. . . to worry too much about what the back of your hair looks like.
. . . to not listen to your favorite songs or watch your favorite movies as often as your heart desires.
. . . to not indulge your inner fat kid from time to time.
. . . to not compliment a girl who has a handbag, pair of boots, hair style or outfit you admire.
. . . to close yourself off to people who aren't exactly like you.
. . . to sleep too much.
. . . too drink bad wine.
. . . to not tell the people you love that you do in fact love them.
. . . to recall all the crappy things people have said about you or to you in the past.
. . . to continue to carry that heavy chip on your shoulder.
. . . to procrastinate and put off your dreams.
. . . to spend too much time in line, in traffic or in the bathroom.
. . . to wonder what others really think about you.
. . . to be around negative people.
. . . to clip coupons.
. . . to read every novel on the list of the 101 books you should read before you start college.
. . . to fight for a hopeless cause.
. . . to argue the toilet seat up/toilet seat down issue.
. . . to clean too much.
. . . to carry cheap handbags.
. . . to not occasionally pamper yourself.
. . . to devote your heart to unrequited love.
. . . to think you are better than anyone and everyone.
. . . to apologize when you don't mean it.
. . . to not kiss your spouse every chance you get.
. . . to put off your heart's desires because of self-imposed rules.
. . . to occasionally get drunk, high or just plain silly.
. . . to never make homemade ice cream.
. . . to not try to learn something because you feel it's too late in life.
. . . to wait for someone else to do something you can do yourself.
. . . to not live as you want to.
. . . to not stay up late with your favorite people.
. . . to skip Happy Hour because it's a weeknight.
. . . to let your age hold you back.
. . . to let anyone else define you.
. . . to not occasionally reevaluate your self, your life, your goals, your hairstyle, your wardrobe or your career.
. . . to hold grudges.
. . . to not stand up for yourself and what you believe in.
. . . to keep bad friends in your life simply because they've "always" been there.
. . . to not get frisky in public places.
. . . to hate. You shouldn't waste the protein.
. . . to follow every fad.
. . . to stay in at a job you hate just for the security.
. . . to not demand the best out of everything in your life.
What is life too short for?
Friday, August 29, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Make it or Break it
They say it takes 21 days to break an old or form a new habit and I always have a small list of a handful of habits that I would like to break/make. They are bad habits that I have continually done since I was probably a child, such as discarding the day's outfit on the floor as I got ready for bed and waited to rehang them until the pile was too large and annoyed me too much ( aka I was sick of stepping on them).
Also, picking out the following day's outfit the night before, instead of standing in front of my closet for far too long in the mornings, trying to decide what to wear that day. I have gone as far as to hang a hook outside my closet, so that the designated outfit would have a place to readily hang.
I am awful about getting my hair and makeup done before I leave the house and while I do go to school in a huge beauty salon, it is frowned upon to do your hair and makeup there and so many days, I just go without. Let me tell you, I look better with makeup on. Perhaps that is why I like it so much . . . it really does enhance my features.
Ideally, I would take ten extra minutes to put my lunch together the night before, just as I do Mike's. I think I would be less prone to just grab a frozen SmartOne's and actually prepare something homemade, like a salad.
Throwing out junk mail when I receive it instead of just laying it down and then picking it up in a feng shui attack once a week or so. The junk has been greatly reduced since I got on the list to stop all the damn credit card offers.
Being less of a pack rat when it comes to my closet and throwing out (donating, giving away) clothes I don't wear anymore. I hate to admit it, but I have things in my closet that I have worn since high school. I take good care of my clothing (despite the pile in the bedroom), so these articles don't look like things I have worn since 1998, but when I sport a sweater I rocked in my senior portraits, I know it is time to discard some things and update my wardrobe.
Get up when my alarm goes off and make better use of the morning instead of sleeping in until that last possible moment and then rushing out the door.
See? Primarily, these are silly little habits that I have harbored since at least 1991 and they are ones that I always think to attempt to change. It's not a good idea to try to take them all on at the same time, but to focus on one or two and be mindful of the others until I have successfully changed one and am able to move on.
What habits would you like to change, quit or initiate?
Also, picking out the following day's outfit the night before, instead of standing in front of my closet for far too long in the mornings, trying to decide what to wear that day. I have gone as far as to hang a hook outside my closet, so that the designated outfit would have a place to readily hang.
