I haven't said much so far about my job, but it definitely affects my (un)healthy habits. I work in hospitality procurement. I purchase furniture, lighting, carpet, wallcover, and accessories for hotels, oversee development and approval of custom items, and then monitor production, shipping, delivery, and installation. It's stressful. It gets pretty crazy sometimes. Vendors lie and underdeliver, clients expect miracles, and designers are just bat-sh** crazy.
Usually I deal with my stress all right. I vent with other purchasers about whatever crazy is on my plate that day, I send b**chy emails to the vendors most deserving, and when it gets really bad, I dream and sleeptalk about work. (Bobby once tried to wake me up early for a little bit of pre-work fun, and I told him he needed to give me an invoice first.)
Because I'm in the business of writing (really) big checks, vendors like to curry favor with offerings of food. We're super busy, so we don't really appreciate people coming in all the time to solicite work and talk about their "awesome" product and how it's better than everyone else's. They assume if they hand us a cookie first, we'll kick them out a little slower. (Sometimes it even works.) Christmas time is the worst for this. We get gift baskets of edibles like whoa.
Holy side tangent! I really don't want to admit what I did last night, I guess. Yesterday was pretty rough. Several things combined in the last couple hours of my day to transform me into a raging inferno of fury. And I was STARVING, omg. I don't know if crazy rage burns calories or what, but I don't remember the last time I was so incredibly hungry. I sent Bobby forth (he deserves a medal for even speaking to me last night, let alone giving in to my demands) and he returned with The Box from Raising Cane's.
And then, I ate it. ALL of it, every bite. 28 points. 1125 calories. I'm definitely feeling some guilt this morning. I'm glad it didn't make me sick, but, jeeze! Talk about a weak moment! I did feel better afterward, at least. Less so this morning.
Tonight I'm going to the gym, so I'll burn a bit off. And I'd done well all day and hadn't used any weeklies (maybe because it was only Tuesday...), so I'm going to move on. Still. Just shaking my head at myself. Was that really the best way to deal with my anger? No, but I didn't have any better ideas. I need a plan for next time, because I deal with a lot of jerks and the bullsh** gets pretty deep. It will definitely happen again.
AND I forgot my breakfast and apple today. /headdesk
Monday, November 28, 2011
Had My Pie
...and ate it, too! I did pretty well on T-Day. Followed my plan, ate only one extra roll, and enjoyed the hell out of every bite. I, however, succumbed to the leftovers my mom offered up on Friday, including every delicious bite of a slice each of apple and pumpkin pie. (Which I nibbled on all weekend. I didn't have T-Day 2.0 AND 2 slices of pie. Last year, I would have.) I also had a can of spaghettiOs with meatballs, which, wow, not good for you. And I had a bite of everything Kate ate all weekend. Despite that, I ended the week with 7 weeklies (the fewest yet by far, but still a surplus).
I also only went to the gym twice instead of the intended three times. On Saturday morning, I pushed hard thinking about all that pie, though, and I felt it all weekend in a very good way. I wasn't sore, but I could tell my muscles were tired. Going up the stairs with 25 lbs of Kate took some effort!
Despite all that (perhaps because of all my hard work the week before) I am down another 2.6 lbs for a total of 7.2 lbs lost. And the jeans I pulled out of the dryer this morning, which have always been comfortable, but never loose are slipping down everytime I walk anywhere. Woohoo!
Also, for the first time ever, I'm randomly telling people in my office about my weight loss. That I've lost weight and am trying hard to lose more. Another girl in my officer lost 30 lbs on Weight Watchers and I'd never have known if I hadn't had the confidence to say something about my own goals. And go her! She's a slender girl with a lot of style. Since she started, I've frequently thought how great her clothes are and how unflattering they'd be on me. Knowing she was once closer to my weight is very empowering. She worked to look the way she does, and so can I.
So, I'm pretty pumped today. I know I've got to mind my points this week, with all those empty calories I devoured in the last few days.
