M-O-T-I-V-A-T-I-O-N: day 50

I did not realize I had gone so long without writing anything, but I guess it goes hand in hand with my title today. Motivation, and mine had waned. The want, the desire to be healthy was still there, beating inside me like a living thing, but my mind, the control center, had become bored. Of everything. I was tired of having the same meal for lunch at work, my salad and baked potato were so meh when everyone else at work was feasting on pizza, or bar-b-que, or, God help me, Taco Tuesday. The heavens aromas wafting through the office made my healthy lunch pale in comparison. And the walking. The eternal walking, walking, walking to nowhere were leeching the remaining spirit from my soul. What was the point of walking if there is no destination?!

It took me a good ten days of floundering around, wallowing in myself, to remember that there is, in fact, a destination, and that destination is a healthier version (and if I happen to be more lean and toned? Bonus!) of myself. And my immediate goal destination is May 18, 2018: my son’s graduation from college. To not be a disappointment to my kids when they look at me, all too much of me, huffing and puffing to keep up with them, and to make them, and myself, proud.

After a mental slap, and a discussion with both the motivation and the desire to succeed, I am back at full throttle. I may still walk to nowhere for now, but I can enjoy the time getting lost in an audio book. I can try and enjoy flavors on those healthier food choices. And, if my food budget allows and I have taken my walk to nowhere, I can enjoy a bit of Taco Tuesday without beating myself up, or giving up.

T minus 89 days and counting down. It’s doable, one step, one meal, one day at a time.

It’s the Little Things: Day 31

Here I still am, miraculously looking at the dawn of day 31 of my challenge /change, and it seems every week, if not every day, I am learning something new, and something more about myself. I’ll be honest (because here, veiled with anonymity, I can be completely honest with myself and you) and tell you that 30 days ago, I was not 100 percent certain I would stick it out this long.

I have been pushing myself further and harder on the treadmill during my workouts, walking step after step up to five miles in just over 70 minutes. Because of the energy and efforts I have been putting into myself, I broke into a new, lower decade that I’ve not seen for several months. My loss as of Day 30? 12 pounds.

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But, as I say in my title, it’s the small things. I had removed all of my smaller clothes from the house before the holidays in a sign of recognition and acceptance that I would never again fit into them. I had to have a point of reference, for myself, beyond the scale, to see my progress for myself, and it was here, in a small thing, that I found justification for all of my hard work so far. I pulled my late grandmothers ring out of my jewelry box, one that I’ve not been able to wear for a while, and slid it onto my finger. Yes, it was a little snug, but it went on and came back off again.

I guess my point here is that while anyone in my same position, wanting and waiting for a change, don’t overlook the small successes in the shadows of the bigger ones that haven’t fully happened yet. Give yourself time, and keep walking those forward steps, because every one is one closer to your goal.

The Struggle Is Real: Day 17

Here I am, day 17 of my lifestyle change, and, okay, it is getting easier in some areas, while in others? well, as I said, the struggle is real. The question I find myself asking is whether or not it is worth it? and Is it sustainable?

Is it worth it? The calorie monitoring? The trying of new foods that i have always found disgusting? The getting up, despite the temperatures outside, and despite how tired and unmotivated I am? I really wish I could say “No!” to all those questions, but the truth of the matter is, at least for right now, the answer is yes. In the two full weeks that I have been on this current course, I have only allowed myself on rest day from the black belted beauty (thanks, Carrie B!). I have found myself able to push myself up to a 15 minute mile while walking, which is a far cry better than the 2.5 mph I started out on a mere two weeks ago. I have also been able to keep myself walking for an hour at a time – again, doubling my time from New Years Day. I know that to some people, these steps are minor and less than note worthy. However, when you are edging closer to 50 and classify as obese, if not morbidly so, these are huge feats. Along with the positive change in my energy, I have managed to continue losing pieces of myself, and as of this morning, I am lighter by 8.8 pounds thus far. Again, not a big deal, but I bet my doctor would disagree with you, and I know I do.

It is hard to get up and go take that walk to nowhere every day? Yes, I admit it sucks, but with the cold winter mornings that we’ve been having, not to mention the killer flu epidemic, inside is better than outside right now. So I will keep taking the walk to nowhere every day that I can because it is getting easier, and it is nice to have the energy to do so.