I am awful about getting my hair and makeup done before I leave the house and while I do go to school in a huge beauty salon, it is frowned upon to do your hair and makeup there and so many days, I just go without. Let me tell you, I look better with makeup on. Perhaps that is why I like it so much . . . it really does enhance my features.
Ideally, I would take ten extra minutes to put my lunch together the night before, just as I do Mike's. I think I would be less prone to just grab a frozen SmartOne's and actually prepare something homemade, like a salad.
Throwing out junk mail when I receive it instead of just laying it down and then picking it up in a feng shui attack once a week or so. The junk has been greatly reduced since I got on the list to stop all the damn credit card offers.
Being less of a pack rat when it comes to my closet and throwing out (donating, giving away) clothes I don't wear anymore. I hate to admit it, but I have things in my closet that I have worn since high school. I take good care of my clothing (despite the pile in the bedroom), so these articles don't look like things I have worn since 1998, but when I sport a sweater I rocked in my senior portraits, I know it is time to discard some things and update my wardrobe.
Get up when my alarm goes off and make better use of the morning instead of sleeping in until that last possible moment and then rushing out the door.
See? Primarily, these are silly little habits that I have harbored since at least 1991 and they are ones that I always think to attempt to change. It's not a good idea to try to take them all on at the same time, but to focus on one or two and be mindful of the others until I have successfully changed one and am able to move on.
What habits would you like to change, quit or initiate?
Sunday, August 24, 2008
I'll Get It Where I Can
I know it sounds crazy, but I am pretty sure that is at least one person out there who would like to see me fail in this continual weight loss quest. It's not the first time I have received "interesting" feedback when I was successfully losing weight.
A couple of years ago, when I dropped about thirty pounds, a good friend** of mine kept calling it "just water weight", which I could understand if it were, say, the first ten pounds. But fifteen? Twenty-five pounds? That cannot all be water weight. Then, one day when I was at her house, we were picking outfits for a night on the town when I commented on how much I loved her warped mirror that elongated things. Made me look skinnier than I already was.
"I didn't want to say anything when you got here, because I didn't want to inflate your ego. But you are looking pretty skinny."
And then, a year and a half later, when I saw her again and was losing, she flat out (but playfully) called me a "skinny bitch". The thing is, this friend has always been fairly slender and gorgeous and I was always her thicker friend. She's never really had any issues with her weight, so I wasn't all that sure why my getting thinner would bother her.
Sometimes, when you go and do things for yourself, it forces people to look at their own lives and lifestyles and wonder if there isn't anything they too could be doing to improve themselves. And more often than not, I see, hear and feel that struggle with weight loss. Probably because there are so many people who feel that they could stand to lose five or ten or fifty pounds.
Its strange when you set out on a journey like this and feel like someone is watching, waiting, hoping for you to fail. Its kind of defeating, if you really stop and think about. I mean, why would anyone want someone to fail at something like this? What would they gain from my failure?
It doesn't matter to me though. I let it be motivation and inspiration. When I feel that I am getting lazy or weak or stuck in a rut, I imagine them just grinning at my momentary lapse and I get up and force myself to do what I've thought of avoiding. It's tackling fuel. And all take as much of that as I can, from wherever its going to come from.
** I should mention that at this current time, I am not feeling these vibes from this particular friend. So no one read into that.
A couple of years ago, when I dropped about thirty pounds, a good friend** of mine kept calling it "just water weight", which I could understand if it were, say, the first ten pounds. But fifteen? Twenty-five pounds? That cannot all be water weight. Then, one day when I was at her house, we were picking outfits for a night on the town when I commented on how much I loved her warped mirror that elongated things. Made me look skinnier than I already was.
"I didn't want to say anything when you got here, because I didn't want to inflate your ego. But you are looking pretty skinny."
And then, a year and a half later, when I saw her again and was losing, she flat out (but playfully) called me a "skinny bitch". The thing is, this friend has always been fairly slender and gorgeous and I was always her thicker friend. She's never really had any issues with her weight, so I wasn't all that sure why my getting thinner would bother her.
Sometimes, when you go and do things for yourself, it forces people to look at their own lives and lifestyles and wonder if there isn't anything they too could be doing to improve themselves. And more often than not, I see, hear and feel that struggle with weight loss. Probably because there are so many people who feel that they could stand to lose five or ten or fifty pounds.
