What the hell???
For the past few weeks I have been back on plan. I've been getting back to a regular workout routine (including running- YAY!). But I'm STUCK at 142. What. The. Hell.
I feel like this maintenance business is some fragile balancing act that will shatter at my feet with the soft touch of a bagel. There must be some component in there I'm not realizing.
i've also decided that, dammit, I'm going to be what I like to call "firm skinny" for my wedding. It takes a lot of work and a lot of strength, but I've gotten by with this superficial and unnecessary layer of flab that weighs about 10-15 pounds. I am content in my normal, every day life between 135 and 140, but there is nothing "everyday" about one's wedding. And this dress will sprout back fat faster than you can say yes to a second helping.
So in accomplishing firm skinny, I'm going to take this verrrrrrrry slow. I seriously woke up one morning and had lost 30 pounds. My body just decided one day that it had had enough. I was able, with complete focus and commitment, to put my life on a relative hold and work my ass off for the remaining 50+ pounds. And because I was so good at it, it didn't take me more than 5 months. I didn't hit major plateaus. I didn't have a bad weekend. Nothing.
This time I'm going to go a different route. I will pace myself through these holidays because routine and consistancy (especially with exercise) is the keeper of my sanity. And I've learned these past few months just how important exercise is. So, sticking to the plan it is. No freaking out over a beer. No excuses for not working out.
I had my first experience at PF Changs over the weekend. It's common knowledge that the Buddha's Feast is the healthy choice on the menu, so I orderd it. I learned that this is compeltely pointless because by default you are required by law to try everything else.
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Funny story today: I was at the lightrail stop downtown today waiting for my train. it's a busy intersection and great for people watching. This man of a "special" disposition if you know what I mean walks by me. Suddenly, he stops, bends over, picks up a Cheeto off the ground and EATS IT.
the kicker: he was holding in his hand an unopened bag of Cheetos.
Again, I ask, what the hell.
I feel like this maintenance business is some fragile balancing act that will shatter at my feet with the soft touch of a bagel. There must be some component in there I'm not realizing.
i've also decided that, dammit, I'm going to be what I like to call "firm skinny" for my wedding. It takes a lot of work and a lot of strength, but I've gotten by with this superficial and unnecessary layer of flab that weighs about 10-15 pounds. I am content in my normal, every day life between 135 and 140, but there is nothing "everyday" about one's wedding. And this dress will sprout back fat faster than you can say yes to a second helping.
So in accomplishing firm skinny, I'm going to take this verrrrrrrry slow. I seriously woke up one morning and had lost 30 pounds. My body just decided one day that it had had enough. I was able, with complete focus and commitment, to put my life on a relative hold and work my ass off for the remaining 50+ pounds. And because I was so good at it, it didn't take me more than 5 months. I didn't hit major plateaus. I didn't have a bad weekend. Nothing.
This time I'm going to go a different route. I will pace myself through these holidays because routine and consistancy (especially with exercise) is the keeper of my sanity. And I've learned these past few months just how important exercise is. So, sticking to the plan it is. No freaking out over a beer. No excuses for not working out.
I had my first experience at PF Changs over the weekend. It's common knowledge that the Buddha's Feast is the healthy choice on the menu, so I orderd it. I learned that this is compeltely pointless because by default you are required by law to try everything else.
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Funny story today: I was at the lightrail stop downtown today waiting for my train. it's a busy intersection and great for people watching. This man of a "special" disposition if you know what I mean walks by me. Suddenly, he stops, bends over, picks up a Cheeto off the ground and EATS IT.
the kicker: he was holding in his hand an unopened bag of Cheetos.
Again, I ask, what the hell.
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