I was just starting to feel like motivation was on my side. I was excited about utilizing the walking path that passes just behind our apartment, and was looking forward to getting out for the daily exercise that I've been missing since we moved.
That is...until Sunday.
We were up insanely early (due to an apartment malfunction), so I took advantage of the extra time and cool morning temperatures to take Mia for a walk, while Ben waited for the maintenance man to arrive.
So, out we went, adopting a brisk pace, feeling good, when suddenly, I felt a tingle in my toe...the kind of tingle that can only mean one thing...a blister.
Unfortunately, by the time I turned around and got back to our apartment, I was feeling identical tingles in both feet...yes, 2 rather large blisters had managed to appear over the course of about 30 minutes.
Blisters are definitely no fun, especially when they break open (which one of mine did). So, I'll be taking a few days to keep them wrapped and hopefully let them heal before I head back out to resume my walking schedule.
In the meantime, I'll probably pull the stationary bike out of the guest room and begin pedaling my way to fitness (assuming the bike doesn't irritate the blisters the way walking seems to).
Minor adjustments...but I'm trying to keep my motivation!!!
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
A Successful Weigh In!
Helpful tip, for all those who battle the scale every week...scales do not work when you put them on carpet.
DUH!!!
My darling husband discovered my error, and very sweetly informed me that the scale was working this morning. He didn't laugh or make fun of my silly mistake, just put the scale on the bathroom floor and left the room. Bless his heart!
So, fully expecting to see that the number had jumped 10 pounds, and that I was going to be even heavier then I was to begin with, I climbed onto my (perfectly functioning) scale.
It might seem silly, but I was delighted to see that I'm only up 2 pounds from my last weigh in, which was done before we left California!
Victory is mine!!! This is exactly the motivation I need. While I haven't been losing consistently, at least I'm not starting from scratch!!!
A new week, new motivation, and new resolve to beat back those numbers on the scale!!!
DUH!!!
My darling husband discovered my error, and very sweetly informed me that the scale was working this morning. He didn't laugh or make fun of my silly mistake, just put the scale on the bathroom floor and left the room. Bless his heart!
So, fully expecting to see that the number had jumped 10 pounds, and that I was going to be even heavier then I was to begin with, I climbed onto my (perfectly functioning) scale.
It might seem silly, but I was delighted to see that I'm only up 2 pounds from my last weigh in, which was done before we left California!
Victory is mine!!! This is exactly the motivation I need. While I haven't been losing consistently, at least I'm not starting from scratch!!!
A new week, new motivation, and new resolve to beat back those numbers on the scale!!!
Friday, August 26, 2011
A Weigh In...Almost
Today, I found the scale. Yes, I racked my brain trying to remember which bag I had last seen it in (way back in California), located it in the mountain of stuff in the guest room, and after a few deep breaths decided that it was, at last, time to face the music.
So, I closed my eyes, stepped on, and......I was almost 100 pounds under my last registered weight.
Um....yeah...don't get too excited...
Apparently, the scale suffered some major injury during our trip to Ohio and is now mocking me with an insanely low number - thanks scale!
So, now I need to decide whether to replace Mr. Scale with an actual working model, or if I should continue along my merry way with a delightful cloud of ignorance surrounding me.
I know, I know, if I'm going to continue along towards my (now seemingly impossible) goal of losing 50 pounds before my next birthday, I'm going to need a scale to keep track of my progress.
Ugh!
So, I closed my eyes, stepped on, and......I was almost 100 pounds under my last registered weight.
Um....yeah...don't get too excited...
Apparently, the scale suffered some major injury during our trip to Ohio and is now mocking me with an insanely low number - thanks scale!
So, now I need to decide whether to replace Mr. Scale with an actual working model, or if I should continue along my merry way with a delightful cloud of ignorance surrounding me.
I know, I know, if I'm going to continue along towards my (now seemingly impossible) goal of losing 50 pounds before my next birthday, I'm going to need a scale to keep track of my progress.
Ugh!
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Some Changes
Well, I still haven't found my scale, which means I still haven't weighed myself. I can tell that I've gained weight - some of us are just blessed/cursed with the ability to gauge when our bodies change (usually for the worse, because I'm the last one to notice when I lose weight).
