Ok, I'm back. And I'm serious. I want to get in shape. Both endurance-wise and in terms of toning. And to get that started, I need a benchmark. So - here are my starting-out weight and measurements. Lets see how much progress I can make!
Arm: 11.5"
Bust: 35"
Waist: 31.5"
Hips: 38"
Gut: 36"
Thigh: 21"
Weight: 122
So, here goes nothin!
p.s. tomorrow I'm going to try for the endurance benchmarks like pushups and running a mile -we'll see how I do :)
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Frustrated But Blessed
I had a bit of a Facebook argument this morning. Those of you who know me at all know that I have no censorship of myself when it comes to Facebook. If I think it or feel it, it's out there for all 200+ of my friends (or acquaintances, or people who just hit "add") to see. And, as usual when I'm feeling bad about myself, I posted another flip message about losing weight (or, rather, how losing weight won't make me happier - right?) And my friend, who is a personal trainer and nutritionist and a total inspiration health-wise, totally called me on it. In short, she told me to quit whining and focus on being healthy and in shape (because the Hollywood starlet diet is not advantageous for growing muscle, and this negative, self-hating anorexia talk is really going to screw up my daughter some day). And she's right. If I'm having "issues," I need to see a therapist, or, at the very least, keep it a private conversation between myself and one of my "support group" of formerly anorexic friends. I don't need to trip up or drag down anyone else with my own neuroses.
That being said, I think my issue at the moment isn't so much that I want to "get really skinny," because I don't. I'm not looking to be Angelina thin. I want to be "chick on the cover of my Shape magazine" toned. But I'm frustrated. Really frustrated with where I am right now.
Before I list off all my frustrations, I want to list the blessings of which I try to remind myself each day.
1) I am a lot healthier now than I have been in a long time. I wake up every morning generally pain free. I have the use of all my limbs and all 5 senses. I have energy and I'm usually not sick. I've resolved or at least diagnosed some of the issues that bothered me in the past (i.e. food allergy, skin issue, etc). My body works in all the ways it's supposed to, and I am so grateful for that.
2) I have 3 kids who love me and keep me super busy. They want my attention and want to be with me 24/7.
3) I have a husband who likes to hang out with me, and who thinks I'm beautiful just the way I am. If he wishes I were still my college weight, he wisely doesn't say so :p
4) I enjoy life. I enjoy food. I enjoy my activities. I'm even enjoying this cold, snowy morning.
But here's what's frustrating me:
1) I want to be more active, but I just can't seem to make it work. Part of the reason I'm so frustrated with the shape my body is in, is because I can't properly celebrate it the way I want to. If I want to work out, my options are doing the elliptical or situps while the kids nap (or first thing in the morning), or going for a walk/run after the kids are in bed. Sure, those get me in shape, but they don't make me love my body and what it can do. I want to dance! I want to run around the farm with my kids and wear myself out playing tag and chasing a ball. I want to splash around in the pool in the summer and not want to die because someone will see me in a swimsuit. I want to work out mid-morning when I'm really feeling energized instead of forcing myself through it when I'm exhausted. But we don't live on the farm and I can't find a dance class and I don't have time to go to the Y, so I have to plug away on the machines alone when I'm wiped out and I hate that - so I don't do it.
2) I want to cut the junk out of my diet. I hate that I not only eat candy all the time and bake whenever I feel like it, but that I keep on buying the flour and sugar and chocolate every time I'm at the store. I plan all these healthy dinners, and then chase them with biscuits or chocolate cake. Of course I'm not losing the weight.
3) I talk too much about being fat around my kids. I don't want them to grow up hating themselves and the beautiful bodies God has given them the way I did. I want them to celebrate themselves and celebrate the things their bodies can do for them. If my daughter ever complains about being fat, I'm going to look at her and say "honey, you are gorgeous just like you are. Would you like to join me for a run/walk/swim/dance class?" I want to teach my kids to be healthy and take care of themselves, and then love whatever shape that makes them.
That's where I am right now. If I say "I'm so fat" what I really mean is "I'm so frustrated." I'm working on these issues - I'm looking for a dance class, I'm trying to squeeze in the toning while the kids are playing around me, I'm trying super hard not to buy the junk in the first place. But in the meantime, I'm just going to struggle with the emotional stuff.
I have learned, however, where that emotional stuff belongs. It belongs here, it belongs in my head, or it belongs in confidence between myself and the small group of friends who have said "I get you, I'm here for you, I love you."
That being said, I think my issue at the moment isn't so much that I want to "get really skinny," because I don't. I'm not looking to be Angelina thin. I want to be "chick on the cover of my Shape magazine" toned. But I'm frustrated. Really frustrated with where I am right now.
Before I list off all my frustrations, I want to list the blessings of which I try to remind myself each day.
1) I am a lot healthier now than I have been in a long time. I wake up every morning generally pain free. I have the use of all my limbs and all 5 senses. I have energy and I'm usually not sick. I've resolved or at least diagnosed some of the issues that bothered me in the past (i.e. food allergy, skin issue, etc). My body works in all the ways it's supposed to, and I am so grateful for that.
2) I have 3 kids who love me and keep me super busy. They want my attention and want to be with me 24/7.
3) I have a husband who likes to hang out with me, and who thinks I'm beautiful just the way I am. If he wishes I were still my college weight, he wisely doesn't say so :p
4) I enjoy life. I enjoy food. I enjoy my activities. I'm even enjoying this cold, snowy morning.
