Sorry I didn't post last week, I just wasn't in the mood to sit and type, I'm still not in the mood to sit and type today, but its gotta be done. If I am even in the mood to post a new picture I can get around to it some time today.
I've been in a major funk lately. I stepped on the scale last week to see that I gained a half a pound, and this morning I gained another pound. March was a terrible month, practically being sick every day for 31 days. Easter, big food, chocolate and sugar all around me. I brushed myself off and told myself that April would be better. Its spring time, according to the calendar but the weather has been telling us otherwise. Its been hard to get out and walk. I am 4 months into this experiement, and I am prety much where I started in January. I've stepped up my excercize massively and been watching what I eat very carefully. I started going to the gym twice a day. Since my hours changed at work, I have free time in the morning to go for about an hour. So I took advantage of the time change and I get a jumpstart on my activity for the day. With all this extra activity, the scale is moving but in the wrong direction. I've also been working out at home with 3 Biggest Loser dvd's that I rotate every day. Pilates and kickboxing end this Tuesday, so I will be losing that activity for the summer. I'll have to find something else to keep me busy.
I am going through the "what the f#^&* am I doing this for?" moment. I am confused as to what this resistance could be from. I'd like to try a pedometer again, but those things are such a waste of money. They fall of my pants all the time and either fall in the toilet or bust into pieces on the ground. Plus the rattleing from the battery aggrivates me. I am beginning to think that its from my birth control medicine. I've heard that prolonged use can cause weight gain, so maybe thats it. I can talk to my doctor about it and hopefully I can wean myself off it. I was only on it to control my periods when I was so out of wack for those few months. I think now that my weight is under control my periods won't be so erratic.
Who knows... I am confused, aggrivated, sad, and pissed. I keep glancing over at my picture wall with the saying "Stay focused...be Positive" heading, my heart says listen, and my brain says fuck off. My heart is right you know, weight loss is primarily a mental battle. But like all humans, the brain usually beats the heart. Right now my heart and brain are locked by the fists fighting over who is gonna win this battle.
I thought I would have good news to report this Sunday, but alas, I have relapsed with my sinus infection/cold this weekend. I was feeling so great since I went to the doctor, and excersized with no problems this week. Work was stressful this week with a new responsibility thrown upon me. I worked 28 hours in three days, and had a good workout schedule for the week. Friday morning I woke up at 5 am with a sore throat. I worked from 7-3 because it was a big exciting day for me...Friday night was my first Devils game at the Prudential Center and I wanted it to be perfect. I drank tea all day trying to ease the soreness in my throat. The arena is breathtaking, I am so proud of it, and the fact that it belongs to my team. Its gorgeous inside and out. My only complaint is that the seats are still too damn small! I've lost a total of 76 pounds, and I was still packed into my seat with no waist room. Ive heard from many people that the really expensive seats are the only ones that are wider. I couldn't even get out of my seat to celebrate the one and only goal that the Devils scored... my love handles got caught between the stupid cupholders...which no one can reach anyways... everyone's gut covers over them!
Ah well...I either have to lose 50 more pounds, or cough up more money to sit more comfortably. :) I guess its motivation to lose more weight?
On the way home I started sneezing, and woke up Saturday morning with the same migrane I suffered 3 weeks ago. My head's all stuffed up and my brain feels like its going to explode.
Im confused as to what to do. I didn't let this cold get in the way of of my excersize routine yesterday. I did my Biggest Loser DVD, and took my first walk in a month on the Ocean Gate boardwalk. I also discovered an excersize resistance band in my brother's closet he had when he had broken a few toes years ago. What a cool thing! We use them in our pilates and kickboxing class but those are a bit clumsy for me, they are thin like jump ropes. The handle grips kept flying outta my hands, and I actually snapped a band between my ankles. What can I say, I've never been very graceful when it comes to working out. :)
All in all, despite this weekend it was an okay week. I didn't lose, I didn't gain. I can't believe next weekend, it'll be time for my picture for March. Two months into it, I am still pretty much the same weight I am when I started in January. Like I said last week to myself "Take it slow, its not a race". Every little movement helps.
Have a wonderful Easter everyone. ***************Achoooooooohhhhhh***********
:)
Whoever coined the phrase "The Last Ten Pounds Are The Hardest to Lose" was a liar....... the last 30 are The Hardest.
I am struggling a bit to get back on track after being sick for two weeks. Last week I lost 6 pounds due to what turned out to be a bad sinus infection. I was on an all liquid diet, so it was no surprise that the scale was going to be much lighter. Last Sunday, we took my mom out for her birthday and it was the first real meal I had eaten in days. I ordered smartly, a 6 oz. filet of beef with a small crab cake and veggies. It was like eating velvet, I savored every bite. I slowly got my appetite back, along with my will to excersize. My mind was revving to get a move on, but my body was telling me otherwise. I started with slow walks on my breaks at work and I was completely winded and felt like I needed a nap. I went to my pilates class on Tuesday night, thinking the slow movements and stretching would do me some good, but boy was I wrong. I was alright with the upright and sitting up stretching, but as soon as my back hit the mat it was like "light out..time for bed". I could barely move my legs and I was cramping in my calves, feet and hamstrings. I had trouble breathing right and I was struggling so bad within that hour. I had to sit up and drink water most of the time.
I guess its good that I had the will to jump back in, but my body just wasn't ready. My gym membership lapsed two weeks ago, but from how I reacted to pilates, I sure as hell wasn't going to sign back up at the gym and not maxamize my work outs. I am feeling much better, after a trip to the doctor. With nasonex for my head congestion, and amoxicillian for my ear infection, its a slow process. I keep telling myself "Baby steps...its not a race." I haven't been this sick in years. Even though my body has been much healthier and stronger with my new lifestyle, when you're sick, you're sick, and your body lets you know it. Only good that came out from this week was the praise that I received from my doctor and his staff. They were all so proud of me and what Ive done in the year from when I was first there. My transformation was amazing to them.
I lost six pounds, and I gained 7 back. Shit happens, wipe it off and keep moving.
