...we all have them, whether it be a pair of jeans, a dress, a skirt, each and every one of us have our "Skinny Clothes". The clothes that are just that little bit too snug when they were purchased, couldn't quite do up the zipper but we wanted them just that much. When you do wear them and they fit you feel as though you could conquer the world. You know what I'm talking about right????
Well, I have a skinny skirt. I bought it many, many, many years ago, it's a classic pencil skirt, a cute little slit on the back, no waistband and zips up on the side with an eye and hook to keep it all together. When I bought it, it didn't fit, I knew it didn't fit but it was on clearance, I loved the color and I wanted it. So I bought it. When I was first losing weight back in 2005, before I had my car accident I was able to wear my skinny skirt a couple of times. I was thrilled then and very proud to be able to wear my skinny skirt. Which by the way is a size 24. Now I realize, that isn't a lot of people's idea of a skinny skirt, but when you usually by the elastic waistband, yards of material, a size 24 pencil skirt is your skinny skirt!!
Since January, every once in a while, I'll pull out the skinny skirt and see how we are doing. I have to admit, when I pulled it out of the closet Monday morning, I didn't have a lot of high hopes for it. However, I slipped it on(notice I said slipped, there was no pulling, tugging or jumping up and down!), did up the hook and eye and zipped it up. I stood on my tippy toes to look in the bathroom mirror to see how it looked, then went through to my husband's office to see what he thought. He said it looked good, it wasn't too tight, there were no bulges or tight seams. So, I wore my skinny skirt to work.
Yes indeed. I wore my skinny skirt, and I'm proud of it, one more goal accomplished!
Now, I have to go shopping (insert evil laugh here) and get myself another skinny skirt, maybe, just maybe this time I'll buy it in a regular department store!
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Setting Goals
Have you ever sat down with a notepad and pen and thought,'I need to set some goals.'? I am a goal setter. I readily admit it. I set a goal, I envision what I have to do to reach that goal, I work out my plan and start working towards it. This doesn't mean that I always reach my goals mind you. Sometimes I realize they aren't viable for me at that particular point in time, or they don't make sense or they are just all together are unrealistic.
However...when someone tries to tell me I can't do something, that I can't reach my goals, that it isn't attainable, well they don't know what they are talking about. Take for example the first year I did the Weekend to End Breast Cancer. It is a 60km walk through the streets of Vancouver. I signed up for the walk in January of 2008, shortly after learning that one of my best friends mom had been diagnosed with Cancer yet again and had only weeks to live. I decided then and there, at that moment that I had to do something about cancer, not just Breast Cancer, but all Cancers. In the middle of the night, too upset for my friend to sleep I saw the commercial for the Weekend to End Breast cancer, I came through to the computer and immediately signed up for it.
When my husband got up the next morning, I told him what I was doing and he gave me his total support, whatever I needed him to do to help me he would do. It was great, but there were others who told me I COULDN'T do it. I was too heavy, I was too out of shape, I would hurt my knee's, my ankles, on and on the list went. Every time one of those people told me I couldn't do it, I trained harder, walked further to build up my endurance and I DID IT!! I did it not just in 2008, but I did it this year as well, and I've already signed up for next year. I put my training plan in place, I trained for it and I succeeded.
I've come to realize that my weight loss is just like that. I want to lose weight. Great, but HOW am I going to do it? I didn't have a plan, I had a goal, Yes, I want to lose a hundred pounds. A huge amount when I think of it like that but that's what I HAVE to do. So how am I going to do it? Now that I've set my goal, I have to set out my plan, and I have to have mini goals along the way. I started out having a rough day today, I woke up hungry and craving chocolate, the craving bugged me all morning and into the afternoon. I finally satisfied the craving, not the way I once would have by going to the store and buying two or three chocolate bars and eating them. I went for coffee with my husband, we bought an oat fudge bar and split it between us. I knew going in what I was going to do, I had a plan, and that kept me on goal for today. Today's goal was to stay within my regular points allowance, I didn't want to go over and have to use some AP's or Flex points. I wanted to stay on plan, that was the goal for today.
The goal for tomorrow, is the same, stay on plan and go to the gym, spend an hour exercising.
The goal for next week, to lose two pounds at weigh in.
The goal for next month, to reach my 5% of me lost goal.
