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The Road to Skinny …. Following the Rules

Well, yesterday was my bi-weekly weigh-in and the results were pretty good.

I spent the last 2 weeks actually following all of my coaches orders. I ate, and I ate, and I ate. More food than I’ve eaten in a really long time. I took my vitamins, drank copious amounts of water and did exactly what I was supposed to do.

Overall, I felt great, outside of this evil sinus infection that just. won’t. die. I slept well, still didn’t convince myself to exercise, but I made it through another 2 weeks. Yeah Me!

I lost another 9lb’s and 6 more inches. And even better news, my body fat percentage went down which means I’m not losing lean mass, which means I’m doing the right thing for my body.

This year WILL be the final chapter in my Fat April story. I know it, I feel it and I love it.

Last week, I also joined a great little group on Facebook called Mission Slim Possible. It’s a bunch of people wanting to achieve some big goals this year – health & exercise wise. They’re all there to support and encourage and lift each other up. They’re going to inspire me to exercise … hasn’t happened yet, but it will. LOL. I did manage to download a 7 minute exercise app though, so that counts for something right?? (Yes, I’m that lazy that I count that action as exercise).

I’m grateful for their honest and open hearts, and their daily words of encouragement. Our stories are all very different but our goals are the same. We all want more. We all want better. We all want change.

Wherever you are in your “get skinny/healthy” journey, find yourself a support system somewhere. If it can’t be your spouse, find a good friend. If your friends are as unmotivated as you are, find a group of workout buddies. Just find something or someone to help you get through this adventure. If you’re in the same boat as me, the journey will be long and tough, and not one you can do on your own.

Thankfully, I’m blessed with a good husband, great friends and an awesome coach. They are the voices that push me forward and remind me of my goals. They are my gifts in this world.

Who’s your helper? Go find one. Now.

See you in 2 weeks.



K is for Kick-Off

Today is the day that I start. I’m kicking off my new way of thinking, my new way of eating and my new way of living. Today I’m putting me first. Something that I’ve never done before.

I’m not going on a diet. I’m not doing anything drastic. I’m not starving myself. I’m not getting caught up in the numbers on the scale. I’m just going to live.

Today I’m going to make healthy food choices as opposed to the obviously bad ones. I’m going to drink water when I’m thirsty. I’m going to make myself take all the vitamins and pills that my body so desperately needs and I constantly forget to take. I’m going to go for a walk with my husband everyday. I’m going to go to sleep before 2 am. I’m going to take time to shower and brush my hair, every day. I’m going to choose to be better.

I’m looking forward to this change in my thinking and this change in my life. I know that some days are going to be awesome and that some days are going to royally suck. But this time, the bad days won’t defeat me. They’ll just be a trigger to try harder tomorrow.

Who’s joining me in this journey?

This post is Day 13 of the Summer Blog Challenge – 31 posts in 31 Days

Please visit my fellow challenge bloggers and read their stories.

Meaghan at Magz D Life
Tam at Tam I Am
Liam at In The Now
Jessica at2plus2X2

E is for Exercise

Yes, you may have noticed that there is a theme happening here and that I’m obviously at a place of change. Or wanting a change. Or something.

Letting go of baggage and giving up on dieting can only lead to one place and that’s exercise. Which I hate. With a passion. Which should actually be considered an F word as far as I’m concerned. (I actually considered saving this post for “Letter F Day”).

I hate it for many reasons and I’m going to share them with you. Please feel free to whine along with me as you read my list of excuses valid reasons.

1. I hate being hot. CANNOT STAND it. Makes me feel like crap, gives me a headache and flat-out makes me sick. I’ve felt this way my entire life.

2. I don’t like being outside. It’s either too hot or too cold. When the temperature is just right, there are bugs. And pollen. And weeds. And grass. And furry little animals. All of which make me itchy and sneezy. Mother Nature hates me.

3. I’m too out of shape to do a whole lot of anything, so whenever I try, I almost die. Like really die, laying on a sidewalk, can’t take a breath, heart pushing its way out of my chest die.

4. I look terrible in shorts and tank tops, and exercising in normal clothes gets too hot. (See excuse reason Number One).

5. It’s boring.

6. I truly am content and happy doing absolutely nothing. I have zero desire to go outside and enjoy the sun, or go out and explore the world and see the sights. I’ve tried to find that desire deep down inside of myself, but it’s just not there. Don’t know why, but it’s not.

7. I’m lazy.

8. I like TV, the internet, Twitter and Facebook much more than I like leaving it.

9. I cannot justify buying myself a gym membership, gym equipment or even a pair of running shoes for that matter.

10. I’m okay with being out of shape and unhealthy.

As I write all of my pathetic  reasons down, it makes me sad. How in the world does someone get to the place where they don’t give a whoopty-doo  about how they look or feel? How exactly does that happen? More importantly, how does someone change that?

I think that I’ve spent so many years being a Mom, a wife and a friend that I’ve forgotten about myself. My health has now taken me to a place of many limitations, and I’m almost being held hostage by things that I may never be able to change.  And that will be where my challenge begins … fighting through the thoughts in my head telling me that “you’re never going to get better”, “you can’t do this” and “just accept it”. I need to turn my “excuses” into motivators and turn my life around. Just the thought of that kinda makes me want to barf though.

So where do I begin? I’m thinking that it’s just going to start with one foot in front of the other. Faith and the promise of something better will have to be what pulls me along.  Who wants to join me?


This post is Day 7 of the Summer Blog Challenge

Please visit the other fabulous bloggers and their stories.

Zita at The Dulock Diaries.

Meaghan at MagzD Life

Natasha at Natural Urban Mamas

Aramelle at One Wheeler’s World

 Jessica at 2plus2X2!

The Road to Skinny … The Workout Queen

I finally took the plunge and went to a workout class. I didn’t die.

A good friend searched me out this morning and encouraged me to join her class. I tried every single excuse possible to not go, and she had a response to every single response I threw back at her. I’m fairly confident she practiced at home before coming to find me as she knew her fight was going to be a big one. 10 years without working out does not an easy sale make. But she sucked me in, and off I went, husband in tow as I was too chicken to go by myself.

I was pleasantly surprised when I arrived at the school gym. There were people of all shapes and sizes. All ages, men and women. I immediately felt comfortable, and surprisingly not all that out-of-place. I still wasn’t excited or overly thrilled to be there, but I knew that it was where I belonged. I weighed in and discovered that I’ve now lost 39 lbs. Yeah. I was measured and fat tested, and if I was about 10′ tall, I would be perfectly proportioned. Overall, I wasn’t horrified, not proud or happy with my “state”, but okay. At least now I know exactly where I’m at, there’s no guessing or wondering. It is what it is, and it’s who I am, NOW.

I am so very grateful that the walls weren’t lined with mirrors and I didn’t have to watch the spectacle that was myself. I’m thrilled that my back row workout buddies were just as uncoordinated as I was. I am thankful for the group of gracious individuals that offered a judgement free zone to workout in.  I’m happy that I went, and I will go back next week.

Thank-you Friend for pushing me “past” myself. I know it’s not going to be easy, and that you’re probably going to have to “encourage” my weekly return, but thank-you for hitting the start button.

I leave you all with this … if you’re stuck at home, scared to try something new, and totally unsure of yourself, it’s okay. If I survived, you will too.