So, still haven't started Weight Watchers. Not for lack of motivation, but because money doesn't grow on trees.
I mentioned this to a friend and she started talking about how Weight Watchers is good because it shows you what and how to eat and holds you accountable to your goal. And then she said that I didn't need Weight Watchers - I needed her.
She's a professional dancer, about as big around as one of my thighs, and a vegetarian.
Thus the plan. We work out three times a week and she coaches me about food.
Thursday, she came over to my place and we walked to our apartment complex's workout room.
After ten minutes on the elliptical warming up, the torture began. We decided to work on our core. I started out strong, but ended up not being able to complete the second set. I have a mental image of myself as a caterpillar flung on its back, wriggling desperately to get back up but eventually dying because I couldn't.
When we got back to the apartment she went through the fridge and pantry pointing at food and saying "no. no. no." I can no longer imbibe the occasionally Diet Dr. Pepper. No more fast food (my go-to quick fix for hunger with no motivation to cook). No more sweets. No more chips. No more mayo. I have to go fresh or go home! I can, however, have a Jimmy John's turkey sandwich, as long as I nix the mayo for avocado.
The next day I could barely get out of bed and today my abs are still burning. I just hope they are taking down the fat they are currently encased in.
Yesterday, I went over to my friend's condo and we talked food. She gave me some easy things to cook en mass and then freeze individual portions. She also said that I should do ab work and stretch everyday. I have yet to do ab work today. I'm dreading the inevitable pain.
Today we went to Rudy's (barbecue). I had 1/4 pound of super lean brisket, a half cup of new potatoes, and two table spoons of sauce. Not bad, eh?
Now, we have to tackle grocery shopping.
Monday morning at 8:30 I'll be in the gym working my upper body.
Still haven't weighed myself, but that's first on the to-do list for tomorrow morning.
Stay tuned...
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Confession Time!
I have something that I need to get off of my chest.
Saturday night - I cut off my cast.
I know, I know.... Trust me, between my husband and my co-workers I've heard all of the reasons why that was completely stupid.
So, like a responsible adult (versus the three year old I turned into on Saturday night, hacking away at my cast with pruning shears), I made an appointment to see my Orthopedic Doctor today.
My dearest husband was convinced they would put me in another cast and repremanded me on the way to the doctor with threats of bone death if I didn't accept the fact that a cast was for healing, not torturous, purposes.
When we went in I confessed to the casting nurse my sins and like an angel from heaven she said that we should be optimistic he wouldn't put another cast on.
After some x-rays, reviewing the x-rays, and bending and mashing, the doctor laid down the final verdict:
I'M FREE PEOPLE!
I don't even need physical therapy!!!!
So, despite it being a completely stupid idea - cutting off my cast saved me two more weeks of arm imprisonment. BOOOOYEAH!!!!!!!!!
Now I have to call my mom and tell her......
Stay tuned
Saturday night - I cut off my cast.
I know, I know.... Trust me, between my husband and my co-workers I've heard all of the reasons why that was completely stupid.
So, like a responsible adult (versus the three year old I turned into on Saturday night, hacking away at my cast with pruning shears), I made an appointment to see my Orthopedic Doctor today.
My dearest husband was convinced they would put me in another cast and repremanded me on the way to the doctor with threats of bone death if I didn't accept the fact that a cast was for healing, not torturous, purposes.
When we went in I confessed to the casting nurse my sins and like an angel from heaven she said that we should be optimistic he wouldn't put another cast on.
After some x-rays, reviewing the x-rays, and bending and mashing, the doctor laid down the final verdict:
I'M FREE PEOPLE!
I don't even need physical therapy!!!!
So, despite it being a completely stupid idea - cutting off my cast saved me two more weeks of arm imprisonment. BOOOOYEAH!!!!!!!!!
Now I have to call my mom and tell her......
Stay tuned
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of your life....
Actually tomorrow is the first day of Weight Watchers!
My meeting is at 7 p.m. As I understand, they will weigh me, give me a bunch of materials, and - in the way of an AA meeting - openly confess my addiction sins while others affirm me that healing is possible. Yes, I have a food addiction. I must eat several times a day or I become very cranky. Don't mess with me when I'm hangry. (hungry + angry = hangry)
I'm excited. I've actually been eating better anyway. I've found that I can easily buy salad fixings at Wal-Mart: bag of lettuce, grape tomatoes, sliced mushrooms, sliced carrots, etc. I'm more likely to eat it if it's easy to do. Gormet chef I am not.
By the way - I didn't move to Texas for 18 degree weather. So let's fix that, okay? okay!
Stay tuned....
My meeting is at 7 p.m. As I understand, they will weigh me, give me a bunch of materials, and - in the way of an AA meeting - openly confess my addiction sins while others affirm me that healing is possible. Yes, I have a food addiction. I must eat several times a day or I become very cranky. Don't mess with me when I'm hangry. (hungry + angry = hangry)
I'm excited. I've actually been eating better anyway. I've found that I can easily buy salad fixings at Wal-Mart: bag of lettuce, grape tomatoes, sliced mushrooms, sliced carrots, etc. I'm more likely to eat it if it's easy to do. Gormet chef I am not.
By the way - I didn't move to Texas for 18 degree weather. So let's fix that, okay? okay!
Stay tuned....
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