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.
It was hard for me to write about the asshole who thought it was appropriate to throw a beer bottle at me while working out. At first I didn’t want to tell anyone about it, let alone blog about it. In the long run I am SO glad I did. The response I got was incredibly overwhelmingly positive.
The post was shared dozens of times. People I barely know stopped me in the streets of my small town and motivated me to keep going and ignore the haters.
Here are some of the comments I got on my Facebook page alone after posting the blog (I got over 40 so I won’t be sharing them all):
“Love you, girl! While he was pointing one finger at you, three of his fingers were pointing back at him. Judging says nothing about the one being judged, but everything about the one doing the judging! You have the right attitude! Keep being you and speaking your truth and shining your beautiful light! xo”
“Ya know, you are totally right. What a jerk! Lynn, I really admire you for your attitude and for your work ethic. It’d be easy to let him get into your head but you didn’t. Good for you. Keep up the good work. One day at a time! Love you!”
“you’re a hero. A friend of mine had a similar experience here in Boston last year while she was training for the webster triathalon, which she was doing to loose weight so she and her husband could get pregnant. She gave birth to her baby girl last week…I’m doing the triathalon in her honor this year because she just inspired me so much. You are so right about the dude that yelled at you, his life must be total shit, and will continue to be. My first instinct in these situations is to yell back “sorry about your tiny shrivled shrimp penis! good luck!”, ….feel free to use that whenever.““Your a gorgeous person inside and out what a pathetic excuse of a man!!! Fantastic article!! And ps curvy is sexy so sod that pathetic excuse of a human being xxx“
Thank you to all who encourage me, who keep me motivated, and are endlessly supportive. This is a long, hard journey, but I am going to make it, and I have people like you to thank for that.
I am quickly learning that for every discouraging asshat out there putting people down for working out, there are easily 100 cheering them on (whether they verbalize it or not).
To the “Neighbor Who Is Running And Working Out Outside” thanks for the motivation. Keep up the good work!
Saying I have had a hard time getting motivated to eat and workout lately would be the understatement of the year. After getting home from work, I just want to relax. Life’s stresses make me want to eat anything and everything in sight. I’m sure many of you relate.
Today I managed to pull together some motivation to ride my bike to the neighboring town. I have been riding a couple times a week — the longest ride so far being 16 miles. Today’s route wasn’t far — only about eight miles — but it required me to climb the steepest hill I have faced so far. As I was very slowly climbing the worst part of the long hill, a Jeep came up behind me on the highway. A college-age man hung his head out the vehicle, yelled “fatass” and threw an empty beer bottle at me.
The beer bottle shattered on the pavement next to me, sending sharp shards of glass bouncing off the road, hitting my legs and bike.
Physically I wasn’t hurt, but that action by a complete stranger hurt emotionally. It completely took the wind out of my sails for a couple minutes at a time I needed it the most.
Being overweight for most of my life, I have never been a fan of working out in public. I always worry about what other people are thinking about me. Every time someone looks at me, I just know that they are judging me, wondering why I even bother. Whether that is true or not, that is what I convinced myself was happening. Today’s incident pretty much confirmed that.
Eventually I worked my way to the top of that hill, and I was proud of myself. The downhill on the other side was amazing, relaxing, and gave me time to think about what just happened.
For a minute or so I was pissed about the jackwagon who thought it appropriate, or even fun, to try to discourage me from bettering myself. Once that passed, I actually felt bad for him. He must lead a pretty sad, pathetic life if actions like that are how he chooses to entertain himself.
I will never know if he was trying to discourage me, make me feel bad about myself, or just trying to get a laugh out of his buddy who was driving. Ultimately it doesn’t matter. What he managed to do was motivate me.
I had a revelation while on my ride. I don’t care anymore what people think or say about me while I am working out in public. If people have a problem with me working out in public, that is their problem, not mine. (For those of you who have telling me that for years, yes, it finally sunk in.)
Right now, I may be a “fatass,” but I don’t have to be. I can eat right, work out, and continue to improve physically and emotionally, and I am taking steps in that direction. I can change.
The bottle thrower is a pathetic person who clearly can’t or won’t control his actions. The highlight of his day is putting other people down. That is no way to live.
I can can change, but in my experience, people like him don’t. He is the one I pity.
So thanks for giving me the motivation I have been desperately searching for. If you’re reading this and you ever see me out, I owe you a beer.
This is DEFINITELY something I am going to have to try. Looks like a great playoff football recipe!
I am a girl who loves her boneless buffalo wings, just not all the calories that come with the batter fried chicken. This is a fabulous adaptation of the classic American appetizer. My husband isn’t really a fan of buffalo chicken but he really enjoyed these to my surprise. To be honest, the two of us finished off the entire batch over some Sunday football and I was guilt free! This is a really great appetizer that is not only quick but incredibly easy. Enjoy!
1 head of cauliflower, cut into bite size pieces
1/2 c buttermilk
1/2 c flour
1 tsp garlic salt
1/2 c buffalo sauce (I love Frank’s Red Hot Buffalo Wings Sauce!)
1 tbsp butter, melted
So, clearly I have not been blogging, which means I have not been eating right or working out. I have made excuse after excuse. After losing 70 pounds last year, I know I am perfectly capable of losing the weight, but I let life get in the way and put 15 of it back on.
Motivation to get back on the horse and lose more has just been dropped into my lap. My little sister is getting married! Now I need to look fabulous in my bridesmaid’s dress!
Now I just need to get through the first 10 or so days. Those are always the hardest days for me, getting started again. Last time I started out seriously wondering if I could do it. Now I know I can, I just need to keep at it.
I ate like a rabbit today (lots of salad and fruit). But between my 14 hour work day and and -20 wind chill outside during my break, I didn’t have a chance to work out. My rabbit food is packed for tomorrow and my sneakers are ready so I can take a walk on my lunch break.
My goal is to lose 50 pounds by the wedding, which is October 18. IDEALLY I would like to go lose 65 pounds by then, the 15 pounds I have put on in the last 6 months, plus an additional 50.