Ehhhh...not the greatest week I've had, but most definitely not the worst. I'm just not feeling the losses (3.3 pounds, 2.5 inches) the way I normally do -- though, clearly, by the numbers, they're there. I used my bike and Nordic Track skier 5x and got an Ellen Barrett Grace & Gusto in there too.
Maybe it's the sleep deprivation courtesy of Daylight Savings.
Maybe it's the hangover/Saturday carby goodness that came before it.
Yeah, ^ that's most definitely the culprit.
After four straight weeks of being on plan and really sticking to my guns, I decided to drink a bottle of wine by myself on Friday night. Usually, not a big deal.
But, with few calories in my body and no tolerance left to speak of...
Yeah, kind of a big deal. Ugh. Headache and desperate need for spongey, doughy, ooey, gooey calories came next. What's really weird? I didn't WANT them, I just felt like I needed them. I don't know if that's ever happened to this carb-o-holic!
Fast forward to today, I'm still bloated and bleh. Down on the scale. Down with the measuring tape. Just plain down.
An odd combination, to be sure!
So, today it's 25 on the skier, 30-40 on the bike, lots of calisthenics, clean eating and an early bedtime. At least, that's the plan!
Hopefully tomorrow will have me feeling like myself again - and FEELING motivated instead of relying solely on the scant motivation living inside of my sugar-detoxing brain.
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Monday, August 27, 2012
I'm Ready...Again
After a little over a month of self-indulgence with some stopgap workouts peppered in, I woke up this morning ready to take on the (what was 30 but has now ballooned to) 45 pounds left to my original goal.
On top of that, I've decided I actually want to amend that goal. Instead of reaching half of my starting weight, which is actually 187.5, but I've adjusted to 185 for easier math...I want to go for 200 pounds of total weight loss, or a final goal weight of 165.
I'm hovering around 230 now, so that's 65 pounds left to go.
Yipe!
It's going to be another long road, but it's time. I'm not done. I'll probably never be done. But I AM DONE tempting the fates. An occasional cheat here and there is reasonable, sure...but I've allowed more indulgences than I should and I know it. (I also needed the break, so I'm not beating myself over it, either!)
Oddly enough, so much self-indulgence kind of takes the fun out of it and replaces it with guilt. Who needs it? Back to the disciplined life with cheats that incur consequences (calorie-burning, sweat inducing, profanity laced cardio-fueled consequences).
On top of that, I've decided I actually want to amend that goal. Instead of reaching half of my starting weight, which is actually 187.5, but I've adjusted to 185 for easier math...I want to go for 200 pounds of total weight loss, or a final goal weight of 165.
I'm hovering around 230 now, so that's 65 pounds left to go.
Yipe!
It's going to be another long road, but it's time. I'm not done. I'll probably never be done. But I AM DONE tempting the fates. An occasional cheat here and there is reasonable, sure...but I've allowed more indulgences than I should and I know it. (I also needed the break, so I'm not beating myself over it, either!)
Oddly enough, so much self-indulgence kind of takes the fun out of it and replaces it with guilt. Who needs it? Back to the disciplined life with cheats that incur consequences (calorie-burning, sweat inducing, profanity laced cardio-fueled consequences).