Its strange when you set out on a journey like this and feel like someone is watching, waiting, hoping for you to fail. Its kind of defeating, if you really stop and think about. I mean, why would anyone want someone to fail at something like this? What would they gain from my failure?
It doesn't matter to me though. I let it be motivation and inspiration. When I feel that I am getting lazy or weak or stuck in a rut, I imagine them just grinning at my momentary lapse and I get up and force myself to do what I've thought of avoiding. It's tackling fuel. And all take as much of that as I can, from wherever its going to come from.
** I should mention that at this current time, I am not feeling these vibes from this particular friend. So no one read into that.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Somebody's Hero
One of the best things, for me, about A. growing up, and B. living in Vancouver as an adult, is the fact that I get to have this incredible, awesome friendship with my mother. Truly, it is something that has cultivated throughout the last twelve years or so, because before that, it was a mother/daughter relationship much like many little girls. But when I reached the age where I could look at my parents and see them not as the flawless, law enforcing, all powerful and forever correct super-beings we believe them to be as kids, but as the flawed, individual and vastly varied humans they really are, I realized that my parents were pretty damn amazing.
First of all, they managed to raise two productive, levelheaded, educated children who aren't on any drugs of any sort (other than birth control), aren't in therapy, aren't in jail, aren't on welfare, who don't have any illegitimate children or arrest records. Two kids who have become kind, thoughtful, consider humans, who both look around and seek out how to better the world around them, for both themselves and their friends, but also, the world in general. I know I sound like I am tooting my own horn, but mostly I am talking about my brother and somewhat assuming he would say the same about me. My brother definitely was a handful as a small child, with health problems and a very dependent temperament, while I gave them more of a struggle through our teen years with my love life on my sleeve and my somewhat lack of direction when it came to the future. But fast forward to now and you have two thriving adults who value their parents and each other more than just about anything.
Second of all, they are just great people to spend time with. Always there for a laugh, a story, a movie, a day out shopping. Always there, always caring and always loving. I know when a child is born, they are flawless, innocent and easy to love. But as we grow up and develop minds, opinions and attitudes of our own, we can be a lot less lovable. And my parents love me unconditionally.
For the past three or four Mondays, my mom and I have been spending the days together. She's been off of work for the summer (a perk of working at ESD) and my weekends have fallen on Sundays and Mondays, so it seemed pretty natural for us to get together on Mondays for shopping, walking and our "WW" meetings together. I have already gotten so used to having those days with her and since school is starting again soon, she won't be able to meet me like before.
I've been thinking about her and I and my future children and though that is a future that is a few years away, I have to say it scares me a bit. Because I've had such an amazing mother, I worry that I won't be half the mother she was to me. Just because this is something that I want so badly, it doesn't mean that its something that is going to come naturally and flawlessly to me. I look at the other mothers I know and how amazing they are with their kids . . . there has to be a bad apple in every bunch, right? What if it's me?
My patience is short. My stubborn streak is wide and long and thick. I hear obnoxious children screaming in the store and I have half a mind to go and thank the mother for reminding me why I am not yet a mother. I couldn't handle that; not yet at least. Children running in my way at the grocery store make me want to scream and kids that roll by on those damn Heely shoes (indoors) make me want to trip them. I want to grab them and ask them "Where is your mother and why isn't she watching you?"
I worry that I'll have this child and it will be perfect until I get my hands on it and I manage to screw it up. I am not saying that I don't have my flaws and scars, but my parents did a damn good job of not turning us into something they wouldn't be proud of. Is it an irrational fear that I might not be as skilled?
First of all, they managed to raise two productive, levelheaded, educated children who aren't on any drugs of any sort (other than birth control), aren't in therapy, aren't in jail, aren't on welfare, who don't have any illegitimate children or arrest records. Two kids who have become kind, thoughtful, consider humans, who both look around and seek out how to better the world around them, for both themselves and their friends, but also, the world in general. I know I sound like I am tooting my own horn, but mostly I am talking about my brother and somewhat assuming he would say the same about me. My brother definitely was a handful as a small child, with health problems and a very dependent temperament, while I gave them more of a struggle through our teen years with my love life on my sleeve and my somewhat lack of direction when it came to the future. But fast forward to now and you have two thriving adults who value their parents and each other more than just about anything.
