Wow, did it ever turn out to be a rough week...and I'm going to be brief here because it's past my bedtime, but I had to check in seeing as how it's weigh-in day.
And so, after a really terrible week where I didn't work out after Thursday at all and didn't stick all that well to my food plan (although I did manage to stay off the crap and didn't eat in the evenings at all - yay me), I lost 3.2lbs!! I'm sure it's because of the waffles and beer for supper last night - that must be it. Perhaps there's a book deal there: Waffles and Beer: the Weight Loss Guide for True Albertans (or something). Maybe I'll end up on Oprah! I knew there was a niche for me somewhere...
Into week 2 go I with (cue scary music) my cleanse kit in hand! I'm off work for a week after tomorrow, so I figure it's a good time to drink the herbal equivalent of WD-40 and a stick of dynamite every day - never have to be too far away from the bathroom. On the other hand, neither of the toilets in our house are working at full capacity - and no, there are no cell phones in either of them.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Off the wagon already!
Oh dear, it's been, um, a couple of days.
Joel has banished me to sleep in the basement because he wants his wife back, but I am finding it even harder to sleep down there. I keep hearing people getting up upstairs but I know I'll just get in trouble if I go try and help. So I am almost completely zombified at this point - not a situation conducive to effective meal planning and good time management!
The good news is that I didn't completely blow it yesterday. I stuck to my plan, mostly, until I ate lunch early and then took my girlies to the mall. We got home at 5pm, dinner was a full hour away and I already had the shakes - so to make a long story short, I ate more than I had planned, but no junk food. Small victory there...but I also had my workout interrupted halfway through and never went back and finished it. Argh.
This morning, after another sleepless night, I dragged my hurting carcass out of bed minutes before I needed to leave for work, fell back on the yucky energy drink (and I mean yucky! I really should have known better than to voluntarily buy mocha cappuccino-flavored pop, but the adrenaline rush from trying to keep my breakfast down after the first sip sure woke me up!), and went to work. One hour later I was on my way home again, this time to go over to the playschool for the toy cleaning. Got that started, then it was back to work for two more sessions, then home again for lunch before Joel and I took the girlies swimming...we got home too late for me to make supper and get us all to taekwondo, so - Subway!
Here's hoping for sleep tonight - or I just may need a defibrillator to get out of bed tomorrow.
Joel has banished me to sleep in the basement because he wants his wife back, but I am finding it even harder to sleep down there. I keep hearing people getting up upstairs but I know I'll just get in trouble if I go try and help. So I am almost completely zombified at this point - not a situation conducive to effective meal planning and good time management!
The good news is that I didn't completely blow it yesterday. I stuck to my plan, mostly, until I ate lunch early and then took my girlies to the mall. We got home at 5pm, dinner was a full hour away and I already had the shakes - so to make a long story short, I ate more than I had planned, but no junk food. Small victory there...but I also had my workout interrupted halfway through and never went back and finished it. Argh.
This morning, after another sleepless night, I dragged my hurting carcass out of bed minutes before I needed to leave for work, fell back on the yucky energy drink (and I mean yucky! I really should have known better than to voluntarily buy mocha cappuccino-flavored pop, but the adrenaline rush from trying to keep my breakfast down after the first sip sure woke me up!), and went to work. One hour later I was on my way home again, this time to go over to the playschool for the toy cleaning. Got that started, then it was back to work for two more sessions, then home again for lunch before Joel and I took the girlies swimming...we got home too late for me to make supper and get us all to taekwondo, so - Subway!
Here's hoping for sleep tonight - or I just may need a defibrillator to get out of bed tomorrow.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Man, I love taekwondo. It gives me a chance to beat the shit out of my kids in a sportsman-like manner (we pull all our punches and kicks, of course, and use pool noodles for weaponry, but still). And it's at the best time of day; between 6:15 and 7pm - right when we'd all like to start beating on each other anyway! I just wish Joel was taking the class with us...
I hit my first big snag today. Bad choice of words! Not talking about taekwondo anymore...will try that again.
What consistently derails my diet and exercise efforts (that's better) is lack of sleep. It is SO frustrating and I can't understand why I'm not used to it by now, but it bit me HARD on the ass today, after a night of getting up with Sarah and getting bossed around by the stupid cats who must be fed and let out at 3:30am - there's no waiting until my alarm goes off an hour later for their majesties! Also, remember that awesome leg workout I got in yesterday? Oh, the pain...I am convinced that I don't recover well from workouts lately because I don't generally get much sleep. Anyway, spent the day with a piano tied to my butt and freakin' sore legs to drag it around with - a perfect recipe for falling off the wagon, especially when I came home from work to insane children and a husband with a dark cloud hanging over his head from dealing with them all morning...and guess what? I made it through! The only bending of the rules happened just before work, when, barely awake and faced with the dirty coffee pot from yesterday (yes, that is a bad habit of mine - I am NOT a housekeeper but that is another entry entirely) and the aforementioned piano tethered firmly to my hindquarters, I caved and knocked back an energy drink. Oh well - desperate times call for desperate measures!
I'd better go wash the coffee pot so that doesn't happen tomorrow.