I also only went to the gym twice instead of the intended three times. On Saturday morning, I pushed hard thinking about all that pie, though, and I felt it all weekend in a very good way. I wasn't sore, but I could tell my muscles were tired. Going up the stairs with 25 lbs of Kate took some effort!
Despite all that (perhaps because of all my hard work the week before) I am down another 2.6 lbs for a total of 7.2 lbs lost. And the jeans I pulled out of the dryer this morning, which have always been comfortable, but never loose are slipping down everytime I walk anywhere. Woohoo!
Also, for the first time ever, I'm randomly telling people in my office about my weight loss. That I've lost weight and am trying hard to lose more. Another girl in my officer lost 30 lbs on Weight Watchers and I'd never have known if I hadn't had the confidence to say something about my own goals. And go her! She's a slender girl with a lot of style. Since she started, I've frequently thought how great her clothes are and how unflattering they'd be on me. Knowing she was once closer to my weight is very empowering. She worked to look the way she does, and so can I.
So, I'm pretty pumped today. I know I've got to mind my points this week, with all those empty calories I devoured in the last few days.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Birthdays and Babies
Today is my husband's birthday, and he said something last night that melted my heart. I was asking about what he wanted to do tonight, whether he wanted me to get a sitter so we could have a peaceful dinner in public. And he said, "No, it's my birthday, and I really want to spend it with my little girl and my wife." Dude. Love him.
So, we're having dinner in tonight. Dinner out has become pretty painful in the last few weeks as we've hit the Terrible Twos full throttle. He still wants to go to the gym, though, so I'm having trouble with the logistics. Curry (tikka masala)is Bobby's favorite, but eating right before working out is bad news, so I can't have it ready when he gets home, it needs to be after we get back. Which is when we're getting the Kate wound down for bedtime. And the birthday sweet? Maybe I can just buy a slice or half cake? A cupcake? I don't know. He doesn't want to eat something too terrible, because he's been working out too and doesn't want to "void out going to the gym."
Yesterday, I went to Best Buy (boo, hiss) to buy him a new video card. He needs a RAM upgrade too, and probably a higher wattage power supply, and a bit more cooling.... but the video card will have to do for now. I don't really want to buy more DDR2 RAM, because I think next year I'll do a more thorough upgrade. His processor is still pretty good, but his mobo needs to go. I built it in 2008, so it needs some love. (Yes, yes, I am a huge geek. Building computers gives me great joy.)
He doesn't think he got anything, so I'm trying to think of a creative way to surprise him with it.
So, we're having dinner in tonight. Dinner out has become pretty painful in the last few weeks as we've hit the Terrible Twos full throttle. He still wants to go to the gym, though, so I'm having trouble with the logistics. Curry (tikka masala)is Bobby's favorite, but eating right before working out is bad news, so I can't have it ready when he gets home, it needs to be after we get back. Which is when we're getting the Kate wound down for bedtime. And the birthday sweet? Maybe I can just buy a slice or half cake? A cupcake? I don't know. He doesn't want to eat something too terrible, because he's been working out too and doesn't want to "void out going to the gym."
Yesterday, I went to Best Buy (boo, hiss) to buy him a new video card. He needs a RAM upgrade too, and probably a higher wattage power supply, and a bit more cooling.... but the video card will have to do for now. I don't really want to buy more DDR2 RAM, because I think next year I'll do a more thorough upgrade. His processor is still pretty good, but his mobo needs to go. I built it in 2008, so it needs some love. (Yes, yes, I am a huge geek. Building computers gives me great joy.)
He doesn't think he got anything, so I'm trying to think of a creative way to surprise him with it.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Did I Cheat?
So I weighed myself again after work and was down another .6 lbs. I figured that if I could weigh less after eating breakfast, lunch, and two snacks there was something wonky going in the morning. So I took the lower number, and I feel like I stashed some extra monopoly money under the board. I weighed myself again last night and this morning, though, and the number has stayed steady (178.4), so I'm sticking with it, **** it! Enough with the guilt.