Second of all, they are just great people to spend time with. Always there for a laugh, a story, a movie, a day out shopping. Always there, always caring and always loving. I know when a child is born, they are flawless, innocent and easy to love. But as we grow up and develop minds, opinions and attitudes of our own, we can be a lot less lovable. And my parents love me unconditionally.
For the past three or four Mondays, my mom and I have been spending the days together. She's been off of work for the summer (a perk of working at ESD) and my weekends have fallen on Sundays and Mondays, so it seemed pretty natural for us to get together on Mondays for shopping, walking and our "WW" meetings together. I have already gotten so used to having those days with her and since school is starting again soon, she won't be able to meet me like before.
I've been thinking about her and I and my future children and though that is a future that is a few years away, I have to say it scares me a bit. Because I've had such an amazing mother, I worry that I won't be half the mother she was to me. Just because this is something that I want so badly, it doesn't mean that its something that is going to come naturally and flawlessly to me. I look at the other mothers I know and how amazing they are with their kids . . . there has to be a bad apple in every bunch, right? What if it's me?
My patience is short. My stubborn streak is wide and long and thick. I hear obnoxious children screaming in the store and I have half a mind to go and thank the mother for reminding me why I am not yet a mother. I couldn't handle that; not yet at least. Children running in my way at the grocery store make me want to scream and kids that roll by on those damn Heely shoes (indoors) make me want to trip them. I want to grab them and ask them "Where is your mother and why isn't she watching you?"
I worry that I'll have this child and it will be perfect until I get my hands on it and I manage to screw it up. I am not saying that I don't have my flaws and scars, but my parents did a damn good job of not turning us into something they wouldn't be proud of. Is it an irrational fear that I might not be as skilled?
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Flowin' Freely, Warm and Quiet
A wise woman once told me that for however long you loved a person, it will take you that long to heal from them. Since I was desperately trying to get over my ex, I didn't want to believe it at the time. Looking back now, I would have to admit she was right. The emotions definitely faded and "healed" with time, but it probably took about four years after our splitting for my heart to finally say "Enough time looking back. Let's focus on forward."
The past year and a half since then have been far more harmonious when it comes to looking at, talking about and understanding that chapter of my life. I choose now to refer to my closing that chapter as "when I left California" and not when I broke up with the ex. Mike doesn't care to ever really discuss the ex or that portion of my past because it is just that - behind us. He's moved on, I've moved on and more than anything, time has moved on.
There is the occasional thing that takes me back, because I am cursed with this fantastic memory but it feels more like I am recalling then reliving these days. And those occasional things are growing to be fewer and further between.
I came across this song recently and I have to say it is as if someone opened up my heart, read everything I was feeling that last week we were "together" (breaking up/still living together) and then poetically set it to music.
Keep You
By Jennifer Nettles, Kristian Bush and Bobby Pinson
We said, goodbye, tried a hand at magic
But we couldn't make us disappear
Not a day goes by I don't wish I had you
So in a way, I'm glad you're still here
It's a bittersweet victory
Lovin' the ghost in front of me
Now I can't laugh, can't cry
And I can't run, can't hide
What do I gotta do
What do I gotta do to keep you
What do I gotta do to keep you from
doing this to me?
I wrote a couple of notes, one in love
one in anger
They're lying there dying in the dresser
drawer
Lived louder than my voice
Struggled through a stranger
He loved me 'til I loved you even more
It' a bittersweet victory
Knowin' someone else wanted me
Now I can't laugh, can't cry
And I can't run, can't hide
You get used to the pain
And numb to the sting
Til you can't feel anything
You tried to explain
But I couldn't hear it
As if your words
were my tears
Flowin' freely
Warm and quiet
From the edges of my eyes
in my ears
Then all that disappears
Now I can't laugh, can't cry
And I can't run, can't hide
Now I can't laugh, can't cry
And I can't run, can't hide
What do I gotta do
What do I gotta do to keep
What do I gotta do to keep you from
doing this to me
I suppose this just goes to show that no one can fully and truly say "No one knows how I am feeling." Emotions are varied and vast, but there is that chance that someone is going through the very same experience as you and they could know the very beats of your heart.
It's recalling things like this that make me snuggle a little bit closer into Mike's embrace.
