It's been an exciting week.
E. coli-laced smoothie.
Roof leak resulting in walls, floor, and ceiling torn out.
Turning my expander for the first time- a bizarre throwback to medieval torture if there ever was one.
And ending with a lovely bout of influenza.
The latter being the reason I didn't post on Saturday.
But it's not been without it's perks. Food just hasn't been. . .appetizing. Applesauce and Gatorade have been the food du jour. Except I was really adventurous and had some mac 'n' cheese yesterday and yogurt today.
I weighed myself this morning:
198.0 lbs
12 pounds down from when I first started this blog.
I still haven't been exercising, though. And it's not going to happen this week either. I would say I'm "weak as a kitten" but my kittens are freakishly strong. . .but I'm sure you get the point. I know it's not wise to push when sick. That's just asking for more trouble.
It's frustrating, though. My head's finally in a place where I feel ready to follow through on my committment to excerise and I'm now two weeks behind in my Ragnar training. Ugh.
BUT. . .
I will not let it stop me.
I will return victorious next week.
I just need to remember "slow and steady". It may not win this race, but it will allow me to finish. Without dying.
Because. . .
I don't want to die.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Saturday, February 9, 2013
*forehead smack*
I don't even know where to begin. . .
I guess I owe everyone a Diet Coke. Except it's all gone. Seconds after I put it in the faculty room. Every last bottle and can. The vultures. I didn't even have a chance to look back in that lingering, nostalgic movie way.
The daily exercising just didn't happen. Correction: I didn't make the exercise happen. It was Parent-Teacher Conference week and I thought it was a good excuse not to exercise. I took that excuse and ran with it. . .uhhhhh. . .sat with it. And ate some food with it, too. Apparently, a lot of it. . .and I don't even remember what. But I do remember that by Wednesday I was all the way back up to 206. That was a wake-up call. As of today?
203.8
Up 0.2 pounds from last week.
I am NOT giving up, though. I'm committing again to a week of 30 minutes of exercise. It's going to happen. It will.
My wise sister commented last week.
And I copy and paste: "Every re-commitment makes your resolve stronger than before. Also, as we teach in rehab: You haven't lost all the progress you made before your lapse. There is no starting from the beginning again. There is only continuing on in the direction you are pointing in the moment...I am so. wise." <---see, she's so wise. And if she's right, pretty soon I'll have resolve of steel. And then, maybe, I will have buns of steel to match.
I did get some exercise in Thursday and Friday, though. So, it was an improvement over last week. I pulled about a zillion staples from my brother's floor so he can get new floor put in. I sweated, therefore I exercised. And weird muscles hurt.
So, new topic.
Thursday I got braces.
It's my new diet tool. It's super-effective. It's how I lost 2.2 lbs in just two days! Call now for your free trial. . .no, don't. Nothing's free and braces are semi-permanent, okay?
So many of my food-related problems are non-issues. . .for the time being. So many no-nos involved with braces. And since I'm forking out several thousand dollars (lousy dental insurance doesn't cover ADULT orthodontics. . .grrr) I will follow the Orthodontal Commandments religiously. So, I'm cutting out candy, soda, chips, and other things on the no-no list.
Along with the braces, I got an expander. Which makes eating even more complicated. Unless it's liquidy or puddiningy it gets stuck on top of the expander. And I can't stand it. So, even once the discomfort of the braces subsides food that requires masticating will be avoided. I've mentioned before that I'm a creature of convenience. And it is highly inconvenient to have to try to suck food from the top of my expander. And it NEVER all comes out. I have to swish my mouth with water 37 times before it feels even halfway normal.
So, it is now a diet of liquidy and puddingy consistencies. Smoothies. Yogurt. Pudding cups. Pureed soups. Applesauce.
I am now forced to plan ahead with my eating.
All in all, despite this throwback to teen awkwardness, I do believe these braces will be highly effective for my teeth AND waistline.