We went to the gym last night, and Katie had a diaper explosion at the care center. They couldn't find me right away, didn't think to ask Bobby for some reason (he even dropped her off last night). By the time we got to her, she had diaper rash down her thighs. She hurt to walk, poor bug. She'd try it bow-legged, then just crouch and cry. I felt so bad. I'm trying to decide if I want to complain, but it's cleared up now. I think I'm going to make sure they scan Bobby's card in the future, and that they know to find him. Also making sure he has wet wipes and diapers in HIS gym bag.
The side effect of all that was Katie being extra loving this morning. She's rarely so sweet for more than a minute or two lately. Kisses and hugs and, "Iuh you, Mom!" (I love you in Kate speak.) I did not want to give her over to her daycare lady. Hopefully, she'll still be cuddly tonight. And hopefully the crazy diaper and extra love isn't indicative of incoming sickness.
We're going to be bad this weekend and stay home to play in the Star Wars beta/stress test instead of going fourwheeling with my parents. We are NOT telling them the real reason. So I'm lying to my mom to get out of spending time with them on Thanksgiving weekend. And I only feel a little bad about it. It's also Bobby's birthday this weekend, and he's doing Christmas without a third truck this year. He deserves a weekend of doing only what he wants before the boxpocalypse really starts. He'll be working Saturdays all through December and dead tired Sundays. Christmas at FedEx sucks.
We went to the gym last night, and Katie had a diaper explosion at the care center. They couldn't find me right away, didn't think to ask Bobby for some reason (he even dropped her off last night). By the time we got to her, she had diaper rash down her thighs. She hurt to walk, poor bug. She'd try it bow-legged, then just crouch and cry. I felt so bad. I'm trying to decide if I want to complain, but it's cleared up now. I think I'm going to make sure they scan Bobby's card in the future, and that they know to find him. Also making sure he has wet wipes and diapers in HIS gym bag.
The side effect of all that was Katie being extra loving this morning. She's rarely so sweet for more than a minute or two lately. Kisses and hugs and, "Iuh you, Mom!" (I love you in Kate speak.) I did not want to give her over to her daycare lady. Hopefully, she'll still be cuddly tonight. And hopefully the crazy diaper and extra love isn't indicative of incoming sickness.
We're going to be bad this weekend and stay home to play in the Star Wars beta/stress test instead of going fourwheeling with my parents. We are NOT telling them the real reason. So I'm lying to my mom to get out of spending time with them on Thanksgiving weekend. And I only feel a little bad about it. It's also Bobby's birthday this weekend, and he's doing Christmas without a third truck this year. He deserves a weekend of doing only what he wants before the boxpocalypse really starts. He'll be working Saturdays all through December and dead tired Sundays. Christmas at FedEx sucks.
Monday, November 21, 2011
A Little Less is Still a Loss
I was a little underwhelmed by the number on the scale this morning, but I'm trying to be positive. I lost .4 lbs, rounding it out to a total of 4 lbs lost in 2 weeks. Which is great! I was just hoping for more.
I stayed within my points (had 35 weeklies left), but wasn't super with the GHGs. I hit my water goal 3 days of 7, which was 3 days better than the week before. I went to the gym 4 days and worked out each day at least 30 minutes, most for 60. I know I did well, and that it just isn't a numbers week (or day, even). I feel bloated today, so that may be a little of why. I know that there's also room for a lot of improvement, so it's not like I'm stuck either.
This week will be rough. I *love* Thanksgiving dinner. Stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, pie.. OMG, yes. I can't give it up. But, I CAN eat in moderation. I don't have to stuff myself. I don't have to eat fast, like it might escape me. (Though that's partially so that I CAN eat before the Kate Time Bomb goes off, no excuses! If she needs me, she does, and I can come back to the table later IF I'm still hungry. Which, if I'm honest with myself? I probably won't be.)