The goal for January, to start training for my walk, and my run. Yes my run, I've set a goal for myself. I'm going to actually RUN the CIBC Run for the cure next year. All 5km's of it. This year I walked it with some very special ladies. Next year, I want to run it.
For me, it's all about setting goals, and planning for achieving those goals. One day at a time will soon add up to a month at a time. It's not that hard when you break it down that way. At least I'm hoping it won't be as hard.
However...when someone tries to tell me I can't do something, that I can't reach my goals, that it isn't attainable, well they don't know what they are talking about. Take for example the first year I did the Weekend to End Breast Cancer. It is a 60km walk through the streets of Vancouver. I signed up for the walk in January of 2008, shortly after learning that one of my best friends mom had been diagnosed with Cancer yet again and had only weeks to live. I decided then and there, at that moment that I had to do something about cancer, not just Breast Cancer, but all Cancers. In the middle of the night, too upset for my friend to sleep I saw the commercial for the Weekend to End Breast cancer, I came through to the computer and immediately signed up for it.
When my husband got up the next morning, I told him what I was doing and he gave me his total support, whatever I needed him to do to help me he would do. It was great, but there were others who told me I COULDN'T do it. I was too heavy, I was too out of shape, I would hurt my knee's, my ankles, on and on the list went. Every time one of those people told me I couldn't do it, I trained harder, walked further to build up my endurance and I DID IT!! I did it not just in 2008, but I did it this year as well, and I've already signed up for next year. I put my training plan in place, I trained for it and I succeeded.
I've come to realize that my weight loss is just like that. I want to lose weight. Great, but HOW am I going to do it? I didn't have a plan, I had a goal, Yes, I want to lose a hundred pounds. A huge amount when I think of it like that but that's what I HAVE to do. So how am I going to do it? Now that I've set my goal, I have to set out my plan, and I have to have mini goals along the way. I started out having a rough day today, I woke up hungry and craving chocolate, the craving bugged me all morning and into the afternoon. I finally satisfied the craving, not the way I once would have by going to the store and buying two or three chocolate bars and eating them. I went for coffee with my husband, we bought an oat fudge bar and split it between us. I knew going in what I was going to do, I had a plan, and that kept me on goal for today. Today's goal was to stay within my regular points allowance, I didn't want to go over and have to use some AP's or Flex points. I wanted to stay on plan, that was the goal for today.
The goal for tomorrow, is the same, stay on plan and go to the gym, spend an hour exercising.
The goal for next week, to lose two pounds at weigh in.
The goal for next month, to reach my 5% of me lost goal.
The goal for January, to start training for my walk, and my run. Yes my run, I've set a goal for myself. I'm going to actually RUN the CIBC Run for the cure next year. All 5km's of it. This year I walked it with some very special ladies. Next year, I want to run it.
For me, it's all about setting goals, and planning for achieving those goals. One day at a time will soon add up to a month at a time. It's not that hard when you break it down that way. At least I'm hoping it won't be as hard.
Proud
I had to change my weigh in day this week from Thursday night to Saturday morning. I have a few work shifts at night coming up and I'll be missing my weigh in so I think I'm going to make the move to Saturday mornings. I went to my first Saturday morning weigh in at 8am yesterday and found success. I was down 2.8lbs. That's a total of 13.1 pounds in four weeks. That's a pretty good average.
I felt good about my weigh in all day, it carried me through the weekly chores of grocery shopping,etc.
My husband and I decided to go for lunch at Tim Horton's. It is a little over a kilometre away, we drove down, I ordered the mushroom soup and I only ate half of it. That was enough, I was satisfied. Then I made the decision to walk home. It only took 14 minutes, and I once again made it up the hill without huffing and puffing along. I was happy, happy, happy.
After dinner, I made myself go to the gym. I really didn't want to but I did it! I did my 45 minutes on the Elliptical and then moved over to the treadmill where I am trying to learn how to run. Now, I realize so some people that may sound funny. Learn to run? What's to learn, you just run. But Trust me, when you have very rarely run in your life, you have to learn how to do it properly. Especially when you are my size. I had a trainer a few years ago, before I had my car accident who had put together a learn to run program for me. I pulled it out this week and looked through it and started at it.
I walked for the first minute, ran for 30 seconds, walked for a minute to recover, ran for 45 seconds, walked for a minute and a half, ran for 1 minute, walked for 2 minutes. You get the idea. I'm not ready for a race yet, I'm fairly certain it would make me keel over. However, I'm proud of what I accomplished today.