But here's what's frustrating me:
1) I want to be more active, but I just can't seem to make it work. Part of the reason I'm so frustrated with the shape my body is in, is because I can't properly celebrate it the way I want to. If I want to work out, my options are doing the elliptical or situps while the kids nap (or first thing in the morning), or going for a walk/run after the kids are in bed. Sure, those get me in shape, but they don't make me love my body and what it can do. I want to dance! I want to run around the farm with my kids and wear myself out playing tag and chasing a ball. I want to splash around in the pool in the summer and not want to die because someone will see me in a swimsuit. I want to work out mid-morning when I'm really feeling energized instead of forcing myself through it when I'm exhausted. But we don't live on the farm and I can't find a dance class and I don't have time to go to the Y, so I have to plug away on the machines alone when I'm wiped out and I hate that - so I don't do it.
2) I want to cut the junk out of my diet. I hate that I not only eat candy all the time and bake whenever I feel like it, but that I keep on buying the flour and sugar and chocolate every time I'm at the store. I plan all these healthy dinners, and then chase them with biscuits or chocolate cake. Of course I'm not losing the weight.
3) I talk too much about being fat around my kids. I don't want them to grow up hating themselves and the beautiful bodies God has given them the way I did. I want them to celebrate themselves and celebrate the things their bodies can do for them. If my daughter ever complains about being fat, I'm going to look at her and say "honey, you are gorgeous just like you are. Would you like to join me for a run/walk/swim/dance class?" I want to teach my kids to be healthy and take care of themselves, and then love whatever shape that makes them.
That's where I am right now. If I say "I'm so fat" what I really mean is "I'm so frustrated." I'm working on these issues - I'm looking for a dance class, I'm trying to squeeze in the toning while the kids are playing around me, I'm trying super hard not to buy the junk in the first place. But in the meantime, I'm just going to struggle with the emotional stuff.
I have learned, however, where that emotional stuff belongs. It belongs here, it belongs in my head, or it belongs in confidence between myself and the small group of friends who have said "I get you, I'm here for you, I love you."
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Dressing Room Disaster
I would be a lot thinner if I tried on clothes in a dressing room more often. I've mentioned before that I think I have a 'skinny mirror' in my bedroom. I look great in that mirror every morning - then I see myself in a window or mirror in public and don't even recognize my chubby self. It's frightening.
Today, I finally broke down and bought new underwear. I hadn't bought any in over 3 years (before I had kids) aside from a pack of cheap Walmart cotton undies which are hardly flattering. Target, however, is selling some super cute coordinating sets. I was in a huge hurry because I had 20 minutes to pick things out and try them on before I had to rush off to the doctor, but I filled up my cart with what I thought was my size and ran to the dressing room to try things on.
The good news - I fit into the smallest size I selected. The bad news - not only did Target not have 'skinny mirrors,' they had wrap-around mirrors. Meaning I could see all the chub on every side clear as day. Since I was 105 lbs the last time I tried on undies, I was used to seeing myself look cute and trim in cute underthings. Not this time. All I saw was chub here and jiggle there and that 'mommy belly' staring right back at me. Ewwwww. I wanted to cry. I wanted to go run 10 miles. I wished I could un-eat the piece of cake I chased my yogurt with at breakfast (thankfully the cake is all gone now). But it did give me more resolve.
However I may feel, and whatever the scale says, I am NOT thin. Moreover, I am definitely NOT toned. I can't actually get away with eating a candy bar or dessert every day. I can't eat off of brimming regular sized plates. I can't sit around and blog or nap or read or otherwise be lazy during naptime when I need to be on my elliptical or (especially!!) doing strength moves to get my muscles back.
I miss going to the store and being excited to try clothes on because they actually looked cute in the mirror. I miss knowing what size I wear. I miss going to the beach without terror of being seen in a swimsuit. I miss looking in the mirror without being sad. I miss being strong. I miss being able to run around all day without getting tired, lifting heavy items without wanting to die, standing up straight because my abs could hold me up.
I'm considering this a wake up call. I have them all the time and they last all of 2 or 3 days on average. But this time I have a secret weapon. Any time I'm getting too complacent about my weight or my appearance - I'll hit the dressing room. I'll try on a swimsuit or a new bra. And if I want to cry, it's time to hit the pavement and log some miles.
It's all about perspective and today I got a healthy dose. At least I learned!
Today, I finally broke down and bought new underwear. I hadn't bought any in over 3 years (before I had kids) aside from a pack of cheap Walmart cotton undies which are hardly flattering. Target, however, is selling some super cute coordinating sets. I was in a huge hurry because I had 20 minutes to pick things out and try them on before I had to rush off to the doctor, but I filled up my cart with what I thought was my size and ran to the dressing room to try things on.
The good news - I fit into the smallest size I selected. The bad news - not only did Target not have 'skinny mirrors,' they had wrap-around mirrors. Meaning I could see all the chub on every side clear as day. Since I was 105 lbs the last time I tried on undies, I was used to seeing myself look cute and trim in cute underthings. Not this time. All I saw was chub here and jiggle there and that 'mommy belly' staring right back at me. Ewwwww. I wanted to cry. I wanted to go run 10 miles. I wished I could un-eat the piece of cake I chased my yogurt with at breakfast (thankfully the cake is all gone now). But it did give me more resolve.
However I may feel, and whatever the scale says, I am NOT thin. Moreover, I am definitely NOT toned. I can't actually get away with eating a candy bar or dessert every day. I can't eat off of brimming regular sized plates. I can't sit around and blog or nap or read or otherwise be lazy during naptime when I need to be on my elliptical or (especially!!) doing strength moves to get my muscles back.
I miss going to the store and being excited to try clothes on because they actually looked cute in the mirror. I miss knowing what size I wear. I miss going to the beach without terror of being seen in a swimsuit. I miss looking in the mirror without being sad. I miss being strong. I miss being able to run around all day without getting tired, lifting heavy items without wanting to die, standing up straight because my abs could hold me up.
