This week I returned from a lovely Memorial Day weekend to a vicious slap in the face from my scale. It was unnerving. It was glowing. It frightened me.
I realized that:
1. I have been eating waaaaaaaaaay too much. By that I mean that I’ve been eating probably 1000 calories a day more than my body requires.
2. What I eat has been too unhealthy.
3. I am out of shape.
4. My hinter region is the talk of my boyfriend’s work. (In a positive sense, but still.)
5. I have gained 30 pounds since last May.
6. Some of my health issues could very well be attributed to my lack of good nutrition in addition to the more obvious causes of stress and car accident.
7. Something big needs to shift, and now. Not later.
I do not want to be one of those people who ends up waddling around and feeling downtrodden about the diet that failed again. I do not want to die of heart disease, cancer, or any other preventable malady. I want to live a long and healthy life. I want to play actively with my future progeny. I would love to play actively with the progeny of my future progeny. I want to fit into my size 6 pants. I want my flat tummy back. If those things are going to be a reality, I need to start making some lifestyle changes. Not diet. But changes in the way I live my life in order to respect my body and use it wisely.
Even though I started the exercise bit before leaving for Memorial Day, I’ve kicked it up a bit since. I’ve set a goal of doing at least 10 minutes of cardio exercise per day, but so far I’ve been doing 30. I’ve started tracking food and calories and fitness on SparkPeople. I’m drinking 8-10 glasses of water a day. I’m making a concerted effort to buy vegetables, fruits, and to make my own breads when possible.
Progress so far? According to my scale yesterday, I’ve dropped 5 pounds. Ish. Part of that could be due to the fact that my weight upon my return had jumped up about 8, so some of the loss could be artificial, but hey. It’s a start. Other observations are: since exercising every day, I both have more energy and sleep better; my tummy is flatter; my skin looks better and feels softer.
All of that is good. Plus, I made a kickass lunch today consisting of a homemade tortilla, 1/4 cup each of black beans and sweet corn, some green chili salsa, a bit of mexican cheese, and 2 tablespoons of light sour cream. All in all, it was less than 500 calories, and it was filling and delicious. So good I am probably going to make it again tomorrow. Homemade tortillas? Awesome. Love it.
For a snack today I had a bunch of cherries. Then I got really sleepy. Then I stumbled across an article about cherries. Apparently they are really high in melatonin. No wonder I got drowsy.
Eat some cherries. Then take a nap. Sound perfect? It should.
Turns out, it’s actually a bit of a workout. Go figure.
After literally six weeks of laying around on my arse, I decided it was about time to get off it and try to lose some of the weight that made itself known to me as I attempted to pour it into a pair of shorts yesterday. This pair of shorts was a size bigger than what I wore last summer. Needless to say, the swells of flesh that so stubbornly prohibited my arse from fitting into the denim made their point. They’ve made themselves at home, and I think I need to evict them.
Hence the workout.
I have been a bit scarce for the last few days. At least I think I have. Time has gone all wonky. I really think there is some sort of rift in the space-time continuum, but that’s neither here nor there. It is Memorial Day weekend, I suppose, which may excuse any of my scarcity (but would not excuse a rift in the space-time continuum).
I’ma go to the beach! It’s for a whole two days, but still. Beach. Me. Go. Picture me, the whitest white girl in white-onia, slathered in SPF 100 so as to look even whiter, lounging in an olive green bikini, feeling self-conscious whilst squishing my toes in very hot sand and trying to think of ways to get my boyfriend to make out with me under the boardwalk. Yep. That’ll be me tomorrow. And I’m serious about that boardwalk thing. I’ve wanted to do that ever since I heard Bette Midler pound out that song in Beaches. My boyfriend’s plans consist of eating lots of pizza and…sandwiches. (If you are a How I Met Your Mother fan, you will know precisely to what I am referring by the latter.) I have only a few things on my agenda:
1. Play a round of mini-golf.
2. Eat some Dippin’ Dots and see if they are as good as I always hoped they would be as a child — I was never allowed to get them.
3. Make out under the boardwalk.
4. Walk. A lot. Preferably on the beach. This is part of my whole fat eviction scheme.
As you can see, Item 1 has suffered a setback. The setback is that I am broke, and mini-golf is seldom cheap, particularly in a high-frequency, high-tourist area such as Bethany Beach. (Why, yes, gentle viewers! You now know where I will be this weekend.)
I don’t think I will have the money to eat, which is okay because of that whole fat eviction thing. It’s only two days, anyway.
Also, I think I have found a new Emmie home! I hope. Here’s the ad I think it placed looking for renters:
Quirky five bedroom full of awesome seeks young tenants for lounging patio barbecues, sprawling living, and unique closet arrangement. Stuffy and pretentious dwellers caught up in matching color schemes need not apply.
It’s pretty much perfect. Right down to the varying color schemes and oddly placed closets (some aren’t even in the bedrooms). Wish me success!
On that note, I am off to be a nerd and play Fable 2 whilst pondering my story and waiting for the boyo to get off work.