Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Here we go again!

Okay. So yeah. I haven't been on here because I haven't been doing diddly squat. Definitely not the squat part.

And so, this is me, recommitting myself. I am starting back up tomorrow.

I am going to take on all the stuff I was doing before and take the rest of this week and next week to get back into the groove.

Let's see, that is water...all my water. I'm going to water log myself, I'm telling you. Going to do my daily plan...exercise, scripture reading, showering and then cleaning up the house...a little. 2 hour morning routine. And most importantly, begging the Lord to help bless my plan. Heaven knows I need His help.

Get out of my way, kids. Mama is back in town.

Also, the no candy thing. This is so hard for me. My pants know that I threw this little rule out the window the last two weeks. Big time. But no more! I can do it.

You with me?

What are your plans?

Back in the saddle again.... I don't know why I said that. I don't like that Willie Nelson guy. I think he just looks like a dirty old man. Brush your hair already! If I saw him on the street, I would gather my children close to me and run. Especially if he started singing.

But that is neither here nor there.

I'm jumping in with both feet.

Cannon ball style!!!

Monday, November 29, 2010

She's gone mad!!

Last week was a bust. No, really. I totally dropped the ball on all my goals thus far. In my defense my kids didn't have school all week. So I feel justified blaming my lack of following a plan on them. And the whole drinking water thing, you all know you can't drink water when the kids are around. No, that is forbidden.

But I do still have the scale. And my measurements. No, I haven't checked if they have changed. I am a little afraid to, just in case they have gone up instead of down. Nope. My weigh-in won't be until January.

I'm back in the saddle again, folks. I've got my plan a made. I have my endless water bottle. I am feeling so good I am going for the big kahuna! I'm dropping candy from my diet. Not sugar. Oh, no. I am so not ready for that. Not sure I ever will be. No. Just candy.

Candy is my addiction. I can't seem to go into a store and come out empty handed. Quite often my cart has two or three treats in it. And then I take those treats and I hide them. That, or I inhale it before I get home and leave the wrapper in a secret place so there is no proof.

Doesn't that sound like addiction to you?

No more, my friends.

I can have a treat if I have cooked it myself and if I am going to sit down and eat it with my family. I have already bought the stuff for our family treat on Sunday, Cherry Cobbler. I can look forward to that. And I am talking it up to my kids. We are all excited about it.

I have made sure that I won't need to go to the store, where the chocolate will call to me. "Take me home! You need me. Who cares if my calories are equal to the calories burned in the 45 minutes you ran this morning. You need me!!" Nope. No stores.

I can do this. It is a biggie for me.

So, if you see me this week walking a little wonky and looking like I am going to kill someone, just come up to me and say, "Cherry cobbler. You can make it to cherry cobbler."

But make sure you are at least an arms length away.

Come Friday, there is no telling what I might do.

Any advice??

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Last week, where did you go? Away, all too fast.

I had some great planning sessions. It's the making it happen that I struggled with. I get a little frustrated when life gets in the way. I know, some of it can't be helped. But some of it is about taking the reigns and avoiding the distractions.

I looked at what things I was or wasn't doing that were making me feel like a failure in my life. I wasn't reading my scriptures regularly. I wasn't exercising regularly. I would get half way through the day and I was still in the exercise clothes that I  couldn't change out of just in case I decided to follow through with the exercise. This meant, still no shower. And lastly, I was half way through the day and my house looked like a tornado had hit.

I've decided that I need 2 hours every morning to get all these things done.  Once the kids are out the door, I can sit and read my scriptures while Hubs is still here to distract the hooligans still left at home. Then I clean like a crazy for 5 minutes in each room. This is a good warm up for the exercise that follows. Finally, I shower and am ready for the day. By 10am. In theory.

So this is still the plan I am working on. Life happens, but overall, this is the schedule I am praying for every day.

Now, moving on.

Did I mention that I have 2 bladders? It's true. I am a freak of nature. Why do I tell you this? Because TMI (Too Much Information) is my middle name. Names? Whatever. I tell you this to let you know just how well I am equipped to be successful on my next endeavor.

Water. Lots of it. Lots and lots of it. I am going to make sure that I am getting my daily dose of H2O. Filling up those two bladders of mine. I haven't done much research. Okay, who am I kidding. I haven't done any research. But, here is my educated guess at what water does for our bodies:

It cleans out our system. It's like a water slide where all the bad stuff whooshes out because it doesn't have time to latch on to our innards. All the good stuff, well, they were blessed with suction cup feelers and they are able to latch on and hold tight til the 8oz pass through. What do you think? How's that for educated!

Our body is made up of about 50-70% water. That's a lot of water. Let's be givers and give back what we use. To ourselves.

It helps us feel full. So then the impulse to gorge is slightly less. That or there just isn't enough space left inside us to hold another plate of that cheesy, greasy goodness.