I felt good about my weigh in all day, it carried me through the weekly chores of grocery shopping,etc.
My husband and I decided to go for lunch at Tim Horton's. It is a little over a kilometre away, we drove down, I ordered the mushroom soup and I only ate half of it. That was enough, I was satisfied. Then I made the decision to walk home. It only took 14 minutes, and I once again made it up the hill without huffing and puffing along. I was happy, happy, happy.
After dinner, I made myself go to the gym. I really didn't want to but I did it! I did my 45 minutes on the Elliptical and then moved over to the treadmill where I am trying to learn how to run. Now, I realize so some people that may sound funny. Learn to run? What's to learn, you just run. But Trust me, when you have very rarely run in your life, you have to learn how to do it properly. Especially when you are my size. I had a trainer a few years ago, before I had my car accident who had put together a learn to run program for me. I pulled it out this week and looked through it and started at it.
I walked for the first minute, ran for 30 seconds, walked for a minute to recover, ran for 45 seconds, walked for a minute and a half, ran for 1 minute, walked for 2 minutes. You get the idea. I'm not ready for a race yet, I'm fairly certain it would make me keel over. However, I'm proud of what I accomplished today.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Choice
as defined by the same dictionary, as before, obviously the only dictionary I have LOL;-)
1a. act of choosing, b. thing or person chosen, 2. range from which to choose, 3. power of opportunity to choose.
The power of opportunity to choose...wow! What a clear message, the POWER of OPPORTUNITY to CHOOSE. I have the power to choose the right thing. I have the power to choose the wrong thing. That's a pretty heavy concept. I have the opportunity to choose the right or wrong thing.
I think for a huge part of my life, I did choose the wrong thing. A lot of time I did choose the right thing. Right now, today, yesterday and tomorrow, I'm choosing to do the right thing for me.
It doens't matter that I am choosing the proper food to eat, choosing to go to the gym or stay at home. I have the power over what I choose to do.
I chose to go to the gym tonight,I was tired, I didn't really feel like going. I could have stayed home, watched tv, a movie, or read a book, but I made the choice to go to the gym. I feel better for it, I moved this tired body of mine around for almost two hours. I did 30 minutes on the Elliptical, I did 15 minutes on the Stairclimber, I did 45 minutes of weights and finished up with 15 minutes on the treadmill. The choice I made today, will affect my tomorrow.
I'm glad I got active today, because I want to choose the better tomorrow!
1a. act of choosing, b. thing or person chosen, 2. range from which to choose, 3. power of opportunity to choose.
The power of opportunity to choose...wow! What a clear message, the POWER of OPPORTUNITY to CHOOSE. I have the power to choose the right thing. I have the power to choose the wrong thing. That's a pretty heavy concept. I have the opportunity to choose the right or wrong thing.
I think for a huge part of my life, I did choose the wrong thing. A lot of time I did choose the right thing. Right now, today, yesterday and tomorrow, I'm choosing to do the right thing for me.
It doens't matter that I am choosing the proper food to eat, choosing to go to the gym or stay at home. I have the power over what I choose to do.
I chose to go to the gym tonight,I was tired, I didn't really feel like going. I could have stayed home, watched tv, a movie, or read a book, but I made the choice to go to the gym. I feel better for it, I moved this tired body of mine around for almost two hours. I did 30 minutes on the Elliptical, I did 15 minutes on the Stairclimber, I did 45 minutes of weights and finished up with 15 minutes on the treadmill. The choice I made today, will affect my tomorrow.
I'm glad I got active today, because I want to choose the better tomorrow!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Rememberance Day
Those who know me personally know that I have family members, and friends in various military branches in both the UK and here at home. This poem always brings me to tears, especially when I think of those who have the job that Gary and Daniel currently have that others I know have had in the past. Please take a moment today to reflect on those who have lost their lives, loved ones, brother, sister, aunt, uncle, cousin, mother or father to give us the life we live.
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
'Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you ?
Have you always turned the other cheek ?
To My Church have you been true?'
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
'No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
'Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell.'
Author Unknown~
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
'Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you ?
Have you always turned the other cheek ?
To My Church have you been true?'
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
'No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
'Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell.'
