really apply. Little Bit has agreed to work out with me. She's not a gym bunny which is awesome. As a matter of fact, as I drank my mojitos and she drank her mimosas over brunch on Sunday. She was telling me how sore she was, too!
Misery does love Company. Especially when adult beverages are involved.
-jafg
283.2 lbs
That is definitely yesterday's weight. I was in such a hurry to be on time this morning (which, might I add, I was 4 minutes early) that I forgot to weigh myself. And I really wanted to, too.
I didn't work out Friday night. I just checked out. I went home and immediately cracked open a beer (which is actually a rarity to have in the house). I just wasn't down with the whole idea of trying to get my ass moving after work. Especially by myself for the first time out of the gate again. It's just one of those things.
I did work out on Saturday, tho. For an hour! With a new workout buddy! She's a new friend, met her in December at a Wine Down Wednesday (half price bottles of wine...I heart Wednesdays)/Birthday Celebration. We were instant BFFs. Anyway, I asked her if she'd be interested in working out with me on Saturday. She said yes! YEA!! So here she comes, all 4'11" of her, (I should tell you, her size or lack there of, does not bother me in the slightest) in a little tennis outfit 'cause she just got done with a clinic. I hop on my favorite elliptical machine, which btw, has a lot more "wear and tear" since the last time I've seen it, poor thing, and she hops on the treadmill beside me.
I do a fairly good incline for 24.43 minutes. At that point, I could feel a heat rash developing in a location I'd rather not disclose right now. I forgot about those. So, I tell her I've had enough elliptical and she says, "we're gonna hit the weights, right?" Sure. I'm thinking that my arms could use a little workout, too. We spend the next 45 minutes on almost every machine in the place. It was awesome. And hillarious. I hope that laughing burns calories, too.
There's this bicep/tricep machine where you have to put your elbows down on this ledge and take these handle things and push the weights down and back. I never used it before. I always skipped it. Well, Little Bit added it to our list of machines to use. It made me discover I have muscles above my elbows. I know this now because they hurt every time I move more than my fingers and wrists. I'm talking pain. Real pain. Still-lingering-it-hurts-to-pick-up-the-phone-and-lift-my-coffee-cup-two-days-later pain. My rash is gone, thank GOD, my legs feel no stress or soreness whatsoever, but DEAR LORD my arms.
I remember that I got sore after workout. I remember feeling like I needed to go to the ER after my first hiphophell class. Don't laugh, I seriously considered it. What I don't remember is the actual feeling of the pain. The soreness every time you move in just the right-or maybe wrong-way and you just want to freeze and never move again.
Of course, freezing is not an option. Lack of motion is why I'm so damn sore in the first place. I know this is the first step [again] in getting healthy, but this is definitely a part of the process I don't like. I did enjoy the sweating, tho. And boy, did I sweat!
So, I'm doing it all again on Tuesday. Yea. Holy Crap. Both sentiments really apply. Little Bit has agreed to work out with me. She's not a gym bunny which is awesome. As a matter of fact, as I drank my mojitos and she drank her mimosas over brunch on Sunday. She was telling me how sore she was, too!
Misery does love Company. Especially when adult beverages are involved.
-jafg
Friday, February 18, 2011
Back In The Saddle Again
02/18/2011
283.8 lbs
That was from like two days ago. Or maybe yesterday.
My ass is flat. And I mean very, very flat. We're talking square pizzabox flat. I've been thinking about this a lot lately. Usually about this time (2:00 in the afternoon on a workday) I really start thinking about it. Most of the time I realize that I haven't stood to go to the bathroom, go to the printer or even go to get another cup of coffee. This is ungood. As a matter of fact, it's painful. My ass literally starts aching because I've been sitting on it for so long.
So I got a nudge this morning from one of my real life friends who has been allowed into the JAFG secret world. She reminds me that I've got people that actually do read this blog and that I have been neglecting it. Which has been quite a few times this year. She just had a baby. Well just = six months ago.
We got to chatting about how I had a dry spell on blog topics and that the only thing going on was my frustration on the fact that I wasn't exercising. No one to blame but me. It's been bothering me. I suck. Blah Blah Blah. Well, anyway, she's talking about her baby weight that she refers to as her "dog jowels" (I don't quite get that, but I also didn't ask her to elaborate). Now, mind you, I've seen FB pictures of the girl and she looks lovely. I tell her so. She says she's become a "Master At Camoflauge". MAC said "if I put HALF the effort into actually changing my body instead of hiding it - I'd be in a much better place". Amen, Sistah.
Oh. I should tell you this is all through Messenger which is like online instant texting.
So, being the good friend that I am, I offer to be a "workout inspire-er". She responds at almost the same time with the word ADVERSARY. The gauntlet was thrown down, my friends. The challenge was issued.
We both have access to Gyms and weights. Her weights just happen to come in the form of a mini-human, which I do believe counts for the purpose of competition.MAC and I live about an hour and a half apart so I don't see her all the time. Actually, I see her like 3-4 times a year. We're going to be in Big Southern City in early June and have made that the official "Finish Line". Not that I'll lose all the weight I need to by then, of course, but we're gonna see how much we can do to ourselves (in a positive way) by that time.
Since we don't live close by there's no working out in the same room at the same time which is kinda a bummer. Right now, I have no workout buddy. BB is officially married now and the newlywed version of her is WAAAYYYY different than the fiancee version. That's another story, though. SAG spends all her time either playing tennis or going to sporting events. She's never available (in her defense, her tennis team did make it to the national championships last year). So, I will be working out alone. Starting tonight.
I know my ass is happy about getting some workout and, let's face it, I need to limber up a bit for a certain visit in two weeks (wink, wink). So, I committed to 30 minutes for the elliptical. I also may be meeting a friend out for a beer afterward. I hope they don't cancel each other out.
I am going visit Concierge Gym on Saturday, too. I will even try the weights then. Eee. Gad. I wonder what taking a half a xanax will do to a workout? I have serious anxiety about walking into a gym alone. And since it's been so long, I have to face that anxiety all over again like I've never conquered it before. Well, It's all good. I'll face my fear and will come out the other side feeling damn good. And maybe that won't have anything to do with the xanax.
Oh. If you look up ADVERSARY through Google Search, this is what comes up first:
ad·ver·sar·y/ˈadvərˌserē/Noun
1. One's opponent in a contest, conflict, or dispute.
2. The Devil.
MAC, I'm picking Option 2.
-jafg
283.8 lbs
That was from like two days ago. Or maybe yesterday.
My ass is flat. And I mean very, very flat. We're talking square pizzabox flat. I've been thinking about this a lot lately. Usually about this time (2:00 in the afternoon on a workday) I really start thinking about it. Most of the time I realize that I haven't stood to go to the bathroom, go to the printer or even go to get another cup of coffee. This is ungood. As a matter of fact, it's painful. My ass literally starts aching because I've been sitting on it for so long.
So I got a nudge this morning from one of my real life friends who has been allowed into the JAFG secret world. She reminds me that I've got people that actually do read this blog and that I have been neglecting it. Which has been quite a few times this year. She just had a baby. Well just = six months ago.
We got to chatting about how I had a dry spell on blog topics and that the only thing going on was my frustration on the fact that I wasn't exercising. No one to blame but me. It's been bothering me. I suck. Blah Blah Blah. Well, anyway, she's talking about her baby weight that she refers to as her "dog jowels" (I don't quite get that, but I also didn't ask her to elaborate). Now, mind you, I've seen FB pictures of the girl and she looks lovely. I tell her so. She says she's become a "Master At Camoflauge". MAC said "if I put HALF the effort into actually changing my body instead of hiding it - I'd be in a much better place". Amen, Sistah.
Oh. I should tell you this is all through Messenger which is like online instant texting.
So, being the good friend that I am, I offer to be a "workout inspire-er". She responds at almost the same time with the word ADVERSARY. The gauntlet was thrown down, my friends. The challenge was issued.
We both have access to Gyms and weights. Her weights just happen to come in the form of a mini-human, which I do believe counts for the purpose of competition.MAC and I live about an hour and a half apart so I don't see her all the time. Actually, I see her like 3-4 times a year. We're going to be in Big Southern City in early June and have made that the official "Finish Line". Not that I'll lose all the weight I need to by then, of course, but we're gonna see how much we can do to ourselves (in a positive way) by that time.
Since we don't live close by there's no working out in the same room at the same time which is kinda a bummer. Right now, I have no workout buddy. BB is officially married now and the newlywed version of her is WAAAYYYY different than the fiancee version. That's another story, though. SAG spends all her time either playing tennis or going to sporting events. She's never available (in her defense, her tennis team did make it to the national championships last year). So, I will be working out alone. Starting tonight.
I know my ass is happy about getting some workout and, let's face it, I need to limber up a bit for a certain visit in two weeks (wink, wink). So, I committed to 30 minutes for the elliptical. I also may be meeting a friend out for a beer afterward. I hope they don't cancel each other out.
I am going visit Concierge Gym on Saturday, too. I will even try the weights then. Eee. Gad. I wonder what taking a half a xanax will do to a workout? I have serious anxiety about walking into a gym alone. And since it's been so long, I have to face that anxiety all over again like I've never conquered it before. Well, It's all good. I'll face my fear and will come out the other side feeling damn good. And maybe that won't have anything to do with the xanax.
Oh. If you look up ADVERSARY through Google Search, this is what comes up first:
ad·ver·sar·y/ˈadvərˌserē/Noun
1. One's opponent in a contest, conflict, or dispute.
2. The Devil.
MAC, I'm picking Option 2.
-jafg
Monday, August 16, 2010
An Unexpected Turn
04/16/10
276.2 lbs
Ok. For the record: Saturday morning said 273.6 lbs and Sunday afternoon said 273.0 lbs. To say this morning was a disappointment would be an understatement. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the box of macaroni and cheese I ate for dinner last night or the gallon or so of Royal Flush shots consumed over the weekend.
Anyway, I wanted to show it to you that it's been on a steady downward trend since I started back up in March. I've been living healthy, relatively speaking, for 5 months and have lost 20-23 lbs. It could have been more had I been really sticking to things. I mean really staying on task. However.
I have been looking at this whole thing as a change in my life. I'm living differently. I'm not on a diet. I am eating healthy food, not diet food (I don't buy into the whole "fat-free" marketing. I believe natural is better. Ingredients are more important than nutritional info to me. Having said that, I heart I Can't Believe It's Not Butter spray.) I am exercising. I'm trying to drink more water.
I also eat pizza and boxed macaroni 'n' cheese. I drink my fair share of adult beverages. I opt to stay in my PJs and watch movies all day instead of exercising. Basically, I'm living a normal life. I'm living a lifestyle that I can maintain and isn't unduly burdensome to me. Well, exercising is almost always annoying. But that aside, I know I've got a path set in front of me that works. For me.
I have no idea why my blog took this path today. Perhaps it's because I saw a 3 lb jump on the scale. Or maybe because I'm still hung over and a bit pensive. I dunno. I had a hell of a weekend and will be sharing as much of the details that I dare for your reading pleasure tomorrow.
I will also be in touch with all my VWBs and working out again this week.
Well. Starting tomorrow.
-jafg
276.2 lbs
Ok. For the record: Saturday morning said 273.6 lbs and Sunday afternoon said 273.0 lbs. To say this morning was a disappointment would be an understatement. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the box of macaroni and cheese I ate for dinner last night or the gallon or so of Royal Flush shots consumed over the weekend.
You know I have a little weight tracker at the bottom of my blog. I doubt it gets any facetime because, well, it's at the bottom of my blog. Esthetically speaking it's the best place for it; however, it really isn't when it comes to viewability.