The past year and a half since then have been far more harmonious when it comes to looking at, talking about and understanding that chapter of my life. I choose now to refer to my closing that chapter as "when I left California" and not when I broke up with the ex. Mike doesn't care to ever really discuss the ex or that portion of my past because it is just that - behind us. He's moved on, I've moved on and more than anything, time has moved on.
There is the occasional thing that takes me back, because I am cursed with this fantastic memory but it feels more like I am recalling then reliving these days. And those occasional things are growing to be fewer and further between.
I came across this song recently and I have to say it is as if someone opened up my heart, read everything I was feeling that last week we were "together" (breaking up/still living together) and then poetically set it to music.
Keep You
By Jennifer Nettles, Kristian Bush and Bobby Pinson
We said, goodbye, tried a hand at magic
But we couldn't make us disappear
Not a day goes by I don't wish I had you
So in a way, I'm glad you're still here
It's a bittersweet victory
Lovin' the ghost in front of me
Now I can't laugh, can't cry
And I can't run, can't hide
What do I gotta do
What do I gotta do to keep you
What do I gotta do to keep you from
doing this to me?
I wrote a couple of notes, one in love
one in anger
They're lying there dying in the dresser
drawer
Lived louder than my voice
Struggled through a stranger
He loved me 'til I loved you even more
It' a bittersweet victory
Knowin' someone else wanted me
Now I can't laugh, can't cry
And I can't run, can't hide
You get used to the pain
And numb to the sting
Til you can't feel anything
You tried to explain
But I couldn't hear it
As if your words
were my tears
Flowin' freely
Warm and quiet
From the edges of my eyes
in my ears
Then all that disappears
Now I can't laugh, can't cry
And I can't run, can't hide
Now I can't laugh, can't cry
And I can't run, can't hide
What do I gotta do
What do I gotta do to keep
What do I gotta do to keep you from
doing this to me
I suppose this just goes to show that no one can fully and truly say "No one knows how I am feeling." Emotions are varied and vast, but there is that chance that someone is going through the very same experience as you and they could know the very beats of your heart.
It's recalling things like this that make me snuggle a little bit closer into Mike's embrace.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Verbal Weigh-in
Ahh . . . week two is done and my weight is down, though for now it is still just a recovery mission as I attempt to repair the damage the summer has brought with it's bbq's and boozy goodness. I continue to amp up the exercise and feel myself being more energized throughout the length of the workout. It's kind of crazy that I am becoming this girl who looks forward to workouts and salads and Gardenburgers. Not because they are "diet" things, because this isn't a diet. It's a lifestyle change. And each time I attempt to change it, a little more sticks.
I tried on that pair of jeans my mom got me for my birthday that still have the tags on them. I was a bit depressed when I couldn't get them buttoned without muffin top spilling over, but they were buttoned and when I stopped and looked at the tag, I saw they were a size smaller than I thought they were. So technically, I can fit into size 10's, but it ain't a pretty sight. We'll try those again in ten pounds and see if there are better results.
The weekends are the hardest, when I have time on my hands and the kitchen seven feet away. Oh, and a husband who likes meat and potato meals. Like tonight's Meat Loaf and smashed potatoes. But after using the hand WW online tool for recipe building (and recipe points breakdown), I opted to drop the number of points per serving for our Meatloaf recipe for Turkey and even Mr. Meat and Potatoes himself liked it.
Now I just need to get him turned onto Gardenburgers. They really are delicious.
I tried on that pair of jeans my mom got me for my birthday that still have the tags on them. I was a bit depressed when I couldn't get them buttoned without muffin top spilling over, but they were buttoned and when I stopped and looked at the tag, I saw they were a size smaller than I thought they were. So technically, I can fit into size 10's, but it ain't a pretty sight. We'll try those again in ten pounds and see if there are better results.
The weekends are the hardest, when I have time on my hands and the kitchen seven feet away. Oh, and a husband who likes meat and potato meals. Like tonight's Meat Loaf and smashed potatoes. But after using the hand WW online tool for recipe building (and recipe points breakdown), I opted to drop the number of points per serving for our Meatloaf recipe for Turkey and even Mr. Meat and Potatoes himself liked it.
Now I just need to get him turned onto Gardenburgers. They really are delicious.
Friday, August 15, 2008
I'll be your rock, you be my anchor
Oh hi!