I'm going to pick one desert, not sample each. I'm going to only eat my favorites, and not take anything "to be polite." Candied yams shall not pass these lips! String bean casserole, no thanks! I'm also going to take good things for me to munch on - veggie plate and a fruit salad. I can do this, and I can do it again at Christmas! I've done a lot of things I'm proud of in 25 years, why can't I control my appetite? No reason at all.
We're going to the gym tonight. I'll be joining the TEAM Weightloss class officially, then working out with them Mondays and Saturdays. On Thursday, I'm swapping a night for TEAM Fitness weights. On Wednesday, flow yoga, my dearest friend and enemy.
So, bring it Week 3! I've got this.
I stayed within my points (had 35 weeklies left), but wasn't super with the GHGs. I hit my water goal 3 days of 7, which was 3 days better than the week before. I went to the gym 4 days and worked out each day at least 30 minutes, most for 60. I know I did well, and that it just isn't a numbers week (or day, even). I feel bloated today, so that may be a little of why. I know that there's also room for a lot of improvement, so it's not like I'm stuck either.
This week will be rough. I *love* Thanksgiving dinner. Stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, pie.. OMG, yes. I can't give it up. But, I CAN eat in moderation. I don't have to stuff myself. I don't have to eat fast, like it might escape me. (Though that's partially so that I CAN eat before the Kate Time Bomb goes off, no excuses! If she needs me, she does, and I can come back to the table later IF I'm still hungry. Which, if I'm honest with myself? I probably won't be.)
I'm going to pick one desert, not sample each. I'm going to only eat my favorites, and not take anything "to be polite." Candied yams shall not pass these lips! String bean casserole, no thanks! I'm also going to take good things for me to munch on - veggie plate and a fruit salad. I can do this, and I can do it again at Christmas! I've done a lot of things I'm proud of in 25 years, why can't I control my appetite? No reason at all.
We're going to the gym tonight. I'll be joining the TEAM Weightloss class officially, then working out with them Mondays and Saturdays. On Thursday, I'm swapping a night for TEAM Fitness weights. On Wednesday, flow yoga, my dearest friend and enemy.
So, bring it Week 3! I've got this.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
The Hippo Runs Again
We went to the gym again tonight, Bobby to work out on his own and me to try out the TEAM Fitness class. Last week I did TEAM Weight Loss, and it was good. It's was mostly interval training on treadmills, so nothing exciting, but it wasn't bad. Today, I got there, hopped on a treadmill to warm up and waited. The TWL instructor came to introduce the TF instructor, and she gets excited and exclaims, "Oh, good day to try out! Today we're going to run outside!"
So, ultimately I made one lap around the building, and I DID run part of the way. And then I went inside and got on the treadmill (with another slacker) to wait out the rest of the class. Ouch! My entire lower body is a dull ache. Did some core work too, good for me though it's tough.
Bobby ran a mile in 7 minutes. He was pretty proud of himself. I was too, actually. It's a lot easier to be happy about his accomplishments when I'm not right there with him, pacing them against my own.
Kate's been in bed about 20 minutes (late for her) and she hasn't gone a full minute without coughing. Uh-oh! Probably the cold she's been fighting off; might put a kink in our plans for the weekend. (Or, hey, work!)
Today! I got happy faces in all my boxes! (After all that running, the water was easy, but I managed 2 bottles at work, so I was on track anyway.) I've never gotten a happy face in the Healthy Oil category before. Tonight, I took two packs of my veggie soup (4 cups), browned some bison burger in 3 tsp of olive oil, and then simmered it all with a bit of curry paste, garam masala, nutmeg, paprika, and cumin. Oh, man, it was good. Bobby scarfed 3/4 of it down in no time. It's been a long time since I've seen him that enthusiastic about something I cooked. (He LOVES curry.)
All in all, a good day.
So, ultimately I made one lap around the building, and I DID run part of the way. And then I went inside and got on the treadmill (with another slacker) to wait out the rest of the class. Ouch! My entire lower body is a dull ache. Did some core work too, good for me though it's tough.