I hit my first big snag today. Bad choice of words! Not talking about taekwondo anymore...will try that again.
What consistently derails my diet and exercise efforts (that's better) is lack of sleep. It is SO frustrating and I can't understand why I'm not used to it by now, but it bit me HARD on the ass today, after a night of getting up with Sarah and getting bossed around by the stupid cats who must be fed and let out at 3:30am - there's no waiting until my alarm goes off an hour later for their majesties! Also, remember that awesome leg workout I got in yesterday? Oh, the pain...I am convinced that I don't recover well from workouts lately because I don't generally get much sleep. Anyway, spent the day with a piano tied to my butt and freakin' sore legs to drag it around with - a perfect recipe for falling off the wagon, especially when I came home from work to insane children and a husband with a dark cloud hanging over his head from dealing with them all morning...and guess what? I made it through! The only bending of the rules happened just before work, when, barely awake and faced with the dirty coffee pot from yesterday (yes, that is a bad habit of mine - I am NOT a housekeeper but that is another entry entirely) and the aforementioned piano tethered firmly to my hindquarters, I caved and knocked back an energy drink. Oh well - desperate times call for desperate measures!
I'd better go wash the coffee pot so that doesn't happen tomorrow.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Yesterday ended up being pretty easy. In fact, this food plan is pretty easy to follow in general - all common sense stuff like eating regularly and no junk food. Really my problem is that I have selective retardation in the organization department, so what I need is for someone to tell me what to eat and when to eat it. Especially at dinner!
Picture this: It's 5pm, I've been awake for 12+ hours and I'm starting to fade. The children have been alternately bugging me for snacks (even though it's only been 15 minutes since the last snack time) TV (or computer games or video games; they know the answer is going to be no, no, and FORGET IT AND DON'T ASK ME AGAIN, but just in case this one time they wear me down and I say yes, they have to ask) or a trip to the park (even though we just got back from the park before snack time) for the last 3 hours, nothing has been thawed out or planned, and I say "what does everyone want for supper?" Cue the chorus of "Cheese! Olives! Whipped cream! Halloween treats! S'mores! Pickles!" and then I either lay down on the couch and cry or grouchily drag my ass to the kitchen to make omelets, toast, and salad AGAIN. It's not the cooking that I don't like; it's the decision making - sometimes I want to scream, "can't someone else in this house make a decision about supper for once??" But we all know the answer to that question...mmm...olives.
So this planning out a week's worth of meals is working out well. It's bringing me back to a time when I wasn't trying to juggle motherhood, work, school, volunteer commitments, etc. and actually did take the time to plan meals...so here and now I resolve to make it a priority!
Awesome leg workout today; you know it's good when you feel like you're standing on a vibration trainer for the rest of the morning. Here's hoping running feels better tomorrow!
Picture this: It's 5pm, I've been awake for 12+ hours and I'm starting to fade. The children have been alternately bugging me for snacks (even though it's only been 15 minutes since the last snack time) TV (or computer games or video games; they know the answer is going to be no, no, and FORGET IT AND DON'T ASK ME AGAIN, but just in case this one time they wear me down and I say yes, they have to ask) or a trip to the park (even though we just got back from the park before snack time) for the last 3 hours, nothing has been thawed out or planned, and I say "what does everyone want for supper?" Cue the chorus of "Cheese! Olives! Whipped cream! Halloween treats! S'mores! Pickles!" and then I either lay down on the couch and cry or grouchily drag my ass to the kitchen to make omelets, toast, and salad AGAIN. It's not the cooking that I don't like; it's the decision making - sometimes I want to scream, "can't someone else in this house make a decision about supper for once??" But we all know the answer to that question...mmm...olives.
So this planning out a week's worth of meals is working out well. It's bringing me back to a time when I wasn't trying to juggle motherhood, work, school, volunteer commitments, etc. and actually did take the time to plan meals...so here and now I resolve to make it a priority!
Awesome leg workout today; you know it's good when you feel like you're standing on a vibration trainer for the rest of the morning. Here's hoping running feels better tomorrow!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
181.2...as good a starting point as anything, I guess.
It's worse than I thought. It appears as though I have started this project not a moment too soon! I have been avoiding stepping on the scale for exactly this reason, but clearly it's time to own up. Could be I'm a little puffy from last night's overindulgences, though; I did lose the battle against the Nutella and there is still a quarter of a jar or so in the fridge. After a lovely evening of watching Star Trek (TOS - awesome!) and feeling like I was going to launch a giant load of graham crackers and Nutella and (alright, since I'm being 100% honest) marshmallow cream all over the living room, I suspect I am immune to Nutella's charms. For now, anyway.
So - what's for breakfast? Must have caffeine first...coffee pot is still dirty from yesterday - blaugh - and I'm not mentally equipped to clean it just yet, so...green tea! I decided last night that the lox substitute is going to be swiss cheese; similiar in calories/protein/fat content to lox, much less fishy-smelling (always good in the morning), and, most importantly, readily available.
