It has been 24 days since I've started this blog.
Which means in exactly 30 days, it will be our wedding day!
And I still have only shed 3 lbs. Granted, I've been a busy busy bee, running around at work getting ready for Thanksgiving, packing weekends in with wedding planning activities, going here, going there, going which way everywhere! My life is a Dr. Seuss book. And you are turning the pages. Are there any illustrators out there?
But I'm starting to come to terms with the fact that I may not lose the 25 lbs that I had once dreamed I would in a mere 54 days. However, I am happy that I've kept the weight that I've lost off, and even though my scale does not reflect a change, I do see slight changes in my physique. Slight. Very slight. But I'm having to wear a belt with my jeans now, which must be a good sign.
Sometimes I feel like there just aren't enough hours in the day for everything that I need to do. My little apartment is a wreck, but it's not more important then spending time with people that I care about (like Tyler! and my flower girls! And my girlfriends!), and it can't come before my many looming deadlines at work. The gym is important, but so is eating dinner. I think the trick is finding balance and variety, so that my life isn't just a dvd on fast forward or a perpetual routine of lather, rinse, repeat.
All of our lives are busy. How do you find balance?
Showing posts with label exercise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label exercise. Show all posts
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Days 19 and 20 - the confessional
I have a confession to make.
I haven't 'officially' worked out in 5 days.
Oh, I've moved around and been active - I've played with little kids, been a human clean machine at home, folded at least 12 tons of laundry, hauled things up and down the stairs, and did several hours of active wedding-supply shopping with my friend and bridesmaid Sharon.
But have I gone to the gym? Nope. Have I gone for a walk around the lake? Not in 5 days, I haven't! If I was an alcoholic, you would say that I've relapsed - only instead of hitting the bottle, I've hit the couch.
However, I've still done fairly well with eating, although I did take the weekend off from counting calories. I'm back on that wagon today, though, and as I write this, I'm headed to the gym to work out! Wish me luck, people, I'm gonna need it!
I haven't 'officially' worked out in 5 days.
Oh, I've moved around and been active - I've played with little kids, been a human clean machine at home, folded at least 12 tons of laundry, hauled things up and down the stairs, and did several hours of active wedding-supply shopping with my friend and bridesmaid Sharon.
But have I gone to the gym? Nope. Have I gone for a walk around the lake? Not in 5 days, I haven't! If I was an alcoholic, you would say that I've relapsed - only instead of hitting the bottle, I've hit the couch.
However, I've still done fairly well with eating, although I did take the weekend off from counting calories. I'm back on that wagon today, though, and as I write this, I'm headed to the gym to work out! Wish me luck, people, I'm gonna need it!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Day 16 - my scale, the liar
Either my scale is a liar, or I have gained 2 lbs in a day.
I suppose it's possible that I've gained 2 lbs in one day, but I don't think it's very likely. Now, while I was on vacation this summer, I guarantee you that there were days that I gained 2 lbs, eating fried po' boy sandwiches and crabcake eggs benedict (with the hollandaise, thank you very much) and ice cream for dessert. But yesterday? I didn't even exceed my self-imposed 1285 calorie limit. No, I didn't exercise yesterday... but really? 2 lbs?
So this leads me to believe that my scale is a liar. It is toying with me, playing games to mess with my mind. Both days I weighed myself after a shower, with the same thing on, in the morning. So what's the deal?
This makes me sad, because I think it means that I haven't really lost 3 and 1/2 lbs after all. Have you ever had your scale lie to you? Should I get a new one?
I suppose it's possible that I've gained 2 lbs in one day, but I don't think it's very likely. Now, while I was on vacation this summer, I guarantee you that there were days that I gained 2 lbs, eating fried po' boy sandwiches and crabcake eggs benedict (with the hollandaise, thank you very much) and ice cream for dessert. But yesterday? I didn't even exceed my self-imposed 1285 calorie limit. No, I didn't exercise yesterday... but really? 2 lbs?
So this leads me to believe that my scale is a liar. It is toying with me, playing games to mess with my mind. Both days I weighed myself after a shower, with the same thing on, in the morning. So what's the deal?