Bobby ran a mile in 7 minutes. He was pretty proud of himself. I was too, actually. It's a lot easier to be happy about his accomplishments when I'm not right there with him, pacing them against my own.
Kate's been in bed about 20 minutes (late for her) and she hasn't gone a full minute without coughing. Uh-oh! Probably the cold she's been fighting off; might put a kink in our plans for the weekend. (Or, hey, work!)
Today! I got happy faces in all my boxes! (After all that running, the water was easy, but I managed 2 bottles at work, so I was on track anyway.) I've never gotten a happy face in the Healthy Oil category before. Tonight, I took two packs of my veggie soup (4 cups), browned some bison burger in 3 tsp of olive oil, and then simmered it all with a bit of curry paste, garam masala, nutmeg, paprika, and cumin. Oh, man, it was good. Bobby scarfed 3/4 of it down in no time. It's been a long time since I've seen him that enthusiastic about something I cooked. (He LOVES curry.)
All in all, a good day.
Monday, November 14, 2011
I demand a redo!
So. That was shit .
Today, my husband went with me to the gym. We spent 5 minutes on the treadmill, then I stretched while he watched, then I did some girly push-ups and pull-ups, and then he asked when I was going to start working out.
What?
So I asked what he wanted to do. He told me he wanted to not make a decision about what to do, so I headed to the stair machines. He told me he didn't like stairs, and hopped on a treadmill next to me. I couldn't figure out how to make the machine work (it was stuck on snail speed), so I hopped on a treadmill too and walked while he ran a mile and a half in 12 minutes. After that, he (cool as can be while I dabbed my face with my towel) asked if we could do some weights.
Long story short, my back hurts. And I had no idea Bobby was that fast. So, yeah. I don't think I want to go with him anymore. I feel awful, I didn't get much of a workout because I can't do enough reps to make weights worthwhile when I feel like I'm doing it wrong, and I run like an asthmatic hippo.
I told him he could go at the same time as me, but not to work out with me. I don't think he's going to get a membership. He works for FedEx and runs and lifts big boxes all day, so I don't know why he even wants to. (He says his thighs rub together and that's never happened before. I don't remember a time that DIDN'T happen to me.) He ran 8.5 mph for a whole quarter mile. I tried to bump up to 5 mph for a minute and almost went face first into the floor. Eff me.
McDonald's for dinner. I feel like shit . Only used 2 of my weeklies today though. However, I'm not sure where I stand on the GHG. (I need protein and whole grain boxes!) Do french fries count as a vegetable? Do 100 calories (the TEENIEST french fry box you've ever seen) worth of french fries count as a serving?
Tomorrow is another day. A day I will not take Bobby with me to the gym. (And I hope work isn't as awful as today. My buddy is on maternity leave for 12 weeks and the office is super depressing without her.)
/end grouse
PS: Once I drink my glass of water before bed (to make sure I wake up at 3 am to pee) I'll have met my water goal!
Today, my husband went with me to the gym. We spent 5 minutes on the treadmill, then I stretched while he watched, then I did some girly push-ups and pull-ups, and then he asked when I was going to start working out.
What?
So I asked what he wanted to do. He told me he wanted to not make a decision about what to do, so I headed to the stair machines. He told me he didn't like stairs, and hopped on a treadmill next to me. I couldn't figure out how to make the machine work (it was stuck on snail speed), so I hopped on a treadmill too and walked while he ran a mile and a half in 12 minutes. After that, he (cool as can be while I dabbed my face with my towel) asked if we could do some weights.
Long story short, my back hurts. And I had no idea Bobby was that fast. So, yeah. I don't think I want to go with him anymore. I feel awful, I didn't get much of a workout because I can't do enough reps to make weights worthwhile when I feel like I'm doing it wrong, and I run like an asthmatic hippo.