As we continue to settle in, I kind of feel like I'm in a perpetual state of limbo. I don't have a schedule, I am not working yet, every day is different - things that are not conducive to eating healthy and getting into an exercise routine.
I realize that I need to get myself into a routine ASAP...it's just been hard. But, I think I've found new motivation to better my eating habits....
My mom, who continues to battle various ailments, recently tested her body's pH balance. She found after a week of daily tests (consisting of peeing on some paper) that her body is highly acidic.
I've done a little research on this, and I have to say, I was shocked to learn that diseases thrive in an acidic environment. Cancer, viruses, bacteria...they love acid!
So, in an attempt to ward off a recurrence of cancer, as well as the various other symptoms of an acidic body that are no fun (weight gain, diabetes, depression, chronic fatigue, compromised immune system, etc.) she is drastically changing the foods that she's eating.
At her suggestion, I also decided to check my body's pH - I figured it couldn't hurt, and if I was off, I wanted to give myself a chance to fix it!
So, this morning, I peed on a little strip of paper, compared it to the chart on the test package, and found that I am also on the acidic end of the spectrum. Ideally, we want to be at about a 7.0. I was at a 5.5 - uh oh! This now means that tomorrow I will be making a trip to the grocery store to stock up on some high alkaline foods, in an attempt to get myself closer to 7.0 on the pH scale. It also means that I'll be attempting to either cut out (or limit) the acidic foods that I so love (coffee, chocolate, dairy products, beef - just to name a few).
I'll continue to check my pH over the next few days - it's possible that today was a fluke...maybe???
I'm hoping that forcing myself to be more conscious of what I'm eating (as I attempt to neutralize my body's pH) will help me, once again, jump start my attempts at weight loss.
As we continue to settle in, I kind of feel like I'm in a perpetual state of limbo. I don't have a schedule, I am not working yet, every day is different - things that are not conducive to eating healthy and getting into an exercise routine.
I realize that I need to get myself into a routine ASAP...it's just been hard. But, I think I've found new motivation to better my eating habits....
My mom, who continues to battle various ailments, recently tested her body's pH balance. She found after a week of daily tests (consisting of peeing on some paper) that her body is highly acidic.
I've done a little research on this, and I have to say, I was shocked to learn that diseases thrive in an acidic environment. Cancer, viruses, bacteria...they love acid!
So, in an attempt to ward off a recurrence of cancer, as well as the various other symptoms of an acidic body that are no fun (weight gain, diabetes, depression, chronic fatigue, compromised immune system, etc.) she is drastically changing the foods that she's eating.
At her suggestion, I also decided to check my body's pH - I figured it couldn't hurt, and if I was off, I wanted to give myself a chance to fix it!
So, this morning, I peed on a little strip of paper, compared it to the chart on the test package, and found that I am also on the acidic end of the spectrum. Ideally, we want to be at about a 7.0. I was at a 5.5 - uh oh! This now means that tomorrow I will be making a trip to the grocery store to stock up on some high alkaline foods, in an attempt to get myself closer to 7.0 on the pH scale. It also means that I'll be attempting to either cut out (or limit) the acidic foods that I so love (coffee, chocolate, dairy products, beef - just to name a few).
I'll continue to check my pH over the next few days - it's possible that today was a fluke...maybe???
I'm hoping that forcing myself to be more conscious of what I'm eating (as I attempt to neutralize my body's pH) will help me, once again, jump start my attempts at weight loss.
Monday, August 15, 2011
As The Scale Hides, So Do I!
Well, it's been a few days since my last entry - I know that I haven't completely fallen off the weight loss wagon, but I fear that as the wagon drives away I'm hanging on with both hands while my legs drag along the ground.
2 things that are not easy - weight loss and moving. Now, try doing both simultaneously - if you succeed, then you're stronger than I am. Anyone who has done any type of long distance drive can attest to the fact that eating healthy foods while on the road is downright tough. Sure, you can pack a cooler with healthy snacks for day 1, but what happens if you're in the car for more than a day, staying in a hotel, and trying to make good time (which means only stopping at gas stations and fast food joints)? No excuses, just that if anyone sees a BP station with a salad bar in it - first try it out, and if you don't suffer from a massive bout of food poisoning, please let me know!
