I had to add these because, well, I just had to....
* When you get to the gym and realize that you've put your t-shirt on backwards because you were running out the door while throwing on your sports bra, don't be afraid to turn your shirt around while you go full speed on the elliptical. No one will notice. I hope.
* When the man at the Wal-Mart, on your way to the gym, tells you that you're crazy for wearing short pants and a t-shirt out in this kind weather, do not respond out loud with "yeah but at least I'm not fat and bald". It's not nice.
* Do everything in your power to NOT focus on the 60+ overweight gentleman on the treadmill in front of you who is clearly wearing a bathing suit and too small sweatshirt. Because if you focus on him all you're going to see is his giant ass crack that pops out- and stays out- each time he bends over to fiddle with one of the nine pairs of headphones he brought with him.
* Note to self: No beans before treadmill workouts. Oh, hell, no beans before ANY workout!!
Addendum over. For now.
Monday, February 8, 2010
The Gym
I write this as I prepare to head to the gym.
I've been home all day- except for the foray into the pediatrician's office- with my sick child. And let me tell you, my excursion out was not all that fabulous considering my son puked in the exam room of the doctor's office. All of that being said, in between cleaning up puke this morning around 2:30 and then again around 4 and then again around 6 and, of course, at the doctor's office and almost at shop rite, I ate slightly sensibly with a few non-sensible moments thrown in.
Those non-sensible moments were courtesy of these little mongrels. Go ahead, check them out and tell me that you don't want to eat 4 million of them. Because I'm just going to tell you that you're a liar. A DAMNED LIAR!! They sit on my dining room table currently calling my name in a horrible seductive and evil way. And they shouldn't be there. They were meant for the Superbowl party (GEAUX SAINTS!!) we were supposed to attend but had to cancel because everyone attending the party was sick. The plan was to take them to work. I didn't go to work. So, the little delicious bastards jumped down my gullet all day!
And that's part of the reason I'm only now heading to the gym. And all of that up there, those beginning words, have little to nothing to do with the intention of my post. But the gym is involved, so I figured you wouldn't mind being introduced my current nemesis.
And now for our regularly scheduled "programming".
Random Gym Realizations Of Late:
* Watching Jeopardy while on the Elliptical is NOT a good idea. People laugh at you when you yell out the answers- the incorrect answers- in the middle of a crowded exercise room!
* The gym closes at 5 on Sundays- NOT 6. No matter how much you avoid eye contact with the last gym worker left, who is turning off all of the treadmills, he will NOT let you stay past 5pm.
* Leaving your machine on pause with your iPod, glasses and water bottle sitting there apparently makes no difference and people WILL take your machine- and your stuff. Unless you chase them down.
* Bumping up your stationary bike seat one number because you think it will make your legs work harder and therefore make them look better will not work. It will only serve to make your crotch hurt with an uncomfortable intensity.
* Asking the gym attendant to change ONE of the TVs from FoxNews to FoodTV or HGTV or any non-conservative news station WILL get you nasty stares from all of the old, fat guys on the recumbent bikes. And that one woman on the AMT who has been staring at you and your SAVE DARFUR shirt.
* Expecting there to be something on the TVs other than Pre-Game Superbowl coverage and FoxNews on Superbowl Sunday is just ridiculous and will only serve to remind you that you are quite possibly the only liberal living in a conservative county and town. Good thing you love Football and Shannon Sharpe's suits!
* The individuals at the gym at 5am during the week are interesting people who have no idea how to match colors.
* The individuals at the gym at 4pm during the week are sweaty people who are still sticking to their New Year's resolutions and have no idea how to match colors. Or that certain pants and shirts are a few sizes too small for them.
Those are my realizations for now. I can only imagine what I will encounter while I'm there tonight. I've been there at opening. Tonight, I'll be there at closing.
The experiences I'm having during this journey are fascinating studies in the human condition and if nothing else, I'm gaining a whole heaping wealth of knowledge and some cavities, too!
I've been home all day- except for the foray into the pediatrician's office- with my sick child. And let me tell you, my excursion out was not all that fabulous considering my son puked in the exam room of the doctor's office. All of that being said, in between cleaning up puke this morning around 2:30 and then again around 4 and then again around 6 and, of course, at the doctor's office and almost at shop rite, I ate slightly sensibly with a few non-sensible moments thrown in.