My goal this week is water!


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Friday, November 5, 2010

Make a Plan, Stan

How-dy all!! That's right! It's "Find My Butt Friday." (At least that's what I'm gonna call it.)

Well, my two swings (of the machete) were to buy a scale and measuring tape, then weigh and measure myself. Yes, I know. It took some real restraint on my part, but I got it done. I am going to post my measurement on a different page.

"Why would you do that?" Hubs asked me when I told him. "Won't you feel embarrassed?"

(No, that didn't hurt my feelings. Deaf bluntness is another post for another time on my other blog)

"Because I want them all to be jealous of my girlish figure." Cough cough, snarf.

Correction. What I really said was "I know if I put them on my blog, I will not lose them. I will always know where they are. And if I forget, I will have my blogging friends to remind me. Plus, it will humble me."

So, look if you like. Just don't laugh. Or if you do, don't tell me. Are we good?

While on my journey through my rain forest this week, I found myself a new friend.

His name is Nick. Nick the Knowing Gnome. He randomly spews out scriptures, quotes, words of wisdom...all related to goal setting, losing weight, and positive thinking. What luck!! It's almost like he was planted there. Just for me. And you. For us.

(Really, I bought him from the dollar store 2 years ago and finally have a reason to use him. But don't tell him that he is really a garden accessory.)

I promised that he could tag along with us on our journey, for moral support. So you will be seeing and hearing from him a lot.

What words of wisdom did he have for me this week?

"If you fail to plan, then you are planning to fail."

One of my biggest challenges is trying to fly by the seat of my pants. In some aspects of my life, this is a blessing. But when it comes to exercising, sleeping, and planning and making healthy meals, you can't just fly.

I've tried it. It doesn't work.

My one change for this week (let's call it Week II) is to make a plan. And not just make a plan. Make a plan and follow it. That sounds super, but it's not that easy, right?

When I was on my mission for my church, I learned that to make a plan is good. But not enough. Take that plan to the Lord. He can bless that plan, help you accomplish the good that you need to do.

And with a plan like that, it is hard to fail!!

SO that's my plan. Make a plan, do all I can to follow that plan and pray the Lord will bless my plan.

What's yours?

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Butt...where is thy hiding place?

I used to have a cute butt. You probably didn't want to know that, but I need you to know that. I used to be thin. Not skinny. To me skinny means you can see ribs. Nope, I was never skinny. I have always been athletic so thin or fit would be a good description.

When I met Hubs I weighed 115 lbs. And I wore like a size 4. I looked good!

Then I went and had 5 kids in just under 9 years. Through the years I would gain and lose a little and then gain some more, and lose a little and then gain a ton more, and then think about losing some....etc.

Now I am in a size 16/14, depending on the pants, and haven't been on the scale in a few months. I broke my scale. Not by standing on it...shame on you for thinking that. Actually, it got wet. Something involving a toddler and a large cup and the toilet. Don't ask. Point is, there is no more scale.

I know that deep down my cute butt is still in there. I can feel it if I squeeze it hard enough. Okay, that was TMI! I have to get my fat butt off of my cute butt.

How? That is the question.

I know what I need to do, but the list is sometimes overwhelming.

BUT, Big Mama at Big Mama and the Bristol Project has something great going on on her blog called Just One Change Weight Loss that is helping her on her search for her old butt. She is making one change a week. Just one. Uno. 1. 4-3=1. (Sorry, I am stuck in Everyday math mode.) I can do that. I can totally do that.

It's like this: Imagine you are trapped in a rain forest that is thick with plants and branches and leaves. You want to get to the beautiful beach, with it's light blue waters, warm sand and bright sunshine. But the vegetation is so thick that you can't get through it, no matter how badly you want to. Lucky for you, you have a machete. (I'm not violent at all.) You carve your way through that forest, one swing, one stroke at a time.

So, my cute butt is the beach. My fat butt is the vegetation, plants, branches, etc. The machete strokes are the steps I will take, one week at a time. It is here that I will name my strokes. It is here that I will be accountable, to you my blogging buddies.

My arms may get tired every now and then, I may want to take a little nap against a coconut tree, but I figure if I have you as my cheerleaders, together we can make it to the beach.

What'ya think? Your goals, whatever you think you need. Even if your butt is more like overgrown grass, join us!

My first step: Buy a new scale and put down my body measurements. (Gulp) I may or may not put them on here. I should. You all love me, right...in a totally platonic blogging buddy kind of way? You aren't going to judge me...at least not out loud in the comment section, right?? I figure all my success can't be measured on a scale...hence the humiliation.

It's a slow start, but its a start. And I am ready.

Size 5 here I come!! Okay, so at this point I would settle for a size 8, as long as I can get a daily glimpse of me-old buttocks!