This isn't cute anymore:
I’m 31, the new 30 and I’m closer to my goal than when I started this blog. Now I’m trying to stay on the path that will get me healthy and on the other side of the clothing store. I’ve had my revenge moments and they felt great. Now I’m ready for more of those great moments, maybe this year I’ll propel down something, who knows. But I’m held back by 40 less things.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
It feels better than good, it feels right
It’s a little after 5 and I have a ton of work to do, but I want to get this posted first. I had a slimfast for breakfast because chewing was not going to happen, I think I slept on my face wrong and my jaw hurt. In reality my pain meds probably wore off and I felt my mouth more. Either way I was okay with slowly slipping 6 fat grams of chocolate royale. I avoided the candy table and moved one of the bowls to the kitchen, you know, share the wealth/girth. There was no mid morning snack, but there was some tea because I’m less likely to sweeten tea.
Then I heard the familiar jingle of my boss’s keys and way soon out the door to my gym. I switched the inserts from one pair of running shoes to another and now they both suck. I need new workout shoes. So I climb onto old faithful and start up the music. My goal is going to be to burn at least 500 calories. I fell short by 28 calories, see:
So I stretched and got back on for almost 3 more minutes to make my 500.
Crazy? Perhaps. Determined? Yes! I want my 500 calories. If I can eat my way up to 236 I can burn 28, well, 31 more calories.
I wanted to do some abs and I wanted to test myself so I did some renegade rows with 10 pound dumbbells. I did 20 sets of right push up left push up. I can do it on my knees and it still hurts, to do them, not my knees. Then I did 25 crunches, I’m not a fan of full on sit-ups and felt like a slacker so I made myself do some planks and not on my knee planks, forearm and toes planks. 20 seconds on the front, 10 on each side alternating 2 reps and then 20 on the front finishing up with 10 seconds of moving my legs in and out. a total of 70 seconds. Then I just did every stretch I could remember and then remembered flutter kicks and did a minute of those. Phew! I was all sweaty and ready for my shower. As I was leaving the lady who was busting her abs with an exercise ball and medicine ball said “good job out there, you’re strong!” I said thank you and said I would try her ab moves next. That compliment boosted my workout high.
I came back to the office and decided to chew because I was HUNGRY and that slimfast would be gone in a gulp. I swear it took me 3 hours to eat that kashi meal. The meal of the day was the coconut lemongrass chicken, quite nice and I always seem to put hot sauce on it, not sure why, it just smells like it should be there even though it’s fine without it.
I’ve since had a yogurt and a babybel light cheese and I’m feeling good about today. Dinner’s a bit tricky, I’m thinking about making mashed red potatoes with a light cream of broccoli soup as a substitute for milk and butter. That shouldn’t be too high in fat or calories, but carbs yes. I just want something substantial and creamy.
Oh as for my weight, the scale at the gym, the one I’ve been using says 228, how can there be an 8 pound difference? Does this ever happen to anyone else? Are scales like mirrors? Some are really nice while others can go fuck themselves?
Posted by Girlventures at 2:37 PM