Author Unknown~
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Emotional
as defined by the Oxford dictionary of Current English.
1. of or epressing emotions. 2 especially liable to emotion. 3 arousing emotion.
I have been emotional today. Actually that's an understatement! I HAVE BEEN EXTREMELY EMOTIONAL today. That's better. Let us be honest. I've been a raging hormonal emotional basketcase for most of the day. Started crying this morning for no real good reason, this gave me a headache which made me miserable. HOWEVER...I did succeed. I did not give in as I once (in the not so distant past) would have done. I didn't cry into a Venti- Extra Hot- Peppermint- White Chocolate Mocha with extra whip. No, I did not. Instead, I opted for a Tall Earl Grey tea, with a splenda in it. I did not reach for chocolate or chips, or a hamburger or french fries or any of the other bad foods I would have chosen. Instead, I made myself a good, well balanced lunch, Salad, cottage cheese, fruit cup, pear, and WW cheese twists. I ate my lunch slowly through the day, one item at a time over the course of a couple of hours.
When I got home from work I made a nice healthy dinner for my husband and I, then I met my brother for coffee, where I once again, forfeited my once upon a time Ambrosia for my soul White Chocolate Mocha, for a tall Earl Grey tea with a splenda. Then...then, I the queen of excuses, the person who had a rough day, didn't want to do it but had to go anyway...I went to the gym at 8pm. I did, I went to the gym and I got on the Elliptical and I went and I went and I went, all the while watching The Biggest Loser while I worked out. For 55 minutes I worked my fanny off, and then I headed home, and instead of popping my usual bag of popcorn for a snack, I drank some more water, and had some fruit. I did great.
Emotional eating used to get the best of me. Upset, heck yes, I'll take that quarter pounder with cheese, super size my fries and a diet coke, or that Large bag of Doritos, plus the Fruit and nut chocolate bar.
Today I got the upper hand on Emotional eating and didn't give in to it's lure. I did it. I conquered, and although emotional...I didn't eat that way. I feel good!
1. of or epressing emotions. 2 especially liable to emotion. 3 arousing emotion.
I have been emotional today. Actually that's an understatement! I HAVE BEEN EXTREMELY EMOTIONAL today. That's better. Let us be honest. I've been a raging hormonal emotional basketcase for most of the day. Started crying this morning for no real good reason, this gave me a headache which made me miserable. HOWEVER...I did succeed. I did not give in as I once (in the not so distant past) would have done. I didn't cry into a Venti- Extra Hot- Peppermint- White Chocolate Mocha with extra whip. No, I did not. Instead, I opted for a Tall Earl Grey tea, with a splenda in it. I did not reach for chocolate or chips, or a hamburger or french fries or any of the other bad foods I would have chosen. Instead, I made myself a good, well balanced lunch, Salad, cottage cheese, fruit cup, pear, and WW cheese twists. I ate my lunch slowly through the day, one item at a time over the course of a couple of hours.
When I got home from work I made a nice healthy dinner for my husband and I, then I met my brother for coffee, where I once again, forfeited my once upon a time Ambrosia for my soul White Chocolate Mocha, for a tall Earl Grey tea with a splenda. Then...then, I the queen of excuses, the person who had a rough day, didn't want to do it but had to go anyway...I went to the gym at 8pm. I did, I went to the gym and I got on the Elliptical and I went and I went and I went, all the while watching The Biggest Loser while I worked out. For 55 minutes I worked my fanny off, and then I headed home, and instead of popping my usual bag of popcorn for a snack, I drank some more water, and had some fruit. I did great.
Emotional eating used to get the best of me. Upset, heck yes, I'll take that quarter pounder with cheese, super size my fries and a diet coke, or that Large bag of Doritos, plus the Fruit and nut chocolate bar.
Today I got the upper hand on Emotional eating and didn't give in to it's lure. I did it. I conquered, and although emotional...I didn't eat that way. I feel good!
Sunday, November 8, 2009
I feel good!
na na na na na na na. I knew that I would....all right I'm no godfather of soul, but I feel good! Actually, I feel great!!!!
I had a great weekend off from work. I had an epiphany on friday when I got to buy much smaller clothes! (Yes, I am still doing the happy dance about that.) Last night I hosted a dinner party with three guests, I made a fabulous meal, everyone went home satisfied and happy. I was even asked for the recipe for my home made Ceasar dressing and for my pasta! I stayed within my points, I actually had points left over! How about that!