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The lox (swiss cheese) benedict wasn't bad. The dill sauce didn't go that well with swiss cheese and made me think that maybe on Thursday when I have to make it again I will just take the bull by the balls and put lox on mine. The kids can eat Cheerios, since they (predictably) turned up their noses at eggs with green sauce for breakfast.
Argh! Need coffee! Time to wash the stinkin' pot and make some.
So - what's for breakfast? Must have caffeine first...coffee pot is still dirty from yesterday - blaugh - and I'm not mentally equipped to clean it just yet, so...green tea! I decided last night that the lox substitute is going to be swiss cheese; similiar in calories/protein/fat content to lox, much less fishy-smelling (always good in the morning), and, most importantly, readily available.
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The lox (swiss cheese) benedict wasn't bad. The dill sauce didn't go that well with swiss cheese and made me think that maybe on Thursday when I have to make it again I will just take the bull by the balls and put lox on mine. The kids can eat Cheerios, since they (predictably) turned up their noses at eggs with green sauce for breakfast.
Argh! Need coffee! Time to wash the stinkin' pot and make some.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Here goes nothing!
Who the hell eats lox with eggs for breakfast?? Well, the plan was that I was going to, tomorrow morning, but it turns out that Save-on-Foods charges about eight bucks an ounce for lox. Hmph. Not much of an auspicious start, but no matter; I will figure out a suitable alternative...eating anything that smells like gonads for breakfast can't be that great an idea anyway.
For a long time now I have been muddling along in search of a Plan. You know what I mean: an exercise/diet program that will work over the long term without damning me to a lifetime of nibbling on lettuce in the kitchen while my family eats lasagna for supper. You might think that as a personal trainer, I should have that type of issue under control, but I'm still working on it...which is part of the reason why I do what I do. But I digress.
At the risk of sounding like a broken record to many of you (you know who you are and I apologize; I will understand if you chuck all your laptops out into the driveway or set your hair on fire or, at the very least, stop reading) this is the last time I'm doing this. The LAST time. I figure that putting my journey toward health and fitness out there for all to see will be an exercise (no pun intended) in catharsis; that I will be able to bid farewell to all the I can't's and I will's and other various abuses that I hurl at the mirror. If I can accomplish what I set out to do here, inspire anyone else to do the same, or even give someone a laugh along the way, I will have succeeded. You will get the good, the bad, the hideous, and the hilarious, and I intend to keep this blog up until, well...I get there, wherever it ends up.
So what am I setting out to do? I hate to sound tiresome and generic, but I am out to shed about 30lbs and...what? Get healthier? I guess...look better? Definitely...oh, wait, I know - be happier, be a better mom and a better example to my daughters (upon proofreading, Joel pointed out that I made no mention of being a better wife, but I am already perfect in that department - ha! ha!). So you are reading a weight-loss journal of sorts, a way for me to be accountable and hopefully entertaining - because if you can't laugh at yourself, you're in real trouble!
So it is Saturday night, and everything is ready. I have gone grocery shopping, my meal plan is done (courtesy of Oxygen magazine for this first week), and my workout plan is done (well, mostly). I have spent the day gearing myself up and preparing mentally to embark on this journey...and I'm looking forward to it, actually. Now all I have to do is take care of that damn jar of Nutella. Tomorrow morning I will weigh in, post the result, and then figure out what to eat instead of lox for breakfast.
For a long time now I have been muddling along in search of a Plan. You know what I mean: an exercise/diet program that will work over the long term without damning me to a lifetime of nibbling on lettuce in the kitchen while my family eats lasagna for supper. You might think that as a personal trainer, I should have that type of issue under control, but I'm still working on it...which is part of the reason why I do what I do. But I digress.
At the risk of sounding like a broken record to many of you (you know who you are and I apologize; I will understand if you chuck all your laptops out into the driveway or set your hair on fire or, at the very least, stop reading) this is the last time I'm doing this. The LAST time. I figure that putting my journey toward health and fitness out there for all to see will be an exercise (no pun intended) in catharsis; that I will be able to bid farewell to all the I can't's and I will's and other various abuses that I hurl at the mirror. If I can accomplish what I set out to do here, inspire anyone else to do the same, or even give someone a laugh along the way, I will have succeeded. You will get the good, the bad, the hideous, and the hilarious, and I intend to keep this blog up until, well...I get there, wherever it ends up.
So what am I setting out to do? I hate to sound tiresome and generic, but I am out to shed about 30lbs and...what? Get healthier? I guess...look better? Definitely...oh, wait, I know - be happier, be a better mom and a better example to my daughters (upon proofreading, Joel pointed out that I made no mention of being a better wife, but I am already perfect in that department - ha! ha!). So you are reading a weight-loss journal of sorts, a way for me to be accountable and hopefully entertaining - because if you can't laugh at yourself, you're in real trouble!
So it is Saturday night, and everything is ready. I have gone grocery shopping, my meal plan is done (courtesy of Oxygen magazine for this first week), and my workout plan is done (well, mostly). I have spent the day gearing myself up and preparing mentally to embark on this journey...and I'm looking forward to it, actually. Now all I have to do is take care of that damn jar of Nutella. Tomorrow morning I will weigh in, post the result, and then figure out what to eat instead of lox for breakfast.
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