Those non-sensible moments were courtesy of these little mongrels. Go ahead, check them out and tell me that you don't want to eat 4 million of them. Because I'm just going to tell you that you're a liar. A DAMNED LIAR!! They sit on my dining room table currently calling my name in a horrible seductive and evil way. And they shouldn't be there. They were meant for the Superbowl party (GEAUX SAINTS!!) we were supposed to attend but had to cancel because everyone attending the party was sick. The plan was to take them to work. I didn't go to work. So, the little delicious bastards jumped down my gullet all day!
And that's part of the reason I'm only now heading to the gym. And all of that up there, those beginning words, have little to nothing to do with the intention of my post. But the gym is involved, so I figured you wouldn't mind being introduced my current nemesis.
And now for our regularly scheduled "programming".
Random Gym Realizations Of Late:
* Watching Jeopardy while on the Elliptical is NOT a good idea. People laugh at you when you yell out the answers- the incorrect answers- in the middle of a crowded exercise room!
* The gym closes at 5 on Sundays- NOT 6. No matter how much you avoid eye contact with the last gym worker left, who is turning off all of the treadmills, he will NOT let you stay past 5pm.
* Leaving your machine on pause with your iPod, glasses and water bottle sitting there apparently makes no difference and people WILL take your machine- and your stuff. Unless you chase them down.
* Bumping up your stationary bike seat one number because you think it will make your legs work harder and therefore make them look better will not work. It will only serve to make your crotch hurt with an uncomfortable intensity.
* Asking the gym attendant to change ONE of the TVs from FoxNews to FoodTV or HGTV or any non-conservative news station WILL get you nasty stares from all of the old, fat guys on the recumbent bikes. And that one woman on the AMT who has been staring at you and your SAVE DARFUR shirt.
* Expecting there to be something on the TVs other than Pre-Game Superbowl coverage and FoxNews on Superbowl Sunday is just ridiculous and will only serve to remind you that you are quite possibly the only liberal living in a conservative county and town. Good thing you love Football and Shannon Sharpe's suits!
* The individuals at the gym at 5am during the week are interesting people who have no idea how to match colors.
* The individuals at the gym at 4pm during the week are sweaty people who are still sticking to their New Year's resolutions and have no idea how to match colors. Or that certain pants and shirts are a few sizes too small for them.
Those are my realizations for now. I can only imagine what I will encounter while I'm there tonight. I've been there at opening. Tonight, I'll be there at closing.
The experiences I'm having during this journey are fascinating studies in the human condition and if nothing else, I'm gaining a whole heaping wealth of knowledge and some cavities, too!
Monday, February 1, 2010
The Final Countdown
Well, I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty upset at the response rate for the Bondi Bands. I KNOW we have more readers than what has responded. Maybe our readers are just not exercise people!
I'm keeping the giveaway open a few more days in the hopes that more people will reply!
SPREAD. THE. WORD.
*****
So, in case you missed it I am now 30. (GASP).
And now it begins. What should have begun awhile ago must now REALLY begin.
It's the final countdown. Remember that song? Am I really that old?!
Yeah, so the gods (the ones I tell my Theology students NOT to believe in because they are Pagan) didn't smile upon me. I really turned 30. And I'm really not 100% ok with it yet. At all. I do feel different. I absolutely feel like I woke up on Friday and things had changed. I feel strange when I put in my age on the elliptical machine and it's 30, not 29.
I just feel different.
And old.
And yes, I am FULLY aware that 30 is NOT old. But I feel it.
And I refuse to allow that feeling complete depress me. Since it already has done it quite a bit, I need to get myself out of the rut. Our of the mild depression I've been living with for awhile now. And what better way to do that than to step things up a bit.
I have a few big things to get ready for and if I don't get my ass in gear, I'm not going anywhere or doing anything.
March 13th will be my first race of the season. I am not even close to ready for it. I had to stop racing as per doctor's orders last year and I've decided to jump back into it and see how it goes. March 13th could be pretty cold. And snowy. And, well, um, cold.
June 13th I have every intention of participating in the George Washington Bridge Challenge. It's uphill...a lot uphill. It's hot. It's a hard race but worth it because it raises money for cancer and it's an awesome view off the GWB!
And then there is the big one...the whole purpose of this site. The Philadelphia Woman's Triathlon. August 1st. And I refuse to look like a fool in that competition.
I've got some things on the horizon and I'm not doing enough to prepare for them because, well, I've been lazy and I've allowed turning 30 to rule my life.
And now, it's the final countdown. (Are you singing the song yet?)