I had a great day today hanging out with my husband, we didn't do much, but we did go and get some books! YEAH! I love books, that's another subject for another day though. I took my mom grocery shopping. I made 2 new recipes from my newest cookbook purchase (The Best of Chef at Home! I highly recommend it). After dinner I was tired, and almost...almost...almost...didn't go to the gym.
However, the queen of excuses, had no excuse today so off to the gym I went, and I had another fabulous work out and another epiphany! Actually it was more like two of them!
The first one, as I'm on the elliptical, my heart rate monitor kept beeping at me, I looked at it wondering what was wrong and it had my heart rate still quite low after about five minutes, so I bumped up the resistance to the next level, waited a few minutes and it was still beeping at me. I had to bump the Elliptical up to level 5 to get my heart rate into the zone! WAHOO!!! For those of you who don't know why I'm so excited about this, it's because I'm healthier and I have to work harder! YEAH!!!
The next epiphany came when I was working with my weights and I realized, I can't watch my form properly. Why you ask? Because my shirt is literally hanging on me! It's too big! When I was doing my wall push up's I glanced in the mirror to make sure that my butt was in the proper position and my shirt looked like a dress. It was billowing out in front of me when I went up and when I went down!
I'm literally shrinking right before my eyes....How about that, that is just one more reason to feel good!
I had a great weekend off from work. I had an epiphany on friday when I got to buy much smaller clothes! (Yes, I am still doing the happy dance about that.) Last night I hosted a dinner party with three guests, I made a fabulous meal, everyone went home satisfied and happy. I was even asked for the recipe for my home made Ceasar dressing and for my pasta! I stayed within my points, I actually had points left over! How about that!
I had a great day today hanging out with my husband, we didn't do much, but we did go and get some books! YEAH! I love books, that's another subject for another day though. I took my mom grocery shopping. I made 2 new recipes from my newest cookbook purchase (The Best of Chef at Home! I highly recommend it). After dinner I was tired, and almost...almost...almost...didn't go to the gym.
However, the queen of excuses, had no excuse today so off to the gym I went, and I had another fabulous work out and another epiphany! Actually it was more like two of them!
The first one, as I'm on the elliptical, my heart rate monitor kept beeping at me, I looked at it wondering what was wrong and it had my heart rate still quite low after about five minutes, so I bumped up the resistance to the next level, waited a few minutes and it was still beeping at me. I had to bump the Elliptical up to level 5 to get my heart rate into the zone! WAHOO!!! For those of you who don't know why I'm so excited about this, it's because I'm healthier and I have to work harder! YEAH!!!
The next epiphany came when I was working with my weights and I realized, I can't watch my form properly. Why you ask? Because my shirt is literally hanging on me! It's too big! When I was doing my wall push up's I glanced in the mirror to make sure that my butt was in the proper position and my shirt looked like a dress. It was billowing out in front of me when I went up and when I went down!
I'm literally shrinking right before my eyes....How about that, that is just one more reason to feel good!
Friday, November 6, 2009
The number 5.
The number five has come to mean alot to me today.
Yesterday was November 5th and it was Weigh in day. I went to my weigh in at 530 and this week I lost 1.4 pounds giving me a three week total of 10 pounds lost.
Today I went shopping for a couple of clothing items. I normally hate clothes shopping as I always get upset by the clothes sizes and I get mad at myself for needing the largest size in the large ladies store. Today I bought 5 items. And I'm very, very excited about those five items. You see, the last time I bought myself some shirts, I had to buy the 5X. Wow, even typing that was hard, I WAS a 5X, sometimes it was a 6X, if they didn't have any 5's, I'd buy the 6 as a 4 was too small. I've been working out since December, losing weight slowly but surely, so I decided I would be brave and try out the 4's. I figured I'd lost some so why not tempt fate and try for the smaller size. I found a couple of really cute tops for work and carried them back to the change room.
This is when I had my epiphany. My clothes, and I mean ALL of my clothes...are way to big on me now...hehe.
