Motivation.

I started Isagenix today.  I was so gung ho and excited.  Until I drank the vanilla shake for breakfast.  It’s pretty nasty.  I’m hoping and PRAYING the chocolate shake is better tonight.  That being said, I  know we’re close to bathing suit season, so I need to get back in the saddle.  Finding my motivation is important.  I’ve been half decent about working out (okay, not the last two weeks), but eating is a struggle.  I’m hoping the Isagenix resets my nasty habits.  I don’t eat a ton, but I make AWFUL choices.  So…. insert motivation.Image

I found the next business opportunity.  Have a channel that plays in the gym or on a cable network where only motivational stuff that I’ve found on Pinterest is posted.  Because hell to the yeah I’d run a little faster, lift one more weight, and stay five extra minutes.  Sweating your ass off just walking on the treadmill?  No worries. 

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So, I’ll wait for Daddy to get home from work so I can sneak out to the gym for a bit.  This weight has to come off.  I’m officially ten lbs heavier than I was last summer.  Not good.  I wasn’t even happy with my weight last summer, so it’s just ten more pounds added to the pile.  I think I can, I think I can!

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Because this is my favorite motivation- who’s with me?

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Update… One Week In

So… I’m about one week in.  I’ve only had one day that was a complete fail.  I don’t really know why, but I just started the day wrong.  I left the house without even thinking about breakfast, which is weird for me, but it went downhill from there.  The upside is that I have been running like a maniac, and drinking a TON of water, so even though I feel full of water (and fat) all the time, I’m hoping that will come back in pounds lost.  I’ve already lost a few pounds of just the easy beginner’s luck.  I joined two Deitbets.  I’m nervous about that- they both have a lot of money to win if I meet my goal of 4% in the one month period. 

So the exercise has really started to fall into place.  The eating needs to be better managed.  I need to make better choices around my family.  When we’re out- it’s hard for me to order something healthy while everyone else is eating comfort food.  But a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, right?

So far, I’d say the best things to keep me on track are:

1. Nike Fuel Band– AMAZING device that keeps track of your fuel (basically a score), calories burned, steps and distance.  You can also compete with other friends who have the Fuel Band.  I set my goal, and I have already increased it once.  Now I’m hellbent on meeting my goal everyday (especially since I’m on a seven day streak!)  I may or may not have been so devoted that I offered to walk 10 blocks to the gym bar with friends last night instead of driving.  Wahoo!  And yes, please don’t ask why I went out to a bar- a girl’s gotta enjoy herself.  And I had Diet Coke.  With a litte Captain.

2.  A home gym.  GP has these grand plans of looking like this by summer every year:

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He’s a marketer’s dream.  Yes, I’m home now, I have time to work out, blah, blah, blah.  It works for a couple of weeks and he loses his 20 lbs and he’s done (yes, I hate that he can give up soda or look at a treadmill and lose 20 lbs).  This year, he decided to convert 1/2 our basement into a home gym.  We took an old tv and set it up and put carpet on our concrete floors.  It looks nice for a couple hours worth of manual labor.  Finished product:Image

Yes, I know it DOES need a treadmill.  PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE convince GP to buy me one!  Especially on nights like tonight when it’s 20 degrees outside and he’s watching football so I’m stuck at home with the kids!  I could do Tae Bo for the 1,000th time, but I’d rather run and watch mindless crappy tv! 

Anyway- the first week is going well.  I wish it would have gone better, but progress takes time. 

And So It Begins….

Last night we ordered Chinese.  Because it was the easiest, unhealthy thing I could think of to order takeout.  I ate some, but it wasn’t as good as I expected, so I didn’t gorge.  After we got the kids to bed, we watched Ted (HILARIOUS by the way- if you like crude humor), and then halfway through the movie, I figured what the hell, here’s only three hours of 2012 left.  I heated up a slice of margarita pizza and chowed down.  I should have topped it off with regular soda, but I opted for Diet Coke.

So this morning, I’m on my bandwagon- even with two sick kids.  I went to the grocery store this morning and dropped a pretty penny on healthy foods and fruits/veggies.  I’m ready to go.  I’ve also joined two dietbets and I’m hoping that dropping some coin will help me drop some lbs.  I went for a cold run yesterday and struggled to breathe in that arctic air, and I plan to do the same today- at least until GP agrees to buy me a treadmill or rejoin the Y!   Argh.  I figure one of those is cheaper than buying a new wardrobe, right?! 

Here we go girlfriends.  Let’s do this.

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New Years Resolutions…

Last year, I made several New Year’s Resolutions.  And like the rest of the United States of America- I failed pretty miserably.  I’d like to think I failed because I had too many resolutions, so it was hard to focus.

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The only plus side to this was that I stopped paying the bills because I told Husband that I would have a nervous breakdown if I had one more household responsibility.  I told him he would either need to start making dinner every night or pay the bills.  He quickly took hold of the checkbook, hoping he could reign in my mega trips to Target.

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So- that was really the only plus to 2012.  I certainly did not lose the baby weight- I’m almost the same exact number I was this time last year (mind you I had just had a 6 week old baby this time last year).  I didn’t take a photo every day (seriously- WTF was I thinking trying to keep up with this goal?).

My standards were way too high.  And Lord knows that I need an attainable goal.  That’s why this year, my goal is simple.  And very selfish.  Eh- whatever.  I just want to be really hot again.  Cause I look like a total case of Mom Jeans right now.  I realize that I have stretch marks and I’m not going to rock a bikini again until after I have my tummy tuck (don’t worry- my surgery will be scheduled as soon as that last baby pops out).  I realize that I’m older and genetics are not as easy to fight as they were four years ago.  But Jesus, how did I get this way?  Maybe it had something to do with the cookies, soda, fried food, ugh diet.  Yeah, that sucked.  As shallow as it sounds, I feel like if I lose some lbs, everything else will feel better.  I hate my job.  But if I’m skinny, I won’t hate it anymore, right?  I hate getting dressed.  But if I’m skinny, I won’t hate it anymore, right?  I hate going to the beach.  But if I’m skinny, I won’t hate it anymore, right?  You get my drift?  Yes, I’m shallow.  I know.

I swear I feel VERY shallow, but truth be told, I don’t really need want anything else.  My kids are fine (they’re being raised by the wolf pack).  My marriage is fine (yes, dear, just do whatever they hell I say).  And we have enough money to get by (well, only if I cut back on my Target spending to once a month- gulp).  I’m being selfish, because it’s the only thing that I really have a lot of fucking control over.  And ohmygod, I’m a control freak.  So- here we go.

I bought a Nike Fuel Band, because it’s like my own personal cheerleader.  I know it sounds cliche, but I am very motivated when I can see progress continually.  I cannot run without some type of measurement.  I cannot lose weight without checking my scale a few (okay, several hundred) times I week.  It’s just me.  I’m competitive with myself.  I don’t hate working out, but I do hate eating right.  That’s going to the be the challenge this year.  I need to overhaul my WHOLE fucking diet.  Yippee.  I can’t wait to eat chicken, chicken, and salads with chicken!

So.  Here goes nothing.  Keep me accountable world.

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