I have been looking at this whole thing as a change in my life. I'm living differently. I'm not on a diet. I am eating healthy food, not diet food (I don't buy into the whole "fat-free" marketing. I believe natural is better. Ingredients are more important than nutritional info to me. Having said that, I heart I Can't Believe It's Not Butter spray.) I am exercising. I'm trying to drink more water.
I also eat pizza and boxed macaroni 'n' cheese. I drink my fair share of adult beverages. I opt to stay in my PJs and watch movies all day instead of exercising. Basically, I'm living a normal life. I'm living a lifestyle that I can maintain and isn't unduly burdensome to me. Well, exercising is almost always annoying. But that aside, I know I've got a path set in front of me that works. For me.
I have no idea why my blog took this path today. Perhaps it's because I saw a 3 lb jump on the scale. Or maybe because I'm still hung over and a bit pensive. I dunno. I had a hell of a weekend and will be sharing as much of the details that I dare for your reading pleasure tomorrow.
I will also be in touch with all my VWBs and working out again this week.
Well. Starting tomorrow.
-jafg
Friday, August 13, 2010
Failure Is Not An Option Except in Fashion
08/13/10
275.5 lbs
I had that coming. Without regaling you with all the gory details, I consumed about 2400 calories yesterday and had no extracurricular activities. Half of those were after 8:00pm. Shame on me.
Happy Friday The 13th, Y'all! Let the good times roll! The bachelorette party is this weekend. It kicks off tomorrow at 10:00am when we hit the road and goes until we come home Sunday afternoon. I may be a little concerned. SAG and I went out and bought party favors for the evening. Cheesey little things that will totally make us all the cliche of the evening. It is going to be SO much fun! I even bought some new clothes.
I went to three stores last night: Avenue, Steinmart and Kohl's. I struck out at Avenue. More times than not, I do. But, they've got cheap big-girl clothes and when they work, they really work. I tried a lot of clothes on and this is the first time I've done that since my 20 lb drop. I hit my closet up and have a few new things that work great, but I haven't gone shopping. This was a pleasant surprise. I can almost fit comfortably in 22/24 clothes. I was pushing a 28. Twenty. Eight. Sheesh.
I can get the clothes on, but they are still snug enough that they don't pass the sit-down test. When I try a top I always have to sit down. If it looks good when I'm sitting (refering to the jiggle in the middle) then the top is a keeper. If it doesn't and I'm not going to be standing all night, well, I don't buy it. Same goes with pants.
Anyway. I wanted to tell you all that I even tried on a dress. I haven't worn a dress since I was forced to wear one as MOH for BFF's wedding in 2005. That's also the lowest I can remember my weight in a long time being 265 lbs. And since it was a Bridesmaid dress, I don't know that it counts. Well, I really want to wear a dress for BB and Her Beau's wedding in early October. So I figured I better try one on and see what it looks like. It wasn't for the wedding, it was just for casual wear. It was like a tanktop with wide straps at the top. Just below the bust line it had a large elastic-gathered band (same material, just all gathered and elasticized) and then the material fell to just below my knee. It was a 22/24. A bit snug really. While everything did work, I needed a size larger for the elastic. The way it fell made me look 20 months pregnant. Ungood. I wasn't discouraged because I actually got a 22/24 on my body. Anyway, after an hour I walked out of Avenue empty-handed and headed to Steinmart.
Steinmart was so much more productive and was less time. I was also more willing to pick up smaller sized clothings this trip. It's usually hard to find anything there because they only go to 24 or 3x. I've gotten 3x tops but never found anything else of interest or that would work. Well...this time I found several tops and even a dress that had great wedding potential. It was a 24, but I figured if it worked but was just a little snug, I'd still get it anyway. I went to the dressing room with all my found treasures--we're talking a serious armful here--and the freakin place was under construction and therefore not available. Damnit. So, I reviewed everything I had and kept the dress and two tops. I'd try everyting on at home and take back what didn't work. One of the two tops is a sure thing, the other is going to the alterations today to see if they can do a quick change on it and the dress is a no go. Simply put, I didn't fill it out where I should and did where I shouldn't. Bygones.
Kohl's was good too. I found a shirt that flattered my bustline like nothing ever has before. It is made to fall perfectly in the back and front while it is a plunging neckline and hugs The Girls. I felt sexy in this top. The only thing is it doesn't pass the sit-down test. It will, but I have to fidgit around quite a bit to make it happen. Plus I've decided to wear a pair of black capris which are slightly too tight in the waist (will help prevent overeating and they look very flattering when I stand) so the combination may be too much. I bought it anyway. I want to wear this top SO bad this weekend. I just don't want to be one of those fat girls who wears skin-tight clothes and has rolls hanging out everywhere. You know which ones I'm talking about. I mean, I am all about loving yourself and being comfortable in your own skin, but there is such a thing as fashion sense. Come on, already! Look in a mirror and get a clue.
If I decide that the combination is a no-go, well, I can take solice in the fact that I will be able to wear it in the very near future. Very near. Like on my trip to Chicago in October. Woohoo!
As I look back over the past two weeks I realize a lot of what I've been reading and even in my own experience is about not meeting challenges either set forth by ourselves or others have given us. Failing. I've been saying there is no such thing as Failing, it's just modified planning.
After my little rant about fat girls and too-tight clothes...I stand corrected.
-jafg
275.5 lbs
I had that coming. Without regaling you with all the gory details, I consumed about 2400 calories yesterday and had no extracurricular activities. Half of those were after 8:00pm. Shame on me.
Happy Friday The 13th, Y'all! Let the good times roll! The bachelorette party is this weekend. It kicks off tomorrow at 10:00am when we hit the road and goes until we come home Sunday afternoon. I may be a little concerned. SAG and I went out and bought party favors for the evening. Cheesey little things that will totally make us all the cliche of the evening. It is going to be SO much fun! I even bought some new clothes.
I went to three stores last night: Avenue, Steinmart and Kohl's. I struck out at Avenue. More times than not, I do. But, they've got cheap big-girl clothes and when they work, they really work. I tried a lot of clothes on and this is the first time I've done that since my 20 lb drop. I hit my closet up and have a few new things that work great, but I haven't gone shopping. This was a pleasant surprise. I can almost fit comfortably in 22/24 clothes. I was pushing a 28. Twenty. Eight. Sheesh.
I can get the clothes on, but they are still snug enough that they don't pass the sit-down test. When I try a top I always have to sit down. If it looks good when I'm sitting (refering to the jiggle in the middle) then the top is a keeper. If it doesn't and I'm not going to be standing all night, well, I don't buy it. Same goes with pants.
Anyway. I wanted to tell you all that I even tried on a dress. I haven't worn a dress since I was forced to wear one as MOH for BFF's wedding in 2005. That's also the lowest I can remember my weight in a long time being 265 lbs. And since it was a Bridesmaid dress, I don't know that it counts. Well, I really want to wear a dress for BB and Her Beau's wedding in early October. So I figured I better try one on and see what it looks like. It wasn't for the wedding, it was just for casual wear. It was like a tanktop with wide straps at the top. Just below the bust line it had a large elastic-gathered band (same material, just all gathered and elasticized) and then the material fell to just below my knee. It was a 22/24. A bit snug really. While everything did work, I needed a size larger for the elastic. The way it fell made me look 20 months pregnant. Ungood. I wasn't discouraged because I actually got a 22/24 on my body. Anyway, after an hour I walked out of Avenue empty-handed and headed to Steinmart.
Steinmart was so much more productive and was less time. I was also more willing to pick up smaller sized clothings this trip. It's usually hard to find anything there because they only go to 24 or 3x. I've gotten 3x tops but never found anything else of interest or that would work. Well...this time I found several tops and even a dress that had great wedding potential. It was a 24, but I figured if it worked but was just a little snug, I'd still get it anyway. I went to the dressing room with all my found treasures--we're talking a serious armful here--and the freakin place was under construction and therefore not available. Damnit. So, I reviewed everything I had and kept the dress and two tops. I'd try everyting on at home and take back what didn't work. One of the two tops is a sure thing, the other is going to the alterations today to see if they can do a quick change on it and the dress is a no go. Simply put, I didn't fill it out where I should and did where I shouldn't. Bygones.
Kohl's was good too. I found a shirt that flattered my bustline like nothing ever has before. It is made to fall perfectly in the back and front while it is a plunging neckline and hugs The Girls. I felt sexy in this top. The only thing is it doesn't pass the sit-down test. It will, but I have to fidgit around quite a bit to make it happen. Plus I've decided to wear a pair of black capris which are slightly too tight in the waist (will help prevent overeating and they look very flattering when I stand) so the combination may be too much. I bought it anyway. I want to wear this top SO bad this weekend. I just don't want to be one of those fat girls who wears skin-tight clothes and has rolls hanging out everywhere. You know which ones I'm talking about. I mean, I am all about loving yourself and being comfortable in your own skin, but there is such a thing as fashion sense. Come on, already! Look in a mirror and get a clue.
If I decide that the combination is a no-go, well, I can take solice in the fact that I will be able to wear it in the very near future. Very near. Like on my trip to Chicago in October. Woohoo!
As I look back over the past two weeks I realize a lot of what I've been reading and even in my own experience is about not meeting challenges either set forth by ourselves or others have given us. Failing. I've been saying there is no such thing as Failing, it's just modified planning.
After my little rant about fat girls and too-tight clothes...I stand corrected.
-jafg
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Inspiration Station
08/12/10
274.8 lbs
Yippee!!
I'm not your typical girl when it comes to movies and tv shows. I love a good action flick and weirdo sci-fi/fantastical stuff. I'm not all D&D, but I loved LOTR. That's Lord of the Rings. I don't dress up as weird characters but I waited in line 2 hours for the opening day of X-Men X2. So what's my point, here. My point is Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
That's a reference to a now cancelled NBC show called Heroes. The show died after it's fourth season-I stopped watching it about 2 episodes into that season btw-but the series' overall storyline is the subject for our discussion today: Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
You know I have my VWBs. Well, today I was chitchatting with Roxie and she said a little something to me that just resonated in my brain like one of those Tibetan Singing Bowls. She said "You are such a good cheerleader". It got me thinking. Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
We're all cheerleaders! We all need each other to encourage us on our good days (just take a look at my weight again!) and our bad days. We need to encourage as much as we need encouragement. Or Inspiration, if you will. Imagine if everyday there was someone telling someone else some words that helped them get though even 5 minutes of something hard. Could be emotional, could be physical, could be mental. I'm not just talking weight loss here, but it's definitely included. Imagine if YOU had someone telling you some Inspiring words everyday. Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
Get it? You're the cheerleader. I'm the cheerleader. Everybody's the cheerleader. Think about a 5k or a marathon run. Think about those water stations; those very important lifeline-like water stations. Runners need those to continue on course. Now think of yourself as that virtual water station and everyone you meet today as a runner (whether in the healthy-weightloss-world or not). Give 'em a big dose of Inspiration. And maybe a little water'd be good, too. You never know which Cheerleader you may be saving by being a Cheerleader yourself.
-jafg
274.8 lbs
Yippee!!