You see I put on the first size 4X, and it was too big, Pulled it off and checked the tag, yes, it was indeed a 4x. I put on the next top, it was also too big. The sales clerk went to get me the 3x, to try that on, and that was too big! I was really excited and a little apprehensive, was the 2 going to fit, would it be too tight...I waited in anticipation as the sales clerk came back and handed me my shirts over the door. These were the coveted 2's. Something that I don't remember ever wearing as an adult, I honestly don't. But here we go, I pulled the 2 on over my head, put my arms in, turned around, looked in the mirror, and promptly burst into tears.
The sales clerk heard me, and asked concerned if I was all right. I called through to her that I was, I was just having a moment and could she please do me one more favour. She said of course, and I asked her to please get me the 1X. The 2X was too big! In tears, I plopped down on the change room chair, grabbed my cell phone and promptly made two phone calls. The first to my husband. I'm in a 1 I yelled. He was exicted for me, thrilled for me even! Then I called my mom....sometimes a girl just needs to talk to her mom. My mom was thrilled for me as well, as was the sales clerk who had come back with the precious size 1X in her hands. She then looked at the new gym pants I had yet to try on and hurried off, she was back in a flash as I was staring at myself once again in the mirror, wearing the amazing 1X shirt. She had brought back three different sizes of the pants, guessing correctly that I had no idea what size pant I wear now either. Two sizes down in pants this shopping trip as well.
I'm feeling great, and riding a high on my clothing expedition when I decide to head to the gym. I plug in my headphones, jump on the elliptical and work hard, and I do mean hard, I'm huffing and puffing, sweating and steaming along. When my time was up, an hour had passed and I had gone 5.12 miles. Yes indeed, 5.12 miles, for some people that may not be much, but for me, with these little legs, 5.12 miles is thrilling.
I'm thinking I need to get myself a lottery ticket tomorrow and make sure that there are a lot of 5's in there!
Yesterday was November 5th and it was Weigh in day. I went to my weigh in at 530 and this week I lost 1.4 pounds giving me a three week total of 10 pounds lost.
Today I went shopping for a couple of clothing items. I normally hate clothes shopping as I always get upset by the clothes sizes and I get mad at myself for needing the largest size in the large ladies store. Today I bought 5 items. And I'm very, very excited about those five items. You see, the last time I bought myself some shirts, I had to buy the 5X. Wow, even typing that was hard, I WAS a 5X, sometimes it was a 6X, if they didn't have any 5's, I'd buy the 6 as a 4 was too small. I've been working out since December, losing weight slowly but surely, so I decided I would be brave and try out the 4's. I figured I'd lost some so why not tempt fate and try for the smaller size. I found a couple of really cute tops for work and carried them back to the change room.
This is when I had my epiphany. My clothes, and I mean ALL of my clothes...are way to big on me now...hehe.
You see I put on the first size 4X, and it was too big, Pulled it off and checked the tag, yes, it was indeed a 4x. I put on the next top, it was also too big. The sales clerk went to get me the 3x, to try that on, and that was too big! I was really excited and a little apprehensive, was the 2 going to fit, would it be too tight...I waited in anticipation as the sales clerk came back and handed me my shirts over the door. These were the coveted 2's. Something that I don't remember ever wearing as an adult, I honestly don't. But here we go, I pulled the 2 on over my head, put my arms in, turned around, looked in the mirror, and promptly burst into tears.
The sales clerk heard me, and asked concerned if I was all right. I called through to her that I was, I was just having a moment and could she please do me one more favour. She said of course, and I asked her to please get me the 1X. The 2X was too big! In tears, I plopped down on the change room chair, grabbed my cell phone and promptly made two phone calls. The first to my husband. I'm in a 1 I yelled. He was exicted for me, thrilled for me even! Then I called my mom....sometimes a girl just needs to talk to her mom. My mom was thrilled for me as well, as was the sales clerk who had come back with the precious size 1X in her hands. She then looked at the new gym pants I had yet to try on and hurried off, she was back in a flash as I was staring at myself once again in the mirror, wearing the amazing 1X shirt. She had brought back three different sizes of the pants, guessing correctly that I had no idea what size pant I wear now either. Two sizes down in pants this shopping trip as well.
I'm feeling great, and riding a high on my clothing expedition when I decide to head to the gym. I plug in my headphones, jump on the elliptical and work hard, and I do mean hard, I'm huffing and puffing, sweating and steaming along. When my time was up, an hour had passed and I had gone 5.12 miles. Yes indeed, 5.12 miles, for some people that may not be much, but for me, with these little legs, 5.12 miles is thrilling.
