Why did I buy a treadmill? Well, as mentioned already, my husband is my absolute most favorite person ever. I already spend 12 or more hours a day away from him, and the thought of heading to the gym after he gets home just doesn't work for me. In fact, I did that, and in February, we finally finished paying off the membership I'd gotten 2 years before, and hadn't used in 1 year and 10 months. Hubs would get home, I'd regretfully head to the gym, spend an hour there, come home, and he'd be headed to bed in a couple of hours. That may work for some couples, but it doesn't work for us. We're the sick lovey-dovey super attached kind of couple. It was a lot of money we could have just set on fire in front of our very eyes... So, between not being a gym-body myself, and the fact that buying a $277 treadmill was a HELL of a lot cheaper than another gym membership....a treadmill it is then!
I walk/jog/run 3-4 miles per day, 4-5 times a week, hanging out on the treadmill for 45-60 minutes at a time. This isn't always the case. Sometimes I have to beg and plead with myself to get on it, and once I do, I just tell myself to stick with it for my minimum of 30 minutes. I also do 120 crunches (3 reps of 40), and I have some dumbbells that I lift. I don't have any real method to working the dumbbells, they're just ones that Ry has had for years and years, and I pick them up and just work with them in various positions. Just put in 30 minutes of activity in a day, and quit with the excuses. Yeah, the kids cry at the gate from time to time. Crying won't kill them...put in my earbuds, turn on pandora and move it along. Yeah, sometimes sitting on my ass in front of the computer seems like more fun, but it's not going to give me the results I want. If you have 30 minutes to hang out on the computer, in front of the tv, reading a book, snacking on a bag of chips, coming up with a million and one excuses as to why you can't lose weight...well then, you've got 30 minutes to get up and go for a walk, ride a bike, hop on the treadmill, throw the kids into the wagon and drag them to the park AND play with them...not sit on the bench and watch them.
Oh, and that bag of chips you won't admit to yourself you just ate...you did, and that will show up on the scale later. ;) I've always been a healthy eater...I love my fruits and veggies. Big ol' leafy green salad? Yes please! I've also always had a super sweet tooth that I've always just given in to without telling myself "NO!" Self...I feel like having 2 big ol' milky ways (which is really 4 bars, since the "king size" comes with 2 of them)...okay self, after eating so healthy all day, what could be so wrong in indulging with 920 calories and 36 grams of fat.....wha...whaaaat?! Also, I could easily down 6 12 oz cans of diet coke/day. I know that diet coke doesn't have any calories and all that jazz, but um...cutting the pop out has helped significantly. Also, the "fake" sugars are so, so, soooo bad for you. Yeah, exactly. If you're sitting there telling yourself the same thing, the only one you're hurting is yourself.
So, my "diet" consists of really...just cutting out junk. Now, don't get all upset...it's not all the time. I DO have pop here and there. What I was drinking in a day...I drink less than that a week now, about 4 cans a week, and not the diet stuff, either. I hate water, so much, but, I drink it because I have to. I'd like to live long enough to see my kids graduate, to grow old with my husband, to enjoy life. Something about stopping to test my blood sugar and injecting myself with insulin just doesn't seem that appealing to me. If I'm feeling like I need some candy, I stick with the "fun size", or...Skinny Cow...I love her. I have some Skinny Cow ice cream in the freezer, and some skinny cow candy bars on top of the fridge for those "GOTTA HAVE SWEETS OR I'M GOING TO KILL!" cravings. I refuse to take pills, or join some new fad. Once I get this weight off, I want it to stay off. Endangering my health is not worth taking the pills for, and the depression that comes with gaining all the weight back plus some makes not starting something like Atkins worth it.
I could carry on and on. Maybe another time I will, but for now, onto that weekly weigh in. This week I am down 3 pounds, putting me back into the 100's. (I had a gain last week, after our Anniversary weekend, which also happened to fall during Easter weekend. Yeah, there was a lot of horking down whatever the hell I felt like then. ;) This puts me at a total of 28.6 pounds lost, and just 1.4 pounds shy of my next mini-goal: 30 pounds. I set lots of mini-goals and big goals for myself to hit. It helps me to not get discouraged. Looking at the big picture, I needed to lose 77 pounds. If all I had to reach for was 77 pounds, I'd have already quit. So, next mini-goal is 30 pounds lost, next big goal is 179 pounds, because I've not seen that weight since I was pregnant with Aubrey- the 2nd oldest. Yeah, that's how long I've been carrying around all this extra weight. That's nonsense!
Also, my BMI started out at 37.8...YIKES! When I first started, I was obese class II...that's
SEVERELY obese. It doesn't feel very good to know that the medical
community looks at me at severely obese. Whether I've looked
like it or not is beside the point, the fact of the matter is, I was. I don't take the BMI as an exact science all the time,
but I mean, there is obviously *something* to it. Today my BMI is 33.0. According to my BMI, I am
obese....that doesn't sound so nice. I am .1 ...POINT ONE away from
being overweight instead. I've not been "overweight" in a
LONG time. And overweight might not seem so grand, but to me, it means everything! I'm ready, I AM doing this, nothing and no one is going to discourage me or stand of my way this time.
XOXO
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