OK. So it's like a freaking broken record on this bloggy. I say I'm going to stop with the sugar.....and 3 months later I just mowed down a sleeve of Thin Mints.....and don't feel thin at all. Or, I say that I'm going to start running again......then realize that the amount of time my tennis shoes have graced the conveyor belt of death is shorter than a fat kid playing dodge ball. It's sad people. Real sad.
So what's prompted this new 'starting over' plan????
The fact that I've been working out at least 4 times a week for months now and the scale has dropped a dramatic 2 lbs. Stupid flat chested bitch scale. Yes, I blame inanimate objects. It's fine.
You'd think with how much I work out that I'd be a skinny little bitch by now. But nope. Not so much. I'm just a slightly overweight and superbly unhealthy bitch. Awesomesauce.
Shockingly, I'm surmising that my diet is absolutely the culprit. When you work out for an hour or more at a time, then go home and stuff your hole with 3 tortillas loaded with melted cheese and wash it down with a bag of double stuffed Oreos, your waistline isn't going to shrink. It's going to expand to look like a hippo stuffed into size 2 skinny jeans.
There are 10 weeks left until Memorial Weekend, which is the start to summer (for me). D-Day for bikini season. I need to get my shit together. I mean, it's been almost 7 months since I gave birth to Dillyn, and I've still got 10lbs to go to pre-baby weight. And really, I'd like to lose another 10 on top of that. Or at least be able to fit into my size 8 jeans without looking like a busted can of biscuits.
So, here's the plan. I'm going to hit it hard. Not just to lose the weight. But to be healthier. I'm tired of being tired. I'm sick of feeling sick. I've had enough. I've started Dillyn on organic/clean everything. Why not do that for myself too???? There's no excuse not to. There's no excuse period.
#1. EAT CLEAN. No processed crap. No chemically enhanced foods. No quicky boxed dinners. No Thin Mints.
This is going to require me to plan out my meals. It does me no good to buy a bunch of expensive produce, to just throw together a gross hamburger helper meal when I'm in a time crunch. I need to make a 'weekly meal calender' every Sunday and stick with the meals for that week. I also need to pre-make my lunches so there's no excuse to run to Taco Shop and inhale 4 sanchos. This also means that I'm not going to 'give up' a certain item just because it's horrible. For instance, I have an obsession with chocolate. If I try to give it up, I'm just going to binge. But if I find a healthier alternative, I'll allow it, but in moderation. Moderation is the word of the year.
#2. EXERCISE (AT LEAST) 30 MIN/DAY. Every.Day. No excuses.
I can do this.......and more. My 'reach goal' is to get up at 5am and work out at home for 30 min to a video or whatever Monday-Friday. Then to go to the gym right after work. On the weekends, I'm going to commit to at least getting some sort of exercise every day. Either going to the gym, taking the Wyatt and baby girl on a walk, or working in the garden. I need to make this a priority. I feel so much better, and have so much more energy when I exercise, there's no reason not to do it every day.
That's it. Just two 'goals'. Just two 'lifestyle changes'. Simple enough. Easy peezy lemon squeezy.
And it starts today. I've already got on MyFitnessPal again and logged my food so far. And I've got my workout gear for the gym tonight. I need to run to the store to stock up on produce. Then plan meals for the week and make lunches.
Let's do this shit.
(PS: I'll do a 'beginning' post with weight/measurements/pictures and crap to show where i'm 'starting' at. Cross your fingers I get that done tonight.)
I start over constantly. Failure isn't messing up, it is not trying again. Just keep doing it until it takes! :)ReplyDelete
It doesn't matter how many times you start over...just that you do! Love you unicorn!ReplyDelete
Big ol' reset button! Love it! We could keep our happy asses accountable... That might help. I feel like I need a Jillian Michaels type to follow me around and throat punch me when I reach for a Kit Kat. Are you for hire? lol I promise to whip out a bullhorn and hurl threats at you when you say you'll run one night and then don't. Out of love, of course.ReplyDelete