I'm thinking I need to get myself a lottery ticket tomorrow and make sure that there are a lot of 5's in there!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Fifteen things to do when I've lost the weight!
I was having a bad day on Sunday, I was working alone, it was quiet and I was bored. On my lunch break I posted on the WW message board that I was bored and therefore wanted to munch. One of the ladies posted back and told me to make a list of ways my life will be better for losing the weight. Well I made that list and then I made another, and then another and then finally this one. A list of 15 things that I don't do now because I feel that my weight is holding me back from doing them.
Things I'l be able to do when I've lost enough weight.
1. Take the dog for a Run.
2. Wear a bathing Suit.
3. Shop in regular clothing stores.
4. Wear a shorter skirt.
5. Go on Amusement Park Rides
6. Go Horseback riding
7. Go Kayaking
8. Sit cross legged
9. Walk up the escalator at work without getting winded..
10. Run the CIBC Run for the Cure instead of walking it.
So here is my challenge. Make your own list of things to do and mark them off, one by one as you accomplish them so that you can see how well you're doing.
Things I'l be able to do when I've lost enough weight.
1. Take the dog for a Run.
2. Wear a bathing Suit.
3. Shop in regular clothing stores.
4. Wear a shorter skirt.
5. Go on Amusement Park Rides
6. Go Horseback riding
7. Go Kayaking
8. Sit cross legged
9. Walk up the escalator at work without getting winded..
10. Run the CIBC Run for the Cure instead of walking it.
So here is my challenge. Make your own list of things to do and mark them off, one by one as you accomplish them so that you can see how well you're doing.
Monday, November 2, 2009
The GYM!!!
The Gym...a place where we go to ritualistically torture ourselves. We know we should go, we know it will help us get healthy, stay in shape etc.etc.etc. We resist going as often as possible. At least I do, I make excuses, oh I'm tired, my knee is sore, my back is sore, I don't have time, you name the excuse, I have probably used it at least once. Here's the funny thing though, you go dragging your butt, you force yourself onto a machine, and thirty minutes later you are done and feeling great. Sometime you feel so great that you restart the machine and do another 30 minutes, then another. You feel great when you are done stretching! You bob along home feeling great, you feel better, you sleep better, you are reaping the benefits.
So why is it then, that I hate going so much. I had to make myself go to the gym last night. I did not want to go, but seeing as how I skipped Thursday(weigh in night no time, never mind the fact that I'm home from weigh in by 630), I skipped Friday( went for dinner and had to go grocery and pet food shopping, never mind that I was home by 8 and the gym is open until 11!) I didn't go Saturday (just had to hand out the treats to all of the little kids roaming the streets in their costumes, oh yeah, we shut it down just before 8, again the gym is open until 11!) Didn't I tell you I was the queen of excuses?!?!?!? I forced myself to go last night, and what did I do? I did an hour, yes an hour on the elliptical, then I was feeling so good that I moved over to the Stairmaster for 20minutes. I stretched and I felt great and I reaped the rewards for it! I felt good and I slept really well.
So tonight I will repeat the whole process, but tonight, lucky me! I get to work with weights as well. I get to lie on a ball and do crazy things with my body. It will be fun, I'll feel good afterwards...but, I'll come up with a few excuses before I make myself go the gym.
So why is it then, that I hate going so much. I had to make myself go to the gym last night. I did not want to go, but seeing as how I skipped Thursday(weigh in night no time, never mind the fact that I'm home from weigh in by 630), I skipped Friday( went for dinner and had to go grocery and pet food shopping, never mind that I was home by 8 and the gym is open until 11!) I didn't go Saturday (just had to hand out the treats to all of the little kids roaming the streets in their costumes, oh yeah, we shut it down just before 8, again the gym is open until 11!) Didn't I tell you I was the queen of excuses?!?!?!? I forced myself to go last night, and what did I do? I did an hour, yes an hour on the elliptical, then I was feeling so good that I moved over to the Stairmaster for 20minutes. I stretched and I felt great and I reaped the rewards for it! I felt good and I slept really well.
So tonight I will repeat the whole process, but tonight, lucky me! I get to work with weights as well. I get to lie on a ball and do crazy things with my body. It will be fun, I'll feel good afterwards...but, I'll come up with a few excuses before I make myself go the gym.
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