They (and just who is this “they,” anyhow?!?) say it takes between fourteen and 21 days to make a habit, and I know that I am closing in on that milestone! They *rolls eyes* also state that it takes four weeks to begin to notice a change in yourself, and eight to twelve weeks for others to begin to notice the changes in you. Every day is a step closer to someone seeing that I am busting my ass every day trying to get healthy. Meanwhile, I will continue to be aware of what I put in my mouth, and of the steps I take to eliminate the negatives.

My goals remain the same:  1) Reach my first milestone weight of 246 pounds. 2) Add weights to my workout routine. 3) Not be the “fat mom” at my sons college graduation in May. 4) Lose a total minimum of 75 pounds up to one-hundred pounds. I will keep using my support of family and the internet group of women who are members of my Noom team.

I hope next week I will have conquered the ten pound point *fingers crossed*!

 

Lifestyle Change: Day 8

It’s the beginning of the second week of the new year, and the beginning of the second week of my lifestyle challenge / change, and I am already noticing some improvements to myself. The biggest so far is the increased amount of energy that I have, despite removing 90% of the known sugars that I was consuming on a daily basis.

I have been hitting the treadmill every day, and I will be honest, I have not wanted to do it every day. Why? I work nights. Three nights in a row for twelve hour shifts, and I really do not want to do anything once I get home and wake up, but I digress. I started last week on the treadmill walking at a slow to moderate pace, not pushing myself to avoid injury after being stagnant for so long. With a little encouragement from my son, today I hit 3.5 miles in 60 minutes! not too shabby for a couch potato. *grins*

My next challenge for this week is to begin incorporating some light weights into my workouts, at least three times a week. Hopefully adding a new dimension will keep things fresh and keep me from finding those dreaded plateaus.

I am trying new foods (thanks to my son!) with several hits and only one real miss, and my water is going strong.

One week down and I have dropped 5 pounds. I know it’s going to be water weight, but I will still take it! Five pounds is five pounds. If I can do this at 47, you can too.

One more thing: if you have seen The Greatest Showman and enjoyed it, I have found the soundtrack to be a good treadmill companion.

Thats all for now!

A New Year, kinda

Here we are *toots a horn* five days into a brand spanking new year; aren’t you excited? I mean, with me at least, every “new year” is the same thing over and over: I resolve to be more active, have more fun, push out the walls of comfort and live a little, find my inner happiness, write, exercise, lose weight, etcetera. A few years ago, when I started blogging (before I quit for a year), I had reached a low point in my life. I was so disgusted with myself and the way my life was turning out, and how I was shaping up. I made a commitment to myself, and those who read my blog, to share my journey through diet and exercise hell, all in the hopes of liking myself. I had great success at first, going to the gym almost manically, losing something like 14 pounds ij the first month, but then I gave up on myself as my life took a tragic turn, and I started funneling all of the emotions into writing rather than keeping up with the much needed exercise.

I’ve watched myself turn back into the borderline morbidly obese woman that I had once tried so hard to beat, and I guess you could say that I have beat her… I am now bigger than I was back then; the scale and the measuring tape with say so. I made the decision the week before Christmas o try something new after the festivities of the new year were done. I saw an add on FB for a dance studio offering an introductory ballroom lesson for $49 and I jumped on it. Monday. January 2, was the next “new” start. I say this because I decided to take to heart the posts I kept seeing on FB saying that, on January 1, it was the start of a new 365 page story, write a good one. Well, I worked on New Years Day, so my new story started on January 2… I went to that dance lesson and I.Loved. It. I’m ready to go back again, have some more fun, awaken muscles that haven’t been used since the 1990’s! Yes, I was a sweaty mess, yes, I was clumsy, but I still left smiling.

But wait, there’s more (stop grumbling)! I also joined a new gym, one that is closer to where I live withe better, and much more, equipment than the last one had. Of course, when you join a gym, you get your “free consultation with a personal trainer,” and yep, I bit the bullet and bought a month of training, three times a week. Today was the first session with him, Sam. He might just fall into the category of Sadist, just like my original one was all those years ago.

I didn’t cry, not this morning, and not since then, at least not yet. We did the weight, body fat, and measurements today. It was bad; real bad. He was kind, telling me that he didn’t have to tell me the numbers, but if I’m going to give this another try, then I have to own the numbers. And, like last time, I will not hide anything from myself in tis blog. I’ll share the fun, the tears, the failures, the successes,  the gains, and the losses. I will say that I HOPE to #giveit100 – we will see together, so far I’m completed 3 days.

Here is the ugly truth: Weight -247.2  Body fat- 40 Neck -17 1/2 inches Waist-46 inches Hips- 50 inches

As I said, I’ve not cried. Yet.