This makes me sad, because I think it means that I haven't really lost 3 and 1/2 lbs after all. Have you ever had your scale lie to you? Should I get a new one?
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Day 8 - time to rest
Whew! I have just completed 8 straight days of workouts, and I am tired. Yesterday I paid another visit to my local gym, where I proceeded to blast music and sweat it out on the moon-walker machine (sort of like an elliptical trainer and a stair-master in one, not sure what it's actually called but it feels like moon-walking! Because I know what walking on the moon feels like), and then worked out my arms for a full 15 minutes with weight machines. My back was hurting yesterday from kickboxing - it's a good hurt though - so I tried to focus on my shoulders and arms.
And today I woke up very, very sore. So I declare today to be rest day. But rest does not mean 'eat-whatever-you-want' day, and I will continue to follow my meal plan and track my calories. It's been going really well so far, and I definitely feel my body adjusting (although sometimes it is begrudgingly) to my new, active, and healthy way of life. I like eating many small meals each day, which should be no surprise since I love to eat. I've also noticed that I've had more energy this past week, and over the past few days, I've definitely felt a little happier. I've read before that exercising releases endorphins, the feel-good neurotransmitters (oohh, big word!) in your brain that fights pain and decreases stress naturally. Yes, I had to look that up. But there is something to it!
I'm off to work and my long-g-g day of work and appointments-that-don't-include-the-gym. What about you?
And today I woke up very, very sore. So I declare today to be rest day. But rest does not mean 'eat-whatever-you-want' day, and I will continue to follow my meal plan and track my calories. It's been going really well so far, and I definitely feel my body adjusting (although sometimes it is begrudgingly) to my new, active, and healthy way of life. I like eating many small meals each day, which should be no surprise since I love to eat. I've also noticed that I've had more energy this past week, and over the past few days, I've definitely felt a little happier. I've read before that exercising releases endorphins, the feel-good neurotransmitters (oohh, big word!) in your brain that fights pain and decreases stress naturally. Yes, I had to look that up. But there is something to it!
I'm off to work and my long-g-g day of work and appointments-that-don't-include-the-gym. What about you?
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Day 4 - The sweetest thing
It's the weekend! The time for relaxing, winding down, doing chores, lazily sleeping in is finally here!
Have you ever noticed that you work all week long looking forward to sleeping in on Saturday morning, which finally comes around, only to have your eyes pop open at 6:30am?
A mere hour later than you (or I at least) usually wake up?
That happens to me just about every week. I typically fight it and try to go back to sleep without success. This morning, though, I didn't fight it, and have a cup of deliciously smooth coffee next to me while I draft my telling of the failures and successes of yesterday to share with you.
Last night, after I finished a fairly decent workout at the gym, Tyler and I went to dinner to celebrate his birthday and our one year anniversary, despite him not feeling all that well after a much-too-long-week at work.
We didn't just 'go to dinner' - we patronized Chef Mavro, a rather lavish fine dining establishment, due to my having a gift certificate that I bought for half price on one of those internet deal sites. We don't usually go places that nice, and neither of us really knew what to expect.
We drove up, and there was a guy with a 2 liter bottle of soda and a laptop sitting under a little tent. Tyler and I didn't understand this, as it was self park. We thought that perhaps he ensures that only restaurant patrons park in the lot - but as we were walking towards the restaurant, he disappeared magically, like a leprechaun. I was commenting on this when we realized that he had gotten up to hold the restaurant door open for us. I think it was at that point that we realized my gift certificate was, err, not quite going to be enough for dinner.
Regardless, we carried on.
We walked in, and the restaurant had the air of wealth to it. There was not just one host, but two (which is unheard of at a small restaurant, at least any restaurant that I've ever worked at) available to walk us to our intimate table by the window. We were not given menus, which made me feel slightly nervous. 'They can tell we don't belong here', I thought...
Finally we were given menus, which were laid out rather uniquely - you had an option of a 3 course meal, a 4 course meal, a 6 course meal, or to try ALL the dishes the chef makes, in tasting portions. I laughed remembering a great movie I once saw where the main character went to the restaurant of her dreams and ordered ALL the menu items. I considered doing this until I saw the price of that option. Yikes. Is there gold in the dishes or something?