My eating schedule has been...hmmm...inconsistent (at best). I've been eating what's available to me, and considering that we've been in the new place for 4 days and tonight was the first trip to the grocery store that I've made, you can imagine that kind of crap that's been available to me.
The scale, mercifully, is still hiding in the depths of what I hope will someday transform into an office/guest room, but what currently looks like the warehouse at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark.
In short, I'm disappointed in myself, but have high hopes for redemption. Though, at the moment, I'm dreading the day when the location of the scale becomes known and I can no longer hide from the reality of weight gain.
2 things that are not easy - weight loss and moving. Now, try doing both simultaneously - if you succeed, then you're stronger than I am. Anyone who has done any type of long distance drive can attest to the fact that eating healthy foods while on the road is downright tough. Sure, you can pack a cooler with healthy snacks for day 1, but what happens if you're in the car for more than a day, staying in a hotel, and trying to make good time (which means only stopping at gas stations and fast food joints)? No excuses, just that if anyone sees a BP station with a salad bar in it - first try it out, and if you don't suffer from a massive bout of food poisoning, please let me know!
My eating schedule has been...hmmm...inconsistent (at best). I've been eating what's available to me, and considering that we've been in the new place for 4 days and tonight was the first trip to the grocery store that I've made, you can imagine that kind of crap that's been available to me.
The scale, mercifully, is still hiding in the depths of what I hope will someday transform into an office/guest room, but what currently looks like the warehouse at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark.
In short, I'm disappointed in myself, but have high hopes for redemption. Though, at the moment, I'm dreading the day when the location of the scale becomes known and I can no longer hide from the reality of weight gain.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Food As A Reward?
I realized something today. It's not really a huge surprise, but I finally caught myself in the act, so I'm going to share.
I use food as a reward - mainly, sweets. Shocker!
I made very smart food choices today - a healthy sandwich from Subway for lunch, a very reasonable dinner, lots of water, and practically no snacks (which, considering we drove over 400 miles today, is quite an accomplishment).
So, as we were leaving the restaurant to walk back to our hotel, I decided that I wanted a yummy treat. Ice cream sounded the best, but I honestly would have gone for just about anything.
As I heard the words beginning to come out of my mouth, I literally stopped myself from saying "I've been good all day, I deserve some ice cream."
WHAT?!?!?!?! I deserve some ice cream?!?!?!
I realized, without any room for denial, exactly what I'm guilty of - I reward myself for good food choices with food - am I crazy?!?! How counterproductive can I possibly be? In what universe does food equal a reward? In what way is that good for anything besides adding to the junk currently residing in my trunk?!?!
Well, long story short, I talked myself out of a tasty treat, and settled for a small handful of Junior Mints (courtesy of my mother-in-law).
As our trek across the country continues tomorrow, I'm going to try to continue making smart choices, and maybe tomorrow evening I'll even make it to the gym for a workout once we arrive at our hotel (tonight I'm just too tired).
I use food as a reward - mainly, sweets. Shocker!
I made very smart food choices today - a healthy sandwich from Subway for lunch, a very reasonable dinner, lots of water, and practically no snacks (which, considering we drove over 400 miles today, is quite an accomplishment).
So, as we were leaving the restaurant to walk back to our hotel, I decided that I wanted a yummy treat. Ice cream sounded the best, but I honestly would have gone for just about anything.
As I heard the words beginning to come out of my mouth, I literally stopped myself from saying "I've been good all day, I deserve some ice cream."
WHAT?!?!?!?! I deserve some ice cream?!?!?!
I realized, without any room for denial, exactly what I'm guilty of - I reward myself for good food choices with food - am I crazy?!?! How counterproductive can I possibly be? In what universe does food equal a reward? In what way is that good for anything besides adding to the junk currently residing in my trunk?!?!
Well, long story short, I talked myself out of a tasty treat, and settled for a small handful of Junior Mints (courtesy of my mother-in-law).