I do the basics. I do my 40 to 60 minutes of cardio at least 3 times a week. I try to strength train at least 2 times a week. I occasionally eat well. But not well enough. Doing the basics is NOT going to cut it!
So it's step up time.
From here on out I am making myself take pride in my age and who I am. I am forcing myself to get in the groove and push myself to the limit. I didn't take on this challenge just to go through it half assed.
So, now, it's the final countdown to the big things to come. And now begins the push.
The push beyond the depression I've self-imposed.
The push beyond the basics I've been doing that really aren't getting me anywhere.
The beyond my comfort zone and into something new.
I'm in my Dirty Thirties and I have every intentions of making them memorable.
I'm keeping the giveaway open a few more days in the hopes that more people will reply!
SPREAD. THE. WORD.
*****
So, in case you missed it I am now 30. (GASP).
And now it begins. What should have begun awhile ago must now REALLY begin.
It's the final countdown. Remember that song? Am I really that old?!
Yeah, so the gods (the ones I tell my Theology students NOT to believe in because they are Pagan) didn't smile upon me. I really turned 30. And I'm really not 100% ok with it yet. At all. I do feel different. I absolutely feel like I woke up on Friday and things had changed. I feel strange when I put in my age on the elliptical machine and it's 30, not 29.
I just feel different.
And old.
And yes, I am FULLY aware that 30 is NOT old. But I feel it.
And I refuse to allow that feeling complete depress me. Since it already has done it quite a bit, I need to get myself out of the rut. Our of the mild depression I've been living with for awhile now. And what better way to do that than to step things up a bit.
I have a few big things to get ready for and if I don't get my ass in gear, I'm not going anywhere or doing anything.
March 13th will be my first race of the season. I am not even close to ready for it. I had to stop racing as per doctor's orders last year and I've decided to jump back into it and see how it goes. March 13th could be pretty cold. And snowy. And, well, um, cold.
June 13th I have every intention of participating in the George Washington Bridge Challenge. It's uphill...a lot uphill. It's hot. It's a hard race but worth it because it raises money for cancer and it's an awesome view off the GWB!
And then there is the big one...the whole purpose of this site. The Philadelphia Woman's Triathlon. August 1st. And I refuse to look like a fool in that competition.
I've got some things on the horizon and I'm not doing enough to prepare for them because, well, I've been lazy and I've allowed turning 30 to rule my life.
And now, it's the final countdown. (Are you singing the song yet?)
I do the basics. I do my 40 to 60 minutes of cardio at least 3 times a week. I try to strength train at least 2 times a week. I occasionally eat well. But not well enough. Doing the basics is NOT going to cut it!
So it's step up time.
From here on out I am making myself take pride in my age and who I am. I am forcing myself to get in the groove and push myself to the limit. I didn't take on this challenge just to go through it half assed.
So, now, it's the final countdown to the big things to come. And now begins the push.
The push beyond the depression I've self-imposed.
The push beyond the basics I've been doing that really aren't getting me anywhere.
The beyond my comfort zone and into something new.
I'm in my Dirty Thirties and I have every intentions of making them memorable.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Ain't Nothin' But a Number and a Giveaway!
If you stick around through the end of this post you'll find out about our very first giveaway! Or I guess you could just scroll down and find out about it.....but you wouldn't do that....would you?
*****
I think I'm abandoning my scale. Seriously.
I've been back on Weight Watchers for about two weeks now and while I'm not "religious" about it, I am pretty good about it. At the same time that I started back to WW I started strength training three times a week with a friend who is a personal trainer. And she's a freaking psycho when it comes to pushing me. No, seriously, crazy. But totally worth it.
I do believe these two efforts to get healthy, lose weight and get ready for August, are working against one another.
My clothes are looser but my scale is telling me I weight a bit more.
Um, ok.
I turn 30 tomorrow. (Pause...breath in, breath out).
Everyone tells me that age is just a number. Right now, I don't really feel that way. Right now, on the eve of moving out of my youthful, sometimes crappy, sometimes wonderful 20s, I do not feel like age is just a number.
When I climbed on my scale this morning and saw the number that popped up I really had to stop myself from getting angry and upset. I'm beginning to wonder if, to some degree, weight is just a number, too. Although, this morning it was really hard for me to believe that. Until I got dressed for work and the waistband on my pants was loose and I had to keep pulling my pants up when walking.
So, I'm thinking in these months as I ready my old and beaten body- courtesy of my 20s- for a triathlon that maybe, just maybe I need to abandon my scale and worry more about how I feel and how my clothes feel rather than what my scale says.