I'm around. No, I have not been sucked dry from the heat or beaten down by the multitude of pedicures people have been requesting this week or been entirely and utterly drawn into the Olympics (though they are probably the most riveting thing on television this week and has been primarily what we've been watching here in the Frey household.). I have been pretty preoccupied with staying on track with the diet this week, since like any race, the further you get from the starting line, the more likely you are to lose stamina and wander off course. I could blog about it on here as much as I am writing about it in my paper journal, but I would like to keep you, my beloved readers. I don't want to bore you with how completely OC (obsessive-compulsive) I can be when I really get into all of this.
I have been thinking quite a bit about what kind of a 'look' I want to carry once I am to a point that I need to buy new, smaller clothes and will have this stylish career to dress as well. There are several stores at the top of my list that I want to frequent once I am in a size I feel is worthy of shopping there (because currently, I don't love myself enough to even try on anything in them) and I eagerly look forward to the day I can comfortably shop there.
Tomorrow will be my splurge night, when I will drink up some Sarahbear time and some delicious wine as well, both of which I feel I have earned this week. Sarah is such an amazing, awesome person. There are few people I have ever met that get ME as well as she does, as quickly as she has and she is definitely an anchor who keeps me tethered to who I am when I feel like I am losing myself a bit at school. Being stuck at school every day from 9 am to 8 pm can make you feel a bit isolated from the life you used to know and her text messages throughout the day keep me centered.
All right . . . off to a cool shower and bed. I have school in the morning and the only thing about that which I am looking forward to is the crappy AC they have there. Personally, I'd rather be slathered up in sunblock and hanging out at the pool. But that's just me.
I'm around. No, I have not been sucked dry from the heat or beaten down by the multitude of pedicures people have been requesting this week or been entirely and utterly drawn into the Olympics (though they are probably the most riveting thing on television this week and has been primarily what we've been watching here in the Frey household.). I have been pretty preoccupied with staying on track with the diet this week, since like any race, the further you get from the starting line, the more likely you are to lose stamina and wander off course. I could blog about it on here as much as I am writing about it in my paper journal, but I would like to keep you, my beloved readers. I don't want to bore you with how completely OC (obsessive-compulsive) I can be when I really get into all of this.
I have been thinking quite a bit about what kind of a 'look' I want to carry once I am to a point that I need to buy new, smaller clothes and will have this stylish career to dress as well. There are several stores at the top of my list that I want to frequent once I am in a size I feel is worthy of shopping there (because currently, I don't love myself enough to even try on anything in them) and I eagerly look forward to the day I can comfortably shop there.
Tomorrow will be my splurge night, when I will drink up some Sarahbear time and some delicious wine as well, both of which I feel I have earned this week. Sarah is such an amazing, awesome person. There are few people I have ever met that get ME as well as she does, as quickly as she has and she is definitely an anchor who keeps me tethered to who I am when I feel like I am losing myself a bit at school. Being stuck at school every day from 9 am to 8 pm can make you feel a bit isolated from the life you used to know and her text messages throughout the day keep me centered.
All right . . . off to a cool shower and bed. I have school in the morning and the only thing about that which I am looking forward to is the crappy AC they have there. Personally, I'd rather be slathered up in sunblock and hanging out at the pool. But that's just me.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
LYLAS
I just wanted to take a moment to say how much I love my friends. You all are so incredible and inspiring and creative and fun. I love that my group of friends are so varied and yet, so similar in their brilliance. They all shine so much. Diamonds. I know how lucky I am to have a group of friends like I do.
Ladies, thank you all for being who you are. Knowing you is so sweet.
Ladies, thank you all for being who you are. Knowing you is so sweet.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Tales from the treadmill
It was a unique experience tonight to be the one on the treadmill who was exerting more energy. I got home from school about 8:30 and immediately changed and headed over to the gym to workout. The lights were pretty dim in the gym, so I assumed that no one else was in there, but as I walked in, I was greeted with the eyes and cautious smile of another girl my age walking on my favorite treadmill (really - does it matter? There are only two.). She was strolling and talking on the phone, so I just smiled back and took the other treadmill and started up my gym mix on the iPod.
I had to turn the music up loud enough to mostly drown her out, because I didn't really want to eavesdrop on her conversation (I'm not that kind of girl). It's strange, but having her there made me push myself a little harder, not because I wanted to beat her, but just because someone else was there.
She chatted for awhile and then finally finished up her convo and then pulled open her novel, never really increasing her treadmill.
