Long Weekend.

I have spent a long weekend in my kitchen and I am one tired lady.  I did not eat well.  That is mainly because I was making candy all weekend, and I didn't feel like making dinner due to all of the candy making.  We ended up eating out more than I would have liked.

You have probably noticed that I am not posting every day lately.  I just don't feel that I have anything new to say on a daily basis.  I am going to continue posting, but not every day.  I am still going to weigh in on the first of every month.

We hit 80 degrees today.  Yay!  Spring is finally here!

Fail.

Pizza for dinner.  End of story.

Cheesecake and Blue Jeans.

Will my arms be sore tomorrow?  When I lifted today, I increased from 10 pound dumbbells to 12 pound dumbbells.  I definitely felt more fatigued, but I'm not feeling sore yet.  It seems to take 36 hours to set in, so I guess I'll find out tomorrow.

Apparently, tomorrow is World Health Day.  My employer is on a big health kick right now, so they made sure to make us all aware of tomorrow's significance.  They are letting us wear jeans at the office to mark the occasion (among other things).  If wearing jeans is good for me, why can't I wear them every day?

I didn't eat anything "bad" today... until I finished dinner.  Last night after posting, I made two cheesecakes that will be converted to truffles this weekend.  I wanted to test my theory that a chocolate-coated, bite-size cheesecake would work as a truffle.  The theory has now been confirmed.  Go figure, chocolate-coated cheesecake is good.

More Vegetables, Please!

I hope you can sense my sarcasm.  I had a heaping plate of raw veggies for lunch and a heaping plate of stir fried veggies for dinner.  If I eat another carrot, I might turn orange.  I've decided not to eat anymore... until lunch time tomorrow.

I better than most days today.  Hopefully I can keep it up.

On Monday, I wore eight pound ankle weights during my entire leg workout for the first time.  Normally there is no one on the basketball court at the gym in the morning, so I've been using it when I work my legs.  So, picture me with ankle weights on and ten pound dumbbells on my shoulders pacing around the court doing various exercises.  (We're at 36 pounds of extra weight if you weren't counting.)  Lunges, squats, leg lifts, back kicks, front kicks... Now you understand why my glutes are sore today.

I worked my abs today.  50 crunches on a Bosu, 50 crunches with leg lifts on a Bosu, 50 "regular" crunches, 50 reverse crunches, a 30 second plank, and a 30 second plank on each side.  Are you starting to understand why this plateau is so frustrating?  I don't take a 2 minute break between exercises... I do these nearly continuously because I want to keep my heart rate up.  Of course, my muscles do need a little break sometimes.

Tomorrow is arm day.  I plan to step up from ten to twelve pound dumbbells.  We'll see how that goes...

Busy Day.

Chris and I normally do our grocery shopping on Sunday evening.  The grocery store is particularly busy at that time, so we decided to shake things up and go this evening instead.  By the time we ate dinner, did the shopping, got home, unloaded the groceries, and finished a few chores it was 8:30.  I go to bed at 10:00, so that leaves me with an hour and a half to relax.  Well, less than that because I've obligated myself to write in this blog every day and I don't consider this relaxation.

I don't know about you, but I can't just go, go, go and then immediately get in bed and fall asleep.  I need to wind down.  I'm not so sure that this Monday night shopping thing is going to work for me.

I realized yesterday that I never posted the payout amount for the weight loss challenge.  I probably forgot because it was a stinking $35.  I was hoping to at least double my money.  Oh well.  Now, I'm just hoping that I won't need to lose ten pounds when next January rolls around.

I wonder if other bloggers hear the "Doogie Howser, M.D." theme music when they write in their blogs at the end of the day.  Maybe it's just me because I'm a big "How I Met Your Mother" fan.

So Ashamed.

I worked so hard for about 75% of this month.  I was seeing major results on the scale at the gym.  Why then, am I only at 168 pounds on the scale in my house?

That's right, I'm officially five pounds behind schedule.  I've decided that killing myself for the whole month of April to catch up is probably not the answer.  I have 18 pounds left to lose by the end of June, so I have increased my monthly goal to 6 pounds.  Please remember my quest when you pray, meditate, cross your fingers, or whatever it is that you do.  If any of you have the power to melt fat with your mind, I could use some help.

I do have a concern.  I am trying really hard right now.  I'm eating great during the day, even if my dinners have been less than figure friendly.  What happens when I finally arrive at that magical number of 150 pounds?  I don't want to be on a diet forever.

I know, I am supposed to change my ways and create a new lifestyle.  "This isn't a diet, this is the way I am now.  I love non-starch vegetables and lean protein so much that I want to eat it for every meal for the rest of my life."  Please.  How boring is that?  I would be lying to myself.  I love pasta and bread.  I love fried food.  I love sausages and red meat.  I especially love sugar.  If I'm not eating these things, I'm on a f-ing diet.

I love making food and I love when I've made something so good that the person eating it can't help but smile.  I don't know anyone that smiles when they eat a plate of raw vegetables.  Who says, "Oh my God, these carrots are sooo good!"?

I guess the bright side is that eventually I'll get so sick of eating like a rabbit that I'll lose my appetite altogether.  That should result in some weight loss.  I've already had a few instances where I made dinner, usually when we have salads, and I look at the finished product and have no desire to eat it.  I guess I have to eat for sustenance, not enjoyment.

FML

Tomorrow, I Promise.

I know, I didn't weigh in yesterday.  It wasn't because I was avoiding anything.  Trust me, it isn't going to be good regardless of a few days.  I promise I'll do it tomorrow, I don't have time today... I'm running out the door now.