Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Two Weeks Past 7 Days Forward

"This salad tastes exactly like a Five Guys burgah!"
I actually said those words.  Out Loud.  The husband laughed.  I'm funny.
The flavor profile didn't resemble any of the greasy meaty greatness the husband devoured before my green envious eyes.   He packed his weekend full of take-out from a couple of our local favorites, which worked out well because I had to work both Friday and Saturday night & it's always nice when I don't have to make meals before I run out the door.  On the flipside, it's a bit of a downer walking back In the door just as Mr. Take-Out is pulling his Parkhill meat lovah's pizza out of the oven. The meats glistening, the cheese bubbling, the crust speaking carby love to me.  I held out!   I even buckled down and found the strength to walk Singapore ribs and crab rangoons in the door for him the following night.    I'm courageous.
I managed to stay moderately satisfied this week with wholesome food choices & tossed in some treats, a few glasses of wine, couple beers, a too sweet coffee from DD.  *slurp* I enjoyed half a bagel with cream cheese, a lindt chocolate egg & an ice cream sandwich.  This girl is Crayyyzz-ee!  Ha!   I didn't add any major exercise, kept it steady with the usual housework, errands, & walking. I averaged 6 miles a day on my Garmin Vivofit.  I love it, I sync it with My Fitness Pal & log my calories in and out.  Mr. Romance bought it for me for Valentine's Day, I was super excited, wanted one for a long time. Who doesn't want to know they're moving too little and sleep deprived?!  Forget the roses, buy me a gadget or make me a card.  Or Both!  Either way, I'm thankful.

Week 2:  -3.6


I'm winning on the losing. 
Two week total:  -6.4

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Twenty-One Days of Self Control

My Facebook news feed has been cranking out 21 day fix & shakeology shout outs.  It has inspired me to shake up a few weeks of my life and shed some excess.  The shake program is not one I'm interested in, I'd never switch out an actual chewing food meal for a shake. A frappe, perhaps, but not a healthy shake.  I once told myself I bought my Ninja blender for morning smoothies.  I even went as far as freezing fresh berries.  Pffft.   I knew, buried in the cavern of truth, it was all about frozen margarita's and perfectly crushed ice for refreshing mojito's.  I've thawed those berries for oatmeal toppers this week. 
Fist pumps for anyone putting in the effort to live closer to healthy clean.   I applaud everyone who takes steps to a healthier lifestyle.  It's work, and at least for me because it's work, I find it easy to slip out of the habits needed to sustain a successful weight loss plan.  I spent the better part of Sunday meal planning for the three of us, shopping and prepping easy to grab, smart food choices for myself.  We all eat a different diet & I'm the head chef.  Salary capped at zero dollars.  Good thing I enjoy cooking, although so many different tastes revolving in every day can be overwhelming and send me to the emotional eating food line.
I'm constantly battling my bulge, up. down. down. up.  I am the yo-yo & much of my exercise is walking the dog.  I've taken some pounds off recently, and kept them off...so far, without putting much effort into it.   I need to lose so much more. Not Want.  Need.  My blood pressure was on the cusp of higher ground during my last wellness visit.   Madda Fadda.  I've Never had high blood pressure, even at my highest of weights.  I'm older now and regretfully, not getting any younger. Stupid aging. I don't want to get old.  The only control I have over climbing the rungs of age, is to jump on the wheel and move closer towards "feeling" younger.  I know my eating flaws, I know my triggers, I know the power of my unhealthy habits, but I still let them creep back in, more often, than not.  I don't know if the relationship I have with food will ever change for good, but I do know I'll put in an honest effort for at least another 14 days. 
I looked on while my husband devoured a steak and cheese from one of my favorite joints.  Damn Him!  I was still lamenting the steak and grease loss I felt the following day, I fed the void.  ha-ha A smile overtook my face as I bit into a slice of Hawaiian pizza at 12:30 A.M., Sunday morning.  Gobbled down two more.  Eh, I earned it.  I guess....but, looking back on it, I bet I'd have lost a teensy bit more if I'd held off on the three slices of doughy greatness.  
Week One:  -2.8 lbs.