January 1, 2010

Coincidence

This isn't a resolution. I don't do resolutions. But now that the guests have gone and the leftovers are finished and (almost) all the chocolate has been consumed, it's time to start my silly Wii running again. And when I'm in some version of Wii shape, I'm going to get my ass out of the house and try real running.

In my mind, I'm already ready to run a short race. In my mind, I do pretty darn well. In my mind, I'm harder, faster, leaner and I'm not breathing all that hard.

Hopefully what they say about envisioning the future you want really does help make it happen, because I'm going to need all the help I can get.

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November 3, 2009

4.3: The return of diet and exercise

I'm not sure how I managed it, but I didn't gain any weight while we were in San Francisco. We did do a fair amount of walking, but we also weren't skipping any meals.

Since we got back, though, well, let's just say I've been hungry. Really, really hungry. And tired and crazy busy and sedentary. I've also had a lot of Mexican food, which is always a fat button for me. I just CANNOT resist those chips, and let's face it, even a salad at most Mexican places isn't what one would call low cal. And while I was really proud of myself for (Wii) running the day after we got back, I didn't run again for a week.

So it's time to crack down again. To step away from the Halloween candy and get off the couch. I waited til the last possible minute, but I did run last night. And I didn't eat as much as I wanted to yesterday, which has to count for something.

Now that I've fulfilled my NaBloPoMo obligation for the day, it's time to get back to it.

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October 24, 2009

Wednesday weigh-in: Week 7 wrap up

This was written on Wednesday, but I couldn't find a single free wireless connection from our hotel no matter how I held the laptop.

I've been up by a pound or more since last week's weigh-in. I did some crazy exercise (after which I woke up a pound heavier), but I haven't been great about what I stuff in my pie hole. Not horrible, but not all salads and shredded wheat, either. Add to that it being Wednesday, the day the scale like to fuck with me most of all, and I was totally shocked this morning to find myself down two pounds from yesterday, and right around my starting weight, also known at The New Goal.

We're in San Francisco now, so why I'm going to try to be conscious of what I put in my mouth, and I'm sure I'll get plenty of accidental exercise sightseeing, I'm not going to stifle my vacation by trying to find a gym, or skipping any meal that I get to eat without serving someone else while simultaneously catching flying sippy cups and trying to coax Owen to eat something besides french fries without screaming his head off.

I fully plan to take up some form of exercise when I get home. I'm not sure if I'll be as hard core, but I still want to try running on the road instead of in place, and I think the shred really does have something to offer. I might not try to do them both in the same day, though! I really do think I'm more fit, and that some parts of me jiggle a bit lessened I suppose that's more important than a number on a scale.

The end:

  1. The last time I Wii ran, I managed 4 miles in 20 minutes. I was hauling ass, and I'm not sure I can do it every time, but it sure felt good to do it once. I'll probably try alternating with the shred.
  2. I'm going to try to keep the eating under control, but not quite as strictly as I was. I think that kind of deprivation leads to backlash in the form of eating entire pies and such.
  3. Owen is weaned! Goal accomplished!
  4. I didn't lose 5 pounds. I didn't even lose 1. I managed to get back to my starting weight, though, so yay! on that.
Final stats:

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October 14, 2009

Wednesday's curse

I've started to fear Wednesday's. No matter how low my weight has been over the last week, on Wednesday, it's right back up there.

At the end of last week, I was actually starting to think this whole diet and exercise gig was producing some results, finally. The low weight actually stuck around for three days, before I ate one little meal out and it jumped. And then jumped again. And then after a really good day with some heavy workouts, it stayed up there.

We leave for San Francisco in a week.

