A loss is a loss

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.


Four flights and puffing

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 and I liked it

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.

Spaghetti dinner, hold the spaghetti

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.