My short term goal and promise to myself was that I wasn't going to just be able to wear sweats while on vacation coming up. Thats the real bad thing about sweats, they make it terribly comfortable to get fat. In fact, thats what got me started 2 weeks ago. I forced myself to wear an old pair of pants to the grocery store and I was miserable. MISERABLE I TELL YOU. I would rather have been in a broken down elevator with Barney Frank and an angry feminist peta rep, with that Rebecca Black song 'Friday' stuck on repeat.
So I have been at it for a couple of weeks now. According to the scale, I'm down 3 pounds, but what I'm really excited about is that yesterday I put on some old pants and they actually fit! So I whipped out my trusty measuring tape this morning, slid that cold plastic around my waist and guess what? I found the constellation Orion patterned in my birth marks. But also, I lost 1" off my waist and 1.5" off my hips! Take that Shakira.
So for the last week I have been on a few awesome 40 minute walks. My hubby gets home, we eat, and off I go! Combine that with my beloved Earth shoes that have a built in 3.7 incline, and the glutes are shaping up already. As far as diet goes, I have been following The Weigh Down by Gwen Shamblin. She's all about enjoying all foods, but only when you are hungry. And physical hunger is something difficult to recognize when you (as in me) have run to food for more than physical hunger, but because of other reasons. Examples: 1. Daniel has been screaming for no reason and there is no end in sight. 2. I got no sleep, am feeling exhausted and the coffee has wore off. 3. I'm emo because our crappy tv signal made me miss American Idol last night. Boohooo... . 4. I got my family and friends who are sick, on my mind. And there are a number of other reasons... What did Fat Bassturd say? "I eat because I'm unhappy, and I'm unhappy because I eat." That is pretty much dead on too. Food can't cure my sick loved ones. Food won't make Daniel stop screaming. Food won't make anything feel better except that rumbly in my tumbly.
So I find myself running to the kitchen for a cracker everytime something bothers me inside or I'm just simply bored. Now when it's boredom, I find something else to do. I have a list on my fridge, full of things I love to do or have always wanted to do but could never seem to find the time for, and I pick one. I have picked the guitar back up again, and both my kids LOVE to jam out with mommy. Daniel has a little whistle he goes around with the whole time. He is fabulous at the whistle :)
If I'm avoiding pain or hurt over anything, I pray about it now. I believe in God. I know He hears me. I don't know why He would ever listen, but He does. He has shown His love for me and everyone through His Son Jesus and if you don't believe, please atleast give it a good long ponder, because how great of news is that if it's true? I have always known that in my mind, but only in my recent years have I really started to let that message sink into my heart. I wish I was as loving as God, and maybe one day I will be. So I'm thinking it starts with what He has commanded people to do, Love God with all your heart, and love your neighbor as yourself. My neighbors are adorable, so that shouldn't be too hard. Except that guy next door who ALWAYS decides to work on his motorcycle and revv his engine during our nap time! Seriously- I lay Daniel down and get Carly to sleep and BAM! vroom vroom. VROOM VROOMMMMMMM!!! So I will work on loving him and letting that go, because that seriously gets on my nerves.
In the mean time, I will continue eating only when my tummy growls, and continue to dig down to the root of my emotional hunger. It's hard work going this road, but I know for me- it's the only way I'm going to quit going in circles.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
In the beginning...
God created the Heavens and the Earth. And on the second day He created chocolate and said it is good.
Actually, I don't know if that's what He said when He created it, because if you taste raw cocoa, it's not that good. But when combined with sugar and milk...oooohhhh baby. Salivating yet? Yeah, me too, time to get the bib out.
Well, me? I'm a female. I've been married since that disappointingly cold spring day in '08. (Disappointed in the cold weather mind you, not me hubby. Oh yeah, and I must warn you that I have Irish ancestry, and I like to talk and type in an Irish accent often. I even say my daughter's name Carly, more like this: Carrrrrrlyyy. Now that I think about it, it sounds a bit more pirate than Irish. Oh well, maybe I got pirate blood in me too? Which might explain that gold chest in my living room...) Okay, so I've been married since '08, got pregnant in August and had our awesome little man, Daniel in May '09. For a number of reasons I got super depressed. Thank Jesus I got me head out of me rear (pirate? Irish?) and started praying, because Jesus has and is helping immensely. Meds don't do what He can. Just sayin. But that's not why I'm blogging.
