Well, I can! I hit a rough patch in the whole working out mess around the holidays. Too much to do, too much food around me and oh, those glorious naps! I kept on keeping on going to gym. If I had a bad day in terms of eating, I realized that the next day was a new one and I could start all over again. My struggle with drinking water has now turned into downing water like it is going out of style. My one major complaint though? I have to pee all the time! Like run to pee, sit back down to read or watch a program and five minutes later I have to pee again. Way too much water running through me.
I even have mom on board checking to see if I have been to the gym, reminding me to watch what I eat. . . while there have been times in the past I may have gotten a bit too skinny (think encroaching Olsen twin status) and mom would say I need to gain a bit of weight, I am glad I have someone else asking me if I have gone to the gym today.
The problem that I have is I love food. I pink puffy heart LOVE food. I love to cook, bake, eat, read menus and any kind of cookbook. So the reality is no one needs to tell me if I have gotten too skinny or I need to eat more because that is my gateway drug. No need to tell me twice! Throw me a shovel and I can throw the food back. I enjoy food. And apparently I have since I was little. I was a picky eater but as I have gotten older I am more willing to try things (except mayo, forget it, I won’t touch it).
I am also fortunate that I can make a meal and eat on it for days on end. I don’t get bored of it and it makes the whole work/gym/night routine a bit easier. Thank goodness for this and it also keeps me a bit more sane when I hit up Publix on the weekends.
Now while I still love my coffee and diet coke, I drink more milk and water now than those two combined. That is still shocking me. I woke up yesterday morning and realized I didn’t have any milk for breakfast. The horror! But once I got back from the store yesterday afternoon I guzzled a glass of skim milk like I hadn’t had anything to drink in ages.
To reward myself for good behavior I am heading up to Nashville in a couple of weeks to celebrate my birthday a couple of days early with friends. I can’t wait to see everyone and of course I have a certain lake I am going to be hitting up to walk. I cannot wait! Oh Radnor Lake how I miss you and your charm throughout the year. I took you for granted the whole time I lived there.
I will be heading home to visit that motley crew of friends I call family. I will also get to cash in my first reward from the boy. I am leaning towards a pair of Uggs because man, oh man, I would like some of those. But who knows. We will also be discussing in depth all the restaurants we want to try while in DC next month.
And see, there goes that food tangent! I am hoping to have some good results from the eating better and exercising by the time we hit DC so I can walk all over the place and not feel tired from the weight I carry. I also would like to be in decent shape so when I hit the zoo my favorite silver back ape will remember me. This will be my third visit to the zoo and I feel like I have a special connection with this particular ape. I know, it sounds crazy but it is true.
So me and my train are still climbing up that hill but it is all about knowing that I can do this and I will do this. I may be a sweaty, stinky mess that is sore from working out daily but I will be glad to rid myself of this belly and some of my thighs.
Until then I am still trying to figure out a way to hook the Dyson up to me and suck the fat out. A girl can dream!