The last three days I have been bad. I have not tracked my points or exercised. I have drank alcohol on all three days. I pretty much blew this week, but that’s okay because I get to start fresh on Monday.
Here is to hoping I get back on track Monday!
The Best Match for Your Dieting Personality is:
Kudos to Ash for getting me out walking again today. I actually had more energy at work tonight and mopped the entire first floor! So, needless to say, I've had a chunk of activity today. My goal this week is to go to a Weight Watchers meeting. I'm working this weight loss thing one day at a time. So the meeting will be Wednesday's goal. Now I need a goal for tomorrow. Weather is predicting rain. Hmmm...looks like I'll have to do a workout on the rowing machine, then treat myself to a movie...
Today is my weekly weigh in. I lost 3 lbs!!
After that I was feeling good so I went to the park to skate.
I was coming around a corner and going too fast so I thought (mistakenly) that if I rolled into the grass, it would help me slow down. Wrong. My skates stopped and I went flying. I landed on my left side and knocked the wind out of myself. My upper arm was throbbing in pain, I scratched up my knee and elbow, I hit my jaw and the left side of my head. It hurt so bad I thought I was going to pass out. I laid back in the grass and I'm not sure if I fainted for a minute or not. I was doing everything I could not to cry. I sat up and thought I was going to puke. After about ten minutes, I got back up and finished the path back to my car. I decided to take the skates off and put my flip flops back on, where it's safe, with no wheels.
I have given up on skating for the day. Not all together, just for today.
Exercising hurts.
Do you have an exercise horror story?
My dog can really make me mad sometimes. He has been outside for hours and when I make him come in, he cries because he wants to go back out.
So, I let him out to see if maybe he actually has to go to the bathroom, but he doesn’t.
Then I try to get him to come back in and he won’t come. Like an idiot, I didn’t but his collar on him, so I couldn’t buzz him.
I had to chase him around and yell at him for 10 minutes. (Now my throat hurts.)
He comes in the house and runs into his cage. He has me so mad. The first thing I start to think is that I’m upset, so I want to eat. I wanted to go in the kitchen and scarf down a bunch of sugar.
I stopped for a minute and thought, I’m not hungry, so I’m not going to eat. I’m mad, so I’m going to blog.
This helped.
Always,
I allow myself to be led blindly to food through my stressful thoughts. Last night I was mulling over the day's events which included a visit with one of my harsher critics. As though sleepwalking, I got up from my chair and opened the refrigerator. Then I snapped out of it. This was no dream. I realized what I was doing, but like a car rolling off a cliff, I couldn't stop myself. I weigh 220 lbs. Now all my critics can whisper and point and compare and sigh and declare "Why doesn't she take better care of herself?" Well, guess what? I don't. Deep down, secretly, I probably relish the thought that it drives you crazy that I look like crap. I'm kamikaze listening to my broken record life. I'm bitter. And I eat...
I have figured out that I like to eat, not because I'm hungry, but because I like the taste/flavor of things.
I once heard someone say that they eat food they love, and then when they've chewed it all up, they actually spit the food out. At the time I thought it was crazy, but now I can understand why they did it.
However, that does not help with the self-control and it's just strange.
I'm sure that a lot of people have this taste/flavor problem and that is why on Weight Watchers, they make you track your hunger. Before each meal you are suppose to record how hungry you are. After each meal, you're suppose to track how you feel, still hungry, satisfied, full, etc.
Solution: Before putting food in my mouth, decide why I want to eat it. Am I hungry? Bored? Mad? Don't eat for boredom or emotion. Eat because you're hungry.
"Nine out of ten people like chocolate. The tenth person always lies.."
(This is me -- in the white sweatshirt -- in Central Park in NYC - Oct '08. )
About me: I'm 26 years old. I'm 5'9" and I weigh 255 lbs. I work full-time for a group of Urologist and I'm a Psych major at Trine University.
Things I like: Music, traveling, reading, photography, playing with my Great Dane, playing with my nephew, hanging out with my friends, watching movies and reading the news.
Things I Dislike: Rude patients, people who can't control their children, watching what I eat, Conan O'Brien.
My Goal: I would like to weigh about 165 lbs before my 27th birthday. To acheive my goal I have joined Weight Watchers and I am trying to exercise every day. Walking, bicycling, rowing, inline skating, yoga and tae bo.
My Weakness: Snacking when I'm not actually hungry.
This is my journey.
