Today's weight: 236.0 lbs.
Pounds needed to lose: 66.0 lbs.
Days left: 7 Months, 28 days
7:35 am --
Just finished my workout not even 10 minutes ago. I feel good, save for the fact that I didn't do all the ab workouts. I had a hard time doing the "Punch Crunches" and instead did "Knees up Crunches" to substitute. I'm going to make it my focus next week to work on being able to complete at least 10 "Punch Crunches". This week I'm focusing on making it through without cheating my way through. I'm off to go make breakfast.
Todays menu says: Eggs, toast and protein shake.
8:05 am --
Really? already? Sheesh! I just finished breakfast and guess what? I'm already getting heckled. "Tsk tsk! a shake for breakfast? well this won't last long!" from my mother. And "Hm. That's a small portion of bran." from my father. Yeah, they already said I have to "Eat with the family" because my dad's on vacation and it'd be nice to be together at the table. Bah! We'll see how lunch goes. I'm having my soup no matter what.
2:00 pm--
Ate my soup, drank my water, had my choice of sides. My lunch was delicious! the vegetable soup is filling AND low-cal and low-fat. It's a heart healthy recipe, I it got from Taste of Home magazine. I can already tell a difference in my mood and energy levels. Can't "weight" to check the scale tomorrow! ha ha ha ha!
9:32 pm--
Okay, for dinner I had half of a cheeseburger. Awesome. Only place I screwed up was dessert, I had the whole little cup of custard. Oh well. I did really well today. Time to go to sleep and get up at 6:30 am tomorrow and do my Tuesday workout which is a lot of Yoga. *yawn* Nightie night!
Sarah
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Monday, November 9, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Sweet Mammer Jammer! how'd it get to this?
So, some disappointing news is that, I've gone up 2 pounds. Some UN-disappointing news is I can tell it's muscle weight! Wanna know why I know?:
I've lost an inch out of my abs. And, my brother can punch me and I don't feel anything.
Pretty impressive, no? I also feel so friggin' sexy! I'm like, "Well, hello! Is your boyfriend here? too bad, 'cuz you're coming home with ME." to the mirror every morning. That's how I start my morning right. I also find myself striking poses that I normally wouldn't strike i.e. the classic pouty face look. I've shown that to SOO many people driving past me.
I hope I can get down to 220. Or at least 220-something. My ULTIMATE goal is : ~170~.
I'm currently at 233.0 lbs. So, I'm roughly 63 lbs. away from goal. That's really great considering I strarted this whole ordeal at 262.6 lbs. (Well, actually, the day I started my very first workout regimen I was 261.4)
Whenever I think of my journey to the ONE-derful ONE-derland, I imagine a rock climb downward. It's like, every rock (we'll use this as a metaphor for day) is a possibility I could slip. The safety gear I've got (i.e. diet and exercise 411) can save me but, what if I break it? I assume it would be on accident but, what if one day in a crazed sugar crash hysteria I end up holding up the local Dairy Queen and reverse all my good progress?
Oi. I hate not being able to cruise through life on auto-pilot. It's always a conscience decision.
Everytime in the grocery store, it's 5 minutes of reading labels like, "Okay, this one has 2 grams of fiber while this one has 5 but, it has 22 grams of sugar while the other one had 10." My gosh! If I die today my tombstones probably gonna read "Here lies Sarah, she tried calorie counting, carb watching, and the famed Hollywood Detox Diet...may she rest with Reeses Pieces".
Really, the way I feel constantly, if I could just get down to 195 I'd be happy. I'd just love to say 'one' and not 'two'. I have no idea way but, 'two' just sounds so nasty.
My size 16 pants are a symbol of hope to me. I haven't been a 16 since I was 12!! and now, I'm aiming for a size 12!! kooky I know!
Everytime I look at my old pants I wonder "How did I get so big and not realize it?" it's because I was in a small diabetic coma from all the chocolate I'd shoved down my hatch. People (friends and family) ask me all the time "How'd you get to be so heavy?" I usually respond "I don't know" because I'm trying to sound somewhat innocent but, the sad sad truth is I knew the whole time. Eating a double cheeseburger, snacking on some chips, even taking a small sip of soda, I knew I was only headed for disaster.
I'm just grateful I realized it before it got too out of hand.
But, I've gotta scoot. I've got to go to work now.
Sarah
I've lost an inch out of my abs. And, my brother can punch me and I don't feel anything.
Pretty impressive, no? I also feel so friggin' sexy! I'm like, "Well, hello! Is your boyfriend here? too bad, 'cuz you're coming home with ME." to the mirror every morning. That's how I start my morning right. I also find myself striking poses that I normally wouldn't strike i.e. the classic pouty face look. I've shown that to SOO many people driving past me.
I hope I can get down to 220. Or at least 220-something. My ULTIMATE goal is : ~170~.
I'm currently at 233.0 lbs. So, I'm roughly 63 lbs. away from goal. That's really great considering I strarted this whole ordeal at 262.6 lbs. (Well, actually, the day I started my very first workout regimen I was 261.4)
Whenever I think of my journey to the ONE-derful ONE-derland, I imagine a rock climb downward. It's like, every rock (we'll use this as a metaphor for day) is a possibility I could slip. The safety gear I've got (i.e. diet and exercise 411) can save me but, what if I break it? I assume it would be on accident but, what if one day in a crazed sugar crash hysteria I end up holding up the local Dairy Queen and reverse all my good progress?
Oi. I hate not being able to cruise through life on auto-pilot. It's always a conscience decision.
Everytime in the grocery store, it's 5 minutes of reading labels like, "Okay, this one has 2 grams of fiber while this one has 5 but, it has 22 grams of sugar while the other one had 10." My gosh! If I die today my tombstones probably gonna read "Here lies Sarah, she tried calorie counting, carb watching, and the famed Hollywood Detox Diet...may she rest with Reeses Pieces".
Really, the way I feel constantly, if I could just get down to 195 I'd be happy. I'd just love to say 'one' and not 'two'. I have no idea way but, 'two' just sounds so nasty.
My size 16 pants are a symbol of hope to me. I haven't been a 16 since I was 12!! and now, I'm aiming for a size 12!! kooky I know!
Everytime I look at my old pants I wonder "How did I get so big and not realize it?" it's because I was in a small diabetic coma from all the chocolate I'd shoved down my hatch. People (friends and family) ask me all the time "How'd you get to be so heavy?" I usually respond "I don't know" because I'm trying to sound somewhat innocent but, the sad sad truth is I knew the whole time. Eating a double cheeseburger, snacking on some chips, even taking a small sip of soda, I knew I was only headed for disaster.
I'm just grateful I realized it before it got too out of hand.
But, I've gotta scoot. I've got to go to work now.
Sarah
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