Yeah. Boring story. But it did make me feel good that I was practically speed walking (a la that Comcast commerical) in next to her. Usually I am the tortoise and everyone else is the hare. Also, I've shaved a minute and a half off of my time!
So . . . just wondering if anyone else has accidentally put an iPod through the wash? I did it last night to Mike's and we are hoping now to see some kind of life in the thing. A few girls at school had promising, similar stories of MP3 players and cellphones that went swimming and returned to the living. I just feel so bad. This is exactly why we don't do each other's laundry. Sad face.
I had to turn the music up loud enough to mostly drown her out, because I didn't really want to eavesdrop on her conversation (I'm not that kind of girl). It's strange, but having her there made me push myself a little harder, not because I wanted to beat her, but just because someone else was there.
She chatted for awhile and then finally finished up her convo and then pulled open her novel, never really increasing her treadmill.
Yeah. Boring story. But it did make me feel good that I was practically speed walking (a la that Comcast commerical) in next to her. Usually I am the tortoise and everyone else is the hare. Also, I've shaved a minute and a half off of my time!
So . . . just wondering if anyone else has accidentally put an iPod through the wash? I did it last night to Mike's and we are hoping now to see some kind of life in the thing. A few girls at school had promising, similar stories of MP3 players and cellphones that went swimming and returned to the living. I just feel so bad. This is exactly why we don't do each other's laundry. Sad face.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Looking forward, looking back
Week one is done, with a sigh of relief and optimism. I stayed within my daily points everyday except for Friday, which was the night of Rondi's birthday party and I feel good about it all. I have spent all week finding healthy alternatives to the meals I made Mike (like an eggwhite omelet and slice of toast to his pancakes and scramby eggs this morning) and can proudly say there is an impressive loss this week.
Tomorrow Mom and I will meet up and spend our day together, starting with our official weekly weigh ins and a good walk somewhere, whether it be the waterfront or a portion of the Discovery Trail. It's definitely easier to do this when you have someone (or someones) doing this with you, every step of the way. Several of the girls at school are doing WW or working on their weight and we can all share ideas and recipes together while trying to ignore the fatty snack filled vending machine in the shampoo room.
When weight starts falling off quickly, my mind does like to jump to the highly improbable, highly imaginative possibility of losing that same amount every week. I do the math and see how quickly I could be at my goal weight, but I know that 1. Weight loss doesn't fall off like that unless there is something seriously wrong and 2. The faster you lose it, the faster you regain it if you aren't careful.
Its a very interesting parallelism between being proud of everything that you do, every goal you reach and every pound (or half) you lose and not looking like you are a gloating b&!*h who is only fishing for compliments. I think anyone who takes their health into their own hands and takes the right steps towards being healthier deserves a pat on the back and a round of applause. But while doing this, I am going to try hard to document and talk openly about it all without making it feel like "Planet Look at me!"
Anyone got any great song suggestions for my gym playlist? Mine current one is getting a bit stale . . .
Tomorrow Mom and I will meet up and spend our day together, starting with our official weekly weigh ins and a good walk somewhere, whether it be the waterfront or a portion of the Discovery Trail. It's definitely easier to do this when you have someone (or someones) doing this with you, every step of the way. Several of the girls at school are doing WW or working on their weight and we can all share ideas and recipes together while trying to ignore the fatty snack filled vending machine in the shampoo room.
When weight starts falling off quickly, my mind does like to jump to the highly improbable, highly imaginative possibility of losing that same amount every week. I do the math and see how quickly I could be at my goal weight, but I know that 1. Weight loss doesn't fall off like that unless there is something seriously wrong and 2. The faster you lose it, the faster you regain it if you aren't careful.
Its a very interesting parallelism between being proud of everything that you do, every goal you reach and every pound (or half) you lose and not looking like you are a gloating b&!*h who is only fishing for compliments. I think anyone who takes their health into their own hands and takes the right steps towards being healthier deserves a pat on the back and a round of applause. But while doing this, I am going to try hard to document and talk openly about it all without making it feel like "Planet Look at me!"
Anyone got any great song suggestions for my gym playlist? Mine current one is getting a bit stale . . .
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Why do I want this so badly???