I told him he could go at the same time as me, but not to work out with me. I don't think he's going to get a membership. He works for FedEx and runs and lifts big boxes all day, so I don't know why he even wants to. (He says his thighs rub together and that's never happened before. I don't remember a time that DIDN'T happen to me.) He ran 8.5 mph for a whole quarter mile. I tried to bump up to 5 mph for a minute and almost went face first into the floor. Eff me.
McDonald's for dinner. I feel like shit . Only used 2 of my weeklies today though. However, I'm not sure where I stand on the GHG. (I need protein and whole grain boxes!) Do french fries count as a vegetable? Do 100 calories (the TEENIEST french fry box you've ever seen) worth of french fries count as a serving?
Tomorrow is another day. A day I will not take Bobby with me to the gym. (And I hope work isn't as awful as today. My buddy is on maternity leave for 12 weeks and the office is super depressing without her.)
/end grouse
PS: Once I drink my glass of water before bed (to make sure I wake up at 3 am to pee) I'll have met my water goal!
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Productivity
Weight Watchers X-post
Goal! Even meeting small goals feels pretty good. I got up this morning and made 12 4-point breakfast burritos (egg & sausage) to eat the mornings I work. I have a truly enormous pot of soup on the stove cooling, to be bagged and frozen for later consumption. We went to Costco yesterday and got snacks for me. (And for them, but hey, it's not all about me.) I'm feeling pretty confident that I can DO this. Of course, it's still the first week, and I have many to go.
Yesterday, I participated in my gym's "yoga marathon" which was 90 minutes long. I had to take a couple breaks in child's pose, but I did all right. Today, I'm a little sore through my core, but I figure that's a good sign! The Man went to the gym with me on Friday to check things out, but we discovered the kid's center closes early on Fridays, so that was the end of that. I don't know when he wants to try again, so my gym plans are still a bit soft.
Unfortunately, updates I make on my mobile tracker don't seem to be making it onto the real thing on here. I'm not sure why not. I can update from a desktop until I figure it out, though. I'm also not sure about when my week will reset. I joined on Tuesday, so will the last day of my week be Monday? I'd prefer a Sunday-Saturday week, but I don't know if I can change it.
Goal for this week: Hit the recommended glasses of water per day!
Goal! Even meeting small goals feels pretty good. I got up this morning and made 12 4-point breakfast burritos (egg & sausage) to eat the mornings I work. I have a truly enormous pot of soup on the stove cooling, to be bagged and frozen for later consumption. We went to Costco yesterday and got snacks for me. (And for them, but hey, it's not all about me.) I'm feeling pretty confident that I can DO this. Of course, it's still the first week, and I have many to go.
Yesterday, I participated in my gym's "yoga marathon" which was 90 minutes long. I had to take a couple breaks in child's pose, but I did all right. Today, I'm a little sore through my core, but I figure that's a good sign! The Man went to the gym with me on Friday to check things out, but we discovered the kid's center closes early on Fridays, so that was the end of that. I don't know when he wants to try again, so my gym plans are still a bit soft.
Unfortunately, updates I make on my mobile tracker don't seem to be making it onto the real thing on here. I'm not sure why not. I can update from a desktop until I figure it out, though. I'm also not sure about when my week will reset. I joined on Tuesday, so will the last day of my week be Monday? I'd prefer a Sunday-Saturday week, but I don't know if I can change it.
Goal for this week: Hit the recommended glasses of water per day!
Friday, November 11, 2011
The First Week
Weight Watchers X-Post
May as well start with why I’m here. I’m 25 and I have almost 6 months before my birthday. Before I turn 26, I want to lose 30 lbs. Before my daughter (KM) turns 3 next October, I want to lose a total of 58 lbs. I love my daughter more than anything, and I want to be a mother she is proud of. I also want to be able to teach her good and healthy habits. And it would be nice not to be appalled when people tag me in photos I didn’t know they took on facebook.
