Showing posts with label My losing streak. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My losing streak. Show all posts

Friday, September 21, 2012

I am kicking Friday's ass so far...

  • Woke up, got out of bed and saw the cute little pile of cat puke just outside of my bedroom door BEFORE I stepped in it (a gift for locking them out of my bedroom for the night).
Nice try, bitches
  •  Made an impromptu decision to step on the scale. I HAVE LOST JUST UNDER 10 POUNDS SINCE STARTING PALEO
Nooooo shit!
  •  Cooked this delicious breakfast for myself in under 5 minutes (eggs, spinach and tomatoes sauteed with coconut oil, sliced tomato on the side)
 

  • Drove all the way to work with less than no gas, hoping to save 30 cents per gallon at the Stop and Shop gas station.
Nailed it
  •  I think pixelated Hulk Hogan says it best: 
 

Saturday, September 8, 2012

The day I drank the Kool-Aid


A friend of mine recently started the Whole 30, which is essentially a slightly stricter version of the Paleo, or Caveman, diet. (If you are unfamiliar with this diet/philosophy, please feel free to research it on your own…I won’t be going into the whole background of it here).
I’ve been listening to her daily updates, doing some research about Paleo in general, and (as expected) getting hit with resistance, disbelief and sarcastic comments from anyone I try to speak to about trying it. I’m sure many of you who have ‘gone Paleo’ have had a similar experience. It’s not surprising, really…it’s a rather extreme concept when you’re used to eating ‘normal’ food and drinking on a regular basis.
Concurrently, I’ve been feeling for months that I’m being a complete douche to my body. Here it is, doing all of these incredible things daily to keep me alive and moving, and yet I continue to put it on the couch or my desk chair for hours on end. I do my hair and makeup and make sure my clothes are doing the best they can to camouflage any unsightly bulges or blemishes, but my insides get no such kind treatment. Instead, my muscles, lungs and heart are neglected. Rather than allowing them to work, strain and build themselves up to be even stronger, I leave them stagnant. My liver, which has so many important jobs to perform, is being taxed continuously with shit food, chemicals and more alcohol than it probably knows what to do with.  
Now, I’m far from being an earthy-crunchy environmentalist who feels the need to rage against the audacity of the government for not providing the nourishment needed to sustain a healthy lifestyle. I fully understand that choices need to be made on a personal and individual basis, and I take responsibility only for myself.
That being said, I think I’m going to drink the proverbial Kool-Aid and dive in. In one month, research tells me that my body will have refrained from using boosts of sugar or caffeine for energy. It will start to function as it was intended, and I will feel stronger and cleaner. I know it’s extreme and it will be met with resistance and debate, and for that reason I will be doing my best to keep it to myself and my blog. I will address things on an ‘as needed’ basis in social situations. I will not burden those around me with my struggles, mainly because I don’t want them to feel guilty about eating any of the things I can not. 
It’s just a month.
If I hate it, it was just a month.
A month.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Weigh-in

What a whirlwind of a weekend! Friday night was a favorite, with back-to-back experiences with two  awesome dudes. (Wait...did I just say that?) Lemme clarify. First, I stopped on my way home from work for my first snugglefest with my new Godson Z...he's amazing. He farted in my hand. Sigh...I'm in love.

THEN, I was about two minutes from home and Ry called..."Are you almost home? Do you want steak and shrimp for dinner?" Ummm, does a bear shit in the woods? YEAH I want steak and shrimp for dinner. So I got home to a perfectly cooked filet, shrimp sauteed in a butter-garlic-cream-mustard-lemon-wine-yum sauce, asparagus and edamame beans. Paired it with a nice glass of red and I was in happyland.

I drank lots of water, went to bed and dreamed skinny dreams. (You have to do this before weigh-in or else last week's situation is bound to happen). I got up at 8 and showed C25K W3D3 (do I have to keep spelling it out, or are you on the run train with me now?) who owned it. Used my new YakTrax (phenomenal) and ventured out in the 13 degree weather. It was awesome. Not too cold actually, and maybe it was the YakTrax and/or the cushioning of the snow, but my shins didn't hurt that bad! Bonus.

Then...here's the part you've probably skipped ahead to...I picked up my mama and off we went to Weight Watchers. Stepped on the scale with a hopeful grin (I worked my ASS off last week, yo!) annnndddd.....

I lost 3.2 pounds!!!! (insert glorious triumphant trumpets sounding here). I'm quite thrilled with myself, and looking forward to another stellar week. Particularly after that Patriots game last night. Ew.