I'm not your typical girl when it comes to movies and tv shows. I love a good action flick and weirdo sci-fi/fantastical stuff. I'm not all D&D, but I loved LOTR. That's Lord of the Rings. I don't dress up as weird characters but I waited in line 2 hours for the opening day of X-Men X2. So what's my point, here. My point is Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
That's a reference to a now cancelled NBC show called Heroes. The show died after it's fourth season-I stopped watching it about 2 episodes into that season btw-but the series' overall storyline is the subject for our discussion today: Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
You know I have my VWBs. Well, today I was chitchatting with Roxie and she said a little something to me that just resonated in my brain like one of those Tibetan Singing Bowls. She said "You are such a good cheerleader". It got me thinking. Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
We're all cheerleaders! We all need each other to encourage us on our good days (just take a look at my weight again!) and our bad days. We need to encourage as much as we need encouragement. Or Inspiration, if you will. Imagine if everyday there was someone telling someone else some words that helped them get though even 5 minutes of something hard. Could be emotional, could be physical, could be mental. I'm not just talking weight loss here, but it's definitely included. Imagine if YOU had someone telling you some Inspiring words everyday. Save the Cheerleader, Save the World.
Get it? You're the cheerleader. I'm the cheerleader. Everybody's the cheerleader. Think about a 5k or a marathon run. Think about those water stations; those very important lifeline-like water stations. Runners need those to continue on course. Now think of yourself as that virtual water station and everyone you meet today as a runner (whether in the healthy-weightloss-world or not). Give 'em a big dose of Inspiration. And maybe a little water'd be good, too. You never know which Cheerleader you may be saving by being a Cheerleader yourself.Ra Ra Ree and Stuff!
-jafg
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Good Evening
08/11/10
274.6 lbs
I just thought that I'd login real quick like and share this info with you.
I'm sure in the morning it'll be a little higher, but I saw it on the scale none the less.
I checked it twice.
-jafg
274.6 lbs
I just thought that I'd login real quick like and share this info with you.
I'm sure in the morning it'll be a little higher, but I saw it on the scale none the less.
I checked it twice.
-jafg
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Cardio Class: Code For Coronary
08/04/10
280.0 lbs
At least it's moving in the right direction again.
So get this. I'm working on day three of a personal 7 day challenge that I haven't really told anyone about. I'm doing my own form of my own boot camp. I've got my VWBs which are helping me stay motivated. "What's this challenge?" I hear you ask. Well, I am making myself do some form of exercise every day for 7 days. I am trying to capture at least 30 minutes dedicated to movement solely for the sake of getting some form of physical activity and calorie burn. I'm calling it my "It's a whopping 30 minutes of your life" challenge. Actually, I stole that title from Kimert. Shetexted wexted that to me as motivation on Monday. I love it.
I woke up Monday and today and did crunches. Twenty each time. I did bicycle things which really is just as hard for me as crunches. Maybe harder because I only have the stamina to do 5 sets. Monday night I did 20 minutes on the elliptical. Last night I did 40-45 minutes of a seriously intense Cardio workout. Angela Pea did her C25K power walking training (hey, I just realized I did that, too, in my class!). Wetexted wexted a bit; me telling her I'm dying, her telling me I'm not. Stuff like that. It really is great having someone out there you know is rooting for you at that very minute. My very own jafg cheerleader. And, in turn, I'm cheering for my VWBs, too!
This Cardio class is worse than Hip Hop Hell class. Seriously. It's full blown exercising. This is the first time I've done this since, well, ever. Or at least since elementary school.
I'm talking sprinting, running, jogging, skipping. All things, by the way, I did not do. I faithfully walked at the fastest speed I could without tripping over my feet. Additionally, we had to do jumping jacks. If I do jumping jacks, like real ones, I'd throw my back out because of my bouncing belly. Yeah. I'm not kidding. But, I did a psuedo jump of sorts and kept my arms and legs moving. We did front kicks. We did back kicks. We did side kicks. My hip joints are sore today. And so are my upper thighs. It kinda hurts to stand up from a sitting position. But I'm not complaining.
I wanted to throw in the towel no less than tree times. Well, on the third time I actually did leave. But I'll get to that. The instructor came over personally to talk to me "off mic" twice to make sure I was "doing okay". That's never happened before. When we took our pulse count (mine was 28 and a 1/2) she looked right at me to say "It shouldn't be over 30! If it's over 30, be sure to keep those arms below your heart!" I don't know if anyone else noticed where she was looking, but I did. At one point, in between the the second time I almost left and the time I did leave, she says "Make sure if you're leaving you wave good-bye! That way I know you're okay." Hmm.
We also had to do arm lifts with a weight bar. WHILE WE WALKED. FAST. I picked the lightest one they had: a 9 lb-er. Oh. We did arm curls with them, too. I've got sore upper arms which I am totally loving in a sick way. Once she started with the lunges-the ones where you completely touch your knee to the floor-with the weight bars I knew it was time to go. Fortunately, I had given the class 42.5 minutes (give or take 2.5 minutes) of my life. Whew.
Oh. I didn't wave when I left. I hope she's still wondering.
I am pleased to report I was able to provide a little motivation Kimert's way (also, you should know, I've totally been misspelling her name. It's one "M", not two).
I love my interations with my VWBs. I feel like a Wonder Twin. One of 5, actually. It's like we all raise our phones in the air andtext wext "Wonder Twin Powers: ACTIVATE!"
Form of ... "Death by Cardio Class".
I'm SO going back next week.
-jafg
280.0 lbs
At least it's moving in the right direction again.
So get this. I'm working on day three of a personal 7 day challenge that I haven't really told anyone about. I'm doing my own form of my own boot camp. I've got my VWBs which are helping me stay motivated. "What's this challenge?" I hear you ask. Well, I am making myself do some form of exercise every day for 7 days. I am trying to capture at least 30 minutes dedicated to movement solely for the sake of getting some form of physical activity and calorie burn. I'm calling it my "It's a whopping 30 minutes of your life" challenge. Actually, I stole that title from Kimert. She
I woke up Monday and today and did crunches. Twenty each time. I did bicycle things which really is just as hard for me as crunches. Maybe harder because I only have the stamina to do 5 sets. Monday night I did 20 minutes on the elliptical. Last night I did 40-45 minutes of a seriously intense Cardio workout. Angela Pea did her C25K power walking training (hey, I just realized I did that, too, in my class!). We
I'm talking sprinting, running, jogging, skipping. All things, by the way, I did not do. I faithfully walked at the fastest speed I could without tripping over my feet. Additionally, we had to do jumping jacks. If I do jumping jacks, like real ones, I'd throw my back out because of my bouncing belly. Yeah. I'm not kidding. But, I did a psuedo jump of sorts and kept my arms and legs moving. We did front kicks. We did back kicks. We did side kicks. My hip joints are sore today. And so are my upper thighs. It kinda hurts to stand up from a sitting position. But I'm not complaining.
I wanted to throw in the towel no less than tree times. Well, on the third time I actually did leave. But I'll get to that. The instructor came over personally to talk to me "off mic" twice to make sure I was "doing okay". That's never happened before. When we took our pulse count (mine was 28 and a 1/2) she looked right at me to say "It shouldn't be over 30! If it's over 30, be sure to keep those arms below your heart!" I don't know if anyone else noticed where she was looking, but I did. At one point, in between the the second time I almost left and the time I did leave, she says "Make sure if you're leaving you wave good-bye! That way I know you're okay." Hmm.
We also had to do arm lifts with a weight bar. WHILE WE WALKED. FAST. I picked the lightest one they had: a 9 lb-er. Oh. We did arm curls with them, too. I've got sore upper arms which I am totally loving in a sick way. Once she started with the lunges-the ones where you completely touch your knee to the floor-with the weight bars I knew it was time to go. Fortunately, I had given the class 42.5 minutes (give or take 2.5 minutes) of my life. Whew.
Oh. I didn't wave when I left. I hope she's still wondering.
I am pleased to report I was able to provide a little motivation Kimert's way (also, you should know, I've totally been misspelling her name. It's one "M", not two).
I love my interations with my VWBs. I feel like a Wonder Twin. One of 5, actually. It's like we all raise our phones in the air and
Form of ... "Death by Cardio Class".
I'm SO going back next week.
-jafg
Monday, August 2, 2010
My Girl Friday
08/02/10
281.6 lbs
>:o|.
So, it's a good thing I wasn't lying about The Game Plan. I got a lot of responses from that little teaser post.
I also got a lot of responses from Help Wanted. I want to thank each of you on the feedback on my dating bio. I made some recommended changes and we'll see how it goes. I signed up for three months. 90 days should be enough to tell me if it's working. I'll be sure to share all the lovely ups and downs of that experience. Who Knows. Maybe it'll lead to another blog.
Well. I want to begin by saying that having followers is inspirational. Having commenters is, like, unbelieveable. My interaction with my Tweeple is always heartwarming and fun. I count you all as my support system and it's so great to know you're out there cheering me on. I'm cheering for you too! (Even though I did lose a follower over the weekend. Sadface.)
But, sometimes I need a little bit more. Which is why I sent out the bat signal last week. What I need is someone(s) to prod me with a cattle poker and make sure I'm getting off my ass when I'm supposed to. That means in the morning when I'd rather be in bed, or at night when I'd rather be watching TV. Or you know, all the other times I need that motivation. SAG is very wrapped up in tennis (she does all these tourneys which is great for her, but she never works out at the gym now) and BB is wrapped up with wedding stuff and is working out with Her Beau. That leaves me with myself. And between you and me, I can rationalize my way out of anything. And I mean Anything.
Well that leads us up to The Game Plan. I'd like to introduce you to Team JAFG. Please say hello to my little friends!
My Gal Tuesday
281.6 lbs
>:o|.
So, it's a good thing I wasn't lying about The Game Plan. I got a lot of responses from that little teaser post.
I also got a lot of responses from Help Wanted. I want to thank each of you on the feedback on my dating bio. I made some recommended changes and we'll see how it goes. I signed up for three months. 90 days should be enough to tell me if it's working. I'll be sure to share all the lovely ups and downs of that experience. Who Knows. Maybe it'll lead to another blog.
Well. I want to begin by saying that having followers is inspirational. Having commenters is, like, unbelieveable. My interaction with my Tweeple is always heartwarming and fun. I count you all as my support system and it's so great to know you're out there cheering me on. I'm cheering for you too! (Even though I did lose a follower over the weekend. Sadface.)
But, sometimes I need a little bit more. Which is why I sent out the bat signal last week. What I need is someone(s) to prod me with a cattle poker and make sure I'm getting off my ass when I'm supposed to. That means in the morning when I'd rather be in bed, or at night when I'd rather be watching TV. Or you know, all the other times I need that motivation. SAG is very wrapped up in tennis (she does all these tourneys which is great for her, but she never works out at the gym now) and BB is wrapped up with wedding stuff and is working out with Her Beau. That leaves me with myself. And between you and me, I can rationalize my way out of anything. And I mean Anything.
Well that leads us up to The Game Plan. I'd like to introduce you to Team JAFG. Please say hello to my little friends!
My Gal Monday
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| Kimmert http://anotherrunningmom.blogspot.com/ |
My Gal Tuesday
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| Angela Pea http://ktf-skinnyme.blogspot.com/ |
My Gal Wednesday
My Gal Thursday
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| Roxie http://theroxieproject.blogspot.com/ |
These beauties are my virtual workout buddies (henceforth known as VWBs). I was hoping for one and I got four! That's one for every workout. I'm giving each VWB my cell number and my name and we're doing real time one on one support. There are still some details to work out. Scheduling, Planning, Emailling and whatnots. As a matter of fact, Kimmert and I started this morning. We decided on 5:45am morning workout. Well, it turns out that Kimmert's 5:45 is about an hour before mine is. "How?" you ask? Well, she's an Eastern girl and I'm a Central girl. Fortunately, I slept through her first text. It's quite funny really.
