Two weight loss posts in one week? I know, I know, I don’t want to beat this chunky horse to death, but after yesterday’s post when I went on and on about how hard it is to lose weight and how it took me nearly two years, buckets of tears, and more than one program (Medifast is what I’m trying after also doing Weight Watchers,
Perspective. It’s hard to maintain. Especially, in the face of challenge. Leading a healthy, fit life has been a constant one for me. My daily struggle… Say no to cookie. Think for hours about cookie. Eat a salad to keep my mind off of cookie. Lick cookie. Give cookie to dog. Eat a miniscule square of dark chocolate. Look at cookie on Pinterest. Say eff
Since this has been like the worst winter ever, fitness has taken a back seat to other things in my life. Like baking copious amounts of cookies to keep the fam happy on their numerous consecutive snow days. And then, eating mostly all of those cookies myself in dough form to keep from going insane during those aforementioned snow days. Now, combine my dramatically increased
If Google landed you on my page today because of a search you did for how to lose weight fast, or drop 10lbs this week or something equally ridiculous, we need to have a talk. First, unless you are a professional boxer, or wrestler, or some other highly skilled athlete who needs to be ready for a competitive activity with a weight qualification of some
“If you get me a dog, I’ll finally have someone to exercise with.” Liar, liar, pants on fire. But, those were the words I said to DudeDad over and over and over again, for months straight, in an attempt to convince him we needed a puppy. Eventually it was, “Fine, you’re right, we don’t need a puppy. We need another baby instead! I want a
Gym style is one of those things that many of us kind of view as an after thought. You think, ah yeah, gonna rock that cruddy, free t-shirt I got from the orthodontist last summer and my trusty old yoga pants. Throw on the shoes I use to work in the yard. Rock the granny panties. Steal a pair of crew socks from my son.
When I decided to get in shape last year I was pretty much doing it for myself. I couldn’t be this person anymore… I wanted to feel better. I wanted to live longer. I wanted to look cuter in the dresses at H&M. I wanted to never be “The Fat Mom” at soccer again. I wanted to be able to have a long, full, active
I cried when my Zumba teacher quit. Literally. I could barely finish the class on beat before the tears spilled out and mixed with the sweat on my face. I called the hubs the moment I got in the car. My hicupping-sniffly voice confused him and, instead of, “MyZumbaTeacherQuit!” he heard, “MyZumbaTshirtSplit!” He should have been commiserating with me but instead, he laughed. Out loud.
It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve talked hardest-life-change-ever fitness with you guys. Traveling, end of school festivities, work, and all manner of things have gotten in the way of it. But, it’s not like I haven’t been working out. I still hit the gym numerous times during the week. Zumba is so my jam. I still do Revolt Fitness when I can’t get