I'm considering this a wake up call. I have them all the time and they last all of 2 or 3 days on average. But this time I have a secret weapon. Any time I'm getting too complacent about my weight or my appearance - I'll hit the dressing room. I'll try on a swimsuit or a new bra. And if I want to cry, it's time to hit the pavement and log some miles.
It's all about perspective and today I got a healthy dose. At least I learned!
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
12 Week Challenge: Week 5
How did you do with your water intake? I carried my cup with me everywhere and, as much as possible, tried to increase my consumption. I did ok most days, though, as usual I sometimes got so busy I'd forget.
This week, we're stepping it up and stepping out!
Pretty simple. Be mindful about moving your tush a little more each day. Get up out of your chair at least once and hour to stretch and move. If you can take a short walk, great. If not, do some quick squats or wall-push-ups. Park farther from the door, take the stairs instead of the elevator, chase the kids in the park instead of sitting on the bench while they play. Do plies while folding laundry, situps while watching tv, or grapevines while brushing your teeth. Wander the house/office while you're on the phone. Turn on some loud music and power-clean the house. Add random jumping jacks to your daily routine.
If you're really ambitious - track your week. When you sit down, jot down the time. When you get up to move, note the time again. At the end of the day, tally up all the time you spend sitting. You might be surprised that you're not nearly as active as you thought. Or, you could be pleasantly surprised to see that you're more of a mover than you realized.
Are you a planner? Do you live by your calendar? Schedule in regular exercise sessions, even if it's only for 15 minutes a day. Stick a casserole in the oven, crank up the resistance on the elliptical, and rock out to a couple of your favorite tunes. Run around the block once or twice when you get out of the car. Challenge the kids to a dance-off. Look for the little opportunities. Putting in a long, hard workout is great - but if you don't have the time (and really, these days who does?) then every little bit counts.
I can't wait to hear from you next week to see what sneaky little workouts you squeezed in!
This week's stats:
weight: 120 (yay down 2 lbs - though I think these V-day cupcakes will nix that loss)
Days I worked out: 1 (and it was intense. and the next day I was sick as a dog. bummer)
Days I ate junk: 7 (the candybar habit just won't be kicked)
This week, we're stepping it up and stepping out!
Week 5: Make Each Day More Active
Pretty simple. Be mindful about moving your tush a little more each day. Get up out of your chair at least once and hour to stretch and move. If you can take a short walk, great. If not, do some quick squats or wall-push-ups. Park farther from the door, take the stairs instead of the elevator, chase the kids in the park instead of sitting on the bench while they play. Do plies while folding laundry, situps while watching tv, or grapevines while brushing your teeth. Wander the house/office while you're on the phone. Turn on some loud music and power-clean the house. Add random jumping jacks to your daily routine.
If you're really ambitious - track your week. When you sit down, jot down the time. When you get up to move, note the time again. At the end of the day, tally up all the time you spend sitting. You might be surprised that you're not nearly as active as you thought. Or, you could be pleasantly surprised to see that you're more of a mover than you realized.
Are you a planner? Do you live by your calendar? Schedule in regular exercise sessions, even if it's only for 15 minutes a day. Stick a casserole in the oven, crank up the resistance on the elliptical, and rock out to a couple of your favorite tunes. Run around the block once or twice when you get out of the car. Challenge the kids to a dance-off. Look for the little opportunities. Putting in a long, hard workout is great - but if you don't have the time (and really, these days who does?) then every little bit counts.
I can't wait to hear from you next week to see what sneaky little workouts you squeezed in!
This week's stats:
weight: 120 (yay down 2 lbs - though I think these V-day cupcakes will nix that loss)
Days I worked out: 1 (and it was intense. and the next day I was sick as a dog. bummer)
Days I ate junk: 7 (the candybar habit just won't be kicked)
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Put Down That Fork and Go For A Run
What do I do differently now than I did then?
1) bake all the time
2) eat a candy bar pretty much every day
3) eat 3 HUGE meals a day
4) not work out one minute of the day
Before kids, I'd eat a cup of yogurt for breakfast (if anything at all), a salad for lunch, and a small dinner. If it were a really special occasion, I'd have a cookie or a piece of cake. I didn't care much about food. I'd take long walks in the afternoon, put on some upbeat music and strength train. I'd go to the gym, or dance - just move!
I tend to blame my kids for my current weight. When do I find the time to work out when I have them home all day? I can't let that food go to waste, so I'll just clean their plates. They love cookies, so let's bake!
No one is forcing me to buy another candy bar. No one is forcing me to blog/nap/craft during nap time when I've scheduled my workout. No one is forcing me to watch tv instead of tracking my calories. No one hid my lettuce and replaced it with mac'n'cheese. It's my own lack of willpower that's keeping me fat. It's my own laziness and gluttony. Some day I'm going to have to stop blaming others and just do it!
I'm armed with a printer and a stack of 5-year-old photos. I will post them around the house as a reminder of who I want to be. And by summer, I will be able to wear that dress again (maybe not quite that well, but it will fit).
This is my new resolution. Here we go.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
I Could Use A Hug
I've been struggling a lot lately. I know what I should be thinking and feeling and doing. But that's not the way it goes. I know that I should love my body for what it can do. I should be grateful for my health and dedicated to maintaining it through healthy eating and regular exercise. Instead, I'm hating my body. All its lumps and bumps. Its lack of definition. The little irksome syndromes and -itises and intolerances I have. And mostly, my own lack of willpower. Every morning I wake up resolved to eat healthily. And every day I sneak a candy bar, shovel down cereal and cheese, and fill up on warm comfort foods. I haven't stocked up on enough fruits and veggies and it's so easy to think "but I'm chilly, I'd much rather have mac'n'cheese than a salad." I always intend to work out at naptime. I even wrote it into the schedule posted on my fridge. But I'm always too busy, or too tired, or too sick. And then I look with envy at the shapely girls with muscles and think "they're so lucky, why do they get to be so pretty when I'm so chubby and old looking?" Well, silly, it might be good breeding - but much more likely, they're just more disciplined.