After all, age is just a number why can't weight be, too?
*****
Here's what you've been waiting for!!
We're having our FIRST giveaway for our wonderful readers!!
A few weeks back I bragged about how much I just LOVE Bondi Bands. Well, now is your chance to own your very own Bondi Band!!
Here are the rules:
Head on over to the Bondi Band website by clicking on any of the Bondi Band links and take a look at their bands for Chicks.
* Refer a friend to the Dirty Thirty Tridea
* Let us know how you found us with a comment on this post
* Tell us in your comment which Bondi Band you like the best and what exercise you would do while wearing it!!
As an added bonus be sure to Fan us on Facebook and Share this post with all your Twitter friends!!
The winner of the giveaway will be notified by February 7th!!
TELL YOUR FRIENDS and WIN A BONDI BAND!!
*****
I think I'm abandoning my scale. Seriously.
I've been back on Weight Watchers for about two weeks now and while I'm not "religious" about it, I am pretty good about it. At the same time that I started back to WW I started strength training three times a week with a friend who is a personal trainer. And she's a freaking psycho when it comes to pushing me. No, seriously, crazy. But totally worth it.
I do believe these two efforts to get healthy, lose weight and get ready for August, are working against one another.
My clothes are looser but my scale is telling me I weight a bit more.
Um, ok.
I turn 30 tomorrow. (Pause...breath in, breath out).
Everyone tells me that age is just a number. Right now, I don't really feel that way. Right now, on the eve of moving out of my youthful, sometimes crappy, sometimes wonderful 20s, I do not feel like age is just a number.
When I climbed on my scale this morning and saw the number that popped up I really had to stop myself from getting angry and upset. I'm beginning to wonder if, to some degree, weight is just a number, too. Although, this morning it was really hard for me to believe that. Until I got dressed for work and the waistband on my pants was loose and I had to keep pulling my pants up when walking.
So, I'm thinking in these months as I ready my old and beaten body- courtesy of my 20s- for a triathlon that maybe, just maybe I need to abandon my scale and worry more about how I feel and how my clothes feel rather than what my scale says.
After all, age is just a number why can't weight be, too?
*****
Here's what you've been waiting for!!
We're having our FIRST giveaway for our wonderful readers!!
A few weeks back I bragged about how much I just LOVE Bondi Bands. Well, now is your chance to own your very own Bondi Band!!
Here are the rules:
Head on over to the Bondi Band website by clicking on any of the Bondi Band links and take a look at their bands for Chicks.
* Refer a friend to the Dirty Thirty Tridea
* Let us know how you found us with a comment on this post
* Tell us in your comment which Bondi Band you like the best and what exercise you would do while wearing it!!
As an added bonus be sure to Fan us on Facebook and Share this post with all your Twitter friends!!
The winner of the giveaway will be notified by February 7th!!
TELL YOUR FRIENDS and WIN A BONDI BAND!!
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Things I Love (That Make Working Out/Being Healthy Easier)
Here's a quicky list of some things I love. Things that make eating right (which I hate doing) and working out (which I hate doing) almost tolerable!
Things That Help Me Stick to My Eating Lifestyle (it's an eating lifestyle, not a diet)
Things That Help Me Stick to My Eating Lifestyle (it's an eating lifestyle, not a diet)
- Jell-o Sugar Free Pudding Cups. The Activia type are the best. These are only 60 calories, but still give you that dessert fix.
- Yoplait Light. You've GOT to try the pomegranate/blackberry flavor. It's 100 calories of heaven in a cup.
- All-Bran Original. I take a whole cup (160 calories), add a cup of almond milk (40-60 calories, depending on which kind you get) and top with sliced strawberries (I just keep a bag of the frozen, sliced variety thawing in the fridge). It's a quick, filling breakfast for my work week. It's great for my digestive system, too.
- Arnold Sandwich Thins. My friend Mary Kate first turned me on to these. They're even better than a roll, seriously, and only 100 calories! Matt (my husband) discovered that these make great grilled cheese sandwiches, too.
- Snickers Marathon Nutrition Bars. In general I stay away from anything that promises energy or power or performance. These nutrition bars, though, are what I eat before my heavy workout nights (2 hours of intense exercise). I can't stomach exercising on food, and I get super hungry if I don't eat. These bars solved that problem. They keep me satisfied and don't make me vomit. Oh, and they're only 150 calories.
