Losing 20 pounds – post 10

I haven’t written in a while because I’m sad to report… I haven’t lost weight yet. I’m maintaining, which is nice because this past year my body weight has liked to go up on a weekly basis, but it’s beyond frustrating that I’m not losing.

I’ve drank less wine, I’ve gone to the gym, I’ve eaten more protein and less carbs! What does a girl have to do to shed some weight?!

But no fear, dear supportive readers. Nothing is going to stop me. I am determined, more than ever, to shed these damn 20 pounds from my body.

It’s on, body, it’s on.

Stay tuned….

Losing 20 pounds – post 8

Okay. It was a slow start getting there but I finally made it to the gym.

I’ve been twice now (Sunday and today, Tuesday) and I AM SORE.

SORE. SORE. SORE.

I worked muscles I didn’t know I had. I learned what a tricep was (totally thought it was somewhere else on my body, haha!) and I breathed deeply, going for it.

Now, I’m a lucky girl. My trainer is my husband (he did it professionally many years ago) and he is very good to me. He keeps me on my toes but knows when to back off. Gentle with his gym-virgin wife yet firm. And even though he tries to be serious, his loving nature shines through as he teaches me.

Everything you want in a trainer, right? ;)

But it comes down to me. And I’m determined. Four times a week is the goal, even though I now fully understand what is meant by “no pain, no gain.”

The gym and weight training is no joke. It’s definitely NOT the easy way, which I realize I had been trying to take since I started this journey, eight posts ago. But no, life took that idea and had a good laugh with it.

I haven’t weighed myself on purpose this week. I don’t want to do it daily, but rather weekly, and track it over time to see if I am losing weight.

So, please stay tuned and see along with me if I make it below 141 after my very first week EVER at the gym…

 

 

Losing 20 pounds – post 7

I did it.

I joined a gym.

This is a first for me and I’m not going to lie. I feel… nervous and apprehensive. I always pictured gyms as large sweaty rooms full of people trying to show each other up. I’m hoping I’m wrong but I guess I won’t know till I’m there.

Fortunately, my husband is a trainer-quality gym-goer so I am in very good hands for my first session, which will likely be tomorrow. If it wasn’t for him,  I’d be struggling far greater. I truly have only been inside a gym maybe three times my whole forty-year life.

I want to slap the 28 year-old me who took for granted a super fast metabolism. I should have been nurturing it and appreciating it.

But yes, hindsight is twenty/twenty.

Now, pictures of myself are becoming harder to look at. Quite simply, I am not happy with the way I look.

I should mention this is extremely personal. It is NOT a statement on how others should feel about themselves at any given weight. It’s about feeling good about oneself and if there is something you want to change to make that greater, then you should, as long as it’s done in a positive way.

For me, this means losing twenty pounds. That’s my truth and what I’ve determined will make me feel better about my body and my health. If I want to be around for a lot longer, I have to take steps to help ensure that, no?

And I’ve tried the past several months and appreciate all of you who have come along with me, but now, still weighing in at 141, I’m pulling out the big guns.

I’m a certified first-time gym member.

Stay tuned…

 

Losing 15 pounds post 3

I feel like screaming.

It’s been two weeks since I started my #losingfifteenpoundsdamnit journey of healthier eating and living but the results have not been what I expected.

I haven’t lost a damn pound.

I haven’t gained one either but still.

Not one pound?!  How is that possible???

I’ve forgone tortillas for lettuce wraps. I’ve swapped out licorice for strawberries. I’ve tried to kick it up a notch in yoga and I’ve walked to do my errands. I drink sparkling water at ever meal.

But still, I have somehow not shed one damn pound.

Well… fine then. I am not going to take this sitting down.

But okay, body, I hear you. You want me to work harder and give up more of my unhealthy habits. I know the amount of white wine I consume is certainly not helping my plight and neither is the bread addiction.

Oh, how I love my bread but damn, I have to accept it can’t be a daily thing for me anymore. Multiple-times-a-day-thing if I’m being honest. And power yoga twice a week is not enough. It’s time for me to take my husband’s exercise tips to heart and take my workouts to the next level.

I thought I could get by with minor changes but my body got a good laugh with that one.

Not again, though. It’s on.

I will not look at the scale again for two more weeks but I will definitely be trying harder.

Stay tuned…

#losingfifteenpoundsdamnit

 

I want to lose 15 pounds

I was one of those fortunate people who never had to think about their weight while growing up and entering adulthood.

I was 105 pounds from pretty much 16 to 33 years of age.

I say this because when I entered my early 30’s, I was placed on a medication to help me deal with my extreme case of OCD (not just talking about washing your hands more than normal here…), and my body changed. My doctor told me that the meds might make me gain weight, as it was a common side effect.

And, boy did they.

Add that to fact that as I aged, I found myself drinking more wine and eating more food than I ever had and that certainly didn’t help my body weight. Coupled with my body getting older and beginning menopause (yes, I know I’m only 40 but it’s already happening to me so… so be it,) I did not expect to look at a picture of myself and see someone that didn’t even look like me.

But that’s what happened a few days ago…

Bottom line is my body doesn’t even feel like my own anymore and it’s time I do something about that.

You, my blog readers, have been insanely helpful when I quit Diet Coke, which btw I am still going strong on! It’s been almost five months since I’ve touched the stuff and I feel great. So… I thought I would write this very personal info on my site, put it out in the world so I could be held accountable, and take you all along for the ride with me.

My plan is to lose fifteen to twenty pounds, to put me around 120, which is the weight I want to be. Everyone has to be comfortable with themselves. That is what works for me. When I was 105, I was too thin. (I should mention I’m 5’6.) But right now, at 138, I don’t even feel like myself.

So I invite you to join me as I try to navigate losing weight while being healthy and active about it.

I thought I would start with severely limiting my carbs because when I sat down to study my eating habits, I realized carbs were not only the star of the show, but also the opening acts, ticket takers and audience. In other words, it was the whole show.

Carbs are WAY toooooo big in my life. And I mean the processed, unhealthy kinds. Candy, chips, bread, white rice, crackers, snack bars…

So, first things first. I am limiting them. I am taking the first step.

And I have a feeling I will not be thrilled about this initially, just like I wasn’t about quitting Diet Coke, but no pain, no gain.

And away we goooooo!

Stay tuned….

#losingfifteenpoundsdamnit