Long story short, we both ordered the 4 course menu and it was delicious. I had this whipped brie cheese on a small pat of sweetbread with figs and wine reduction sauce and just YUM! They served opakapaka with some lightly foamed sauce over a large homemade crouton with tempura asparagus, and pork medallions wrapped in oyster wraps with paper-thin sliced veggies and quite possible the most amazing au jus sauce I've ever had.
And dessert.
Are you ready for this?
Well, let's back up a bit and have me say that I LOVE dessert.
When I was a little girl, and my mom can attest to this, I used to eat dessert first ALL the time when we would go to restaurants.
'Why wait until you're full', I would think to myself in a shrill 6 year old voice. I think I was afraid I wouldn't have room for it and wanted to be sure that I was able to enjoy my favorite part of the meal. (I guess the concept of self control wasn't really familiar to me.)
So I pretty much live for dessert. But, I won't eat it unless it's really, really good. I once heard someone say that when you eat something that's unhealthy, ask yourself, 'Is this as good as I thought it would be?' If the answer is 'no', then stop eating it right then. If it's 'yes', then continue on. And if it's 'better than I thought it would be', then savor it and remember!
Last night's dessert was a rendition of s'mores. As a former girl scout, s'mores carries quite a bit of nostalgia for me. It reminds me of camping, cabins, scary story telling with flashlights, slumber parties, lakes, cold weather, and warm fires. I recall many nights of girl scout camping and always looking forward to the end of the campfire where we would look for sticks to mush our marshmallows on, and then roast them over the fire. I was always that girl that would take extra care roasting it - never setting it on fire, and patiently waiting until the entire exterior was golden brown with the inside an ooey, gooey melty mess. Sometimes I'd throw a piece of the chocolate bar into the marshmallow to ensure that it would melt right along with the marshmallow, then sandwich it immediately between two honey graham crackers and take a giant bite. Mmmmmm. Memories.
So I was very excited about this dessert. And when they brought it out, my eyes bugged out like a cartoon. It was like Pavlov's conditioning experiment - I instantly started salivating. That's because it looked like this:
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Have you ever noticed that you work all week long looking forward to sleeping in on Saturday morning, which finally comes around, only to have your eyes pop open at 6:30am?
A mere hour later than you (or I at least) usually wake up?
That happens to me just about every week. I typically fight it and try to go back to sleep without success. This morning, though, I didn't fight it, and have a cup of deliciously smooth coffee next to me while I draft my telling of the failures and successes of yesterday to share with you.
Last night, after I finished a fairly decent workout at the gym, Tyler and I went to dinner to celebrate his birthday and our one year anniversary, despite him not feeling all that well after a much-too-long-week at work.
We didn't just 'go to dinner' - we patronized Chef Mavro, a rather lavish fine dining establishment, due to my having a gift certificate that I bought for half price on one of those internet deal sites. We don't usually go places that nice, and neither of us really knew what to expect.
We drove up, and there was a guy with a 2 liter bottle of soda and a laptop sitting under a little tent. Tyler and I didn't understand this, as it was self park. We thought that perhaps he ensures that only restaurant patrons park in the lot - but as we were walking towards the restaurant, he disappeared magically, like a leprechaun. I was commenting on this when we realized that he had gotten up to hold the restaurant door open for us. I think it was at that point that we realized my gift certificate was, err, not quite going to be enough for dinner.
Regardless, we carried on.
We walked in, and the restaurant had the air of wealth to it. There was not just one host, but two (which is unheard of at a small restaurant, at least any restaurant that I've ever worked at) available to walk us to our intimate table by the window. We were not given menus, which made me feel slightly nervous. 'They can tell we don't belong here', I thought...
Finally we were given menus, which were laid out rather uniquely - you had an option of a 3 course meal, a 4 course meal, a 6 course meal, or to try ALL the dishes the chef makes, in tasting portions. I laughed remembering a great movie I once saw where the main character went to the restaurant of her dreams and ordered ALL the menu items. I considered doing this until I saw the price of that option. Yikes. Is there gold in the dishes or something?
