I AM SOOOOO COUNTING THIS!

At exactly 5:57 AM, standing in only my underwear (sorry), I stepped on the scale and read the number 155! Yes I realize most of it was the loss of water weight from eating all those dang tortilla chips this past weekend, but I don't care. Could it be a malfunction of my scale? I don't care! I'm counting it and I'm getting a pedicure! So there! :P

Three Random Things...

Its driving me nuts that I am putting these items into one big post, because I am obsessive/compulsive, and feel they need their own separate posts, but I have laundry to put away and chicken in a crock pot that is rotting on the counter as we speak. Time is of the essence. So here we go...

1. I go though phases of what works for me. At one point, the only way I could drink 64 ounces of water each day was to have it in a cold bottled form. I'd buy the biggest case of water bottles that I could and store ALL of them on one shelf in my frig. (Told you...obessive/compulsive :P) But then I found myself gradually moving out of that phase. I'd end up finding five million half empty (or half full) bottles laying all over the place. It was gross. I had no idea how old the water was from one bottle to the next. They'd all end up filling the dogs' water dish. Then I realized "The dogs are drinking more bottled water than I am!" Well now I've discovered something new that is working obscenely well for me. Its weird. I can effortlessly drink almost all of my 64 ounces of water as long as it comes in a glass. Not just any glass though, a Coca-Cola glass I got for free at McDonald's. Huh? It holds the same amount of water at the bottle, or as the other kind of glass sitting right next to it on the shelf. But for some reason, that Coca-Cola glass manages to get me to drink may daily amount of water without any complaint. I don't get it, but I'm accepting it.

2. I've started back on my Trim Spa. Its that supplement that Anna Nicole Smith took and lost all that weight, and then there was a big scandal because they found out she didn't really take it, and then she died (not from the Trim Spa, silly!), and then Trim Spa got sued for false advertising, and then they were forced to pay everyone who bought some an amount of money, and I got a check for like $6. But guess what? I never cashed that check. Wanna know why? Because Trim Spa worked for me! Yup! Remember back in my first post when I turned 25 and my metabolism turned on me like an evil twin, and I exploded? Trim Spa, and a good diet, and some reasonable exercise, and 3 months later, I was 30 POUNDS lighter! You can't just take the pills and lay on the couch and wait to get skinny, which is what I think people did. It didn't work, they got bitter, and did what most bitter people do...blame some one else and sue the living crap out of them. But it worked for me, and I'm hoping it'll work again. I just need to remember to take it three times a day! Here's even an interesting article I found!

3. I have rediscovered my loving for kickboxing. Basically, I have rediscovered my love for throwing punches and kicks in time to fast music. Around the time I started losing the weight last time, I had the Kindergarten Class from Hell. Don't get me wrong, we did just fine that year, and by the end of the year we all still had love for each other. But almost everyday, it was a test of my patience and devotion to teaching. Thankfully, my husband bought one of the coolest things for my birthday...a punching bag. A real one, one that hung from the beams in the ceiling and needed boxing gloves to use. I made a CD of what I called my "angry music" to listen to. To most people, angry music might be by the band Korn or Tool. My angry music was "Hit Em High" from the Space Jam soundtrack or "Humans Being" by Van Halen from the Twister soundtrack. Might be a little soft for some, but it pumped me up, errrr! Everyday, after school, I'd come home, turn on my "angry music" (errr!) and beat the leaving crap out of that punching bag. It saved the children from reintroducing capital punishment in schools, and save me a trip to jail. This time around, I discovered some kickboxing videos on Netflix and as I did one this morning, it occurred to me, "Oh yeah! I do like throwing punches! I do like kicking into the air and pretending someone was standing there!" So now I'm on a mission to Netflix every kick boxing video I can find!

Told you...random thoughts. Here's another one...I wonder how much I'll weigh tomorrow morning?

So much for that...

I was feeling pretty good about myself this week. Drank my 64 ounces of water for a few days in a row, ate lots of veggies, very little carbs, lost some pounds. So I rewarded myself last night and tonight with some fruit drizzled in chocolate. Then I saw this...




















That would be crazy "Octomom" with a stomach flatter than mine. I've had one kid, she's had 14. Thaaaaaaaat's just greeeattt! Excuse me while I go binge on some fudge now.

Empowered

I'm feeling rather empowered today. I feel good about being able to get up and exercise this morning. I feel good about the food I've put in my body today. (I WALKED AWAY FROM THE NUTTERBUTTERS! WOO HOO!) I feel good about the weight I've lost (3.5 lbs) and that I'm geting closer to that 5 pound reward. I feel good about ordering my Trim Spa at a REALLY good discount. (I know I promised a post about that stuff, another time). Things are starting to click, a schedule is starting to work. I'm feeling good, feeling empowered!

My day...

• I actually lost a pound since yesterday :)
• Nutterbutters are of the devil :(
• I ate a large salad for lunch :)
• I had no fruit or veggie at dinner :(
• I drank 64 ounces of water :)

I lost it! I lost it!

OK, despite my MickeyD's mishap, I still lost a little poundage! Knowing my luck, it'll go back up in 3 minutes, but I'm writing it down right now! Woo Hoo!

I fell off the wagon...