I anticipate problems staying on track, because I’m busy, and drive-throughs are just so easy. KM is in a picky stage right now, and chicken nuggets are really the only food she will eat most of the time. (Yay for naked nuggets!) My husband and I love variety, and eat Indian, Japanese, Vietnamese, Italian…. Okay, we just love food in general, and most of it is awful for my waistline. I’m trying to learn portion control, but when it just tastes so good, it’s tough. My plan right now is to try asking for a second plate or a box. I’ll separate a healthy amount to eat, and stick to that. Reports on how that works to follow.
At work, I have a stockpile of meals in the freezer and snacks in my drawer. I’m ready! Unfortunately, a lot of people bring in unhealthy and very appetizing snacks, and with Christmas coming up.. oh, man, there’ll be chocolate and truffles and caramels and treats all over the office. Edible landmines everywhere. I’m thinking a blindfold is the answer. This week I dodged an 8 point cookie one day, but ate one after a particularly vicious conference call. I need to learn some new ways of relaxing after that kind of thing. Still, I ate it slow, savored every bite, and today? I’ve walked by that box of deliciousness 4 times without drooling a bit. My boss munching Doritos in the next office, however? Oh, yeah, give me some of that! (I’m going to have some yogurt instead.)
Tonight, my husband is going with me to the gym to check it out. I went Wednesday and felt fantastic after a moderately paced treadmill class-thingie. If The Man doesn’t end up joining, I’ll probably join that class (or the tougher one) for a few weeks to get me off to a good start. I’m looking forward to resuming my love-hate relationship with Yoga next Wednesday. I feel like the (awkward, clumsy, fat and) ugly duckling during yoga, but I feel remade afterwards.
First weekend coming up! I’ve got a lot to do, and I want to fit in making myself some breakfast burritos and that 0-point vegetable soup. I need more healthy crockpot recipes too, to stave off the drive-through temptation.
May as well start with why I’m here. I’m 25 and I have almost 6 months before my birthday. Before I turn 26, I want to lose 30 lbs. Before my daughter (KM) turns 3 next October, I want to lose a total of 58 lbs. I love my daughter more than anything, and I want to be a mother she is proud of. I also want to be able to teach her good and healthy habits. And it would be nice not to be appalled when people tag me in photos I didn’t know they took on facebook.
I anticipate problems staying on track, because I’m busy, and drive-throughs are just so easy. KM is in a picky stage right now, and chicken nuggets are really the only food she will eat most of the time. (Yay for naked nuggets!) My husband and I love variety, and eat Indian, Japanese, Vietnamese, Italian…. Okay, we just love food in general, and most of it is awful for my waistline. I’m trying to learn portion control, but when it just tastes so good, it’s tough. My plan right now is to try asking for a second plate or a box. I’ll separate a healthy amount to eat, and stick to that. Reports on how that works to follow.
At work, I have a stockpile of meals in the freezer and snacks in my drawer. I’m ready! Unfortunately, a lot of people bring in unhealthy and very appetizing snacks, and with Christmas coming up.. oh, man, there’ll be chocolate and truffles and caramels and treats all over the office. Edible landmines everywhere. I’m thinking a blindfold is the answer. This week I dodged an 8 point cookie one day, but ate one after a particularly vicious conference call. I need to learn some new ways of relaxing after that kind of thing. Still, I ate it slow, savored every bite, and today? I’ve walked by that box of deliciousness 4 times without drooling a bit. My boss munching Doritos in the next office, however? Oh, yeah, give me some of that! (I’m going to have some yogurt instead.)
Tonight, my husband is going with me to the gym to check it out. I went Wednesday and felt fantastic after a moderately paced treadmill class-thingie. If The Man doesn’t end up joining, I’ll probably join that class (or the tougher one) for a few weeks to get me off to a good start. I’m looking forward to resuming my love-hate relationship with Yoga next Wednesday. I feel like the (awkward, clumsy, fat and) ugly duckling during yoga, but I feel remade afterwards.
First weekend coming up! I’ve got a lot to do, and I want to fit in making myself some breakfast burritos and that 0-point vegetable soup. I need more healthy crockpot recipes too, to stave off the drive-through temptation.
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