- Fiber One Bars. These things are the shiznet! LOVE THEM! Matt and I probably go through 1-2 boxes of the oats and peanut butter variety a week. They're a great snack to keep you full. They clock in at 150 calories.
- Birds Eye Steamfresh Vegetables. Matt and I've tried a lot of the steamed vegetable varieties, and this is the brand we like best. We split a bag every night with our dinner. It's great for when you're cooking for two. Though it has four servings in it, when we split it, we can go as low as 60 calories each for the broccoli (and I like their broccoli because it's not full of the stems!). Our favorite is mixed vegetables , though, and that is 120 calories for half. Just be sure to avoid the kind that has sauce added to it.
- Musselman's Lite Applesauce. 50 calories for a cup of yummy applesauce. Plus, it's sweetened with Splenda.
- Gum. I've heard sugar-free gum makes you gassy. At least it cures the munchies.
- Calorie King. This is by far the best calorie-counting site out there. I don't have to use it that much anymore because I've memorized most of the numbers I need. However, when it doubt, Calorie King it!
- Lebanon Isshinryu Karate. It's easier for me to workout -- and workout hard -- when I do it here. Plus, it's introduced me to some great butt-kicking ladies (and guys, too).
- My Husband. But you can't have him, so moving along...
- My Philips iPod Case and Armband. When mixed with downloads from iTunes U (where I get all my writing-related research), I feel like I'm killing two birds with one stone.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Soul Food
It's time to talk about food again because I don't think I did enough of that in the last post! I mean really most of the last post was about demons. Granted, they were food demons but demons nonetheless.
So, I'm sitting in the lunchroom today- I'm sorry, the teacher's dining room. Which resembles a dining room about as much as my spa themed bathroom resembles a spa. AKA: Not. At. All. And I'm eagerly awaiting my Lean Cuisine meal's microwave completion when one of the other teacher's announces what's for lunch today.
Nachos.
DAMMIT!
Now, I'm not big on cafeteria food but GAWD our nachos are freaking amazing! Seriously. Mouth wateringly amazing.
I knew that I had money in my back pocket. I knew that those nachos looked mighty tasty. And I knew that if I ate them, in all their nacho-y goodness, I'd have zero points left for the rest of the year.
I skipped the nachos but another teacher did not.
This teacher is someone who has used WW before but is not currently on it because they claim they only gain weight on WW.
Okey Dokey.
So, this teacher comes back from the lunch line with their HEAPING plate of nacho-y goodness and drifts past me as I shovel some type of pasta into my mouth. And as they go to sit at another table (praise Jesus because I would have attacked the plate and only left the crappy shredded lettuce) they said, "Maybe this will soothe my soul."
Well, now, the nachos are good but, hell, they aren't THAT good.
Another little piece of background info- next week is exam week and every teacher in the school is being pushed to the brink this week. Even those that never touch the drink are being tempted by it's "healing and soothing" powers.
So, yes, our souls are in need of a bit of soothing and comfort.
But I'm not so sure that food, or alcohol for that matter, can do that.
We all know how much I love love love food and want to have it's baby but the idea that it can comfort us or me might be at the root of a lot of problems.
Food as a coping mechanism is not so good.
Booze as a coping mechanism, also, not so good.
I love meatloaf with mashed potatoes, peas and brown gravy. Seriously. I. Love. It. When I eat that I feel good. I feel satisfied. I feel happy. It brings back good memories. And dammit, it tastes GREAT, especially when my mom makes it.
There are other meals like that for me, too. But never do they erase the problems that I'm having or soothe my soul in such a way that it's at peace.
Do I think this teacher really meant that the food was going to erase her problems and soothe the ills of her soul at that moment? I'm not so sure. But I do think that we spend a lot of time relying on food or booze or tons of other things to soothe us and solve our problems. And really, we're the only ones who can take care of that.
Well, us and a piece of cake- white cake with white frosting. (White food has no calories)
So, I'm sitting in the lunchroom today- I'm sorry, the teacher's dining room. Which resembles a dining room about as much as my spa themed bathroom resembles a spa. AKA: Not. At. All. And I'm eagerly awaiting my Lean Cuisine meal's microwave completion when one of the other teacher's announces what's for lunch today.
Nachos.
DAMMIT!
Now, I'm not big on cafeteria food but GAWD our nachos are freaking amazing! Seriously. Mouth wateringly amazing.
I knew that I had money in my back pocket. I knew that those nachos looked mighty tasty. And I knew that if I ate them, in all their nacho-y goodness, I'd have zero points left for the rest of the year.