I want to dance. Very very much. I've been looking into finding a dance class I could take that will fit my schedule (aka early evening near by). I really think that it would give me the push I need to get healthy again. I could celebrate my body and the beautiful things it can do - and I'd probably get in shape in the process. It's something I truly love, so I'd be more likely to stick with it - to look forward to it. And to practice at home. But it's apparently not a popular happening on my side of town and if I have to drive very far I'll start making up excuses not to go. I want to feel beautiful, to feel powerful - and I do when I'm dancing. I'm not very good at it, I'm quite the awkward duck, but the point is that it feels beautiful.
I'm tired of hating myself. I'm tired of wanting to see my bones, of wanting my clothes to hang off of me, of wanting to be some twisted form of perfect that I know in my heart is not an improvement over my current shape. I'm tired of letting the demons win. I just want someone to sit me down and look me in the eye and tell me "sweetie, you're a woman. and women are beautiful no matter what shape they are." And more than that - I just don't want to care! Some of the most beautiful women I know are beautiful because they don't care how they look. It's not important to them. Life is important to them and they live it to the fullest and that is beautiful. I'm tired of feeling awkward in my own skin. I'm tired of being so painfully shy that I'm afraid to look people in the eyes. I'm tired of thinking I'm not good enough or interesting enough for other people to waste their time on. I'm tired of caring if other people care.
And I'm tired of whining. So I'm going to stop. I'm going to spend the rest of my day seeking out my blessings and numbering them - shouting them out with praise and joy. Because I am immensely blessed and it's silly of me to let these stupid little demons get in my way. That's when they win. I won't let them win. But if you see me out somewhere today - I could use a hug...
I want to dance. Very very much. I've been looking into finding a dance class I could take that will fit my schedule (aka early evening near by). I really think that it would give me the push I need to get healthy again. I could celebrate my body and the beautiful things it can do - and I'd probably get in shape in the process. It's something I truly love, so I'd be more likely to stick with it - to look forward to it. And to practice at home. But it's apparently not a popular happening on my side of town and if I have to drive very far I'll start making up excuses not to go. I want to feel beautiful, to feel powerful - and I do when I'm dancing. I'm not very good at it, I'm quite the awkward duck, but the point is that it feels beautiful.
I'm tired of hating myself. I'm tired of wanting to see my bones, of wanting my clothes to hang off of me, of wanting to be some twisted form of perfect that I know in my heart is not an improvement over my current shape. I'm tired of letting the demons win. I just want someone to sit me down and look me in the eye and tell me "sweetie, you're a woman. and women are beautiful no matter what shape they are." And more than that - I just don't want to care! Some of the most beautiful women I know are beautiful because they don't care how they look. It's not important to them. Life is important to them and they live it to the fullest and that is beautiful. I'm tired of feeling awkward in my own skin. I'm tired of being so painfully shy that I'm afraid to look people in the eyes. I'm tired of thinking I'm not good enough or interesting enough for other people to waste their time on. I'm tired of caring if other people care.
And I'm tired of whining. So I'm going to stop. I'm going to spend the rest of my day seeking out my blessings and numbering them - shouting them out with praise and joy. Because I am immensely blessed and it's silly of me to let these stupid little demons get in my way. That's when they win. I won't let them win. But if you see me out somewhere today - I could use a hug...
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
12 Week Challenge: Week 4
How did you do on week 3's challenge to think more positively? I had good days and bad days but, for the most part, found that I am growing to be more comfortable in my own skin. I even went to a meeting the other day in old jeans, a sweatshirt and no makeup and it didn't phase me. Which is huge progress on my part.
Sorry I've been a little MIA - I've been trying really hard to get more balance in my life. It's one of my major goals for the year and I've been doing pretty well - but it does require me to stay off the internet a bit more. So - here is the next step in the 12 Week Challenge.
Sorry I've been a little MIA - I've been trying really hard to get more balance in my life. It's one of my major goals for the year and I've been doing pretty well - but it does require me to stay off the internet a bit more. So - here is the next step in the 12 Week Challenge.
Week 4: Drink More Water
Another easy peasy challenge that will do you a world of good. I've noticed that my oldest son and I both need to improve in the hydration department. He drinks almost no water (or anything else) all day long. I'm beginning to think it could have something to do with his constant crankiness. It's hard to feel your best when you're terribly dehydrated.
I've taken up carrying around a water bottle with me everywhere I go - in the car, around the house, to bed at night. Remembering to keep sipping from it can be difficult, but I try to take a drink every time I feel thirsty (which is all the time - yay Sjogren's).
So your assignment for the week is to drink as much water as possible. They say to aim for 8 8-oz glasses a day, but any improvement is good. We like to keep a pitcher full of water that we pour from all day - that way we can measure how much we've drunk without having to count glasses. You could stick a little dry-erase sticker to your bottle and make a check every time you refill. Or, it might just be enough to keep an extra bottle or cup with you at all times so you're never without a drink.
Hate plain water? Add a little (plain) tea, a splash of lemon juice, or dilute juice with seltzer 1:3. Just drink up!