Let's talk about that weight you see up there. I ate food like it was facing extinction this weekend. Friday night I had BBQ for takeout. Saturday, I hit up fast food breakfast and then went to a wedding Saturday night. A Catholic Wedding. At 7:00pm. With an open bar. We left the reception (which had a shrimp and grits bar among other things) around 11:30 and hit an "after party". It was at a neighborhood hang out. It's always great to show up to one of those places all dressed up in about 4 cars. We stayed there until it closed and then a smaller group headed to an "after hours" place. Needless to say, I didn't get home until after 4:00am (which, btw, would be 5:00am Kimmert time). I don't know if I told you this before, but I have a party rule: If you're home before 4:00am it's still the night before; if you're home after 4:00am it's the next day. I didn't know I still had it in me to be honest.
A night of one too many leads to a day of poor eating choices. You may not understand this, but that's ok; you don't really need to. My Hangover required two things: A breakfast burrito and a creamy milky something. I opted for a milkshake. When you feel like I did, you have to listen to what Hangover wants. And then, a nap (read as coma) with Kitty on the couch and then a creamy pasta dish from Macaroni Grill for dinner. YIKES. I am choosing not to think about the calories and saturated fat content of all the digestables I had. Actually I don't have to. I simply had to get on the scale this morning.
I'm not beating myself up because I did get up this morning. It wasn't exactly 5:45. After realizing that Kimmert had already done her workout before God was awake, I rationalized myself to sleep until 6:45. Then I laid in bed with open eyeballs and finally forced myself up 10 minutes later (6:55am). I knew I didn't have time for my 30 minutes of Elliptical. I didn't puss out though. I made myself do something that I never never ever do. I did crunches. Twenty of those bastards. I have so much junk in my front-trunk that I forget I even have abdominal muscles so this has been a real shock to the system. I then did 5 pushups. Yes, they were girl push-ups or "Pink Push-ups" as I like to call them, but still, I did them. And then I did these 5 bicycle exercise things. It's where you're on your back and you lift your legs up like you'd be sitting on a bike. You then push one leg straight leaving the other at a 90* angle. You hold the position for like 10 seconds and then you rotate legs. Two leg movements one count. It's a lot harder than you may realize. My thigh muscles are talking to me a bit this afternoon.
Since Angela Pea and I both use the YMCA for our gyms, she's my gym VWB. That way, I can text her from the class and not feel like I'm all alone in that big scary room. It'll be on Tuesdays after work. My choices are Body Pump or Cardioenergy. Truth be told, I'm a little scared of both of these. They sound like a real ass kicker. I'm open to suggestions on which of the two I should take. I'm also going to wear a sleeveless shirt. Maybe.
I'm still working out the details about Wednesday and Thursday (pretty much those two gals are learning about their official team placement through this blog...Hi Ladies!). Amanda as indicated something about weights and resistance training. I have those circuit machines that perhaps we can work out a routine on.
This doesn't mean that I'm only in contact with my VWBs on the assigned days. Oh no. We'll be in contact on a very regular basis. Via texts, emails, what-have-yous. This just helps me really stay on track and keep the variety going.
You may be wondering about the other days of the week. Well, when I was exercising before I didn't have a problem getting to the Concierge Gym on Saturday or Sunday. Which brings me to
My pants fit too tightly not to.
-jafg
Let's talk about that weight you see up there. I ate food like it was facing extinction this weekend. Friday night I had BBQ for takeout. Saturday, I hit up fast food breakfast and then went to a wedding Saturday night. A Catholic Wedding. At 7:00pm. With an open bar. We left the reception (which had a shrimp and grits bar among other things) around 11:30 and hit an "after party". It was at a neighborhood hang out. It's always great to show up to one of those places all dressed up in about 4 cars. We stayed there until it closed and then a smaller group headed to an "after hours" place. Needless to say, I didn't get home until after 4:00am (which, btw, would be 5:00am Kimmert time). I don't know if I told you this before, but I have a party rule: If you're home before 4:00am it's still the night before; if you're home after 4:00am it's the next day. I didn't know I still had it in me to be honest.
A night of one too many leads to a day of poor eating choices. You may not understand this, but that's ok; you don't really need to. My Hangover required two things: A breakfast burrito and a creamy milky something. I opted for a milkshake. When you feel like I did, you have to listen to what Hangover wants. And then, a nap (read as coma) with Kitty on the couch and then a creamy pasta dish from Macaroni Grill for dinner. YIKES. I am choosing not to think about the calories and saturated fat content of all the digestables I had. Actually I don't have to. I simply had to get on the scale this morning.
I'm not beating myself up because I did get up this morning. It wasn't exactly 5:45. After realizing that Kimmert had already done her workout before God was awake, I rationalized myself to sleep until 6:45. Then I laid in bed with open eyeballs and finally forced myself up 10 minutes later (6:55am). I knew I didn't have time for my 30 minutes of Elliptical. I didn't puss out though. I made myself do something that I never never ever do. I did crunches. Twenty of those bastards. I have so much junk in my front-trunk that I forget I even have abdominal muscles so this has been a real shock to the system. I then did 5 pushups. Yes, they were girl push-ups or "Pink Push-ups" as I like to call them, but still, I did them. And then I did these 5 bicycle exercise things. It's where you're on your back and you lift your legs up like you'd be sitting on a bike. You then push one leg straight leaving the other at a 90* angle. You hold the position for like 10 seconds and then you rotate legs. Two leg movements one count. It's a lot harder than you may realize. My thigh muscles are talking to me a bit this afternoon.
Since Angela Pea and I both use the YMCA for our gyms, she's my gym VWB. That way, I can text her from the class and not feel like I'm all alone in that big scary room. It'll be on Tuesdays after work. My choices are Body Pump or Cardioenergy. Truth be told, I'm a little scared of both of these. They sound like a real ass kicker. I'm open to suggestions on which of the two I should take. I'm also going to wear a sleeveless shirt. Maybe.
I'm still working out the details about Wednesday and Thursday (pretty much those two gals are learning about their official team placement through this blog...Hi Ladies!). Amanda as indicated something about weights and resistance training. I have those circuit machines that perhaps we can work out a routine on.
This doesn't mean that I'm only in contact with my VWBs on the assigned days. Oh no. We'll be in contact on a very regular basis. Via texts, emails, what-have-yous. This just helps me really stay on track and keep the variety going.
You may be wondering about the other days of the week. Well, when I was exercising before I didn't have a problem getting to the Concierge Gym on Saturday or Sunday. Which brings me to
My Gal Friday
BB has indicated a workout this evening may be possible so I'm planning on hitting the elliptical tonight.  |
| Me! |
My pants fit too tightly not to.
-jafg
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
What Has Happened...
06/15/10
279.2 lbs
I'm not exactly sure what's happened here. I am exactly sure that I'm none too happy about it.
You should all know by now that I am an avid stalker of Jack Sh*t. I usually talk about him fondly in passing, but today I must dedicate my blog post to his blog post What Would Happen.... Before you read further, please take a moment to read his. It's not extremely wordy so it shouldn't take too long...
Read it already? Ok, you may move forward now.
Close to this time last year, after reading this post I'd be sitting in my chair right now with a serious case of the "What If"s. Today, though, I'm not!
I've committed, I mean really committed to this weightloss journey of mine. How do I know? I know because I make decisions weekly, daily, hourly, even minute-to-minute about my health and weightloss. Sometimes, I don't make the right choices, but I recognize them now, really recognize them, and I take the opportunity to right myself when I am wrong. I realized it isn't a race. There is no finish line.
I've transitioned from the "half-hearted swipe" to an honest effort. I may struggle with 6:00am, but I know it's there now. I go to my Concierge Gym and I use my membership at The Gym with my friends. A "co-ed" gym. That I use. To workout. With boys around. I can honestly say that never and I mean NEVER in a million years would have believed that I would be working out at a gym that I was paying to use. But I do. And I'm happy about it, too.
I have traded those restaurant menus for a little healthy home cooking. I should modify this to say that, even though restaurants haven't left me, I make smarter food choices when I'm out. I think about ingredients. I think about food preparation. I thought about them before, but in a completely "I'm here to just enjoy my love of food" way. I have incorporated healthy lifestyle into my love. I also buy more fruit than I ever have before. I don't have a problem consuming veg. I do have a problem consuming fruit. So, I buy more of it. Cherries are my favorite right now. Oranges are always a stand-by. Strawberries are great too. I buy based on ingredients in products and nutrition in general. I've always "sort-of" done this, now I just always do it. Period. even my "splurges" are small serving sizes which I strictly follow. I love checking out at the grocery store now. All those imaginary eyes on everything coming out of the fat girl's basket are healthy! Not DIET-y, but HEALTH-y. Go me!
I turn off the TV or computer every so often and do my best to see just how much sweat I can wring out of my body. I found out that I love sweat. Well, sweat that I cause, anyway. I love seeing my arms glisten because I'm sweating. I know when my arms and legs sweat, I'm doing something good. There's not another feeling like it. I love that feeling of accomplishment when I leave The Gym a little sopping. Know what I mean?
I blog to truly hold myself accountable. It started as a social experiment of sorts. It really was just to record my thoughts and feelings about my love/hate relationship with the world of weight. It's grown into so much more. I love my "blog watchers". Each of you is like a member of my extended family. And just like you're part of mine, I feel like I'm part of yours. I love writing my blog, but I love reading yours, too. I don't think that one could work without the other. After all, it takes a village... :-)
I've made my story something exceptional instead of exhausting, something phenomenal instead of pedestrian, something remarkable instead of run-of-the-mill. But, you know what? It always has been.
I have cornered and killed at least one of my bad habits. And it's not easy. One bad habit gone...no exercise. That one died this year. Yea me! The big one I'm still working on, completely quit smoking. Completely. No "snacking". Ever. Such a pain in the ass.
I reached deep down and found a gear that I didn't know I even had. Um, Hello?! I posted pictures of me on the internet in my BATHING SUIT. That would definitely be a gear I didn't know I had.
If the wind could really catch my sails, am I even aware of the places I could go, the future I could make for myself? I'm not 100% sure of where I'm going to end up "docking" after this healthy trip, but I sure am enjoying the ride!
I don't take "I can't" for an answer. I stepped out of my own way and I'm moving full on ahead with my eyes wide open and limitless expectations.
This is what has happened.
This is the new me. And I'm hungry for more!
-jafg
279.2 lbs
I'm not exactly sure what's happened here. I am exactly sure that I'm none too happy about it.
You should all know by now that I am an avid stalker of Jack Sh*t. I usually talk about him fondly in passing, but today I must dedicate my blog post to his blog post What Would Happen.... Before you read further, please take a moment to read his. It's not extremely wordy so it shouldn't take too long...
Read it already? Ok, you may move forward now.
Close to this time last year, after reading this post I'd be sitting in my chair right now with a serious case of the "What If"s. Today, though, I'm not!
I've committed, I mean really committed to this weightloss journey of mine. How do I know? I know because I make decisions weekly, daily, hourly, even minute-to-minute about my health and weightloss. Sometimes, I don't make the right choices, but I recognize them now, really recognize them, and I take the opportunity to right myself when I am wrong. I realized it isn't a race. There is no finish line.
I've transitioned from the "half-hearted swipe" to an honest effort. I may struggle with 6:00am, but I know it's there now. I go to my Concierge Gym and I use my membership at The Gym with my friends. A "co-ed" gym. That I use. To workout. With boys around. I can honestly say that never and I mean NEVER in a million years would have believed that I would be working out at a gym that I was paying to use. But I do. And I'm happy about it, too.