Last week:

  1. The shred is turning into more of an every other day workout. Between life and sore muscles, every day just wasn't working. I am, however, running most days, including the days I shred. Granted, it's Wii running, but I'm up to almost 3.5 Wii miles in 20 minutes.
  2. I've backed off the ice cream again, but I think I'm eating a little more real food. Not a ton more, but enough that I think ice cream would be overkill. And it seems like the scale agrees.
  3. Owen still asks for boobie, but I'm slowly trying to convince him that the word he needs to use is "hungry." He gets the concept now, but hungry still isn't his go-to word.
  4. At this point, I'd settle for hitting my starting weight before we leave. So, one pound, one week.
And here are my stats so far:

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October 7, 2009

Wednesday weigh-in

This diet and exercise thing is killing me.

On Saturday, I woke up the lightest I've been in probably months: 138.0. I figured it was an anomaly, and that my weight would go up at least slightly the next day, but it would still be real, honest-to-goodness weight loss. Also, seeing a nice, low number on the scale is good motivation to eat better, and I haven't had that in a while.

Sunday I woke up, saw the expected flux, and decided that today would be a good day to start the 30 Day Shred. I had no idea what to expect, but thought it shouldn't be too bad, since I'd been doing some form of exercise for the last month.

Ouch.

I made it through Level 1, barely. I only had to stop to catch my breath or ease my muscles a couple times, and the ab work felt almost good. Rex did it with me, and with the exception of the push-ups, I think I might have done a slightly harder workout than him. I saw this only because he works out at TKD 3 times a week, and so I expect him to be in fairly decent shape.

Holy hell was I sore on Monday. I powered through, and did the Shred again, although I had to rest more and skip more movements. I had some honest doubts about my bodies ability to support me a few times.

Yesterday, I could barely move. My chest hurt so bad from the flies and push-ups that I wanted to scream every time Owen poked me. And the fronts of my thighs were so sore, I almost screamed when he bonked his head on my leg. I can still barely make it up the stairs, and I don't sit on the toilet, I fall upon it.

I took last night off, figuring if I hurt this bad, I needed some recovery time. I'm still crazy sore today, but I think it's abated enough to try again tonight.

Oh, and in spite of the salad I had for dinner last night (I passed on McDonald's fries! And a fountain Coke! My favorite things!) I managed to gain a pound overnight.

To sum up:

  1. I'm feeling guilty giving up the running, but I just can't handle it right now with the Shred. And since the Shred is about killing me, I figure it must be a good workout, so I'm going to try to do it daily until we leave. Unless I die first.
  2. I may have been going a little heavy on the nightly ice cream this week. Time to dial it back a bit. Otherwise, I've done fairly well resisting temptation (fries!)
  3. Owen is still poking me in the boob regularly, but I'm holding strong. Here, have a cracker!
  4. Lose 5 pounds in 2 weeks, without amputation. Ha!
And here are my stats so far:

On the upside, I noticed this weekend that I'm starting to look tighter, which is really the whole point of this torture, right? I just wish my pants didn't feel tighter, too!

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October 1, 2009

Not losing (motivation)

Well, look at me! I'm only a half a pound heavier than when I started this whole thing, 4 weeks ago.

As for the goals:

  1. I'm up to 20 minutes of running in place, and I don't feel like I want to die anymore. I bought a Nike+, sewed a shoe pouch for it myself, and got an armband for the touch, but I haven't actually had a chance to leave the house to try real running. I'm doing a total of 30 minutes of aerobic activity every other day, and still doing the ab stuff the other days, but usually no more.
  2. I had a few bad eating days this past week. One of them seemed to have no effect on the scale, but two in a row killed me. I'm still trying to recover.
  3. Owen is totally boob free. He hasn't stopped asking for it yet, but he doesn't flip out as often when he's told no.
  4. Lose 5 pounds in 3 weeks. Possible, but really, look at my track record.
And here are my stats so far:

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September 30, 2009

Full update tommorrow

A quick weight update, because I haven't worked out yet, and I must GET. OFF. MY. ASS.

This morning's weigh in was 139.8, which is still up from my starting weight, but down from last week. It's not my lowest weight of the week, either, but I think eating at Chili's two nights in a row really got me.

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September 23, 2009

Fight the fat!