That's it for this week. Don't forget to join our facebook page to keep up with your progress :)
This week's stats:
weight: 122
days I worked out: 1
days I ate junk: 7
Monday, January 30, 2012
Dear Anorexia
Dear Anorexia,
I hear you knocking but you cannot come in. I will call you by your proper name - Thief. You rob me of my health. You rob me of my energy. You rob me of my joy. I will treat you like the thief that you are. I would not leave my front door open for anyone to come in and take what belongs to me. I shut my door and lock it to protect what is precious to me. In the same way I will shut my mind to your beckoning. I will bar the door against the temptations of skinny celebrities on glossy magazine covers and skimpy swimsuits on department store racks. I will safeguard my schedule to make your old habits inconvenient.
I can hear you laying in wait, until my children are all in school. I can hear you urging "you can skip breakfast with no one to yell at." I hear you call "you can work out for hours without interruption." Lies. Siren songs. I worked very hard to overcome your deceptions. Becoming a mother forced me to look beyond my selfish conceit. I cannot starve a growing baby. I cannot skip meals when children need my patience. I cannot run for hours when there are snacks to prepare and diapers to change and laundry to fold. I cannot destroy myself when my children depend on my strong arms to hold them.
Dear Anorexia - you are an old, familiar face, but you are no friend of mine. You are not welcome here. I am so much more than you want me to believe I am. I am fearfully and wonderfully made, and I will live my life in the light of that knowledge. You and I are over. Stop calling my name.
Sincerely,
Not Sick Anymore
I hear you knocking but you cannot come in. I will call you by your proper name - Thief. You rob me of my health. You rob me of my energy. You rob me of my joy. I will treat you like the thief that you are. I would not leave my front door open for anyone to come in and take what belongs to me. I shut my door and lock it to protect what is precious to me. In the same way I will shut my mind to your beckoning. I will bar the door against the temptations of skinny celebrities on glossy magazine covers and skimpy swimsuits on department store racks. I will safeguard my schedule to make your old habits inconvenient.
I can hear you laying in wait, until my children are all in school. I can hear you urging "you can skip breakfast with no one to yell at." I hear you call "you can work out for hours without interruption." Lies. Siren songs. I worked very hard to overcome your deceptions. Becoming a mother forced me to look beyond my selfish conceit. I cannot starve a growing baby. I cannot skip meals when children need my patience. I cannot run for hours when there are snacks to prepare and diapers to change and laundry to fold. I cannot destroy myself when my children depend on my strong arms to hold them.
Dear Anorexia - you are an old, familiar face, but you are no friend of mine. You are not welcome here. I am so much more than you want me to believe I am. I am fearfully and wonderfully made, and I will live my life in the light of that knowledge. You and I are over. Stop calling my name.
Sincerely,
Not Sick Anymore
12 Week Makeover Week 3
So how did you do on Week 2: clearing out the clutter?
I did a little reorganizing of my house - I cut down a few clutter spots like the recycle area, the top of the dryer, and I did this overhaul of the foyer. I spent more time, however, getting together this organizing system for my week. The long and short of it being that I came up with some simple charting solutions that have made me SO much more efficient with my time and my mental energy. I cut out a lot of the 'clutter' of trying to keep track of all the things I needed to get done and all the scheduling I had to remember. It's been wonderful and my house has been noticeably tidier because of it (although, when I asked my husband if he noticed that the house had been a little neater last week he said "no" *sigh*).
Anyway, that brings us to this week.
Week #3: Practice Positive Thinking
This doesn't just mean "I will get that workout in today" or "I won't eat that cookie." It also includes consciously refraining from thinking anything negative about yourself. No more obsessing over fat thighs. No more beating yourself up for skipping the gym. If you catch yourself thinking something negative about yourself, turn it around and find the positive. Instead of thinking "I'm so fat and lazy" think "I have a great personality that people like to be around and I work hard." The more positive you feel about yourself, the better you'll do at losing weight and getting healthy.
And if you want to read the real articles about this challenge, don't forget to pick up the All You: Health and Fitness magazine at your local Walmart. There are tons of other great tips on working out and eating right in that magazine that will not be included in my blog posts.
So - this week's challenge sounds easy, right? I really hope it is for you! See my next post for a reason it won't be so easy for me.
And this week's stats:
Weight: 122 and holding *sigh*
Days I worked out: 2
Days I ate junk: 6
Oh well - I'm working on it. I did just buy Weeds Season 1 to keep me company while I work out.
Good luck!
I did a little reorganizing of my house - I cut down a few clutter spots like the recycle area, the top of the dryer, and I did this overhaul of the foyer. I spent more time, however, getting together this organizing system for my week. The long and short of it being that I came up with some simple charting solutions that have made me SO much more efficient with my time and my mental energy. I cut out a lot of the 'clutter' of trying to keep track of all the things I needed to get done and all the scheduling I had to remember. It's been wonderful and my house has been noticeably tidier because of it (although, when I asked my husband if he noticed that the house had been a little neater last week he said "no" *sigh*).
Anyway, that brings us to this week.
Week #3: Practice Positive Thinking
This doesn't just mean "I will get that workout in today" or "I won't eat that cookie." It also includes consciously refraining from thinking anything negative about yourself. No more obsessing over fat thighs. No more beating yourself up for skipping the gym. If you catch yourself thinking something negative about yourself, turn it around and find the positive. Instead of thinking "I'm so fat and lazy" think "I have a great personality that people like to be around and I work hard." The more positive you feel about yourself, the better you'll do at losing weight and getting healthy.
And if you want to read the real articles about this challenge, don't forget to pick up the All You: Health and Fitness magazine at your local Walmart. There are tons of other great tips on working out and eating right in that magazine that will not be included in my blog posts.
So - this week's challenge sounds easy, right? I really hope it is for you! See my next post for a reason it won't be so easy for me.
And this week's stats:
Weight: 122 and holding *sigh*
Days I worked out: 2
Days I ate junk: 6
Oh well - I'm working on it. I did just buy Weeds Season 1 to keep me company while I work out.
Good luck!