I have traded those restaurant menus for a little healthy home cooking. I should modify this to say that, even though restaurants haven't left me, I make smarter food choices when I'm out. I think about ingredients. I think about food preparation. I thought about them before, but in a completely "I'm here to just enjoy my love of food" way. I have incorporated healthy lifestyle into my love. I also buy more fruit than I ever have before. I don't have a problem consuming veg. I do have a problem consuming fruit. So, I buy more of it. Cherries are my favorite right now. Oranges are always a stand-by. Strawberries are great too. I buy based on ingredients in products and nutrition in general. I've always "sort-of" done this, now I just always do it. Period. even my "splurges" are small serving sizes which I strictly follow. I love checking out at the grocery store now. All those imaginary eyes on everything coming out of the fat girl's basket are healthy! Not DIET-y, but HEALTH-y. Go me!
I turn off the TV or computer every so often and do my best to see just how much sweat I can wring out of my body. I found out that I love sweat. Well, sweat that I cause, anyway. I love seeing my arms glisten because I'm sweating. I know when my arms and legs sweat, I'm doing something good. There's not another feeling like it. I love that feeling of accomplishment when I leave The Gym a little sopping. Know what I mean?
I blog to truly hold myself accountable. It started as a social experiment of sorts. It really was just to record my thoughts and feelings about my love/hate relationship with the world of weight. It's grown into so much more. I love my "blog watchers". Each of you is like a member of my extended family. And just like you're part of mine, I feel like I'm part of yours. I love writing my blog, but I love reading yours, too. I don't think that one could work without the other. After all, it takes a village... :-)
I've made my story something exceptional instead of exhausting, something phenomenal instead of pedestrian, something remarkable instead of run-of-the-mill. But, you know what? It always has been.
I have cornered and killed at least one of my bad habits. And it's not easy. One bad habit gone...no exercise. That one died this year. Yea me! The big one I'm still working on, completely quit smoking. Completely. No "snacking". Ever. Such a pain in the ass.
I reached deep down and found a gear that I didn't know I even had. Um, Hello?! I posted pictures of me on the internet in my BATHING SUIT. That would definitely be a gear I didn't know I had.
If the wind could really catch my sails, am I even aware of the places I could go, the future I could make for myself? I'm not 100% sure of where I'm going to end up "docking" after this healthy trip, but I sure am enjoying the ride!
I don't take "I can't" for an answer. I stepped out of my own way and I'm moving full on ahead with my eyes wide open and limitless expectations.
This is what has happened.
This is the new me. And I'm hungry for more!
-jafg
Friday, May 28, 2010
Foot Loose & Fancy Free
05/28/10
278.4 lbs
Finally! I pushed myself back down. I've gotten rid of last weekend's mishaps and settled back to 18 lbs lost. Whew. Just in time for a mini-break (lymie speak for long weekend). I've decided to bring some good, portable friuts and veg to the Lakehouse. I mean, who doesn't love a banana?
I just bought two "tankini" tops and a pair of girl swim-shorts from Land's End. Here goes round 3 of the bathing suit fight. They're having a sale, $10 off the price for mix and match separates. The link'll take you to the sale items. In case you're keeping score at home, so far the count is 2-0 favoring the bathing suits.
After this weekend, I'm back at work for a day and then heading down to Beach Town for a "work conference". This is the one little conference a year where it's all fun. The people are great the meetings are quick and it's play play play until the wee hours of the morning. I'm staying in a beachfront, upscale hotel and I don't have to pay for it. As if it couldn't get better, I'm staying some extra days to see friends and family. I'm looking forward to it, but I really really really have to pay attention to food choices and make sure they're healthy ones. Also, since I'll have BFF in tow, I hope to have a workout partner for the hotel gym. They have one. I checked. That leaves me with my favorite gourmet pizza places and martini bars and Pińa Coladas on the beach.
278.4 lbs
Finally! I pushed myself back down. I've gotten rid of last weekend's mishaps and settled back to 18 lbs lost. Whew. Just in time for a mini-break (lymie speak for long weekend). I've decided to bring some good, portable friuts and veg to the Lakehouse. I mean, who doesn't love a banana?
I just bought two "tankini" tops and a pair of girl swim-shorts from Land's End. Here goes round 3 of the bathing suit fight. They're having a sale, $10 off the price for mix and match separates. The link'll take you to the sale items. In case you're keeping score at home, so far the count is 2-0 favoring the bathing suits.
After this weekend, I'm back at work for a day and then heading down to Beach Town for a "work conference". This is the one little conference a year where it's all fun. The people are great the meetings are quick and it's play play play until the wee hours of the morning. I'm staying in a beachfront, upscale hotel and I don't have to pay for it. As if it couldn't get better, I'm staying some extra days to see friends and family. I'm looking forward to it, but I really really really have to pay attention to food choices and make sure they're healthy ones. Also, since I'll have BFF in tow, I hope to have a workout partner for the hotel gym. They have one. I checked. That leaves me with my favorite gourmet pizza places and martini bars and Pińa Coladas on the beach.And hopefully a whole lotta "Damn, you look good!" motivation.
-jafg
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
WIDTH?
05/25/10
279.4 lbs
Bloggin Legend and my own personal hero Jack Sh*t is doing this really cool photo-story lately about "Why I Do This Here" or W.I.D.T.H. I'm ebarrassed to say that I only just saw that it spells the word "width". Okay. Who feels a little stupid now?
Anyway. Whenever I see a new tweet about a new WIDTH blogpost from him I get supah excited and head over to read the story-ettes. I've teared up on a few of them. Others have made me LOL.
I finally decided to submit one today. Being a guy who has like 1300 followers, I'm sure he gets a ton, so I wanted to share mine with my own little corner of the blog-o-verse.
It may be cliché, but it's true...
'Nuff said.
-jafg
279.4 lbs
Bloggin Legend and my own personal hero Jack Sh*t is doing this really cool photo-story lately about "Why I Do This Here" or W.I.D.T.H. I'm ebarrassed to say that I only just saw that it spells the word "width". Okay. Who feels a little stupid now?
Anyway. Whenever I see a new tweet about a new WIDTH blogpost from him I get supah excited and head over to read the story-ettes. I've teared up on a few of them. Others have made me LOL.
I finally decided to submit one today. Being a guy who has like 1300 followers, I'm sure he gets a ton, so I wanted to share mine with my own little corner of the blog-o-verse.
It may be cliché, but it's true...
'Nuff said.
-jafg
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Yin and Yang and Predictable Predicaments
05/25/10
279.2 lbs
Whew. It's still not the 278.2 lbs it was on Friday, but I'll take it.
I finally broke the exercise drought this morning. I woke up before 6:00am, got out of bed by 6:10 and was dressed and at Concierge Gym by 6:30. Some chick was on my favorite elliptical which made me cuss. I was a little nervous about trying to do exercise this morning because of my knee. It went ok. I had initially set the timer for 30 minutes, but ended up only doing 20. It took me about 10 minutes to decide that my knee was ok so the last 10 minutes really worked up a sweat. I kept the pace at "moderate" and was pretty happy when I finished.
It was nice to have that feeling of sweatiness again. I'm not sure how to explain this really, but it does give one a sense of accomplishment. Like instant gratification, even, because by sweating you know that you're pushing your body to be the best it can be and work like the machine it is. Perhaps that's just the endorphins that are being released in my brain, but I love that feeling. I'm amazed at how quickly I forgot just how great it feels to work up a good sweat.
I've also realized something else. I appreciate my healthy eating habits a whole helluva lot more when I have exercise in the mix. It's not just the extra calories that I get to add to my "net count" or whatever that it, it's like the yin/yang affect or something. Like knowing that one is working to help the other one. Pretty darn cool.
And in other news....
This weekend is Memorial Day weekend in case you didn't know. If I actually have readers from outside of the USA and/or you don't know what Memorial Day holiday is, well, it's a day we honor all those who have fallen in the service of our country. I always hang Old Glory on this day.
It's also a day of Bar-B-Que and Beer. Not nearly as noble, but equally steeped in tradition.
BB and Her Beau invited me out to Lakehouse for M Day this year. I'm on the fence about going. Of course I'm fretting the whole Bathing Suit + Friends combo, but it's not nearly as bad as it was for Labor Day. I see this as progress. It's encouraging. I've exercised with the kids as A Unit (everything is pretty much "A Unit" with these two) and they totally heart me for me, there's no doubt. I'm just trying to play out in my head what I'll be doing. I also know that they'll be out of town and since I've rejoined the apartment dwellers, I don't have a grill and theirs will be available for use. Yep. What I've got here is a predicament. I've still got a few days before I have to really make my mind up.
On a good note, I am 5.8 lbs lighter than I was last time I was at their place.
Yea!
-jafg
279.2 lbs
Whew. It's still not the 278.2 lbs it was on Friday, but I'll take it.
I finally broke the exercise drought this morning. I woke up before 6:00am, got out of bed by 6:10 and was dressed and at Concierge Gym by 6:30. Some chick was on my favorite elliptical which made me cuss. I was a little nervous about trying to do exercise this morning because of my knee. It went ok. I had initially set the timer for 30 minutes, but ended up only doing 20. It took me about 10 minutes to decide that my knee was ok so the last 10 minutes really worked up a sweat. I kept the pace at "moderate" and was pretty happy when I finished.
It was nice to have that feeling of sweatiness again. I'm not sure how to explain this really, but it does give one a sense of accomplishment. Like instant gratification, even, because by sweating you know that you're pushing your body to be the best it can be and work like the machine it is. Perhaps that's just the endorphins that are being released in my brain, but I love that feeling. I'm amazed at how quickly I forgot just how great it feels to work up a good sweat.
I've also realized something else. I appreciate my healthy eating habits a whole helluva lot more when I have exercise in the mix. It's not just the extra calories that I get to add to my "net count" or whatever that it, it's like the yin/yang affect or something. Like knowing that one is working to help the other one. Pretty darn cool.
And in other news....
This weekend is Memorial Day weekend in case you didn't know. If I actually have readers from outside of the USA and/or you don't know what Memorial Day holiday is, well, it's a day we honor all those who have fallen in the service of our country. I always hang Old Glory on this day.
It's also a day of Bar-B-Que and Beer. Not nearly as noble, but equally steeped in tradition.
BB and Her Beau invited me out to Lakehouse for M Day this year. I'm on the fence about going. Of course I'm fretting the whole Bathing Suit + Friends combo, but it's not nearly as bad as it was for Labor Day. I see this as progress. It's encouraging. I've exercised with the kids as A Unit (everything is pretty much "A Unit" with these two) and they totally heart me for me, there's no doubt. I'm just trying to play out in my head what I'll be doing. I also know that they'll be out of town and since I've rejoined the apartment dwellers, I don't have a grill and theirs will be available for use. Yep. What I've got here is a predicament. I've still got a few days before I have to really make my mind up.
On a good note, I am 5.8 lbs lighter than I was last time I was at their place.
Yea!
-jafg
Monday, May 24, 2010
Um...
05/24/10
280.4 lbs
This just sucks.
I had an unfortunate weekend. Really, it wasn't a bad weekend. There was no stress or unhappiness or other reason to fall off the wagon, it just seems right now, I am in this funk. Things are going well but I can't seem to get my emotions on the same page. I am wondering if this is a late blooming sort of fat withdrawal. According to myfitnesspal, I've been going over my daily allowance of fat grams like every day since I started using that website, but I'm feeling the strong urge for a burger and fries. Or mexican cheese dip. Or like a deep dish pizza. Or a sausage egg and cheese breakfast sandwich. Oh wait. I had one of those on Saturday.