1. Because I don't want to cringe when I see myself:
A. Naked in a mirror
B. Fat in a picture
C. Unable to fit into a cute piece of clothing
2. Because I have too many cute things in my closet I want to wear.
3. Because being happier with myself means being happier with many aspects of my life.
4. Because I don't really like wearing control top underwear or Spanx.
5. Because I want to be thin before I get fat with a pregnancy.
6. Becase I have a box of skimpy underwear I put away years ago, before I ever even met Mike. He deserves to see me in them.
7. Because if I do it, I'll be an inspiration to others in my life who want to lose weight with me.
8. Because I want to look damn good at my high school reunion next year.
9. Because feeling fit and healthy is much better then chocolate, french fries and cheesy bread.
10. Because I am determined to be as hot as my best friends.
11. Because I am sick of shopping for size 12, 14 or XL when an 8, 10 or medium could fit me.
12. So I don't have to do the arm pose or head tilting to look thinner in pictures.
13. Because so many articles of clothing I currently wear would look better on me a little looser.
14. Because there is something so empowering about seeing:
A. Before and After shots
B. Clothes fitting that didn't before
C. The numbers on the scale get lower.
15. Because I can only hide under winter layers for so long.
16. Because standing all day will be easier on my body if I weighed less.
17. Because there are so many foods out there that are tasty and healthy.
18. Because I want to finally fulfill this particular New Year Resolution.
19. Because who doesn't love to hear compliments of how thin/skinny/good they look?
20. Because Mom has put off a family portrait too many years in hopes of us losing weight.
21. Because WW meetings are fun when you don't have to pay for them.
22. Because deep down, I'd love to try on my wedding dress and have it be way too big.
23. Because there is that picture of my mother I would love to look like when I reach that age (I still can!).
24. Because I have been promising myself I would "someday" achieve this for too long.
25. Because I don't want to live my whole adult life feeling fat.
26. Because I deserve to see what my husband sees in me.
27. Because the less I weigh before pregnancy, the less I'll weigh at the end of it.
28. Because if one of the few things we can control in life is our weight, I should be in correct control of my own.
29. Because if I ever meet Mike's co-workers, I want him to be proud of a hot, thin, beautiful wife.
30. Because continually improving myself mind, body and soul is a great path to be on.
A. Naked in a mirror
B. Fat in a picture
C. Unable to fit into a cute piece of clothing
2. Because I have too many cute things in my closet I want to wear.
3. Because being happier with myself means being happier with many aspects of my life.
4. Because I don't really like wearing control top underwear or Spanx.
5. Because I want to be thin before I get fat with a pregnancy.
6. Becase I have a box of skimpy underwear I put away years ago, before I ever even met Mike. He deserves to see me in them.
7. Because if I do it, I'll be an inspiration to others in my life who want to lose weight with me.
8. Because I want to look damn good at my high school reunion next year.
9. Because feeling fit and healthy is much better then chocolate, french fries and cheesy bread.
10. Because I am determined to be as hot as my best friends.
11. Because I am sick of shopping for size 12, 14 or XL when an 8, 10 or medium could fit me.
12. So I don't have to do the arm pose or head tilting to look thinner in pictures.
13. Because so many articles of clothing I currently wear would look better on me a little looser.
14. Because there is something so empowering about seeing:
A. Before and After shots
B. Clothes fitting that didn't before
C. The numbers on the scale get lower.
15. Because I can only hide under winter layers for so long.
16. Because standing all day will be easier on my body if I weighed less.
17. Because there are so many foods out there that are tasty and healthy.
18. Because I want to finally fulfill this particular New Year Resolution.
19. Because who doesn't love to hear compliments of how thin/skinny/good they look?
20. Because Mom has put off a family portrait too many years in hopes of us losing weight.
21. Because WW meetings are fun when you don't have to pay for them.
22. Because deep down, I'd love to try on my wedding dress and have it be way too big.
23. Because there is that picture of my mother I would love to look like when I reach that age (I still can!).
24. Because I have been promising myself I would "someday" achieve this for too long.
25. Because I don't want to live my whole adult life feeling fat.
26. Because I deserve to see what my husband sees in me.
27. Because the less I weigh before pregnancy, the less I'll weigh at the end of it.
28. Because if one of the few things we can control in life is our weight, I should be in correct control of my own.
29. Because if I ever meet Mike's co-workers, I want him to be proud of a hot, thin, beautiful wife.
30. Because continually improving myself mind, body and soul is a great path to be on.
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