Monday, January 23, 2012
12 Week Makeover: Week 2
To recap, Week 1: Keep a Journal, we were challeneged to find a journal or other method of recording the things we ate, the amount we worked out, and the way we felt about our health habits that week.
So how did you do? I'll be honest - I didn't get a whole lot of recording done. But I did make sure to pay closer attention to some of the things I was feeling about working out (or my lack thereof) and the way certain things I ate made me feel. I'm going to site getting a stomach bug as my excuse for having a really unsuccessful week - but really, I was just lazy. I'll get better about it this week. Ready for the next step?
Week 2: Declutter and Make a Plan
This week we have a 2 part challenge:
1) De-clutter your space - find the places in your house that piles tend to accumulate and figure out how to organize them. Is your kitchen counter covered in papers? You could set a pretty basket or letter tray on the counter to catch it all. Or, better yet, try this fun filing system to get your papers in order now and make them easier to sort in the future. (Or try this idea, or this one, or this one, or this one). Give everyone a laundry sorter to get clothes off the floor. Or put a "donations" basket in each closet to catch outgrown/unwanted items. Rethink the toy storage, go through the junk drawer - whatever area of your home is doing the most damage to your peace of mind - carve out a few minutes a day and chip away at it until you've got it squared away. Need some inspiration? Pinterest is a godsend.
2) Make a plan. Remember that journal you supposedly kept all week? Now is the time to go back through your entries and formulate a plan of attack. Scout out all the bad habits and come up with ideas for fixing them. (Ate a ton of chocolate every single day? Keep it in the freezer. Didn't work out once? Make a jogging date with a friend). You get the idea. Then look for the stuff that worked, the good habits you want to keep - and make sure you keep doing them. Keep going for that after-dinner walk. Keep adding an extra vegetable at dinner. Keep going to bed 30 minutes earlier. Whatever makes you feel healthy and happy and good about yourself - focus your energy on that. Whatever is bringing you down - figure out how to cut it out.
So - that's it :) Are you ready? I am! Of course, I'd be a lot more ready if I didn't see piles that need de-cluttering everywhere I turned my head...babysteps, right!? Thanks for joining me on this journey - and remember - if you follow along and post on your progress every week, you're in the running for a fun fun prize! Woohoo!
If you want to join us in our little FB group that we created just for tracking our stats and cheering each other on - come join up here.
Oh, and here are this week's stats:
Weight: 122
Days I ate junk:6
Days I worked out: 0
Well - that's a little progress I guess. 10 more weeks!!
In other news, I have felt a very strong calling to start working out more. I've had a lot of health issues (exhaustion, moodiness, sadness, etc etc) that I keep asking my doctors about and they keep on telling me everything is normal. Well, I feel like the Lord is finally getting through my thick skull telling me that many of my problems will get better if I just get my bum in gear and exercise! Which is really really hard to do when I'm just so tired because I got so little sleep last night because I was just so restless. But, in theory, the more I work out, the better I'll sleep, the more rested I'll be, the more I can work out, etc etc etc. And it's a great mood booster - I know this from the few times I've done it before. I just have to suck it up and do it! So, here we go. I'm hoping that I can squeeze in a nap and some eliptical time today, but if that plan fails I'm totally hauling my hand weights upstairs, turning on the Bob The Builder soundtrack, and busting a move with my toddlers after nap time. Because, frankly, they could use a little more movement to get the afternoon ants out of their pants, too. Wish me luck, I'm a slug by nature and a terrible time manager so this will be a big challenge. But God told me to, so I will. Right.
That's all she wrote.
So how did you do? I'll be honest - I didn't get a whole lot of recording done. But I did make sure to pay closer attention to some of the things I was feeling about working out (or my lack thereof) and the way certain things I ate made me feel. I'm going to site getting a stomach bug as my excuse for having a really unsuccessful week - but really, I was just lazy. I'll get better about it this week. Ready for the next step?
Week 2: Declutter and Make a Plan
This week we have a 2 part challenge:
1) De-clutter your space - find the places in your house that piles tend to accumulate and figure out how to organize them. Is your kitchen counter covered in papers? You could set a pretty basket or letter tray on the counter to catch it all. Or, better yet, try this fun filing system to get your papers in order now and make them easier to sort in the future. (Or try this idea, or this one, or this one, or this one). Give everyone a laundry sorter to get clothes off the floor. Or put a "donations" basket in each closet to catch outgrown/unwanted items. Rethink the toy storage, go through the junk drawer - whatever area of your home is doing the most damage to your peace of mind - carve out a few minutes a day and chip away at it until you've got it squared away. Need some inspiration? Pinterest is a godsend.
2) Make a plan. Remember that journal you supposedly kept all week? Now is the time to go back through your entries and formulate a plan of attack. Scout out all the bad habits and come up with ideas for fixing them. (Ate a ton of chocolate every single day? Keep it in the freezer. Didn't work out once? Make a jogging date with a friend). You get the idea. Then look for the stuff that worked, the good habits you want to keep - and make sure you keep doing them. Keep going for that after-dinner walk. Keep adding an extra vegetable at dinner. Keep going to bed 30 minutes earlier. Whatever makes you feel healthy and happy and good about yourself - focus your energy on that. Whatever is bringing you down - figure out how to cut it out.
So - that's it :) Are you ready? I am! Of course, I'd be a lot more ready if I didn't see piles that need de-cluttering everywhere I turned my head...babysteps, right!? Thanks for joining me on this journey - and remember - if you follow along and post on your progress every week, you're in the running for a fun fun prize! Woohoo!
If you want to join us in our little FB group that we created just for tracking our stats and cheering each other on - come join up here.
Oh, and here are this week's stats:
Weight: 122
Days I ate junk:6
Days I worked out: 0
Well - that's a little progress I guess. 10 more weeks!!