I didn't exercise Friday night which is actually my favorite night to go to the gym. No, I was contacted by someone I've met on facebook (friend of a friend sort of thing) and we happen to both be in the same place at the same time, so we decided to get together. The someone happened to be of the boy persuasion. Well, not too much of a boy, considering the 6 year age difference. Now kids, before your minds go too crazy like mine almost did on Friday, this was not a date. This was meeting for a first time, getting to know someone "IRL" (in real life) and talk about mutual interests. We paid for our own meals and have no set plans in the future. Honestly, I've only had one blind date in my life and have never been one for the dating scene. It's always been different where my relationships are concerned. Nothing's ever really been conventional. Because of this I'm a dating flunky. So I classified this in my mind as a sort of practice date. Unbeknownst to the someone, of course.
Well, I didn't let any of this bother me too much because I knew this wasn't a date to begin with. I did go home and "freshen up", chose between two different outfits and changed out my jewelry selections a few times which was actually very fun and girly. I was 15 minutes late which is totally standard for me, but there was pre-meeting texting going on and he was gracious and patient about it all. I drank beers (it's a slow process) and had a great grilled chicken sandwich. We talked about art and life and politics and religion and music and life again which made for a great 3 hours. I didn't feel uncomfortable once. It was nice!
I got up Saturday morning and went swimming with a work friend. We met up at my new gym at 7:35am. I was supposed to meet her at 6:30 but when she called me to make sure I was on my way at 6:25, I was still in bed. I roll out of bed, throw on something for swimming (which includes a tshirt and shorts) and head out. We get to The Gym at 7:35am. AWESOME! It's so empty! Well, we park the car, pile out and get to the door. Which is locked. Turns out the place doesn't open until 8:00am on Saturdays. Oops. At least I don't feel so bad about being late now. We decide to go for a quick healthy breakfast. Prior Fat Girl has been raving about the breakfast sandwiches from Subway so I suggest we swing by and get one of those. Well, turns out the location we find doesn't open for breakfast. Damnit. We end up with traditional fast food breakfast from an Arby's down the street. Neither of us opted for the breakfast potatoes I'm proud to say.
So we take our no longer healthy breakfast food back to The Gym parking lot and nosh on our goodies. We're both laughing at the fact that we're eating sausage and bacon before heading to work out. Slowly but steadily the parking lot begins to fill and a line begins to form outside the door. There are a lot of older gray-headed people waiting with bike shorts on. In case you didn't know, real bike shorts have padding in the butt. The padding makes you look like you're either wearing a diaper that needs to be changed, or your not wearing a diaper and you still need to change. Not a pretty picture on an old gray-haired man. Jes Sayin.
Once we get in we realize why there's a line; it's for the spinning class. Everyone wants to get in it. I have more respect for Mr. Doodey Pants now. But his pants still looked funny.
Work Friend and I head to the women's locker room and head for the pool. We get in there and almost all the lanes are full. There are two left and there's no divider between them which is PERFECT for us. I did laps (slow-moving-doggie-paddling laps) for about an hour and had mindless girl chatter. It was so much fun!
We just went back and forth from the shallow end to the deep end chit-chatting about her upcoming nuptials and move (she and her fiancé will be moving to up north for his Graduate school program) and nonsensical stuff like previous public pool experiences. Before we knew it, an hour had gone by. We decided to get out of the water because more and more people were heading in and we thought it was best to let some real swimmers have a go at a lane.
The locker room changing was so not fun. I changed in a dungeon-like shower stall standing on a hand towel. I won't be doing that again.
After the swim I headed home and had a chance to layout at the concierge pool for about 45 minutes before people started getting there. I ended up feeling very overheated and left just as the first boys arrived. It truly was a coincidence. I don't like being at any pool when boys are around. There are too many skinny girls for me to feel comfortable. Hell, even if there weren't skinny girls around, I'd be uncomfortable in the tight fitting tank and workout short I was wearing. I packed up and left. I didn't feel good so I ended up taking a 3 hour nap.
Sunday I decided to head to the pool earlier for more alone time and less heat. I didn't quite make it as early as I'd planned. I only got about 15 extra minutes (made for 30 minutes of alone time) before the first party group arrived. It was 5 boys and a girl. They couldn't have been older than 23. Honestly, it didn't bother me too much to be there with them. I stayed for about 30 minutes longer, it was just them and me, and then I decided to leave.
I fully realized something that has been kind of rolling around in the back of my brain for awhile. I have more confidence and less self-consciousness now that I'm actively losing weight. I know there are people that, even though they don't say anything, they still register in their thought processes that I'm a big girl. It's a simple fact. I am proud of myself, because I can be in situations that would have had me pretty shaken up earlier in this process even though I believe I'm a pretty secure person for the most part. I've never been one to hide in a corner, but I sure as hell wouldn't have been comfortable to hang out for an additional 30 minutes in a pool where 5 boys and a thin pretty girl were whooping it up. That just wouldn't have happened. But now it's different. I know I'm just another fat girl, but I'm doing something about it.
Sunday had a nice 3 hour nap tucked into it as well. I made it through dinner but still had this "deprived" feeling at the end of the night. I ended up ordering my thin crust pizza from Domino's at 8:30pm last night.
It was good, too.
-jafg
280.4 lbs
This just sucks.
I had an unfortunate weekend. Really, it wasn't a bad weekend. There was no stress or unhappiness or other reason to fall off the wagon, it just seems right now, I am in this funk. Things are going well but I can't seem to get my emotions on the same page. I am wondering if this is a late blooming sort of fat withdrawal. According to myfitnesspal, I've been going over my daily allowance of fat grams like every day since I started using that website, but I'm feeling the strong urge for a burger and fries. Or mexican cheese dip. Or like a deep dish pizza. Or a sausage egg and cheese breakfast sandwich. Oh wait. I had one of those on Saturday.
I didn't exercise Friday night which is actually my favorite night to go to the gym. No, I was contacted by someone I've met on facebook (friend of a friend sort of thing) and we happen to both be in the same place at the same time, so we decided to get together. The someone happened to be of the boy persuasion. Well, not too much of a boy, considering the 6 year age difference. Now kids, before your minds go too crazy like mine almost did on Friday, this was not a date. This was meeting for a first time, getting to know someone "IRL" (in real life) and talk about mutual interests. We paid for our own meals and have no set plans in the future. Honestly, I've only had one blind date in my life and have never been one for the dating scene. It's always been different where my relationships are concerned. Nothing's ever really been conventional. Because of this I'm a dating flunky. So I classified this in my mind as a sort of practice date. Unbeknownst to the someone, of course.
Well, I didn't let any of this bother me too much because I knew this wasn't a date to begin with. I did go home and "freshen up", chose between two different outfits and changed out my jewelry selections a few times which was actually very fun and girly. I was 15 minutes late which is totally standard for me, but there was pre-meeting texting going on and he was gracious and patient about it all. I drank beers (it's a slow process) and had a great grilled chicken sandwich. We talked about art and life and politics and religion and music and life again which made for a great 3 hours. I didn't feel uncomfortable once. It was nice!
I got up Saturday morning and went swimming with a work friend. We met up at my new gym at 7:35am. I was supposed to meet her at 6:30 but when she called me to make sure I was on my way at 6:25, I was still in bed. I roll out of bed, throw on something for swimming (which includes a tshirt and shorts) and head out. We get to The Gym at 7:35am. AWESOME! It's so empty! Well, we park the car, pile out and get to the door. Which is locked. Turns out the place doesn't open until 8:00am on Saturdays. Oops. At least I don't feel so bad about being late now. We decide to go for a quick healthy breakfast. Prior Fat Girl has been raving about the breakfast sandwiches from Subway so I suggest we swing by and get one of those. Well, turns out the location we find doesn't open for breakfast. Damnit. We end up with traditional fast food breakfast from an Arby's down the street. Neither of us opted for the breakfast potatoes I'm proud to say.
So we take our no longer healthy breakfast food back to The Gym parking lot and nosh on our goodies. We're both laughing at the fact that we're eating sausage and bacon before heading to work out. Slowly but steadily the parking lot begins to fill and a line begins to form outside the door. There are a lot of older gray-headed people waiting with bike shorts on. In case you didn't know, real bike shorts have padding in the butt. The padding makes you look like you're either wearing a diaper that needs to be changed, or your not wearing a diaper and you still need to change. Not a pretty picture on an old gray-haired man. Jes Sayin.
Once we get in we realize why there's a line; it's for the spinning class. Everyone wants to get in it. I have more respect for Mr. Doodey Pants now. But his pants still looked funny.
We just went back and forth from the shallow end to the deep end chit-chatting about her upcoming nuptials and move (she and her fiancé will be moving to up north for his Graduate school program) and nonsensical stuff like previous public pool experiences. Before we knew it, an hour had gone by. We decided to get out of the water because more and more people were heading in and we thought it was best to let some real swimmers have a go at a lane.
The locker room changing was so not fun. I changed in a dungeon-like shower stall standing on a hand towel. I won't be doing that again.
After the swim I headed home and had a chance to layout at the concierge pool for about 45 minutes before people started getting there. I ended up feeling very overheated and left just as the first boys arrived. It truly was a coincidence. I don't like being at any pool when boys are around. There are too many skinny girls for me to feel comfortable. Hell, even if there weren't skinny girls around, I'd be uncomfortable in the tight fitting tank and workout short I was wearing. I packed up and left. I didn't feel good so I ended up taking a 3 hour nap.
Sunday I decided to head to the pool earlier for more alone time and less heat. I didn't quite make it as early as I'd planned. I only got about 15 extra minutes (made for 30 minutes of alone time) before the first party group arrived. It was 5 boys and a girl. They couldn't have been older than 23. Honestly, it didn't bother me too much to be there with them. I stayed for about 30 minutes longer, it was just them and me, and then I decided to leave.
I fully realized something that has been kind of rolling around in the back of my brain for awhile. I have more confidence and less self-consciousness now that I'm actively losing weight. I know there are people that, even though they don't say anything, they still register in their thought processes that I'm a big girl. It's a simple fact. I am proud of myself, because I can be in situations that would have had me pretty shaken up earlier in this process even though I believe I'm a pretty secure person for the most part. I've never been one to hide in a corner, but I sure as hell wouldn't have been comfortable to hang out for an additional 30 minutes in a pool where 5 boys and a thin pretty girl were whooping it up. That just wouldn't have happened. But now it's different. I know I'm just another fat girl, but I'm doing something about it.
Sunday had a nice 3 hour nap tucked into it as well. I made it through dinner but still had this "deprived" feeling at the end of the night. I ended up ordering my thin crust pizza from Domino's at 8:30pm last night.
It was good, too.
-jafg
Friday, May 21, 2010
The Hate Side of My Love/Hate Relationship With The World Of Weight
05/21/10
278.2 lbs
*Warning: Cranky JAFG Ahead*
I'm really not sure what to think. Since this little bloggin space's inception, I've not been this low on the scale.
I'm freakin happy! BUT...I have this overwhelming need to walk around and whisper I've lost 18 lbs because if I say it too loud, it might jinx it or something. Like when people whisper *cancer* or *prison*.
So yeah, I've lost 18 lbs. It's not a fluke like a 3 lbs fluctuation could be. It's 18 solid lbs. If someone asks me how I'm doing it I get to tell them "I'm doing it the old fashioned way: Healthy Eating and Exercise". No one wants to hear that, but it's the truth. Now, IF there were some magic way to do this while being able to eat whatever whenever I wanted, and I didn't have to exercise, then, well, I bet I'd be doing that instead.
My life's been very boring as of late. I have no funny stories to share or even any to pull from in the right recent past. I'm watching what I do for food religiously and tracking it all on myfitnesspal. I'm weighing myself every morning and, this week, have just been sitting on my couch watching tv or checking FB at night.
