I didn't sleep last night, which meant that I was a slug today. After Jess got home we did go exploring down at the Saiyu for a while. We went to a place that serves omelettes stuffed with rice and random toppings. I had chicken and spinach in tomato sauce. He had a crab cake in some kind of brown sauce. The kids had the typical really awesome kids meals.
I didn't formally exercise today and we cut yesterday short (at 20 minutes), but I'm proud of myself that I went out to eat and stopped when I was satisfied instead of cleaning my plate. It was really delicious. I didn't want to stop. :o)
Anyway, it's 8:30pm and I'm pooped. I'm going to get a LONG night's sleep and hope I weigh in low tomorrow. My daily weights this week are making it look promising. This is my first WI after recommitting and for some reason it's important to me that this is a big one. Getting off on the right foot, and all that...
Here it is. A blog full of me shamelessly tooting my own horn. I feel that I can count today as a success from top to bottom.
I got up at 5:45 (after going to bed at 10) and ran before Jesse left for work.
I managed to get some housework done.
I got us all dressed and out of the house.
Rode 3 miles (aproximately?) and back to the YCC, pulling the kids behind my bike in the trailer.
We had lunch at the YCC. I had a turkey wrap on wheat with no oil or mayo. The kids had french fries and I didn't snitch a single one.
Plus, (not really tooting my horn, but their's) they were SOOO well behaved. I dread taking them out without Jesse with me because usually one or both of them loses their mind entirely and needs to be removed to the van for some quiet time.
So. I'm pooped. It's only 7pm and I'm already in my pajamas. That is excellent, considering how much difficulty I usually have sleeping. I'm thinking shrimp cocktail and fruit salad for dinner, a little Stephane Plum before bed, and lights out by 9.
First, let me say that I am so proud of myself. I got up when my alarm went off, weighed myself, put my clothes on, and walked out the door.
It was lovely. It was damp and smelled good and not too hot. There was a really nice breeze.
Surprisingly, there were a ton of people out there! For some reason I wasn't expecting that. I thought I'd be out there all alone, maybe seeing a car or two. I saw at least ten people before I started on the track, and cars went by constantly. I guess I had a light bulb moment. Duh, Reece. People are up and about early on a military base. This is when most people start their days. I am the exception, not the rule. Today was the first time I've seen this side of 6AM since the last time I caught a plane.
While I was out there, two noticeable things happened.
One, I think I heard a Cuckoo bird. Honestly. It was the only bird making any noise and it sounded just like a cuckoo clock. I wonder if it really was?
Two, right as I started out on the path a car went by me. It honked, then the guy driving leaned out the window, waved, and yelled, "Good for you, honey!" I had to ponder this for a little bit to decide if I was insulted or flattered. After all, there were many people out there on that track. So my first thought was "Oh, he singled me out because I'm fat." Well...maybe. But so what? He offered some very friendly support and made me smile a little bit. So, ultimately, it made me feel good.
Today was my second day on Core. So far, so good. I'm learning that I'm really going to have to keep stuff around and prepared in advance....Unless I feel like eating raw fruits and veggies when I get the grumblies. (Generally, my feelings on that are "Thanks, but no thanks.")
So I've got some chili in the fridge (so good! and so easy! I always thought making chili was an all day event. This took ten minutes!) and a chicken and carrots, onions, and garlic in the crockpot.
We took the kids to the pool today after dinner. It was a good time. :o) We all paddled around for an hour and came home deliciously exhausted. It's now 10:24 and I plan to be in bed by 10:30. I REALLY want to get up tomorrow and run before he goes to work. Well...walk, at least. Running might be outside the scope of my limitations as of right now.
Ah ha! I learned my lesson! Just before I went to type in a new blog I remembered what happened last time. So, I'm carrying on in notepad.
I now have a partner in crime. My dear, sweet husband had an ephiphany last week and is ready to lose weight with me. We did weight watchers together for a while in the beginning of 2003. I lost 20 pounds and he lost 30. Then I got pregnant and proceeded to gain 17...while he overachieved and gained 50. Since then we've moved half way across the world and had our lives turned upside down.
I'm exicted. I think we're in a place that we can really do this. And everything is so much easier when we do it together. It's more "lifestyle" and less "diet". He even agreed to try the Weight Watchers Core plan, even though he's always balked at the suggestion in the past. When he heard that we could still eat tacos he jumped right on board. lol! So tonight we went to the grocery store and bought oodles of fruit, and veggies, and meat. Core appeals to me more than the Points plan did, in that it really doesn't give you too much wiggle room to eat crap. As long as you met your fruit and veggie quota on the Point plan, you could technically spend the rest of your points on ring dings. I don't want to be thin. I want to be healthy. If thin happens as a side effect, that would be excellent...but that's not really my goal. Honestly, I dig me the way I am.
My entheusism for the gym was dampened last week when I smashed my toe and it turned black under the nail It hurt S....O....O bad. Then this week my gym buddy was teaching vacation bible school and was getting up too early to want to go to the gym at night. So, back to the gym come Tuesday. (Monday if I can get Lauren to go with me). I'm also thinking about setting my alarm so I can go run a mile or two before he gets up and leaves for work. IF I can make myself do this, it will accomplish three things: I'll be getting a workout in, I'll be up and about in the morning instead of being slug-like until 11 or noon, AND I'll have to go to bed at a reasonable time. More nights than not I go to bed between 2 and 3am. I try so hard, but I can't break out of the cycle. Maybe working out first thing in the morning, when I HAVE to (or there will be nobody to watch the kids) will give me the steam to keep going all day and then actually sleep at night.
I figured since I'll be hanging out around here (daily from here on in to at least update my weight - and hopefully journal my food and check off my guidelines) I might as well settle in and make myself at home. So, I added some pictures. And I figured out how to add a friend, so there's a link to his page. I am feeling very optimistic. :o)
Jesse got me World of Warcraft for Mother's Day. I played it for two weeks...and did little else in that time frame. As fun as it was it's time to get back to reality. You know, mundane things... Like eating...and showering.
Oh, and trying to lose weight.
It turns out that sitting on your ass playing video games from dawn till dawn isn't all that condusive to weight loss.
On the plus side, I am back on track. I went to the gym twice this week and REALLY worked out. I pushed myself the whole time, I didn't just coast through the motions. I'm not seeing my trainer anymore. It just wasn't worth the money when she had me mostly doing cardio and I can do that for free on my own, on my own time. I might hire her again later, maybe after I drop to under 180.
I bit the bullet and weighed myself this morning. I cringed as I stepped on the scale, fearing I'd gained 15 pounds. Surprise of all surprises...I'm the same. Really? How did that happen? I thought I had lost so much ground...
I'm feeling kind of optimistic. I'm starting to equate this to quitting smoking... I tried probably ten times to quit. I would cut down for a while, then pick back up. Then I would quit for a while, then pick it back up. Eventually, I quit altogether. It took a looooong time. Over a year, probably.
I'm seeing a similar pattern with trying to lose weight. I'll watch what I eat for a while, then quit. I'll exercise for a while, then quit. But it seems that the times that I quit are getting shorter in duration. I've been itching to get back to the gym and it had only been about two and a half weeks since I had gone last. It felt like FOREVER. In the past, I could have gone for months without giving it a second thought.
I'm surprised. I cancelled my second training session, didn't watch what I ate, and drank a liberal amount of wine last night. I thought for sure I was going to jump into the 220s again.
I think I'm going to start weighing myself daily again. I seem to have been most successful in the past when I did that, because I'm not a slave to the number. I don't freak when it fluctuates (On the contrary, I find it very interesting) but it keeps me aware of the fact that...I need to be aware.