In other news, I have felt a very strong calling to start working out more. I've had a lot of health issues (exhaustion, moodiness, sadness, etc etc) that I keep asking my doctors about and they keep on telling me everything is normal. Well, I feel like the Lord is finally getting through my thick skull telling me that many of my problems will get better if I just get my bum in gear and exercise! Which is really really hard to do when I'm just so tired because I got so little sleep last night because I was just so restless. But, in theory, the more I work out, the better I'll sleep, the more rested I'll be, the more I can work out, etc etc etc. And it's a great mood booster - I know this from the few times I've done it before. I just have to suck it up and do it! So, here we go. I'm hoping that I can squeeze in a nap and some eliptical time today, but if that plan fails I'm totally hauling my hand weights upstairs, turning on the Bob The Builder soundtrack, and busting a move with my toddlers after nap time. Because, frankly, they could use a little more movement to get the afternoon ants out of their pants, too. Wish me luck, I'm a slug by nature and a terrible time manager so this will be a big challenge. But God told me to, so I will. Right.
That's all she wrote.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
12 Week Makeover
So who's up for a 12 week health makeover? Want to join me? I'm following the All You magazine 2012 12 week health challenge and I'll be docummenting it here. So, what are we up to this week?
Week 1: Get a journal
Seems easy enough, right? Find a notebook, pretty journal or blank wordprocessing document and start writing. Write down:
And so that I'm accountable, here are my starting stats:
Weight - 122
Days I eat junk - 7
Days I work out - 0
Well - it can only get better from here, right? So - will you join me?
p.s. - there might be a little *ahem* prize involved for one (or several) of you who do this with me and comment with your progress every week - just sayin'
Week 1: Get a journal
Seems easy enough, right? Find a notebook, pretty journal or blank wordprocessing document and start writing. Write down:
- Everything you eat (yes, breakfast, lunch, dinner and any random grazing - every bite!)
- All your exercising (even if you just write "had a dance party in the living room with the kids")
- How you felt when you ate or exercised (I was bored so I ate some chocolate. I ran a mile and felt a total high.)
And so that I'm accountable, here are my starting stats:
Weight - 122
Days I eat junk - 7
Days I work out - 0
Well - it can only get better from here, right? So - will you join me?
p.s. - there might be a little *ahem* prize involved for one (or several) of you who do this with me and comment with your progress every week - just sayin'
Monday, January 16, 2012
Loving The Shape I've Got
I've been thinking a lot lately about getting 'in shape.' It's the new year with new goals and I'm thinking ahead to swimsuit season. Sure, I'd love to have a swimsuit body by July. That's the ideal. But this morning, it dawned on me how much I like the shape I've already got.
Here are a few reasons why it's nice to have a little extra 'meat on the bones':
1) Ample hips are great for toting babies. Or, as I did this morning, toting a baby and a toddler at the same time. While chasing after the preschooler. What would I have done without the great baby-shelf?
2) Men (apparently) like curves. At least, that's what my husband claims. And lots of women's magazines claim. I'd like to believe they're telling us the truth.
3) In an apocalyptic situation, I'd last a little longer than the waif-thin models. When food is scarce, the body uses your extra fat. So, it's not really fat - it's zombie insurance ;)
4) I have extra padding for the inevitable jabs and kicks and other abuse I take from three rambunctious small kids. I can't imagine how bruised I'd be if I still had visible ribs and hip-bones. Ouch!
5) When I'm hungry, I'm not happy. When I'm happy, I'm more beautiful. I like to believe that you can hide a lot of love-handles behind a killer smile.
That's it for now. What are some things that you love about your shape?
Here are a few reasons why it's nice to have a little extra 'meat on the bones':
1) Ample hips are great for toting babies. Or, as I did this morning, toting a baby and a toddler at the same time. While chasing after the preschooler. What would I have done without the great baby-shelf?
2) Men (apparently) like curves. At least, that's what my husband claims. And lots of women's magazines claim. I'd like to believe they're telling us the truth.
3) In an apocalyptic situation, I'd last a little longer than the waif-thin models. When food is scarce, the body uses your extra fat. So, it's not really fat - it's zombie insurance ;)
4) I have extra padding for the inevitable jabs and kicks and other abuse I take from three rambunctious small kids. I can't imagine how bruised I'd be if I still had visible ribs and hip-bones. Ouch!
5) When I'm hungry, I'm not happy. When I'm happy, I'm more beautiful. I like to believe that you can hide a lot of love-handles behind a killer smile.
That's it for now. What are some things that you love about your shape?
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Checking In On The Goals
So, we're a few days into 2012 and I thought I'd check in to see how things are going with the goals. Here's a rundown of my year thusfar:
1) Make an effort with my appearance. In general, so far so good. Yes, I did wear pajamas home from the airport, but I got there at 4:30 am! And yes, I did wear yoga pants yesterday, but it was the last day of 'vacation' before activities started up again. Today, I made sure to wear my skinny jeans, a cute sweater, my usual jewelry and my favorite boots. I feel good, even if the only people who will see me all day (other than family) are the folks at the post office. And that was the point entirely.
2) I will work out every day even if I only do 20 situps. um--- haha this hasn't happened at all yet. Well, Monday we took a mile long walk along the nature trail - I guess that counts. Especially since I was toting a 4 year old for half of the walk. I'm really hoping to at least do my situps today. But somehow I'm so exhausted at nap time I barely get in my 'busywork' before passing out let alone a workout. Ah well - room to grow.