Sometimes I wonder what is wrong with my brain. I literally seem to only be able to focus on one thing at a time. I can only focus on being a good mom, or I can only focus on exercising, or I can only focus on repainting my kitchen cabinets. That's what happened this week. I was repainting my cabinets and had no kitchen so that meant eating out three meals a day! The first day I did good driving by the McDonald's next to the hardware store, but 2 days in a row was just too much. But thinking back on it, I did better than a normal MickeyD's meal of bacon and egg biscuit, hash browns, and an OJ. I had a yogurt parfait and part of Wyatt's biscuit sandwich. Still, I was disappointed in myself. I was hoping to post my weigh in weight every Monday, but I'm not so sure there will be enough of a change, which might frustrate me. We'll see though. I'll do my best to start over tomorrow!

I did really good!

This is what I want to look like when I jog.

This is what I feel like when I jog.

Today was a very good day! Jogged most of my route. That hill in the park that leads up to Pueblo Vista is going to kill me. 2 dogs and a jogging stroller, oye! My thighs were screaming out in agony today. I love my park! I've been walking there almost every morning (Thank you Duke and Da Vinci) that I see the same people just about everyday. It was good to have witnesses to my jogging! At least someone knew I was doing it! I even bought a new exercise outfit from the clearance rack at Target to keep me motivated. I figure if I look like a hot and fit jogger, then I'll become one eventually.

I got a real bad case of the munchies this afternoon but I fought it off with Crystal Light and some sugar-free gum. I even had a salad for lunch and elk burgers, a salad, and sauteed mushrooms for dinner. I met my 5+ Veggies and fruit for the day! That one and 64 oz. of water seemed to be the hard goals for me to meet everyday, but I'm trying. I'm going to bed early. For the next 2 days, I'll be tackling re-painting my kitchen cabinets. How many calories will that burn?

REWARDS!

You might have noticed that I plan to reward myself every time I lose a certain amount of weight, but I'm having trouble thinking of some rewards that aren't food based, or centered around scrapbooking. (Can you see what my world usually revolves around?) Leave me a comment of what you would like as a reward. I need some new ideas.

For the record...

160.5 lbs, didn't drink enough water, but did eat my 5+ fruits and veggies AND jogged most of my route today, was able to take a quick nap this afternoon and play with Wyatt's friends (and mommies) in the neighborhood. I'm doing my best to stay active.

Oye! What the Freak Happened?

When I started my pre-teens, my face, my thighs, and my bum chubbed out like Violet Beauregaurde, the gum chewing chick from Willy Wonka. And as any good, supportive father would, my father nicked named me "Big Bum Som." That's right. I have been "Big Bum Som" ever since. I was not obese by any means, but I always had some chub to me. I slimmed down in the last part of high school and during college. During this time, I started walking everyday. I started creating an easy habit of simple daily exercise, and though I was never super skinny, I could eat my reasonable snacks, or raid my chocolate stash, and not blow up like a balloon. Then I turned 25 and my metabolism crashed! Before I knew it, I had gone from 135 pounds to 162 pounds. Then Byron surprised me one Xmas with a Caribbean cruise in March. Say what???? You want me to walk around a boat feeling like a pig! No Way! I knew I needed to do something. So I ordered some Trim Spa (another post), started jogging instead of walking, took an extra 10 minutes to do another form of exercise, drank a ton of water, and STOPPED snacking all together. I lost 30 pounds in 3 months, and was a slim and fit little thing in time for my cruise. I felt great. I was paid compliments. I got to go shopping for my new clothes! Lots of fun!

Well, time went by. Fertility treatments began. I'm trying to be careful not to blame my weight gain on my fertility treatments, but when you are in the middle of that crap, sleep is more important than waking up at 5 AM to run, and finding comfort in a creamy dark chocolate candy bar after a progesterone in oil injection was more important than skipping that 3:30 PM snack. Well, thankfully, I became pregnant with my sweet wonderful boy Wyatt. And we all know how that pregnancy went. Nothing like creating a habit of laziness by being put on 2 months of mandatory bed rest! Surprisingly enough, I lost most of the weight after having Wyatt. I slimmed down to 133 pounds and was feeling pretty good about myself. Guess that terrible stomach flu 2 weeks after Wyatt was born was good for something! ;)

Lets move on to present day. I'm pushing 160 again. Why? I've got some thoughts. Becoming a stay at home mom with a frig to look at everyday. Eating chicken nuggets for lunch because why in the world would I make 2 separate lunches? A failed fertility treatment, not to mention 5 shots of more progesterone in oil for absolutely no reason. Being pulled in every direction for church and family obligations, so that there leaves no time for working out. And how about the big reason, I just plan don't care! :P

Problem is, I'm not comfortable in my own skin right now. The rolls of fat on my back make it uncomfortable to sit. I can feel the fat in my chubby cheeks every time I wash my face. My jackets don't fit around my arms, and I have to do that squat move after I put on my jeans to stretch out the thigh section! Its time to do something about it! Its time to lose some weight.

My goal for this blog is to journal the process. Its hard for me to see any change, especially when the scale stays the same, or worse, the number gets bigger. One post might be a rant about how hungry I am. Another might just be what my scale said that morning. I might blog about the extra 5 minutes I jogged. Or I might post about how I fell off the carb wagon. I will post goals and create time lines. I will feel comfortable in my skin again.