I guess I owe everyone a Diet Coke. Except it's all gone. Seconds after I put it in the faculty room. Every last bottle and can. The vultures. I didn't even have a chance to look back in that lingering, nostalgic movie way.
The daily exercising just didn't happen. Correction: I didn't make the exercise happen. It was Parent-Teacher Conference week and I thought it was a good excuse not to exercise. I took that excuse and ran with it. . .uhhhhh. . .sat with it. And ate some food with it, too. Apparently, a lot of it. . .and I don't even remember what. But I do remember that by Wednesday I was all the way back up to 206. That was a wake-up call. As of today?
203.8
Up 0.2 pounds from last week.
I am NOT giving up, though. I'm committing again to a week of 30 minutes of exercise. It's going to happen. It will.
My wise sister commented last week.
And I copy and paste: "Every re-commitment makes your resolve stronger than before. Also, as we teach in rehab: You haven't lost all the progress you made before your lapse. There is no starting from the beginning again. There is only continuing on in the direction you are pointing in the moment...I am so. wise." <---see, she's so wise. And if she's right, pretty soon I'll have resolve of steel. And then, maybe, I will have buns of steel to match.
I did get some exercise in Thursday and Friday, though. So, it was an improvement over last week. I pulled about a zillion staples from my brother's floor so he can get new floor put in. I sweated, therefore I exercised. And weird muscles hurt.
So, new topic.
Thursday I got braces.
It's my new diet tool. It's super-effective. It's how I lost 2.2 lbs in just two days! Call now for your free trial. . .no, don't. Nothing's free and braces are semi-permanent, okay?
So many of my food-related problems are non-issues. . .for the time being. So many no-nos involved with braces. And since I'm forking out several thousand dollars (lousy dental insurance doesn't cover ADULT orthodontics. . .grrr) I will follow the Orthodontal Commandments religiously. So, I'm cutting out candy, soda, chips, and other things on the no-no list.
Along with the braces, I got an expander. Which makes eating even more complicated. Unless it's liquidy or puddiningy it gets stuck on top of the expander. And I can't stand it. So, even once the discomfort of the braces subsides food that requires masticating will be avoided. I've mentioned before that I'm a creature of convenience. And it is highly inconvenient to have to try to suck food from the top of my expander. And it NEVER all comes out. I have to swish my mouth with water 37 times before it feels even halfway normal.
So, it is now a diet of liquidy and puddingy consistencies. Smoothies. Yogurt. Pudding cups. Pureed soups. Applesauce.
I am now forced to plan ahead with my eating.
All in all, despite this throwback to teen awkwardness, I do believe these braces will be highly effective for my teeth AND waistline.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Hugs and Kisses. . .Noooooooooooooo!!!!!
A few months ago I unwittingly set in motion a terrible chain of events that led to a week of. . .wait, no. . .
Let me just get the numbers over with. And then I'll explain.
Ummm. . .
203.6
Up 0.8 pounds.
I was sooooooo surprised. . .
that it wasn't more.
Because this week was the best week for me.
Because this week was the worst week for me.
It was. . .TEACHER APPRECIATION WEEK!!!!!!!!!
Whichever PTA mom decided to move our school's teacher appreciation week to the last week of January was a GENIUS!!!! And I'm not even being sarcastic. Personally, January is the ABSOLUTE WORST month EVER. After 34 of them I think I would know, right? And this one was possibly the suckiest on record.
So, when I walked up to my classroom door on Monday and saw my super-cool room mom door, I was so excited. I had completely spaced that this week was THE WEEK. And at my last school THE WEEK was always like any other week. Which was okay. Especially since it made this year so much more special. I had no idea what I was in store for.
Let's take a trip in the wayback machine. . .September. In my mail slot was a form from the PTA. It was a "getting to know you" type thing. I made the mistake of answering the questions honestly. What is your favorite candy? Hershey's Hugs and Kisses. What is your favorite treat? Chocolate chip cookies and brownies. What is your favorite drink? Diet Coke.
