Bringing Sexy Back

I am on a mission.  I am determined to get myself into shape and to get my body back.  I have reached an all time low... well, an all time high, really.  I had noticed that my jeans (which were supposed to be just temporary "big" jeans until I lost allllll the baby weight from my 2nd pregnancy) were starting to be uncomfortably tight.  I realized that I was gaining weight.  I kept telling myself I'd start getting more serious about getting some exercise every day and that my body was just desperate to lose the weight, so a small change like 30 minutes of walking every day was all it would take.  I was continuing to eat whatever I wanted and not actually doing the walking that I knew I needed if I was to lose weight, let alone stop gaining it. 

A few weeks ago a Groupon-like site featured a deal for a place called MedShape Weight Loss Clinic, and I bought it.  For $30 I am to receive 5 weekly injections of "metabolic uplift" vitamins.  At my first visit, I was weighed.  I'm having a hard time even typing the number that came up on that scale.  I was shocked and spent the rest of the day feeling utterly depressed.  That evening, when I had a bit of time all to myself, I sobbed.

Waaahhhhh...... sad.... poor fat me......  but then I got motivated as hell.

In my first week on the "metabolic uplift" I logged everything I was consuming.  I cut out alcohol (waaaahhhhh.... sad....), cut out tortillas (oh how I love tortillas!), and ate a lot of protein and very little fat or carbs.  At the next week's appointment I got on the scale eagerly, hoping that my week of being hungry had me headed in the right direction.  I was absolutely thrilled to see that I had lost SEVEN POUNDS!  Talk about motivating!

The following week was Emma's 5th birthday.  I was wrapped up in planning, cleaning, prepping, shopping, etc.  I ate cupcakes.  I ate cake.  I ate tortillas and cheese (we made amazingly delicious enchiladas with home-made verde sauce) and hash brown casserole (sour cream, condensed soup, cheese, potatoes... deliciously fattening).  I drank beer.  And at the following weigh-in at MedShape I almost started sobbing again... I went from dropping 7lbs in week 1 to gaining a pound in week 2.  So, my total 2 week weight loss was less than my 1st week... 6lbs down in 2 weeks.  Not something to cry about, still motivating, but disappointed with myself at how quickly I took steps backwards.  If I had only lost 1 pound that week I'd have been satisfied, but gaining is the opposite of what I need to be doing.

Back to motivated as hell.  On to week 3.  I'm back to logging my food.  I'm eating Quaker Weight Control Oatmeal for breakfast, bran flakes or Special K with fat free milk for lunch, a protein bar for a snack, an apple for another snack, tons of water, coffee/green tea/diet cola for caffeine-needs (which are aplenty), and a satisfying protein-and-vegetable based dinner.  Minimal carbs, minimal fat (in the form of avocado, olive oil, and light cheese), and minimal sugar.

Yesterday at nap time I finally got some exercise and it felt so good!  I've had a yucky cold all week and have been feeling rather wiped out, so my morning walks haven't been happening.  It's also gotten to be quite extremely hot out, so if the walk hasn't happened by 9ish a.m., it's not happening.  I recently discovered that Netflix has a bunch of work-out movies available in their Watch Instantly library and added a bunch of them to my queue.  I'm looking forward to naptime today so I can do the Crunch Slimdown pilates/yoga video again, it was great!  I'm sore all over today, hungry, and feeling back on track.

Eyes on the prize.  I'm bringing sexy back, dammit, and that's all there is to it.  I've decided that blogging about my progress might help me stay the course.  I feel more accountable for my actions when I announce them to the world, even if the world is oblivious to this l'il blog of mine.  I'm expressing my intention.   I'm putting it out there.   I am determined, world!