Well, I didn't exactly stick to my diet yesterday. But I did do pretty well, especially considering it was our co-op's Mom's Christmas Party last night. Lots of yummy food and alcohol to tempt me. Don't get me wrong; I definitely blew the diet. Big time. But not as badly as I usually do. And as someone always looking for the silver lining, I'm holding on to that thought.
I didn't exercise yesterday, nor did I get up early to run today (I was at a party last night, remember?). But now the exercise mat and the handweights are out, so I've made progress, right? RIGHT?!
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Thursday, December 20, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Resolution
The hell with New Year's. The hell with starting on Monday. I'm going on a diet now -- today, this moment. I mean it this time!
A few years ago I joined a gym, stuck to a diet/fitness routine, and lost about 20 pounds. More importantly, I felt terrific. I never quite reached my goal, but I felt hot.
Then I gained about 8 pounds last holiday season, fell out of my routine, and eventually had to quit the gym. As a result, those 8 pounds? They're still with me. A year later, and I've not shed one damn pound!
Now, I know I'm thinner than a lot of moms, and many people would say, "Shut up, bitch" if they heard me complaining. But we all have body-image issues, right? I'm frustrated: I never made it to my goal in the first place, plus I feel like crap now. I'm frustrated because I know I can do it, since I've done it before. I'm mad at myself for slacking off.
And you know, I'm not getting any younger. If I want to have any chance of being a MILF, I've got to act now! Regardless of how I looked when I was exercising, I felt great; I miss that feeling. I'm probably close to the same size as I used to be, but that's not what it's about. It's about feeling saggy and sloppy and lethargic and old, when I know how to feel strong and sexy and young.
So, beginning today -- right now -- I'm back on the old routine. I might not have my beloved elliptical machine (though I'd take one off of anyone's hands!), but I've got handweights and an exercise band and FitTV and sneakers. I'm cutting back on carbs (which is the vast majority of what I eat), writing down every bite, taste, and lick, and counting my points.
I'm losing 5 pounds by Christmas no matter how little I feel like getting off the sofa. I will not wait for Monday or New Year's or any other date in the future. I'm taking action NOW, dammit.
So far today: I put on my jeans and they're tight. Ugh. Ate one egg (fries with spray, not butter or margarine). Drank a pot of coffee. Any diet that cuts caffeine is quack science, IMHO. I haven't exercised yet, but my foam mat is out and ready for me. It's been out for 2 weeks now, but let's ignore that fact.
I'd say so far, so good. Eight-thirty and only 2 points. I'll let you know how things look at eight-thirty tonight.
Who's with me?
A few years ago I joined a gym, stuck to a diet/fitness routine, and lost about 20 pounds. More importantly, I felt terrific. I never quite reached my goal, but I felt hot.
Then I gained about 8 pounds last holiday season, fell out of my routine, and eventually had to quit the gym. As a result, those 8 pounds? They're still with me. A year later, and I've not shed one damn pound!
Now, I know I'm thinner than a lot of moms, and many people would say, "Shut up, bitch" if they heard me complaining. But we all have body-image issues, right? I'm frustrated: I never made it to my goal in the first place, plus I feel like crap now. I'm frustrated because I know I can do it, since I've done it before. I'm mad at myself for slacking off.
And you know, I'm not getting any younger. If I want to have any chance of being a MILF, I've got to act now! Regardless of how I looked when I was exercising, I felt great; I miss that feeling. I'm probably close to the same size as I used to be, but that's not what it's about. It's about feeling saggy and sloppy and lethargic and old, when I know how to feel strong and sexy and young.
So, beginning today -- right now -- I'm back on the old routine. I might not have my beloved elliptical machine (though I'd take one off of anyone's hands!), but I've got handweights and an exercise band and FitTV and sneakers. I'm cutting back on carbs (which is the vast majority of what I eat), writing down every bite, taste, and lick, and counting my points.
I'm losing 5 pounds by Christmas no matter how little I feel like getting off the sofa. I will not wait for Monday or New Year's or any other date in the future. I'm taking action NOW, dammit.
So far today: I put on my jeans and they're tight. Ugh. Ate one egg (fries with spray, not butter or margarine). Drank a pot of coffee. Any diet that cuts caffeine is quack science, IMHO. I haven't exercised yet, but my foam mat is out and ready for me. It's been out for 2 weeks now, but let's ignore that fact.
I'd say so far, so good. Eight-thirty and only 2 points. I'll let you know how things look at eight-thirty tonight.
Who's with me?
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Call the Optometrist
Aengus and I were watching the Transformers movie the other day. Again. It's a really good movie, but I've seen it enough, thank you.
Now, Aengus is a tough little guy. He rarely cries, unless he's really hurt. Every now and then he'll get upset enough, though, that he has an episode of what he calls his "eye problem." This is when his eyes "inexplicably" tear up, even though he's just fine.
"I don't know why my eyes do that, Mom. They just do. It's not like I'm crying or anything."
Yeah, ok, tough guy. Whatever.
So we're watching this movie, and at the point when Aengus's favorite guy (Bumblebee) is taken down, Aengus usually turns away or leaves the room or is suddenly very interested in whatever happens to be in his hands. It's a sad scene, done in slo-mo with mournful music. But he's a robot, for chrissake.
This time, Aengus stays on the sofa, watching intently as Bumblebee fights for his life. He catches me watching him wiping his eyes and says, "It's my eye problem again."
"It sure is sad when Bumblebee gets caught, isn't it?"
"Yeah. But he doesn't die, at least."
"If a person felt sad enough to cry about it, though, that would be OK. In fact, the director would be happy about that, since that is what he's trying to do: get you so involved in the movie that it really touches you."
"Yeah. But I don't cry. I just have this eye problem."
Sigh. Where did this kid come from?
Now, Aengus is a tough little guy. He rarely cries, unless he's really hurt. Every now and then he'll get upset enough, though, that he has an episode of what he calls his "eye problem." This is when his eyes "inexplicably" tear up, even though he's just fine.
"I don't know why my eyes do that, Mom. They just do. It's not like I'm crying or anything."
Yeah, ok, tough guy. Whatever.
So we're watching this movie, and at the point when Aengus's favorite guy (Bumblebee) is taken down, Aengus usually turns away or leaves the room or is suddenly very interested in whatever happens to be in his hands. It's a sad scene, done in slo-mo with mournful music. But he's a robot, for chrissake.
This time, Aengus stays on the sofa, watching intently as Bumblebee fights for his life. He catches me watching him wiping his eyes and says, "It's my eye problem again."
"It sure is sad when Bumblebee gets caught, isn't it?"
"Yeah. But he doesn't die, at least."
"If a person felt sad enough to cry about it, though, that would be OK. In fact, the director would be happy about that, since that is what he's trying to do: get you so involved in the movie that it really touches you."
"Yeah. But I don't cry. I just have this eye problem."
Sigh. Where did this kid come from?
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