I'm Back... well sort of.

I'm not sure what my goal was on this blog..
From the looks of it, probably to see how long I could go without updating it or how long I could go kidding myself that exercise is not a part of what makes me, me or denying my body what it really craves... and that is good workouts.

So what I've learned in my hiatus from working out?
Plain and simple.
You don't work out.. you get lazy.
You don't work out... you get fatter.
You don't work out... it affects your mood AND everything else around you.
You don't work out... you think about it every single day.

So these past few weeks, I've dodged writing about it, thinking my glory back on the exercise wagon would come to an abrupt fail. And it has. I'll go a week all 'gung-ho' and then "something" magically comes up and I don't go for another week. Then I feel like s***, and shove food down my face. There goes the story of that part of my life.

So what's different this time?
Well..  let's just say I got a wake up call... no litearlly.
Not gonna go into it.. but my slight weight gain was noticable across the world.

The funny thing, is that the numbers have rarely changed:

I'm still there at a whopping 112.
But as in the beginning of this journey, it was never about the numbers.. and this is proof that it's not. Although I'm pretty much the same weight as I set out to be a year ago (Started at a solid 125) Physically, I'm not in shape. I can tell, my face is "chubbier" and my love handles have a better grip (?).  So when I get "plump" (love all these other adjectives besides fat btw).  I get "stout" it goes straight to my belly. I wish there was a way to evenly distribuite the "roly-pollys" but it won't go to my thighs or my butt, cause that would be nice.

So as I stuff my 'rotund' boo-tay in my favorite jeans, I try not to sit, and I refuse to let myself go.. although there are many days, I wonder what it would be like to just "eat" anything and everything.

So what's different this time?
Nothing really..
Just telling my hubby straight in the face that he and I could lose a few before we head to Hawaii in May. He doesn't like to hear it as much as I do.. but a nice "truth-slap" in the face is good every now and then.

So we're back to :
Me, portioning our food out.
Me, setting a schedule.
Me, setting goals and making sure we are not given "treats" until we deserve it.

I figured if we can push ourselves on a dark 20 degree night to go out for a run.. we can set our mind to literally do anything.

And after a couple of days of sticking to our plans.. I'm hungry for sure and craving all those damn pies in the fridge, but feeling great. 

Here's to another Journey..
(and I wouldn't be writing this all down, unless I was fully committed to at least 6 months of serious workout.. well at least till we get to Hawaii in May!)

 

Comments

[SuitcaseStudio]

holy cow, chica. Talk about determination! working out in 20 degree weather? brrr.... maybe on those super-chilly nights you could break out the wii fit or something. but think of how awesome you'll feel in May!!! ugh. I'm in the same boat. My wake-up call came just over a week ago... I was getting my bridesmaid dress altered for my brothers' wedding (now less than 2 weeks away). The dress was purchased in January, but I hadn't tried it on again. And um, yeah... I didn't FIT! I could barely zip it up, but couldn't BREATHE! And there was NO WAY I was gonna be able to sit down without busting a seam. So, after a few tearful minutes, I braced myself. I've been eating HOW I SHOULD HAVE BEEN now for over a week. And exercising each day now, too. Thankfully my mother-in-law was the one to do my alterations, and she's a miracle worker, cuz she was able to let the seams out just enough to fit. So I don't have to worry about THAT any more. But it was totally a wake-up call.