Well, I haven't technically lost any weight since I started this, but at least I weigh less this week than last. By a smidge. Nothing feels looser yet, but then it's been a while since I've worn my shorts, what with the cooler weather we've had this week.

On a more positive note, while I still don't like running, after 10 minutes of Wii running (in place), I don't feel like I'm going to die at the end anymore. In fact, the last time I ran, I was barely winded! I'm incredibly impressed by that, since I've never been much of a runner or fan of aerobic activity.

As for the goals:

  1. I've turned to doing mostly aerobic exercises on my Wii nights. I try to add a little something heart raising to my ab workouts, but I'm not being strict about it.
  2. I've loosened up a bit on the eating by adding a bit of ice cream every night. The down side is I've lost a bit of my control during the day, but I think the extra food (at least part of it) may actually be helping. At least that's what I'm going to keep telling myself.
  3. Owen is down to one feeding a day, and with the way he's been treating me and constantly asking for boobie, I'm actually looking forward to cutting him off (And also, it makes me want to cry a little bit.) My current hope is that he'll stop abusing me when there's no chance of a boob, period. I'm not betting any money on that theory, though.
  4. Lose 5 pounds in 5 4 weeks. Yikes!
And here are my stats so far:

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September 16, 2009

Weighty matters

I know it's only been a couple of weeks, but this whole weight/exercise thing is really starting to bring me down. After another week of doing some form of exercise every day, and carefully watching what I eat (and resisting, oh, the resisting!) I've managed to gain another .2 pounds. The hell?!?

I know everyone (including me!) says that muscle weighs more than fat, yada yada yada, and your clothes are fitting better, right?

NO!

If anything, my shorts are more snug, and I appear no smaller, tighter or toner in the mirror than I did two weeks ago. The only benefit I've seen so far is that I don't want to cry so much after I do the plank or those sit-up things where you keep your legs off the ground the whole time. I know that should be some sort of victory, but dammit, I WANT RESULTS.

Here's where I stand on the goals:

  1. I think I'm going to have to add to the exercise. Maybe add more to the ab toning workout I do every other day.
  2. I can't eat much less. As it is, I'm wondering if I'm not eating enough, and between that and the nursing, my body is trying to hold on to some fat. Stupid body LISTEN TO WHAT THE MOUTH IS SAYING. I could eat better, more fruits and veggies. For some reason, I'm totally off healthy food right now, and while I'm fairly sure it's a phase, I need to grow out of it.
  3. I've cut the boy down to two feedings a day. He's not happy about the lack of boobie, but at least he isn't asking for it in the morning. I'll try to drop another one in the next week or so, although it's going to be tough since we're having some sleeping issues right now.
  4. Lose 5 pounds in 5 weeks. It's possible, but that sure is cutting it close.
And here are my stats so far:

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September 9, 2009

Motivation

Last week, Beth posted her weight on the internet, as motivation to get back in shape for the second time this summer.

I was struck by the similarities of our desires. I, too, had worked out and tried to eat less to prepare for a summer beach trip (much less successfully, but I tried, dammit!) I, too, had gone on vacation and said to hell with my diet, I'm on vacation! As of last week, I weighed 139.4 (my scale is accurate to .2 pounds). And as of Wednesday of last week, I had 7 weeks until Rex and I leave on a trip away from the kids, the first since Owen was born.

I had thought about posting a picture of my scale, and just never got around to it (also, my toes are not as pretty), but I did start up with the exercise again last Thursday. So far, in spite of a weekend away from home, I've managed to...gain a pound.

I swear, I thought I was eating well, given my circumstances. But I'm not giving up!

