Something Happened

Something just happened to me that I have to blog about.
What happened?
The pizza won.

I got to work this morning and ate well, I felt great, I was energized and enthused and happy.
Things got stressful fast. Someone called off, another person is on vacay and I am left with the only person incapable of everything. Great. In the middle of the stress she asked me if I would care if she left for the day. Mind you she got here four hours in to the work day.
sigh.
So the pizza won. Three pieces, to be exact. And then a cookie. Yeah.

Instead of being heartbroken about this and crying, I am going to walk. I am going to do my best to claim some of those points I ate back.
I will admit I also had a rough weekend, so this wagon fall isn't exactly what I need. However, it's not too late to recommit and make it a good day after all. That's what it is all about, one step at a time.

Eating My Way to Weight Loss

What if you lost weight by eating? Wouldn’t that be great?

Guess what? You do.
It has finally clicked in my brain that weight loss and healthy living is about putting good things in your body, as opposed to denying yourself.
Weight loss is about refusing to settle.
Tell yourself that you will NOT settle for the half hardened donught or lemon square at the office.
You will NOT settle for being exhausted, ridden with a food baby and unable to move.
You will NOT settle on missing out on life due to exhaustion and lack of self esteem.
You will NOT settle for a sub par life—and that includes your exercise life, sex life, mental life, family life, etc.
You will NOT settle on living with the emotional weight that obesity brings.

Healthy living is about rejoicing in the bounty before you.
It should look like a fresh, ripe strawberry, not a double down from KFC.
Imagine that you are what you eat. Do you want to be deep fried, brown and crispy or bountiful, lush and ripe?
I know my choice.

Breakfast

I weighed in at the doctor yesterday and I am proud to say that I am down ten pounds from three months ago.
I visit the doctor every three months, so these will serve as mini-check ins. By next time (end of July) I would like to be around 230-235.

In other news, it is apparent that if I don't make a giant mess of eggs for the week on the weekend, I won't have a proper breakfast unless I settle for oatmeal.

I have yet to find a way to make oatmeal fancy and still within the 2-3 point range. I may invest in some blueberry mix this weekend as a test.

Last night I went out to dinner with the fam. We went to the pub which is an England themed restaurant.

I had two rum and diet cokes. 2 pts per=6
A salad with balsamic dressing. 2 pts
a serving of potato chips (they cover these bad boys with cheese and bbq sauce and bacon!)6 pts
half a french dip (the other half went to Art for lunch, which shows will power on my part!)7
1 tbs mayo 3
and a glass of champagne 2

I saved many of my points from the day to make this night a success and snuck in two activity points even though I missed my lunch workout.

How do you survive a night out? What is worth the points and what isn't?

Off the Wagon

It isn’t about the fall.
It is all about the climb back up.
I ate horribly this weekend. I can’t really say why. Perhaps it was because I am stressed about this job opportunity, or school, or something but to be honest I can’t say why I did it.
And I’m not going to dwell on it. I fell off the wagon and had a food hangover and remembered why eating that way feels more like dying than living. Seriously, it stripped me of my energy entirely and I was exhausted and didn’t want to move or be jolly or live.
It wasn’t worth it. I’d rather have something worth eating—something natural, whole wheat, tasty, fresh and delicious. Something that resembles fuel rather than padding.
I did walk the beast yesterday for close to an hour and it was really satisfying. It was a bit cool out but once we got moving it felt great. I listened to the ipod and that was generally enjoyable and Prime didn’t try to jump out in front of any cars or anything. Overall, it was a success and I plan to do it again very soon. I drove the path to the park this AM and found it is 1.7 miles to the park. So that means it is 3.4 miles there and back. If I do 1.6 to two miles while at the park (they have this awesome path), then we will have rocked five miles! Prime is pretty tired after a mile or two, so we may need to build up to this. You know, for his sake 

I can’t wait to tell you how I got back on the wagon and how good it felt. Until then, I send my encouragement out to you as you work on your path.

Too Much

Why is it so hard to find just that right amount?
Tonight I made turkey stroganoff, compliments of @eatmovewrite, and it was delish (if a little runny because I added too much water…whoops!).
And I had too much of it. I am coming down from all-too-full feeling as I type, but I can’t help but ask myself how I got there. Why do I keep putting food down my gullet when I have had enough?
And in all fairness, I only had a cup of noodles and 2/3 or ¾ a cup of turkey, mushroom, onion, sour cream blend. And in all fairness, “enough” is changing drastically. Still, I think I could have done better—I could have been better to myself by listening a little more closely.
To fight the full, I took el beastie for a walk. It was a joyous occasion. “The world is new again!” He seemed to scream as he dashed around, lifting his leg, sniffing.
We didn’t walk a full thirty minutes, but I got over twenty minutes which by all reports says I gained something from the experience. Then we came home and played in the backyard. It was awesome. I hope to really build up this “play time” as it can be a high intensity work out—and I could use it! I’m going to need to find some crappy shoes though so I don’t constantly have to steer clear of poop bombs.