3) Eat a healthy diet 5 days a week. Hit and miss. I've been planning really healthy, veggie-filled meals. I gobbled up a HUGE plate of veggies and hummus at lunch today. Unfortunately, I still have a ton of leftover snacks and sweets from the holiday in my pantry. I can't seem to make myself part with them, so my next best solution has been trying to eat them all up as quickly as possible and then attempt not to acquire any more. We'll see how that goes. In the meantime, I also bought a couple new "clean eating" cooking magazines and I'm really excited about some of the recipes I've found - so at least healthy meal planning will be fun :)
4) Get up at 6:30. The weekend was a mess, but we were recovering from travel. Yesterday, I slept in until 7 (we were up till nearly midnight the night before). BUT the kids slept until 9 so I still managed to finish all my blogging and get ready and even relax on the couch with one of those cooking magazines for a bit before I had to make breakfast. Today I almost made it, but then I spent too long on the computer so the morning was still a rush. Tomorrow, I will be awake at 6:30 and upstairs making toast by 7:30. Yes I will.
5) I will make quiet-hour shorter. Big fail. I feel like I'm way behind in playing catchup with blog stuff and store stuff and all the people I have to call about appointments and all the cleaning I want to get done and getting up earlier means I definitely have to nap or I'll be a total pumpkin by dinnertime. Whew. But I'm working on it. My piles of to-dos are slowly getting smaller, and I'm trying really hard to get to bed earlier. So hopefully in a week or so quiet hour will be more like an actual hour. We shall see.
6) Spend less time on the computer. um, nope. I've been madly rushing to catch up on my blogs and put things in my shops and list things on craigslist to sell and then I get caught up in filling out giveaways and chatting and.....Oops. I have been leaving the computer downstairs and it's been a huge change for the better. More time with my kids and I'm getting things slowly organized - it's really nice. I'm just wasting a LOT of time at naptime and in the morning still, so I need tow work on that.
7) Keep a tidier, cleaner house. Getting there. I'm in the "things look worse while I'm making them better" stage. I'm totally redoing my filing system, which means I have notebooks and piles of papers everywhere - but it should be easier to file the papers that tend to pile up when I'm done. Next, linen closet. Getting a 'real' toy box for the kids tomorrow so we have one big place to corral all the stray toys. Moved H's clothes from his closet to his dresser so they're easier to put away. I'm making progress. My main goal is to streamline things enough that it's easier to keep things clean once I get them there. Even if it means making a bigger mess in the process.
So that's where I am. It's a process. These are goals. I'll get there. It's good to check in now and then to keep track, though :)
1) Make an effort with my appearance. In general, so far so good. Yes, I did wear pajamas home from the airport, but I got there at 4:30 am! And yes, I did wear yoga pants yesterday, but it was the last day of 'vacation' before activities started up again. Today, I made sure to wear my skinny jeans, a cute sweater, my usual jewelry and my favorite boots. I feel good, even if the only people who will see me all day (other than family) are the folks at the post office. And that was the point entirely.
2) I will work out every day even if I only do 20 situps. um--- haha this hasn't happened at all yet. Well, Monday we took a mile long walk along the nature trail - I guess that counts. Especially since I was toting a 4 year old for half of the walk. I'm really hoping to at least do my situps today. But somehow I'm so exhausted at nap time I barely get in my 'busywork' before passing out let alone a workout. Ah well - room to grow.
3) Eat a healthy diet 5 days a week. Hit and miss. I've been planning really healthy, veggie-filled meals. I gobbled up a HUGE plate of veggies and hummus at lunch today. Unfortunately, I still have a ton of leftover snacks and sweets from the holiday in my pantry. I can't seem to make myself part with them, so my next best solution has been trying to eat them all up as quickly as possible and then attempt not to acquire any more. We'll see how that goes. In the meantime, I also bought a couple new "clean eating" cooking magazines and I'm really excited about some of the recipes I've found - so at least healthy meal planning will be fun :)
4) Get up at 6:30. The weekend was a mess, but we were recovering from travel. Yesterday, I slept in until 7 (we were up till nearly midnight the night before). BUT the kids slept until 9 so I still managed to finish all my blogging and get ready and even relax on the couch with one of those cooking magazines for a bit before I had to make breakfast. Today I almost made it, but then I spent too long on the computer so the morning was still a rush. Tomorrow, I will be awake at 6:30 and upstairs making toast by 7:30. Yes I will.
5) I will make quiet-hour shorter. Big fail. I feel like I'm way behind in playing catchup with blog stuff and store stuff and all the people I have to call about appointments and all the cleaning I want to get done and getting up earlier means I definitely have to nap or I'll be a total pumpkin by dinnertime. Whew. But I'm working on it. My piles of to-dos are slowly getting smaller, and I'm trying really hard to get to bed earlier. So hopefully in a week or so quiet hour will be more like an actual hour. We shall see.
6) Spend less time on the computer. um, nope. I've been madly rushing to catch up on my blogs and put things in my shops and list things on craigslist to sell and then I get caught up in filling out giveaways and chatting and.....Oops. I have been leaving the computer downstairs and it's been a huge change for the better. More time with my kids and I'm getting things slowly organized - it's really nice. I'm just wasting a LOT of time at naptime and in the morning still, so I need tow work on that.
7) Keep a tidier, cleaner house. Getting there. I'm in the "things look worse while I'm making them better" stage. I'm totally redoing my filing system, which means I have notebooks and piles of papers everywhere - but it should be easier to file the papers that tend to pile up when I'm done. Next, linen closet. Getting a 'real' toy box for the kids tomorrow so we have one big place to corral all the stray toys. Moved H's clothes from his closet to his dresser so they're easier to put away. I'm making progress. My main goal is to streamline things enough that it's easier to keep things clean once I get them there. Even if it means making a bigger mess in the process.
So that's where I am. It's a process. These are goals. I'll get there. It's good to check in now and then to keep track, though :)
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