Going through depression for almost a year, and then getting pregnant again when Daniel was 10 months old with our beautiful daughter, well lets just say, rather sing, that awful song by Shakira where she's talking about her hips don't lie...and I'm somethin, somethin boy... I don't know what she's talking about, but my hips aren't lying. They have quite a few extra pounds shaking on that dance floor. I'm not going to say the number just yet, but I could stand to lose about 80 pounds to be considered really healthy. Now my mother is kind enough to remind me that I have my dads build, and I am 5'11 afterall. But having slightly larger bones than the next gal doesn't make up for 80 pounds. I'll be darned. However, I will say that I am at the point that I don't really care what the scale says, as long as I can fit into some hot shorts -NO JOKE- without my dimples and wrinkles contesting those of my 90 year old neighbor lady.
And it doesn't have to be like this, I realize. Shoot, look at Heidi Klum. She has, what 4 kids and is still on the runway??...geez. But seriously, I see lots of mommies that have many kids and they are healthy and fit-ish. If I can achieve that 'ish', I would be satisfied! I would be happy. Happy. Yup. There it is. Haven't most fat people said that before. I would be happy if I weighed ____! Why is that? Well, I'm going to write more about my piddly reasons I have tried to lose weight before, and as I write, I will pretend that you care. I am going to write about what hasn't worked for me in the past, and I'm going to write about what I'm doing about it now. And when I get in them hot shorts, I will post a picture! Yeah, that's your reward for following my blog. Hooray. You get to see a picture of me. That sounds so lame! I'm sorry, but I don't have money or something neat to give to the person (who will most likely be my mother) that sticks it out to the end. I will probably just have weekly updates from here on out. Now don't go doing anything foolish, like sitting around, staring at your computer screen just waiting for me to post another blog.
So here we go matey, on another weight loss adventure... I wish I knew more about Star Trek.
Actually, I don't know if that's what He said when He created it, because if you taste raw cocoa, it's not that good. But when combined with sugar and milk...oooohhhh baby. Salivating yet? Yeah, me too, time to get the bib out.
Well, me? I'm a female. I've been married since that disappointingly cold spring day in '08. (Disappointed in the cold weather mind you, not me hubby. Oh yeah, and I must warn you that I have Irish ancestry, and I like to talk and type in an Irish accent often. I even say my daughter's name Carly, more like this: Carrrrrrlyyy. Now that I think about it, it sounds a bit more pirate than Irish. Oh well, maybe I got pirate blood in me too? Which might explain that gold chest in my living room...) Okay, so I've been married since '08, got pregnant in August and had our awesome little man, Daniel in May '09. For a number of reasons I got super depressed. Thank Jesus I got me head out of me rear (pirate? Irish?) and started praying, because Jesus has and is helping immensely. Meds don't do what He can. Just sayin. But that's not why I'm blogging.
Going through depression for almost a year, and then getting pregnant again when Daniel was 10 months old with our beautiful daughter, well lets just say, rather sing, that awful song by Shakira where she's talking about her hips don't lie...and I'm somethin, somethin boy... I don't know what she's talking about, but my hips aren't lying. They have quite a few extra pounds shaking on that dance floor. I'm not going to say the number just yet, but I could stand to lose about 80 pounds to be considered really healthy. Now my mother is kind enough to remind me that I have my dads build, and I am 5'11 afterall. But having slightly larger bones than the next gal doesn't make up for 80 pounds. I'll be darned. However, I will say that I am at the point that I don't really care what the scale says, as long as I can fit into some hot shorts -NO JOKE- without my dimples and wrinkles contesting those of my 90 year old neighbor lady.
And it doesn't have to be like this, I realize. Shoot, look at Heidi Klum. She has, what 4 kids and is still on the runway??...geez. But seriously, I see lots of mommies that have many kids and they are healthy and fit-ish. If I can achieve that 'ish', I would be satisfied! I would be happy. Happy. Yup. There it is. Haven't most fat people said that before. I would be happy if I weighed ____! Why is that? Well, I'm going to write more about my piddly reasons I have tried to lose weight before, and as I write, I will pretend that you care. I am going to write about what hasn't worked for me in the past, and I'm going to write about what I'm doing about it now. And when I get in them hot shorts, I will post a picture! Yeah, that's your reward for following my blog. Hooray. You get to see a picture of me. That sounds so lame! I'm sorry, but I don't have money or something neat to give to the person (who will most likely be my mother) that sticks it out to the end. I will probably just have weekly updates from here on out. Now don't go doing anything foolish, like sitting around, staring at your computer screen just waiting for me to post another blog.
So here we go matey, on another weight loss adventure... I wish I knew more about Star Trek.
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