Weigh-in day today and I am down 1.2 pounds — more than I expected since in the past my second week back on my healthy lifestyle I either stay at the same weight or gain. A 1.2 loss I will take.
I was talking to my dad earlier today, trying to figure out why getting in the right frame of mind with my weight loss seems to be so difficult this time. Somehow I expected it to be easier, after all, I have done it before. I know what I need to do to lose the weight. I know I can do it. Why can’t I get in the right mindset?
I skipped out on going to the gym today because I was busy, I had shinsplints and sore arms. Excuses, I know.
I am hoping that continuing to write this blog, even on days I don’t really have much of anything to say (like today) will help get my mind in the right place.
I did work up the courage to post the progress I have made so far on Facebook this morning. Every time I post my blog to Facebook I get incredibly nervous about what other people will say. Once again I was surprised at how encouraging everyone is. Hopefully one of these days I will stop being surprised when I get support from others.
Welp, what I can only assume is the bubonic plague has made its way through my household. After about three weeks of being miserably sick and almost constant coughing, I finally felt good enough to start back at the gym yesterday.
I have a really bad habit of trying to make up for lost time by trying to do too much too fast the first time back at the gym. I didn’t let myself do that this time. I started off slow yesterday by just doing an hour of cardio, 30 minutes on the recumbent bike and 30 minutes on the treadmill.
It felt fantastic to be able to get back to working out, both physically and mentally. I am almost always energized when leaving the gym, and I am always better on my food choices afterward because I don’t want to undo all the work I did.
I even managed to make it back two days in a row, logging 20 minutes on the bike, 20 minutes on the treadmill and some arm exercises. I am still no where near where I was before I fell off the fitness wagon (and was subsequently run over several times by said wagon several times). I am happy with today because exactly zero percent of me wanted to work out today, so getting anything in was a minor victory.
I am a member at the local YMCA, and they have started a 400, 300, 100 mile challenge for 2015. They are challenging members to walk/run 400 miles, or bike 300 miles, or swim 100 miles over the course of 2015. I am hoping to do all three. The swimming will be the hardest part. I will be logging my progress on this blog (probably on a weekly basis).
Progress so far:
Bike, 8.13 miles — walk, 1.64 miles — swim 0 miles.
I would love it if any of you wanted to join me!
I have also started wearing my FitBit again, which really does help to motivate to get those extra steps in.
Weigh in day tomorrow. I am not expecting to lose any weight, I rarely do my second week. As long as the scale doesn’t go up, I will consider this week a success.
Between February-June 2013 I managed to lose 69 pounds. I was feeling and looking better than I had in a very long time.
Then life happened.
In the last year I lost a good friend of mine. I fell in love with a great guy. Got a new job. Moved 6 hours away from my family for the job and the guy. Had some medical issues that required surgery and about 6 weeks of recovery time. We bought a house. I have been learning to be a step-mother for two amazing children.
A lot of amazing things have happened. A lot of not-so-great-things happened. A couple horrible things happened. Whether it was the good, the bad, or the ugly, it was all stressful.
This morning, after spending the last year dieting, not dieting, working out, being lazy, I stepped on the scale for the first time in a while and was not happy about what I saw. I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty, but I wasn’t prepared for the number looking back at me.
I managed to put nearly half the weight I lost back on. It was depressing.
The BF and I decided last week we both needed to start working out and eating healthy again. I spent a good chunk of the day Sunday doing meal prep for the week, making the food necessary to accommodate both of our diets. He can eat more than twice as much as I can in a day and still lose weight. Lucky bastard. 😉
It is only baby steps, but so far, I have managed to ignore the mammoth box of chocolate covered cherries sitting on the break room table. I’ve been sitting at my desk munching away on my portioned packs of dried soy beans and raw sliced peppers. The container of cottage cheese didn’t fair so well in my lunch bag. At least I’ll only have to count half of those calories.
So here I am again. Starting over again. Again.
I need to make sure this time I keep writing, to hold myself accountable and to give myself nothing to do but think about my diet, exercising and living well for at least a half an hour a day. I need to get in the selfish mode again, where I make the time to go to the gym, eat right, not give in to temptations. I know I can do this, I have done it before. The next week will be the hardest, but I have to do it.
Tonight, regardless of how tired I am, I am going to the gym. I am going to respect my current limitations (the cold that everyone and their mother has) and I am going to at least walk on the treadmill or ride the bike. I am going to do something to get myself moving in the right direction.