Fast forward to last week. Guess what showed up in my sweet 3rd graders' hands? Everyday.
Monday I showed great restraint. I ate the caramel-filled homemade brownie during recess and drank only half of the 20 oz Diet Coke. I even exercised that night. But then. . .
It just kept coming.
By Wednesday, alone, the Diet Coke at my desk and on the floor totaled to one 2-liter bottle, eight 20-oz. bottles, two 16-oz. bottles, and three 12-oz cans. The Hershey kisses and hugs? 6-freakin-pounds. And then the dozen chocolate chip cookies. And more sugary, fatty treats.
Tuesday and Wednesday I shamefully admit to delicious gluttony. Which of course made me sluggish and whiny when it came to exercising. Thursday and Friday I did a little better. And I am happy to admit that by the time of this publication I never want to see another hug or kiss again. And any thought of sugar makes me queasy. So, there's my silver lining, right?
Now, what to do with all that Diet Coke? Any takers?
So, even though the week was a nutritional bust, it was amazingly awesome in the morale department. Hands down the best Teacher Appreciation Week since my days at Central.
So with the candy safely disposed of in my student stash and the Diet Coke going into the faculty fridge, I think I can safely and confidently re-commit to making nutritionally responsible food choices and exercising at least 30-minutes Monday-Saturday. For reals. I promise. If I don't, well. . . .I'll owe you a Diet Coke.
Let me just get the numbers over with. And then I'll explain.
Ummm. . .
203.6
Up 0.8 pounds.
I was sooooooo surprised. . .
that it wasn't more.
Because this week was the best week for me.
Because this week was the worst week for me.
It was. . .TEACHER APPRECIATION WEEK!!!!!!!!!
Whichever PTA mom decided to move our school's teacher appreciation week to the last week of January was a GENIUS!!!! And I'm not even being sarcastic. Personally, January is the ABSOLUTE WORST month EVER. After 34 of them I think I would know, right? And this one was possibly the suckiest on record.
So, when I walked up to my classroom door on Monday and saw my super-cool room mom door, I was so excited. I had completely spaced that this week was THE WEEK. And at my last school THE WEEK was always like any other week. Which was okay. Especially since it made this year so much more special. I had no idea what I was in store for.
Let's take a trip in the wayback machine. . .September. In my mail slot was a form from the PTA. It was a "getting to know you" type thing. I made the mistake of answering the questions honestly. What is your favorite candy? Hershey's Hugs and Kisses. What is your favorite treat? Chocolate chip cookies and brownies. What is your favorite drink? Diet Coke.
Fast forward to last week. Guess what showed up in my sweet 3rd graders' hands? Everyday.
Monday I showed great restraint. I ate the caramel-filled homemade brownie during recess and drank only half of the 20 oz Diet Coke. I even exercised that night. But then. . .
It just kept coming.
By Wednesday, alone, the Diet Coke at my desk and on the floor totaled to one 2-liter bottle, eight 20-oz. bottles, two 16-oz. bottles, and three 12-oz cans. The Hershey kisses and hugs? 6-freakin-pounds. And then the dozen chocolate chip cookies. And more sugary, fatty treats.
Tuesday and Wednesday I shamefully admit to delicious gluttony. Which of course made me sluggish and whiny when it came to exercising. Thursday and Friday I did a little better. And I am happy to admit that by the time of this publication I never want to see another hug or kiss again. And any thought of sugar makes me queasy. So, there's my silver lining, right?
Now, what to do with all that Diet Coke? Any takers?
So, even though the week was a nutritional bust, it was amazingly awesome in the morale department. Hands down the best Teacher Appreciation Week since my days at Central.
So with the candy safely disposed of in my student stash and the Diet Coke going into the faculty fridge, I think I can safely and confidently re-commit to making nutritionally responsible food choices and exercising at least 30-minutes Monday-Saturday. For reals. I promise. If I don't, well. . . .I'll owe you a Diet Coke.
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