Looks like I ain't the only one. thank god.
January 8, 2009
January 7, 2009
So, blah blah blah a push up is the best possible workout for you because it works your arms, your shoulders, your abs, your back and your toes or something. And this website thinks it can coach you into 100 pushups (of any variety) in six short weeks.
I took the initial exhaustion test.
Five pushups from my KNEES. gah.
But I'm going to follow the prescribed workout and see what I can do in six weeks. Really.
I also joined the Discovery Health Challenge.
AND watched The Biggest Loser Couples.
I should be 120 by Valentine's Day.
Don't be jealous.
January 5, 2009
It's a tragic day. I finally weighed myself.
After literally two months of eating and eating and bingeing and starting over and bingeing and "not caring" and desperately wishing I was already thin, I finally weighed today and it's Not Pretty. I didn't gain my entire 30 pounds back - only 24. FUCK!
I went onto Fitday and pumped in yesterday's calories and they were a whopping 3000ish. what the hell?
I was shocked to learn that my brie snack was 500 calories! FIVE HUNDRED! what?
And that's when I realized that most people actually watch calories. They "watch what they eat" in terms of calories, not like me, watching chunk after chunk of brie slide down the gullet. damn.
Last night I pulled out photos of myself from 2004 when I was skinny and my Gwyneth jeans hung off me. I made my man look at them with me and tell me each time how smokin' hot I was. After my trip down memory lane and the weigh-in this morning, I was more motivated than I have been in MONTHS. I ate a 200 calorie breakfast and just now had a grapefruit for a snack. I *know* how to do this, I've just chosen not to in the past. I used all that nasty grubby food to make me feel better, entertain me, punish myself for eating, etc. And now I'm not.
And I swear to god, this is not a resolution thing. I haven't even told my man that I'm more motivated than ever because I don't want to set myself up for failure. I'm just *actually* doing better.
Yes, I'm craving butterscotch chips right now (which is bizarre and maybe I am pregnant or something) but I don't need to eat them.
This summer we are going to whatever hot club your iphone points us to and we're picking up guys.