I love routine and I hate it too! Right now, I'm totally in an I-hate-it phase. I'm in a rut/funk/ditch/somethin and I need a change. I've really had to be a grown-up at work which, translated, means I'm not doing anything fun. I need to blow off some steam. I had plans to visit BFF and Her Hubbie this weekend, but had to cancel that. Grr. I've been disconnected from SAG and BB because everyone is just busy with l-i-f-e right now.
On a good note, I am going to Beach Town the first week of June. I'll be there for work, but I'm bringing BFF (it'll just be her and me) and we're staying in a fantab hotel ON the beach. Even when I lived there, I never stayed ON the beach. Well, there was that one Halloween weekend and then that random night one summer, but you know what I mean. I'm really looking forward to that!
I've strained my knee from pushing too hard through HHH class and bouncing around and all that. You know how walking down the stairs is usually the easiest thing in the world? Yeah. Not for me. Not right now. I hate this.
Turns out all those crunching sounds that I've heard in my knee for years has been what they call runner's knee. Commonplace among runners and overweight people. Well, I'm not in the runner category in case you didn't know. Actually, while I've had this mild, unchecked version of this pain in my knee for at least two years back that I can remember, since I started exercising in like 0-to-60 mode I've had a serious flare-up.
It's treatable with stretches and "quad stengthening" and a brace and ice and Motrin which is fantastic (seriously-it's a mostly free treatment plan). I also will actually have to bounce LESS in HHH class and focus on not too much resistnence on my favorite elliptical. I can't avoid The Stairs at least twice a day; however, I've been using the railing to ease things up a bit. While I've really noticed that my knee pain has eased up as the week of inactivity I feel like the rest of me is rusting inside. I also miss the extra calories that exersice affords me. Trying to keep my caloric intake under 1300 is a real pain in the ass.
I'm exercising tonight, damnit
-jafg
278.2 lbs
*Warning: Cranky JAFG Ahead*
I'm really not sure what to think. Since this little bloggin space's inception, I've not been this low on the scale.
I'm freakin happy! BUT...I have this overwhelming need to walk around and whisper I've lost 18 lbs because if I say it too loud, it might jinx it or something. Like when people whisper *cancer* or *prison*.
So yeah, I've lost 18 lbs. It's not a fluke like a 3 lbs fluctuation could be. It's 18 solid lbs. If someone asks me how I'm doing it I get to tell them "I'm doing it the old fashioned way: Healthy Eating and Exercise". No one wants to hear that, but it's the truth. Now, IF there were some magic way to do this while being able to eat whatever whenever I wanted, and I didn't have to exercise, then, well, I bet I'd be doing that instead.
My life's been very boring as of late. I have no funny stories to share or even any to pull from in the right recent past. I'm watching what I do for food religiously and tracking it all on myfitnesspal. I'm weighing myself every morning and, this week, have just been sitting on my couch watching tv or checking FB at night.
I love routine and I hate it too! Right now, I'm totally in an I-hate-it phase. I'm in a rut/funk/ditch/somethin and I need a change. I've really had to be a grown-up at work which, translated, means I'm not doing anything fun. I need to blow off some steam. I had plans to visit BFF and Her Hubbie this weekend, but had to cancel that. Grr. I've been disconnected from SAG and BB because everyone is just busy with l-i-f-e right now.
On a good note, I am going to Beach Town the first week of June. I'll be there for work, but I'm bringing BFF (it'll just be her and me) and we're staying in a fantab hotel ON the beach. Even when I lived there, I never stayed ON the beach. Well, there was that one Halloween weekend and then that random night one summer, but you know what I mean. I'm really looking forward to that!
I've strained my knee from pushing too hard through HHH class and bouncing around and all that. You know how walking down the stairs is usually the easiest thing in the world? Yeah. Not for me. Not right now. I hate this.
Turns out all those crunching sounds that I've heard in my knee for years has been what they call runner's knee. Commonplace among runners and overweight people. Well, I'm not in the runner category in case you didn't know. Actually, while I've had this mild, unchecked version of this pain in my knee for at least two years back that I can remember, since I started exercising in like 0-to-60 mode I've had a serious flare-up.
It's treatable with stretches and "quad stengthening" and a brace and ice and Motrin which is fantastic (seriously-it's a mostly free treatment plan). I also will actually have to bounce LESS in HHH class and focus on not too much resistnence on my favorite elliptical. I can't avoid The Stairs at least twice a day; however, I've been using the railing to ease things up a bit. While I've really noticed that my knee pain has eased up as the week of inactivity I feel like the rest of me is rusting inside. I also miss the extra calories that exersice affords me. Trying to keep my caloric intake under 1300 is a real pain in the ass.
I'm exercising tonight, damnit
-jafg
Thursday, May 20, 2010
REUNITED (And It Feels So Good)
05/20/10
279.0 lbs
I. Am. So. Happy. Right. NOW! That's 17.2 lbs off. I'm almost to a -20 lb milestone. My head could explode I'm so happy right now. I hope it doesn't, but I bet it could. Or, that could be Sinuses.
In case you're wondering and even if you're not, the title today is in honor of my new "decade". This is the song that reached #1 this week in 1979. Get it? '79? Cute, huh?
And oddly appropriate, too.
-jafg
279.0 lbs
I. Am. So. Happy. Right. NOW! That's 17.2 lbs off. I'm almost to a -20 lb milestone. My head could explode I'm so happy right now. I hope it doesn't, but I bet it could. Or, that could be Sinuses.
In case you're wondering and even if you're not, the title today is in honor of my new "decade". This is the song that reached #1 this week in 1979. Get it? '79? Cute, huh?
And oddly appropriate, too.
-jafg
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
An Unlikely Unexpected Milestone/Goal/Amazing Moment
05/11/10
283.2 lbs
I didn't weigh again. I just used my weight record from earlier today.
I never post more than once a day. Sometimes I don't even post once a day. But I have something special to share with you and I couldn't wait. Plus the next three days are going to be full of a work conference.
I left work early today to get my final preps for the trip. I took advantage to get in a good workout before the plane tomorrow. I decided to push my elliptical time from 30 to 45 minutes. I also set it on the "weight loss" program rather than the "cross trainer" I've been using for the past few times.
I noticed on Sunday that I was hitting 2 miles in my 30 minutes. I never really kept track of my distance, I'm more interested in working up a sweat and keeping myself from falling off the machine. Well, I was noticing that I was about to hit a mile and clicked over to see how fast I had done it. I wasn't expecting very fast (for me) since I was pacing myself for the 45 minutes and the change in the intensity of the levels. I did it in less than 15 minutes. And then, mile 2...in 28 minutes. Well, I started thinking.
I have 45 minutes set on the timer. I've been killing a mile in 15 minutes. Hmm. A 5K is 3.2 miles. Hmm. I could do a 5K today. Why not?
So my friends, guess what I did as a spur of the moment? I did a 5K this afternoon. In 47.7 minutes. I don't know if it counts when you're on exercise equipment, but I did it nonetheless.
Go me!
-jafg
283.2 lbs
I didn't weigh again. I just used my weight record from earlier today.
I never post more than once a day. Sometimes I don't even post once a day. But I have something special to share with you and I couldn't wait. Plus the next three days are going to be full of a work conference.
I left work early today to get my final preps for the trip. I took advantage to get in a good workout before the plane tomorrow. I decided to push my elliptical time from 30 to 45 minutes. I also set it on the "weight loss" program rather than the "cross trainer" I've been using for the past few times.
I noticed on Sunday that I was hitting 2 miles in my 30 minutes. I never really kept track of my distance, I'm more interested in working up a sweat and keeping myself from falling off the machine. Well, I was noticing that I was about to hit a mile and clicked over to see how fast I had done it. I wasn't expecting very fast (for me) since I was pacing myself for the 45 minutes and the change in the intensity of the levels. I did it in less than 15 minutes. And then, mile 2...in 28 minutes. Well, I started thinking.
I have 45 minutes set on the timer. I've been killing a mile in 15 minutes. Hmm. A 5K is 3.2 miles. Hmm. I could do a 5K today. Why not?
So my friends, guess what I did as a spur of the moment? I did a 5K this afternoon. In 47.7 minutes. I don't know if it counts when you're on exercise equipment, but I did it nonetheless.
Go me!
-jafg
Monday, May 10, 2010
I Heart You, Mom!
05/10/10
283.4 lbs
Over the weekend Scale told me I was at 286.2 lbs. WHAT. THE. HELL. There's a whole mental saga that played out over the next two days but the end of the story is, I kicked my own ass, stopped feeling sorry for myself, and have changed my thinking to "every workout is last chance workout".
So, Mom's day was G-R-R-R-ATE (I'm using phonix, friends). Moms and I had sushi for dinner, botanical gardens for a day trip, an awesome brunch compliments of Chez JAFG, and I treated my mom to a morning workout. I was very excited about this last one. She's my cheerleader about losing weight and getting healthy and wants to do the same thing. It was really exciting to share this with her. Actually, I'm surprised by how happy it made me to have her participate in this part of my life.
My mom's a bigger woman like myself. We're built completely different; She's a pear, I'm an apple. I've got two inches on her 5'4" self. I'm "olive-complected", she's "fair-skinned". We have the same laugh and a lot of the same subconscious mannerisms and as soon as I realize that we're doing something alike at the same time I can't help but smile to myself. I get annoyed and amused at the same time.
Referring back to this weekend, I gained weight. Scale told me so two days in a row. I did A LOT of dining out with Moms and did no working out Friday or Saturday. As a matter of fact, I did nothing really, but sleep and eat on Saturday. More on that some other time.
Sunday morning, I wake up and decide to have coffee ready for Moms. When she woke up, I asked her to workout. She was totally down with trying the recumbent bike at Concierge Gym. So, we changed into workout gear and headed out.
She's a very young 53 years of age. She's got serious left knee problems (to the point that she takes The Stairs one step at a time), was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia in 2002 and now has arthritis starting in. All of this with serious allergic asthma. So this working out thing is a big deal.
She's talked with some physical therapists who have told her to get her knee moving with NO impact (thus the recumbent bike) to get the joint lubrication forming/flowing. She's supposed to take it easy on the walking front. We got her on a bike for 15 minutes at level 1. Woohoo!
She also did some resistance work on the Circuit machines with her arms. She was sore this morning, but we got out there again. Go Moms! We've got to take it easy because of all the challenges she has health-wise. I want to make sure she's not doing something that will ultimately exacerbate anything and make the situation worse. This got me thinking.
So, I was reading my blogroll came across 282.5 which I hadn't read in quite some time (Sorry Jo, and congrats on your freakin fantabulous progress!) and found a reference to a "real age" test. This one was a free service from http://www.realage.com/. I've been wanting to take one and so I used 20 minutes of my day and answered the questions honestly. It was great being able to tell it how much I exercise on a weekly basis. And then I got my results.
Actually, I'm pretty stoked about the fact I made it in under 40. I figured it would be like my first Wii age. 75. Yeah. Nice.
What got me is that the thing told me my workouts are too intense. I couldn't believe it when I read it. According to this lengthy assessment, my joint pain I've been experiencing isn't just because I've never moved so much in my life, it's because I'm pushing myself too hard. I started to connect the proverbial dots between Moms and me and I realized that, just like I don't want her pushing herself too much, I, too, shouldn't want me to push myself too much. I'm really relieved which is also surprising. I want to keep a level of intensity that will keep the fat burning happening, but I want my knees to feel better, too.
I think I've been trying to show all the skinny kids in my classes and gym (including SAG and BB) that I can keep up with the rest of them. That just because I'm fat doesn't mean that I can't do what they can. I don't think it's been intentional, I think it's been subconsciously happening.