As our trek across the country continues tomorrow, I'm going to try to continue making smart choices, and maybe tomorrow evening I'll even make it to the gym for a workout once we arrive at our hotel (tonight I'm just too tired).
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Clothing Options Are Scarce
Yesterday, in my attempt to make a hasty exit from California, I had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction with my denim shorts, and...long story short...I popped off 3 teeth of the zipper, thereby ruining them.
Awesome! I got to drive from California to Salt Lake City with my shorts unzipped (not so bad in the car, but I had to get creative when I got out of the car to get gas or food). In addition, all my clothes are packed, leaving me now with only one pair of pants for the drive. Even the neatest person would have trouble keeping the same pair of pants clean for an entire week, and I have never claimed to be the neatest person!
So, today, while on our 2 day break in SLC with Ben's family, Ben and I headed to Target to try to replace the shorts. Now, I love Target - it's one of my favorite stores, it has everything, and I'm in there at least once a week (and that's a slow week). But, after today, I'm completely frustrated with the clothing options for women who happen to be bigger than a size 14.
I will under no circumstances reveal my current clothing size, but I will say I haven't been a size 14 since my senior year of high school. So, naturally, I gravitate towards the "Womens Plus" section of the store.
I don't consider myself a terribly picky person when it comes to clothes. I know what I like, I definitely know what I don't like, and I most often choose function and comfort over fashion. But, I know selection (or lack of) when I see it, and the selection of plus size clothing at Target was pathetic! Not only where there practically no shorts/pants except for sweats and gaucho pants, but the one rack that had shorts on it was half regular sizes and half plus sizes - wow, way to make me feel like crap, Target!
Another long story short, nothing I tried on was quite right. Either the shorts were too short (I like capris or Bermuda shorts the best), or they were too tight, or they just looked dumpy. So, after I had a quick cry in the fitting room (or as I like to call it "my personal hell") while next door a kid was giving his mom "2 thumbs down" on her potential clothing purchase because she hadn't let him take home a toy that he wanted, I emerged wanting nothing more than to crawl into a hole, or better yet, rewind to yesterday morning when I broke my stupid zipper, so that I wouldn't have to deal with replacing my favorite pair of shorts!
Today is just another reminder that being over weight is not fun. I swear, stores make it downright difficult to find clothing that is stylish without looking dumpy, or worse, cause people to say "she shouldn't be wearing that" when they see you coming.
I know that there are stores that have a good plus size selection, but you usually have to pay out the nose for most of it, or you have to go out of your way in search of one of the magical stores that caters to plus size women.
My point (though it sounds more like a complaint) is that there is no convenience factor in searching for clothing for girls like me with too much junk in the trunk.
Awesome! I got to drive from California to Salt Lake City with my shorts unzipped (not so bad in the car, but I had to get creative when I got out of the car to get gas or food). In addition, all my clothes are packed, leaving me now with only one pair of pants for the drive. Even the neatest person would have trouble keeping the same pair of pants clean for an entire week, and I have never claimed to be the neatest person!
So, today, while on our 2 day break in SLC with Ben's family, Ben and I headed to Target to try to replace the shorts. Now, I love Target - it's one of my favorite stores, it has everything, and I'm in there at least once a week (and that's a slow week). But, after today, I'm completely frustrated with the clothing options for women who happen to be bigger than a size 14.
I will under no circumstances reveal my current clothing size, but I will say I haven't been a size 14 since my senior year of high school. So, naturally, I gravitate towards the "Womens Plus" section of the store.
I don't consider myself a terribly picky person when it comes to clothes. I know what I like, I definitely know what I don't like, and I most often choose function and comfort over fashion. But, I know selection (or lack of) when I see it, and the selection of plus size clothing at Target was pathetic! Not only where there practically no shorts/pants except for sweats and gaucho pants, but the one rack that had shorts on it was half regular sizes and half plus sizes - wow, way to make me feel like crap, Target!