So here are my goals:

  1. Step up the exercise. I'd rather be firmer and tighter than weigh less.
  2. Eat less. And better. This is hard, because I'm weaning Owen, and experience tells me that I'm still hungry as if I'm eating for two long after the second person drops off.
  3. Wean the boy. He's getting cut off 6 weeks from today, in spite of both of us fighting it. I'd prefer to do this slowly and smoothly as opposed to cold turkey, so I'd better get crackin'.
  4. Lose 5-10 pounds. Realistically, I doubt I'll be able to take off more than 5 in the next 6 weeks. My ultimate goal is 10, with an option for another 5 depending mostly on my thighs.
And here are my stats so far:

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September 30, 2008

Let's check your stability during Flip the Bird

There are a lot of things I like about the Wii Fit. I like that it works me. I like that I can choose which exercises I feel up to on any given day. I like (when I'm winning) the competition between Rex and I and against myself in the rankings. I like that I can learn Yoga poses (or some facsimile) and screw up the rhythm boxing in my own living room, because working out badly in my own home is still better than not working out at all because you don't want other people to see how inept you are.

No, I have no issues.

There are a few things I think could be done better, like having to listen to the trainer go on and on after every pose, and having to wait between ski jumps. I don't really need the Wii's conversation when I start it up, either, asking me if the weather is getting cooler and whatnot.

I think my biggest peeve, though, is one I experienced tonight. For the past three nights, my weight has increased slightly. Just a tiny bit each time, so little that the Wii's only comments referred to normal fluctuations and it didn't even ask me about my poor eating habits. Tonight, though, was good. I lost the last three days combined weight plus a little, and what did the damn thing say? "You aren't going to be able to make your goal in the time you've chosen."

WHAT?

No good job, no way to go, nothing positive. So my peeve? I want the option to tell the Wii to SUCK IT.

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September 18, 2008

Touch me and I'll kill you

Owen has been doing this thing lately where he cries/moans/makes this noise that makes me want to rip off my leg and beat myself with it pretty much every. single. time. I set him down. And I wouldn't normally mind holding him all the damn time (too much) if he weren't constantly pinching me and yanking on my shirt and shoving it into his mouth and then barfing.

Makes you want to be me, huh?

The combination of these two behaviors is making me nuts. I'm starting to act unfriendly toward him, which makes me feel horrible, because he's my sweet little boy. Also, he doesn't seem to be getting it, so what's the point? It drives me nuts that my two choices ALL DAY LONG were to be relentlessly touched/pinched/mouthed or listen to the hounds of hell. I'm not even able to bask in the glory of the sleep I got last night, since he only got up once (well, twice if you count when Rex got up with him at 5, but since I got to stay asleep in bed, I don't).

I'm going to try to work off some of my angst on the Wii. Last night, I ran farther than I have in years. It's possible that I went a whole quarter mile. Well, in place, that is. I wonder if it's significant that I've Fitted for two days, and had two days of Owen hell? If so, that's backasswards, since I thought exercise was supposed to reduce stress.

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September 16, 2008

Wii unfit

Back in July, Rex and I bought the Wii we had been talking about getting for months. I think we called it our anniversary gift to each other, but that's a little weird since we don't usually get each other much of anything. Whatever, we bought the damn thing.

While the girls were in Maryland, we religiously did the fitness test. Rex is naturally pretty good at both athletics and video games, so he easily scores younger than he really is.

I started in my 70's. No shit.

I thought after a few days, I'd get the hang of Wii'ing, but I think my best age to date is 39. I scored that tonight.

I really wanted to get the Fit, but I haven't managed to hit a store that had any in stock. I'm not willing to wait in line for hours, or get up any earlier than I already do, but I do wander through the video game aisle at any and every place that might carry them. Today, my persistence paid off. While hauling Owen's hiney around Target. I should get a few years off just for that! Anyway, Target had piles of the things, and even some consoles.

After the kids went to bed, I synced the thing up and got weighed and measured. I'm pretty sure my Mii gave me the finger after she saw my weight, but I'm in the healthy BMI range so SCREW YOU, MII.

Ahem.

The Fit said I was 42. Not bad, considering what the Sports Fitness test has been saying about me! Then Rex did his initial test, and damn if he wasn't in his 20's. His BMI is pixels away from obese, but he has the balance of an infant.

On the upside, I'm kicking his ass at the Yoga poses, and I retested and I'm already 4 years younger.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to watch tv and each my cheese puffs on the couch.

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