Long story short, we both ordered the 4 course menu and it was delicious. I had this whipped brie cheese on a small pat of sweetbread with figs and wine reduction sauce and just YUM! They served opakapaka with some lightly foamed sauce over a large homemade crouton with tempura asparagus, and pork medallions wrapped in oyster wraps with paper-thin sliced veggies and quite possible the most amazing au jus sauce I've ever had.
And dessert.
Are you ready for this?
Well, let's back up a bit and have me say that I LOVE dessert.
When I was a little girl, and my mom can attest to this, I used to eat dessert first ALL the time when we would go to restaurants.
'Why wait until you're full', I would think to myself in a shrill 6 year old voice. I think I was afraid I wouldn't have room for it and wanted to be sure that I was able to enjoy my favorite part of the meal. (I guess the concept of self control wasn't really familiar to me.)
So I pretty much live for dessert. But, I won't eat it unless it's really, really good. I once heard someone say that when you eat something that's unhealthy, ask yourself, 'Is this as good as I thought it would be?' If the answer is 'no', then stop eating it right then. If it's 'yes', then continue on. And if it's 'better than I thought it would be', then savor it and remember!
Last night's dessert was a rendition of s'mores. As a former girl scout, s'mores carries quite a bit of nostalgia for me. It reminds me of camping, cabins, scary story telling with flashlights, slumber parties, lakes, cold weather, and warm fires. I recall many nights of girl scout camping and always looking forward to the end of the campfire where we would look for sticks to mush our marshmallows on, and then roast them over the fire. I was always that girl that would take extra care roasting it - never setting it on fire, and patiently waiting until the entire exterior was golden brown with the inside an ooey, gooey melty mess. Sometimes I'd throw a piece of the chocolate bar into the marshmallow to ensure that it would melt right along with the marshmallow, then sandwich it immediately between two honey graham crackers and take a giant bite. Mmmmmm. Memories.
So I was very excited about this dessert. And when they brought it out, my eyes bugged out like a cartoon. It was like Pavlov's conditioning experiment - I instantly started salivating. That's because it looked like this:
The lovely server started to describe my dessert, as they had done with each dish. On the upper left is a rosemary toasted marshmallow resting on top of a rich dark chocolate mousse, married with a gingerbread sauce. On the bottom right is a 'graham' cracker (but very thin and not at all graham like) sandwiched with homemade mint ice cream and dark chocolate sauce.
Wow.
And it was much, much better than I thought it would be. So I ate the entire thing (Tyler got a bite, too), even though it was likely an entire day's worth of calories.
Guess I'll be eating all veggies today to make up for it!
But that's ok. I had planned for this, and I've been eating really well (besides the cookies on the first day). Yesterday at work there was an abundance of cookies and candy and all kinds of delicious looking treats that various co-workers had brought in for Halloween. I was able to resist them because I knew I had something else to look forward to.
And I think that's key. It's important for me to eat well 90% of the time, and to plan in 'treats' - not necessarily food - but something. Several years ago I was on a major exercise kick at the start of a new year. I had a goal of running a marathon (I didn't. I discovered I hate running. Though I did stick to my workouts!), and I knew that I would need some sort of reward system in order to maintain my heavy workout schedule.
I needed new exercise clothes anyway (as I had none), so I went to a discount store, bought about 8 new things, and wrapped each one individually in tissue paper.
Each week, as I completed my goals for exercising, I would get one of them as a 'present'. Yes, that's right - sort of like you would do with a child that you were potty training. I do realize how ridiculous that sounds.
But, hey, it worked! And I didn't run the marathon, but I did run (half, the other half I walked) another 8 mile run. And that was quite an accomplishment. Unfortunately, I don't have the funding available or the need of clothing to justify implementing another reward system like that - but I think getting married in 51 days is reward enough.
I'll talk tomorrow about my eating plan for the next week. If you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them! Thank you for all of the comments and encouragement, it really helps!
Enjoy your Saturday, and eat something delicious!
Wow.
And it was much, much better than I thought it would be. So I ate the entire thing (Tyler got a bite, too), even though it was likely an entire day's worth of calories.
