I know I could have probably lost another 2-3 pounds over the last week. Inhaling a combination of peanut and peanut butter M&M’s has not helped my efforts, but you know what? I feel pretty damned good about it. I didn’t freak out or give up like I normally do. Six months ago, if I wouldn’t have seen huge numbers move on the scale, I would have said “Fuck it,” and gone to Hogs On the Hill for a large BBQ pork rib platter with homestyle potato salad, collard greens, corn bread, and sweet potato pie. Damn that sounds good right about now. I’m salivating at the thought.
This week, I’m graduating to Level 2 of Jillian Michael’s 30 Day Shred. I’m ready because Level 1 is actually easy and predictable. I’m also doing The Biggest Loser Cardio Max twice a week. That ish aint no joke! I think I actually like it better than Jillian’s workout.
The slow and steady approach is really working for me. I set myself up for disappointment when I place to many high expectations on myself. Yes, I’m thwarting my weight loss efforts to a degree when I give in to my temptations, but I’ve learned not to give up. I have learned the art of compromise, but more importantly, I’ve learned the meaning of perseverance.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers reading this post!
I am openly admitting that I was not good last week. What do I mean by good? Well, I sort of gave in to my peanut M&M addiction and had a couple of bags. I’ve been eating those Bob Evans sausage biscuits for breakfast. I could go on, but you get the picture. I’ve been trying my damndest to make good food choices. What’s been keeping me on track, relatively speaking, is making swaps. For instance, if I decide to have a piece of chocolate at lunch, then I won’t eat any dessert after dinner or I’ll drink water with my meal instead of having a soda or juice. Doing these swaps are saving me calories and my sanity. Deprivation does not work for me, so by doing these little trade offs, it’s working.
While I’m still stuck at 180, I’m relieved that I didn’t gain any weight. My endurance continues to grow by the day. Starting the workout is always toughest for me. When I get home from work, I’m mentally exhausted, and I have no desire to workout. Physical exercise in my opinion is far more mental than physical. To psyche myself up, when I get home, I immediately open my living room windows to not only let in the fresh air, but to give me the feeling of being outdoors. I then turn on my halogen lamp to brighten up the room. Next I immediately change into my workout clothes. This way I feel obligated to work out. After changing clothes, I’ll eat something light like a banana, kiwi, or small cup of yogurt. I wash it down with a cup of water. Thirty minutes later, I’m ready to bust a sweat. My energy level is elevated, and I’m actually looking forward to sweating. It’s a major sense of accomplishment for me. If I’m not dripping at the end of my workout, I feel like I’ve just wasted my time.
Well that’s my routine for now. I’m still doing Jillian’s 30 Day Shred. This will be my 3rd or 4th week. I’ve lost track. I’m about 7 pounds down. Not bad, but I know I could do better. I’ll check in again on Wednesday or Thursday. I’ll holla……….
Today is weigh-in #1, and before I reveal my results, I just want to recap my week. It started really badly. I wasn’t taking it seriously, and I damn sure wasn’t exercising. Anyhoo, Tuesday, I really got my act together. I’m still not the healthiest eater, but I’m moving my ass. As I keep stressing, Jillian Michaels is the truth! I’ve been doing Level 1 of her 30 day Shred, and I’ve been sweating my ass off! I feel like I’ve run a 5k after doing those 20 minutes. And you know what? My body is starting to crave the workout. I feel so anxious if I don’t work out. I do my workouts in the evenings. It’s a great stress reliever, and the workout prepares my body for blissful slumber. So I’m doing Jillian 5 days a week (Tues-Sat) and on Sundays I’m doing a 20-min yoga workout. Let me tell you something: Yoga aint no joke!!! I didn’t know you could bust a sweat. Who knew finding your center and breathing could be a workout. Oh yeah, Mondays are my rest days.
After years of abusing my body by fueling it with garbage, I really am trying to eat better. Anyone who knows me, knows that I cannot stand water. To combat that, I’ve begun putting my water in a wine goblet. It’s so chic, and it tricks me into thinking I’m drinking something really nice. I also found these great square bowls at Tar-jay for about a $1.38 each. They’re gorgeous, and I use them to put my meals and snacks in. It helps me control my portions and it’s so chic. I love chic!
Now, for the weigh-in: I now tip the scales at 183. That’s a 4 pound loss! I am psyched! Next week, I hope to say goodbye to the 180’s forever! Wish me luck, and I’ll holla at ya’ll on Wednesday!
Every time I look at this pic, I’m like “Who Is This Woman, and how can I get her back.” The first pic was snapped before my descent into hell. My skin was smooth. My body was tight! I wasn’t small, but there was no flab. My clothes hugged all the curves just right. There’s no double chin. My boobs were much smaller. I could go on…. This photo inspires me to get off my ass and do those 20 minutes with Jillian “The Biyotch” Michaels. The second pic on the other hand is me now. Check my makeup. It’s my attempt to mask my fat face, but it really only accentuates it. For those of you reading this post and thinking “She is so f*cking vain. What’s the big deal…..?” The big deal is once you are a certain size-your happy-to-be-in-the-skin-you’re-in-size, you don’t want to be any other way. This isn’t vanity or some attempt to garner sympathy or all the “You don’t look so bad” remarks. No, no, no! I am trying to get my swag back. I’m single again, and I can’t get back on the scene without any self-confidence.
Myia told me that 8 lbs was something I could achieve in 56 days. Yeah, it’s achievable, but there are hurdles. Unlike the others, I’m not a big drinker, so I’m relatively safe there. My biggest hurdle is the late night snack attack. I swear my mind is f*cking with me. I’ll be totally satiated one minute, then five minutes later, I’m raiding my kitchen for whatever. Lord, give me strength!
Hi. It’s Trice. I have been so bad these last three days, it aint even funny. First of all, don’t start a new, dare I say, diet, without food shopping first. You set yourself up for all kinds of disasters. I’ve been eating garbage all week-french fries, a half smoke, cheez curlz. Hold up! Don’t I get credit for eating organic cheez curlz? I should. They’re bland as hell. They’re only good for the crunch factor. One thing I can say: I haven’t had a soda in two whole days. That’s like two weeks in Trice years. I’m on a streak. I’ve drank a bottle of water a day. That’s like a liter in Trice years. Give me some credit dammit! I’m weak. I’m struggling. I’m losing something alright. I’m losing my damn mind!
As far as exercise is concerned, I’m a day late and a dollar short. I did not work out Monday as planned. I can give you a thousand and one excuses, but they are just that-excuses. I did start yesterday, and I damn near died! I’m doing Jillian Michaels’ 30 Day Shred. It’s three, 20 minute workouts, and when I tell you that that 20 minutes felt like 20 hours, I am not exaggerating! You may think 20 minutes aint jack, but for someone who is relatively inactive, it really feels like an hour. I was sweating buckets! My heart rate averaged about 150 which is great. My body aches, which is a good sign. I do my workouts in the evening. One, it really helps me unwind from my day, and two, it really prepares my body for a great, deep sleep. I just need to go to sleep a little earlier.
I’m dying to see how Myia’s post will read. I think she’s been as bad as I’ve been. We’re sisters, but I think there’s a secret competition going on between us. Later, gators!
Check out the two fat, black chicks on Christmas. Guess who’s whom?