I skipped the nachos but another teacher did not.
This teacher is someone who has used WW before but is not currently on it because they claim they only gain weight on WW.
Okey Dokey.
So, this teacher comes back from the lunch line with their HEAPING plate of nacho-y goodness and drifts past me as I shovel some type of pasta into my mouth. And as they go to sit at another table (praise Jesus because I would have attacked the plate and only left the crappy shredded lettuce) they said, "Maybe this will soothe my soul."
Well, now, the nachos are good but, hell, they aren't THAT good.
Another little piece of background info- next week is exam week and every teacher in the school is being pushed to the brink this week. Even those that never touch the drink are being tempted by it's "healing and soothing" powers.
So, yes, our souls are in need of a bit of soothing and comfort.
But I'm not so sure that food, or alcohol for that matter, can do that.
We all know how much I love love love food and want to have it's baby but the idea that it can comfort us or me might be at the root of a lot of problems.
Food as a coping mechanism is not so good.
Booze as a coping mechanism, also, not so good.
I love meatloaf with mashed potatoes, peas and brown gravy. Seriously. I. Love. It. When I eat that I feel good. I feel satisfied. I feel happy. It brings back good memories. And dammit, it tastes GREAT, especially when my mom makes it.
There are other meals like that for me, too. But never do they erase the problems that I'm having or soothe my soul in such a way that it's at peace.
Do I think this teacher really meant that the food was going to erase her problems and soothe the ills of her soul at that moment? I'm not so sure. But I do think that we spend a lot of time relying on food or booze or tons of other things to soothe us and solve our problems. And really, we're the only ones who can take care of that.
Well, us and a piece of cake- white cake with white frosting. (White food has no calories)
Friday, January 8, 2010
Food Demons
One of the struggles that I have is food. I would think that would be painfully obvious but maybe it's not.
Seriously, though, I LOVE food. I love it so much that I have been known to eat enough to create my own food baby.
This is a problem.
I wish that I could say that I love all foods and most especially fruits and vegetables but if I said that I'd be a liar and as I chastised my own students for being liars this past week, I cannot tell a lie.
Vegetables are not my favorite food and neither are fruits.
I can't even pick a favorite food because I really do enjoy a lot of different things.
This makes exercise and training that much more important and that much more difficult.
It is a constant battle in my head, as my feed thud along the treadmill or street, to push myself beyond working off the food calories. I am constantly telling myself if I do five or ten extra minutes I can have that small candy bar or those cookies with the little boy on them. (You know the ones I'm talking about....google them and then try them but don't blame me when you become a little boy cookie addict!!)
Personally, I think this is a problem.
One of the major demons that I've had to battle in my effort to lose weight and get healthy is my desire to eat. And to eat whenever and wherever. Seriously. I'm not to the point where I cannot control my intake because if that were the case I would be morbidly obese and suffer from some major food and emotional issues. There are times when I lose control. There are times when the types of food and the whole "eyes bigger than my stomach" phenomenon takes over and I eat too much. But I still think that the bigger problem is that I'm allowing the food to control my actions.
I exercise so I can eat and drink. When I wear that on a Bondi Band (The do have them that say that) it's funny and it makes me laugh. But it's true. And I'm not sure that it's the best motivation for exercising.
But I also exercise to feel good and look good. It's not just about the food, but a lot of the time it is. And, again, I think that's a problem.
In my quest to complete this triathlon, and now a 5k on St. Patrick's Day weekend (I'm going to freeze my ass off!), I feel like I need to conquer demons that I otherwise wouldn't have to conquer. I could be content just exercising in order eat and drink and stay in my smaller size. But that's not enough anymore. I know I am capable of more it's just moving past the demon that is food.
I've found that my best weapon against food is Weight Watchers. Truly. When I am on Weight Watchers and I know that I can eat whatever I want, I just have to be willing to "suffer" the points consequences, I do really well. I eat healthy foods, and a lot of them, but I am also able to indulge a bit. And I find that I'm not exercising to eat because I'd lose weight whether I exercised or not. But my life cannot always be lived on Weight Watchers.
Right now, it is.
I used Weight Watchers, coupled with exercise, to lose 40lbs last year. I've put back about 10- at the most- and now I want to lose about 30 more. Then I'm done. Once I can maintain, I'll be in place where the demons can't always get to me. Once I'm more comfortable in my skin and my clothes and with who I am, I won't allow the food to force me to exercise. I hope.
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