Guess I'll be eating all veggies today to make up for it!
But that's ok. I had planned for this, and I've been eating really well (besides the cookies on the first day). Yesterday at work there was an abundance of cookies and candy and all kinds of delicious looking treats that various co-workers had brought in for Halloween. I was able to resist them because I knew I had something else to look forward to.
And I think that's key. It's important for me to eat well 90% of the time, and to plan in 'treats' - not necessarily food - but something. Several years ago I was on a major exercise kick at the start of a new year. I had a goal of running a marathon (I didn't. I discovered I hate running. Though I did stick to my workouts!), and I knew that I would need some sort of reward system in order to maintain my heavy workout schedule.
I needed new exercise clothes anyway (as I had none), so I went to a discount store, bought about 8 new things, and wrapped each one individually in tissue paper.
Each week, as I completed my goals for exercising, I would get one of them as a 'present'. Yes, that's right - sort of like you would do with a child that you were potty training. I do realize how ridiculous that sounds.
But, hey, it worked! And I didn't run the marathon, but I did run (half, the other half I walked) another 8 mile run. And that was quite an accomplishment. Unfortunately, I don't have the funding available or the need of clothing to justify implementing another reward system like that - but I think getting married in 51 days is reward enough.
I'll talk tomorrow about my eating plan for the next week. If you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them! Thank you for all of the comments and encouragement, it really helps!
Enjoy your Saturday, and eat something delicious!
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Day 1 - the experiment begins
In exactly 54 days, I will be walking down the aisle. I said walking, not waddling. At least I hope.
I've been struggling with my weight and fitness level for several years now. "Kate, you look great!" is what I always hear when/if I share about this. But I don't, not really. I'm about 25 pounds over what I would like to be - and I bet you women out there can relate to this. 25 pounds is just enough to make you feel gross without looking totally gross. To the untrained eye, I may look like I'm just a bit chubby, slightly big boned, or, my favorite, curvy.
Over the past 6 or so months, I've stepped up my workouts, lost some weight, went on a 3 week long vacation, gained some weight, came back home, counted calories, drank wine, ate fried food, ate salads, worked out some more, and pretty much look exactly the same. I love all things sweet and salty. I'm the girl that eats a lean cuisine and adds salt to it. I was at the dentist yesterday and they gave me an oh, so delicious chocolate chip cookie cup with peanut butter in the center because they know I love sweets so much. The dentist, people. This means something is wrong.
What in the world will make a difference? I'm not sure, but I have an inkling that blogging from now until the wedding will help with motivation, and hopefully provide some warped sense of accountability.
Here's my challenge.
54 days.
54 workouts.
54 days of eating right 90% of the time, with some room for the occasional delicious meal out (like an anniversary dinner with my fiance this weekend!).
54 blog entries.
And 54 supporters!
Are you with me?
Please?
I've been struggling with my weight and fitness level for several years now. "Kate, you look great!" is what I always hear when/if I share about this. But I don't, not really. I'm about 25 pounds over what I would like to be - and I bet you women out there can relate to this. 25 pounds is just enough to make you feel gross without looking totally gross. To the untrained eye, I may look like I'm just a bit chubby, slightly big boned, or, my favorite, curvy.
Over the past 6 or so months, I've stepped up my workouts, lost some weight, went on a 3 week long vacation, gained some weight, came back home, counted calories, drank wine, ate fried food, ate salads, worked out some more, and pretty much look exactly the same. I love all things sweet and salty. I'm the girl that eats a lean cuisine and adds salt to it. I was at the dentist yesterday and they gave me an oh, so delicious chocolate chip cookie cup with peanut butter in the center because they know I love sweets so much. The dentist, people. This means something is wrong.
What in the world will make a difference? I'm not sure, but I have an inkling that blogging from now until the wedding will help with motivation, and hopefully provide some warped sense of accountability.
Here's my challenge.
54 days.
54 workouts.
54 days of eating right 90% of the time, with some room for the occasional delicious meal out (like an anniversary dinner with my fiance this weekend!).
54 blog entries.
And 54 supporters!
Are you with me?
Please?
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