Another long story short, nothing I tried on was quite right. Either the shorts were too short (I like capris or Bermuda shorts the best), or they were too tight, or they just looked dumpy. So, after I had a quick cry in the fitting room (or as I like to call it "my personal hell") while next door a kid was giving his mom "2 thumbs down" on her potential clothing purchase because she hadn't let him take home a toy that he wanted, I emerged wanting nothing more than to crawl into a hole, or better yet, rewind to yesterday morning when I broke my stupid zipper, so that I wouldn't have to deal with replacing my favorite pair of shorts!
Today is just another reminder that being over weight is not fun. I swear, stores make it downright difficult to find clothing that is stylish without looking dumpy, or worse, cause people to say "she shouldn't be wearing that" when they see you coming.
I know that there are stores that have a good plus size selection, but you usually have to pay out the nose for most of it, or you have to go out of your way in search of one of the magical stores that caters to plus size women.
My point (though it sounds more like a complaint) is that there is no convenience factor in searching for clothing for girls like me with too much junk in the trunk.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
No Weigh In This Week
That's right, I didn't weigh myself this week!
I'm giving myself a week off, considering how crazy life is right now.
We spent the entire week cleaning, organizing, packing and loading - hard to imagine that I was concerned about not getting any exercise this week! Judging by the amount of sweat that I have been sporting over the last 5 days (even though my main role in the loading of the truck was supervisory), I don't think I need to worry about my caloric intake!
I also didn't stress too much about what I was eating this past week. It was our last week in California, so naturally we were trying to cram in all of our favorite restaurants before the big departure. Sushi, Mexican, pizza - we had it all (some more than once). Again, I'm giving myself a pass this week.
Not to worry, as we spend the next several days living out of a suitcase, walking our dog will be a new priority - one we'll all benefit from, seeing as we'll be spending multiple hours per day in the car as we drive from California to Ohio!
I'm giving myself a week off, considering how crazy life is right now.
We spent the entire week cleaning, organizing, packing and loading - hard to imagine that I was concerned about not getting any exercise this week! Judging by the amount of sweat that I have been sporting over the last 5 days (even though my main role in the loading of the truck was supervisory), I don't think I need to worry about my caloric intake!
I also didn't stress too much about what I was eating this past week. It was our last week in California, so naturally we were trying to cram in all of our favorite restaurants before the big departure. Sushi, Mexican, pizza - we had it all (some more than once). Again, I'm giving myself a pass this week.
Not to worry, as we spend the next several days living out of a suitcase, walking our dog will be a new priority - one we'll all benefit from, seeing as we'll be spending multiple hours per day in the car as we drive from California to Ohio!
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
A Crazy Week
This is going to be a crazy week. We're organizing, cleaning, packing, and doing all the things that people do when preparing to move from California to Ohio.
So, needless to say, exercising and making healthy food choices is pretty low on my list of priorities this week.
Granted, I'm keeping busy - lots of ups and downs (that counts as squats, right?), lots of carrying heavy boxes (weights?), and coming soon to a moving van near me, lots of trips in and out of the house as we shuttle an endless pile of boxes from the living room into the truck (cardio???)
In an effort to not mess up our kitchen too much before we move, we're doing a lot of eating out (at least that's our official story). Count this as a partial effort to not have extra food lying around, as well as a simultaneous attempt to eat at all of our favorite Lodi/Stockton restaurants before we move.
Long story short, I'm not looking forward to my weigh in this week - maybe we'll "accidentally" pack the scale before I step onto it on Friday!!!
So, needless to say, exercising and making healthy food choices is pretty low on my list of priorities this week.
Granted, I'm keeping busy - lots of ups and downs (that counts as squats, right?), lots of carrying heavy boxes (weights?), and coming soon to a moving van near me, lots of trips in and out of the house as we shuttle an endless pile of boxes from the living room into the truck (cardio???)
In an effort to not mess up our kitchen too much before we move, we're doing a lot of eating out (at least that's our official story). Count this as a partial effort to not have extra food lying around, as well as a simultaneous attempt to eat at all of our favorite Lodi/Stockton restaurants before we move.
Long story short, I'm not looking forward to my weigh in this week - maybe we'll "accidentally" pack the scale before I step onto it on Friday!!!
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