Wednesday, September 19, 2012

A week in review

This week has probably been one of the toughest weeks since starting my health kick. I mean...why did I think that it was going to be easy? I took a five week hiatus where I ate anything that didn't eat me first! I also kicked running, or working out in general, to the curb!! Needless to say...those were some fabulous weeks - full of chocolate chip cookies, binging and sitting on my ass!
So, when I started the plan again, I found myself starving by 3:00 in the afternoon. Even though I had eaten breakfast, a snack, lunch and possibly another snack. I mean...Seymour was out of control! I couldn't keep up with the feeding schedule...stupid stomach.
Fortunately, I stuck with it and ate what I wanted...when I wanted. I mean...I ate TWO, that's right, TWO, giant chocolate fudge bars last night while I was watching The Voice. Then...I ate a pack of pb crackers because I could.
Here's the difference - I logged everything that I put into my pie hole.
So where did it get me? Here - I lost 2.9 pounds this week and am closer to inching myself back down towards my goal.
And there we have it goal. For the past eight months it has been completely unattainable. I mean...137.8 should be totally doable! Unfortunately, my body doesn't tend to agree.
I just can't seem to break out of the 140's. I get to around 141 - 142 pounds and hit a complete brick wall. I cannot, for the life of me, shed those extra 3 - 5 pounds. It's so frustrating!
My leader at FF Anonymous (Fat Farm - just in case you didn't know) told me that I will fight tooth and nail to lose those extra pounds and that my body is trying to tell me that I should be happy at the weight.
Here's my response: Fuck that. I'm not happy at that weight! I want to reach my goal! Why should I have to settle?'s to round two of hopefully being able to reach my goal.
I also started back on the exercise kick.
Zumba every Wednesday and I'm thinking about throwing some running in there too! I mean...I have to start training at some point - the Turkey Trot is in nine weeks!!!!!!!
Here's to a new approach and getting my groove back.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Off the wagon

Holy Hell! It's been almost four weeks since I've last written. I'm so not going to lie...I fell off the wagon...big time.
To be honest, it wasn't just my blogging wagon. It was more life wagon. lol
In January of 2012, I decided that I was going on a major health overhaul. I started Weight Watchers, joined the YMCA, and decided to pick up a Zumba class. Over the course of eight months, I lost almost 30 pounds, ran my first 5k and generally felt better - physically and emotionally.
Then...I got sick.
It wasn't anything major, but I just didn't feel good for almost three weeks. While I was down and out, I decided that I wasn't exercising, I definitely wasn't blogging and I sure as hell was going to count points! I needed a break!
After my three-week hiatus, I hopped back on the bandwagon. Unfortunately, my efforts were thwarted my a stupid procedure that I had to have done while on vacation. That eating for an entire day...having the procedure done (which also meant not eating for another day)...and then being in an anesthesia fog for another day.
All in equated to me not eating for three days and then totally binging on everything that I could get my hands on.
It also didn't help that all that Ellie wanted to do on vacation was bake cookies. And really...who am I to deny chocolate chip cookies to the most adorable little girl EVER?! lol
This is what happens when you let a three year old mix the dry ingredients together and put it in the mixing bowl

And come you think that you would be able to exert enough willpower to NOT eat those amazingly delicious chocolate chip cookies? neither. My willpower was gone at the first sight of the cookie dough in the mixing bowl.
We ended up making roughly five or six dozen cookies. I ate three dozen of those delicious bastards by myself.
So...needless to say...I hopped back on the wagon yesterday in an effort to shed the nine pounds that I have gained over the course of a few weeks.
So there you have it. My wagon, my fall, and my attempt to hop back on. God...I feel like I just played a round of Oregon Trail. I hope that I don't end up with Cholera.
Oh...and p.s. In case you want to get your hands on the recipe for my Grandma Gert's Chocolate Chip Cookies, check out the recipes link. You'll be glad that you did.