Like the way Moms and I both get sassy with one hand on our hips. And then quickly move our hands when we realize what we're doing. At the same time. It's annoying. And funny.
I HEART YOU, MOM!
-jafg
283.4 lbs
Over the weekend Scale told me I was at 286.2 lbs. WHAT. THE. HELL. There's a whole mental saga that played out over the next two days but the end of the story is, I kicked my own ass, stopped feeling sorry for myself, and have changed my thinking to "every workout is last chance workout".
So, Mom's day was G-R-R-R-ATE (I'm using phonix, friends). Moms and I had sushi for dinner, botanical gardens for a day trip, an awesome brunch compliments of Chez JAFG, and I treated my mom to a morning workout. I was very excited about this last one. She's my cheerleader about losing weight and getting healthy and wants to do the same thing. It was really exciting to share this with her. Actually, I'm surprised by how happy it made me to have her participate in this part of my life.
My mom's a bigger woman like myself. We're built completely different; She's a pear, I'm an apple. I've got two inches on her 5'4" self. I'm "olive-complected", she's "fair-skinned". We have the same laugh and a lot of the same subconscious mannerisms and as soon as I realize that we're doing something alike at the same time I can't help but smile to myself. I get annoyed and amused at the same time.
Referring back to this weekend, I gained weight. Scale told me so two days in a row. I did A LOT of dining out with Moms and did no working out Friday or Saturday. As a matter of fact, I did nothing really, but sleep and eat on Saturday. More on that some other time.
Sunday morning, I wake up and decide to have coffee ready for Moms. When she woke up, I asked her to workout. She was totally down with trying the recumbent bike at Concierge Gym. So, we changed into workout gear and headed out.
She's a very young 53 years of age. She's got serious left knee problems (to the point that she takes The Stairs one step at a time), was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia in 2002 and now has arthritis starting in. All of this with serious allergic asthma. So this working out thing is a big deal.
She's talked with some physical therapists who have told her to get her knee moving with NO impact (thus the recumbent bike) to get the joint lubrication forming/flowing. She's supposed to take it easy on the walking front. We got her on a bike for 15 minutes at level 1. Woohoo!
She also did some resistance work on the Circuit machines with her arms. She was sore this morning, but we got out there again. Go Moms! We've got to take it easy because of all the challenges she has health-wise. I want to make sure she's not doing something that will ultimately exacerbate anything and make the situation worse. This got me thinking.
So, I was reading my blogroll came across 282.5 which I hadn't read in quite some time (Sorry Jo, and congrats on your freakin fantabulous progress!) and found a reference to a "real age" test. This one was a free service from http://www.realage.com/. I've been wanting to take one and so I used 20 minutes of my day and answered the questions honestly. It was great being able to tell it how much I exercise on a weekly basis. And then I got my results.
What got me is that the thing told me my workouts are too intense. I couldn't believe it when I read it. According to this lengthy assessment, my joint pain I've been experiencing isn't just because I've never moved so much in my life, it's because I'm pushing myself too hard. I started to connect the proverbial dots between Moms and me and I realized that, just like I don't want her pushing herself too much, I, too, shouldn't want me to push myself too much. I'm really relieved which is also surprising. I want to keep a level of intensity that will keep the fat burning happening, but I want my knees to feel better, too.
I think I've been trying to show all the skinny kids in my classes and gym (including SAG and BB) that I can keep up with the rest of them. That just because I'm fat doesn't mean that I can't do what they can. I don't think it's been intentional, I think it's been subconsciously happening.
Like the way Moms and I both get sassy with one hand on our hips. And then quickly move our hands when we realize what we're doing. At the same time. It's annoying. And funny.
I HEART YOU, MOM!
-jafg
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Calorie Girl
05/04/10
283.4 lbs
I have to get on an airplane next Wednesday morning and I'm hoping to break into the 70's by then. I was really hoping for a solid 275 lbs, but I don't know if that's still doable now. We'll keep trying.
Sit back and relax. This is gonna be a long one.
Ok, so I've not been a healthy feeling JAFG the past few days. I even missed work yesterday which means I missed HHH class last night. I am all sadfaced about missing my workout last night. When I go back on Wednesday it’ll feel like starting from day 1 again. I hate that. I am planning on working out tonight. I need to stay in the habit.
I did go to workout on Friday which gave me a great sense of accomplishment. Go Me! I actually got in 70 work-out minutes. It felt great.
I had every intention of working out over the weekend, but I just wasn't up for anything requiring me to be outside of the abode. I felt all ick. The only reason I went out Sunday was because I was gonna have to start sharing cat food with Kitty and I'm pretty sure he'd see me starve and wither first. Saturday I added a plant to my patio garden and didn't do pretty much anything else.
Oh, I did order pizza. I got two medium thin crust pizzas actually (Domino's had a 2-pizza-2-topping-5.99-each special). It could be considered 4 pizzas because I got each half with a different 2-topping combination. Genius, really. I don't know why I haven't thought about this before.
Pizza one: One half pepperoni and mushroom (which, if you haven't learned by now, is my favorite), one half ham and pineapple (something I haven't tried since I was a kid and thought I'd try it again...now I remember why I haven't tried it since I was a kid), both sides with bell pepper. Pizza two: One half mushroom and black olives, one half spinach and feta, both sides with onion and white sauce. Yes, that's order craziness, but I placed the order online to cut out some of the possibility of mayhem. I'm sure someone somewhere in the process thought I must be high. I assure you I was not.
Now, before you start thinking that I had a pizza pig-out fest, I ate on that for two days. That's like 3 meals. One dinner, one breakfast and one lunch. Yom.
On Sunday I went to the grocery. I got all sorts of mad healthy foods. I almost bought a half a pound cake. Which still weighed at least a pound. You know the ones with the hole in the middle of them? Yeah, I had it in my basket. I was super craving on something that tasted like it was from the naughty list. Ever get those cravings? (That's a rhetorical question.)
Then I saw these "day old bakery" bran muffins and thought, "hmmm, perhaps I should be a little more responsible with my splurging and save some money". So I placed the pound cake back on the table and meandered over to the bran muffins. There were 4 in the carton. I read the nutrition label and turns out each muffin has almost 500 calories. Each. Each! W. T. H. This is supposed to be a healthy alternative. My breakfast from Panera last week had fewer calories than that. And it had cheese in it! So, pass on the bran muffin.
What I opted for was a little 12 ounce size cup filled with mini cookies with m&ms. Also, I got one 1.74 oz package of peanut m&ms. I had the cookies Sunday night and the peanut m&ms last night. All this is logged in my myfitnesspal food diary. With the pizza. Also, I did not exercise this weekend. And I stayed home from work yesterday. And I still managed to drop poundage.
So, I have to tell you about a dinner I had last night. (I am SO looking forward to the leftovers tonight). I even took a picture of the recipe card so you could all share in this feast of goodness.
I had garlic-lime chicken fajitas. Yum yum yum yum Yum! Greatest thing about it, no prepackaged anything which means you control all the salt and stuff that goes in it. I varied this by adding mushrooms to the onion mix and went easy on the peppers) and cooking spinach on the side (just sautéed in some water). Also, I used non-fat Greek yogurt as a condiment. Have I said Yum, yet? I had one chicken breast in two fajita wraps and added the spinach to the fajita (just cooked it on its own, didn’t want to lose that “spinach” flavor). McCormack has a “spice pack” where all the spices are measured out for you. I found mine (completely by accident) at Publix. If you don’t have a Publix, don’t worry, the recipe tells you the exact measurements of each spice. You should go out right now and try this.
I must say, being off the exercise routine and still watching what I ate was a great life lesson for me. I even had little splurges and delivery and as long as I kept everything in check, I felt like a real person eating real food. I mean, I’m not eating diet food. I’m eating healthy food, lean meats, lots of veg, watching calories. The healthful food isn’t all that much of a change. But, I’ve never been a calorie girl.
I’m not obsessive, just health conscious. I now know that a vodka/soda beverage is way better than a long island iced tea when I’m out. Things like that really make a difference!
-jafg
283.4 lbs
I have to get on an airplane next Wednesday morning and I'm hoping to break into the 70's by then. I was really hoping for a solid 275 lbs, but I don't know if that's still doable now. We'll keep trying.
Sit back and relax. This is gonna be a long one.
Ok, so I've not been a healthy feeling JAFG the past few days. I even missed work yesterday which means I missed HHH class last night. I am all sadfaced about missing my workout last night. When I go back on Wednesday it’ll feel like starting from day 1 again. I hate that. I am planning on working out tonight. I need to stay in the habit.
I did go to workout on Friday which gave me a great sense of accomplishment. Go Me! I actually got in 70 work-out minutes. It felt great.
I had every intention of working out over the weekend, but I just wasn't up for anything requiring me to be outside of the abode. I felt all ick. The only reason I went out Sunday was because I was gonna have to start sharing cat food with Kitty and I'm pretty sure he'd see me starve and wither first. Saturday I added a plant to my patio garden and didn't do pretty much anything else.
Oh, I did order pizza. I got two medium thin crust pizzas actually (Domino's had a 2-pizza-2-topping-5.99-each special). It could be considered 4 pizzas because I got each half with a different 2-topping combination. Genius, really. I don't know why I haven't thought about this before.
Pizza one: One half pepperoni and mushroom (which, if you haven't learned by now, is my favorite), one half ham and pineapple (something I haven't tried since I was a kid and thought I'd try it again...now I remember why I haven't tried it since I was a kid), both sides with bell pepper. Pizza two: One half mushroom and black olives, one half spinach and feta, both sides with onion and white sauce. Yes, that's order craziness, but I placed the order online to cut out some of the possibility of mayhem. I'm sure someone somewhere in the process thought I must be high. I assure you I was not.
Now, before you start thinking that I had a pizza pig-out fest, I ate on that for two days. That's like 3 meals. One dinner, one breakfast and one lunch. Yom.
On Sunday I went to the grocery. I got all sorts of mad healthy foods. I almost bought a half a pound cake. Which still weighed at least a pound. You know the ones with the hole in the middle of them? Yeah, I had it in my basket. I was super craving on something that tasted like it was from the naughty list. Ever get those cravings? (That's a rhetorical question.)
Then I saw these "day old bakery" bran muffins and thought, "hmmm, perhaps I should be a little more responsible with my splurging and save some money". So I placed the pound cake back on the table and meandered over to the bran muffins. There were 4 in the carton. I read the nutrition label and turns out each muffin has almost 500 calories. Each. Each! W. T. H. This is supposed to be a healthy alternative. My breakfast from Panera last week had fewer calories than that. And it had cheese in it! So, pass on the bran muffin.
What I opted for was a little 12 ounce size cup filled with mini cookies with m&ms. Also, I got one 1.74 oz package of peanut m&ms. I had the cookies Sunday night and the peanut m&ms last night. All this is logged in my myfitnesspal food diary. With the pizza. Also, I did not exercise this weekend. And I stayed home from work yesterday. And I still managed to drop poundage.
So, I have to tell you about a dinner I had last night. (I am SO looking forward to the leftovers tonight). I even took a picture of the recipe card so you could all share in this feast of goodness.
I must say, being off the exercise routine and still watching what I ate was a great life lesson for me. I even had little splurges and delivery and as long as I kept everything in check, I felt like a real person eating real food. I mean, I’m not eating diet food. I’m eating healthy food, lean meats, lots of veg, watching calories. The healthful food isn’t all that much of a change. But, I’ve never been a calorie girl.
I’m not obsessive, just health conscious. I now know that a vodka/soda beverage is way better than a long island iced tea when I’m out. Things like that really make a difference!
-jafg
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