Okay, I'm craving dessert. Sweets are my weakness. I would rather eat dessert before (or sometimes in place of) dinner. So tonight I wanted dessert and I have nothing sweet to eat in my house. So what did I say to my wonderful husband?
"I think as my husband, it is your DUTY to make sure your wife has dessert every night!"
Yes, I said that crazy sh*t, AFTER I ranted about how we don't have anything for dessert...why don't we have dessert?...what can I have for dessert?...is he going to go out and get me dessert?...I know it's 10:30 at night, but still...
Sounds crazy, huh? Not to mention I've been eating crap for the last 2 days. I didn't just fall off the wagon, I tumbled off and landed face first into some cake--which by the way, my husband bought. And I ate a good portion of that cake, which lasted about 3 days. It wasn't a big cake and it wasn't really all that good, but hey, it was CAKE.
I skipped Turbo Kick yesterday...my husband "dragged me" to a highschool football game. I really wanted to go to Turbo but he really wanted me to go with him to the game. So I went to the game and then made sure I went to Body Combat today. I also tried something new today--something called the Arc Trainer. Interesting machine and wasn't too hard. I did it on level 3 interval hills. I also did some weight training. All this earned me about 7 activity points. Not too bad. But I ate them all up today, I just know it.
My husband and I went to see a movie today~"Julie and Julia" (yeah I know, not really a guy flick but I guess he was trying to make up for dragging me to a football game in the rain). The food looked so good. It reminded me of my love for butter. Butter and bread is the best. Butter makes so much food taste better. Man, I haven't had real butter (not Smart Balance) in so long. We stopped by the Dollar Store before the movies. I got a Coke Zero and Sugar Babies (I really wish the soda cancelled out the candy, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't work that way). Sugar Babies are pure sugar, but low in fat (the one redeeming factor).
So, tomorrow is a new day. The beginning of a new week. Good news is, I weighed in today and I'm down a pound. I'll take that, thank you very much. Could be worse, especially when you consider what I've been eating. Salad for lunch tomorrow when I work at the hospital. Yum, gonna do the damn thang.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Hurray! Inches lost!
Okay, quick post. I have been a little disappointed with the weight loss. I've been working out regularly (good job) but not counting my points regularly (not so good job). In my mind, I've been keeping a "general tally" of points for the day, but as we all know, that number is grossly underestimated.
So today after Body Combat, I went by the trainers section and asked for my numbers from when I started working out--weight and measurements. So, I've lost 4.2 lbs and 13.9 inches. I wish the pounds lost was a higher number, but I'm happy with the inches lost. I've lost 7.3 inches off my waist alone and another inch off my hips. My pannus is what makes my hip measurement so big--not really the hips (you know, that lower belly that just hangs there--I wish I could just slice it off).
I also lost a little off my chest and I'm wondering if that number is slightly skewed because I'm wearing a sports bra instead of the regular bra I was wearing originally. Could be, but whatever.
So maybe people aren't BS-ing me when they tell me I look like I've lost weight. Weight in lbs ain't nuthin but a number, right? So the plan is to continue to work out and keep trying to do right. And no excuses. But it ain't easy. I have lots of stress in my life. My son is moving next week to go and live with his dad. My brother just finished radiation therapy and is about to start chemo soon. My mother-in-law just had brain surgery and is in a rehab hospital now. I work two jobs and all kinds of stress come with that. There are days the comfort food (let's just call her Delishus) just whispers my name. Other days she chants it--over and over--annoyingly. And other days, she's slick about it, just gets into my head and tries to manipulate me...just a bite...just a taste...you know you want it...you can work it off later. I can be so easily manipulated at times.
So, wish me luck. Time to go have lunch. :-)
So today after Body Combat, I went by the trainers section and asked for my numbers from when I started working out--weight and measurements. So, I've lost 4.2 lbs and 13.9 inches. I wish the pounds lost was a higher number, but I'm happy with the inches lost. I've lost 7.3 inches off my waist alone and another inch off my hips. My pannus is what makes my hip measurement so big--not really the hips (you know, that lower belly that just hangs there--I wish I could just slice it off).
I also lost a little off my chest and I'm wondering if that number is slightly skewed because I'm wearing a sports bra instead of the regular bra I was wearing originally. Could be, but whatever.
So maybe people aren't BS-ing me when they tell me I look like I've lost weight. Weight in lbs ain't nuthin but a number, right? So the plan is to continue to work out and keep trying to do right. And no excuses. But it ain't easy. I have lots of stress in my life. My son is moving next week to go and live with his dad. My brother just finished radiation therapy and is about to start chemo soon. My mother-in-law just had brain surgery and is in a rehab hospital now. I work two jobs and all kinds of stress come with that. There are days the comfort food (let's just call her Delishus) just whispers my name. Other days she chants it--over and over--annoyingly. And other days, she's slick about it, just gets into my head and tries to manipulate me...just a bite...just a taste...you know you want it...you can work it off later. I can be so easily manipulated at times.
So, wish me luck. Time to go have lunch. :-)
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