So after a week and a half of exercising my ass off three times a week I was down two pounds. Yay me? I know any loss is better than a gain, but I was really hoping that I’d be down more than I am. And since I basically went from couch potato to working out hard for at least an hour three times a week, I’m assuming my eating habits are screwing me up.
As you know from previous posts, I have been trying for more than a year now to stick to primal eating. I’ve come to the realization that it just isn’t for me. Neither is severe low-carb. As soon as you slap down a long list in front of me of all the stuff I can’t eat I cranky and anxious.
I looked up some calorie counting sites and the math to just figure out how many calories I should be eating daily gave me a migraine. That’s when the hubs suggested Weight Watchers.
I was on Weight Watcher a couple of years ago and was seeing decent results even without exercising. I had to stop because of money issues. So, I’m heading in later today to talk to them and probably sign up.
Yeah, I have no will power. What can I say? The good thing is a free day now is less food and less junk than how we used to eat all the frigging time before.
I had to climb four flights of stairs today. It just about KILLED me. I mean, seriously. There was was huffing and puffing and coughing and sweating and sore legs. FOUR FUCKING FLIGHTS. That’s how out of shape I am. But I’m hoping that’ll change. I am on my way to a new-to-me exercise class that’s part of a six week fitness/healthy life/get less fat challenge I’m taking. I think the competition and also support system will help me actually stick to an exercise regime. Because even when I was somewhat skinny in my teens I was never fit. Skinny and healthy? They don’t always go hand in hand.
I licked a roll this morning. Yeah, I did. Remember that spaghetti dinner I was telling you guys about? Well, there were a lot of rolls left over. I have ducks. So I took home some rolls for them. This morning when I woke up and went to let the duckers out in the yard for the day, I brought them down some rolls. Some crusty on the outside, soft and gooshy on the inside rolls.
So, yeah, I licked one. Fuck, at least I didn’t eat it.
I fell off the exercise part for a few days and I can see now how that would normally lead me to fall off the eating portion too. I’ll be doing some resistance band exercises from youtube after work today and I’ll post the ones I do on here.
So, I volunteer with ARC, our local GLBQT group here on the Island. And Sunday we held a community spaghetti dinner. Spaghetti, Caesar salad, a roll and dessert. Yummy, eh? And since I was volunteering to set up, serve and clean up, my dinner was free. And, to make things even better, only a handful of people showed up, which meant there was a shit ton of food left over.
Normally, I would have dug into the spaghetti, scarfed down a couple of rolls and hoed into the desserts, telling myself that it was a special occasion, that I deserved the treat, that because I didn’t eat a lot all day it would be fine. But this time I didn’t. Instead I had a bowl of spaghetti sauce and a salad. Oh, and I had three croutons. Compared to what I normally would have put away, not too frigging bad.
So here it is, my first picture. I really like this dress because of the retro feel to it. What I don’t like is how it shows off my every roll yet still manages to kinda hang off of me. An interesting combination that makes it look extra-special shitty.