Dear Blank Page, I can’t wait to tell you what I’ve been up to lately. Aside from dropping in to experience the shopping event known as Lilly for Target — just for kicks — I’ve been working on cleaning and organizing bits of my house. No pressure, just small bits. Well, I started with a…
The Bet
I mentioned in my last post that I gave up sugar for the month of April. Giving up sugar means giving up more than sweets; its giving up foods that contain sugar — and there are lots of them. So far, so good. When I wanted chocolate the other night I blended up cocoa powder…
Tomorrow Is Another Day
I awoke today with joy. I felt lighter. Something I should clarify about last night’s post. (other than the fact that I was drugged when I wrote it – so please, Â consider that when critiquing.) Actually, this came up when I was working out with Cheryl this morning. [SHAMELESS PLUG: Â Cheryl is awesome. I would…
I Ate a Bunch of M&Ms
I’ll write fast and fluid because I’m getting a little woozy and heavy lunged from Benedryl. Losing a lot of weight doesn’t lighten everything. I’ve been in a plateau-like place with my weight for the last month – 2 months. I feel stronger. I have better cardio endurance. I think I’m smaller. But, my weight…
In Which There is Self Doubt
I’m at an important point in my “journey.” This is where I usually stall out or backslide. aka FAIL. FAIL FAIL FAIL. FAIL FAIL FAIL. flop. I am determined to push through. I am determined to succeed this time. Right? Am I? I am? The last 2 weeks my motivation and self confidence have been…
I Don’t Wanna
I don’t want to do jump squats today. I keep trying to find a way to get out of them. I’m afraid of them. I’m lazy. I’m tired. I. DON’T. WANNA. But here’s what happens tonight when I try to go to sleep if I don’t do them: “I should have tried. Why didn’t I…
Not Madonna’s Song
36 seconds. That’s how long it took me to bear crawl from one end of the mat to the other. Nothing quite evokes the negative self talk and overall crappy attitude in me quite like the bear crawl. Maybe it’s because it’s awkward. Or it could be because my ass is in the air. Or…
Stop! Hammer Time.
This year March Madness has been something slightly different to me. Now, I still have a bracket for the NCAA tournament (though, after sucking up the first round of the tournament and crumpling my doomed bracket into the bottom of my purse I had slightly less enthusiasm for my beloved competition.) The new, fun twist…
Hi! Remember Me?
So much has happened in my fitness life since I last wrote. I’ve tried new classes: yoga, zumba, and belly dancing. I’ve discovered I can actually run a full mile without stopping (on a treadmill and outside!) My clothes aren’t fitting anymore because they are too BIG. I have so much more confidence and less…
One More Thought…
…on working out with a trainer. I have never said the word hard so much without giggling at innuendo. It’s mainly because I’m too focused on trying not to die, watching the sweat drop off my face onto the floor, watching my arms shake, and/or breathing. Also, I’ve never been so conscious of my wrists,…