So far, this has been a failure of a diet/work-out plan. I’ve been doing my Shakeology, sure, but not everyday. I haven’t been going to boxing or running. I’ve been busy and lazy and I feel like crap about it. I only have 160 days until my wedding (or something like that) and I don’t have much time. If I want to lose weight, I have to do it now. But food is just so good! Agh. It doesn’t help that my back is trying to go out. Keeps spasming. Running and boxing would help it, but it’s so freaking cold out! And it’s a 22-minute drive just to get to boxing. And I need to be working. And gah. Life. I know this is a short post, but I just needed to hate myself for a minute. No, it’s not a healthy way to feel, but sometimes we do. We hate ourselves. I need to feel more…motivated. More determined and excited. I don’t want to dread the dieting and hard work that goes into losing weight. But I do. I dread it. I’d rather eat junk food and sleep and lounge about the house. But I can’t. Okay rant done. I know this was just me complaining. I apologize for that.
So my vanilla Shakeology came today. I’m kind of excited. I had a shake for lunch: one scoop of powder and 8 oz. of Chocolate Silk Almond (Light) and it was pretty dang yummy. I think for dinner I’ll blend in a banana.
What’s really nice about Shakeology is how quick it is to make, but also that in every serving I get all of my veggie/fruit nutrients for the day. Of course I’ll still try to eat some peas and carrots and apples, etc. but it’s nice knowing my picky-eater tendencies can be made up for so easily.
So that’s Day One. I weighed myself this morning: 209.8. I’m over my cold so tomorrow I’m going to my boxing class.
This is my plan for Week One workouts:
-At least two miles jogging (every day)
-50 squats (MWF)
-50 lunges (all together, not per leg) (MWF )
-30 tricep curls (STuTh)
-10 minutes of planks throughout workout (STuTh)
-various ab workouts equaling 100 crunches (or leg raises, etc.) (STuTh)
We’ll see how that goes and I’ll weigh myself again next Wednesday and see where I stand. I think Wednesdays will be my weekly blog.
If you want to join me on this quest, let me know. We’ll start a support group. Seriously, people being there for you makes things so much more rewarding. A little competition is good for you!
Wish me luck!
As I mentioned in my last post, I’ve been trying to lose weight with little success. Nearly 20 pounds shouldn’t be considered a small success, but since I got stuck there, and gained a few lbs. back, it’s not exactly a victory.
I’ve noticed that I can go on a diet, lost weight, maybe 10-15 pounds, but then I plateau. Maybe my success will come from shaking things up. I lost 19 pounds with Weight Watchers before I stopped seeing results. I wasn’t really exercising enough, which is probably one of my biggest problems. I hit 206.
Five months later, I was at 211.
Then I started running, but I wasn’t eating right.
I got to 205.5.
Then it got cold.
Now, I’m back at 210ish.
A few years ago, I had a little success with Shakeology. I’m trying that again. The meal replacement should be here by Thursday, so we’ll see how that goes.
Currently, I’m getting over a cold, which is just a lame excuse, I know, but I plan on getting back to running on stupid treadmills soon. I also have a boxing class that I love, but it’s 20 minutes away so that’s a big chunk of my day to drive there and back. I don’t go enough, even though it’s exactly what I need.
Anyway, this is where I stand now. I’m just afraid I’ll lose my motivation to get where I’m going. If anyone reads this who can relate, let’s talk. Leave a comment and we can support each other on our delta quests.
My name is Molly. I’m fat. I’ve always been fat, or at least a little chubby. My problems started young. I have three older brothers, who ate anything. When I came around, my mom didn’t know how to force a kid to eat their vegetables. I didn’t want to, so I didn’t. I lived on powder yellow gatorade, or “wawa” as I called it. I would scream for that stuff if Mom tried to make me drink water. That was bad.
I was an adorable kid, and I ran around with my brothers playing outside. I was fast, too. That kept me under control, weight wise. But when I hit 4th grade, I had a problem with my knees called Osgood-Schlatter Disease. It was a painful growth at the top of my shin, and for a year, I wasn’t allowed to participate in gym. By the end of that year, I couldn’t run anymore. My asthma had revealed itself in full force, I had gained weight, and I didn’t take care of myself. It started getting worse as I got older.
By high school, I was 5’8 and at about 190. By the time I graduated, I’d hit 200. By the end of college, I was nearly 225. Now I’ve tried to lose weight. I work out, I go on diets. Nothing seems to work. The spring of 2014 I joined Weight Watchers. I got down to 206, and then nothing. I stayed right there. I quit Weight Watchers, and right now I’m at about 210, so at least I didn’t really gain the weight back. But I’m stuck. I’m getting married in June and I want to be in a size 10 dress, not 14. Two dress sizes. That’s my goal. Ultimately I’d like to get to a 6, but that’s probably just a dream. Healthy. That’s the real goal. That’s my delta quest.
Do you know much about “delta”? Probably not. It’s the fourth letter in the Greek alphabet. It’s used a lot in math (yes, I’m a math nerd) and it’s a symbol for change, or difference. I’m looking to make a change. I’m on a quest for it, in fact.
I work from home, so I don’t get a lot of exercise. That’s going to change, very soon.
So that’s my story, but really, it’s just beginning.