Wednesday, June 26, 2013

XS + Muscle Memory

I posted this on my Facebook last night, and realized I forgot to share it with my Fat Kid Friends.

I lost 10.5" in the last 2 months.

I know? Right? I'm a "little" excited. I squealed like a little school girl. Or maybe just like the guy in the bottom picture. I called my mom. I told a few co-workers. I sashayed the halls at work. I grunted a little more on the elliptical (though that was probably due to the knee pain).

Suffice to say, it was motivating. I lost 5.5" in May, and now 5" in June. Hopefully the numbers will keep building up as the muscle builds and the fat melts.

I lost 1.5" off my left thigh, but only .5" off my right, 1" off my waist, and the other 2" off my hips/arms. Thankfully the inches are coming off fairly evenly, though I'd love if I could lose 10" off my hips. Ah well, it'll happen soon enough. =)

So. Confession time.

I ate 2 3 cookies yesterday. 

I know. I know. The Resolve. I know. I'm sorry! The first cookie was offered to me during our 1st session of premarital counseling last night. Cookies 2 and 3 were literally a muscle memory grab at a plate of sugar as I passed by. It was weird really. I was halfway through the third one (they were small, at least??) when a look of horror struck my face as I looked at Beardy and said "GAAHHH I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE EATING COOKIES!!!".

I hung my head in defeat for a second as I realized I'd have to confess my sins to you all.


I realized it was such a reflex though. I didn't mean to take the (subsequent) cookies, but there was a plate and we were all mingling around and it just happened. It was such an unconscious decision brought on by years of muscle memory from grabbing at sugary confections in my vicinity.

So my baby step life lesson for this time? At least I was aware of what I ate, even if it was ex post facto. 6 months ago I wouldn't have thought twice about eating until my stomach hurt.

I'm back on my "no extraneous sugar" thing, and am munching on some grapes as we speak. I'll be at the gym today and will be eking out my last workout in Phase 1 of NROLFW. I'm excited to keep moving forward, and excited to try on my wedding dress soon and see what the results have done for that.

How's your resolution going?? Want to resolve to not do something for July? :) 

A Redhead

Monday, June 24, 2013

Fat Kid Travels

I love road trips. I always have. Regardless of it's a 35 minute ride somewhere, or a 30-hour cross country ride, I love road trips.

Even more than the drive though, I love the snacks.

Salty. Sweet. Bottles of water. Wrapped up sandwiches in foil or baggies. Chips. Cookies. Pretzels. M&Ms for "something sweet".

I'll spare you from the vending machine visits.

On this journey of compacting a large personality into a medium-sized frame, I've been doing a lot of pondering on what my life was like not even 10 years ago. I was in PA this weekend for a friend's wedding, and we went to Wawa a couple of times. Now, you have to understand, in college the food was terrible. I mean, there were putrid rice balls one time. I kid you not.

They were literally putrescent*.

Suffice to say there were many, many times where the dollar menu at Taco Bell & Wendy's, or a splurge to Wawa, were our only refuge. I walked into that yellow and red convenience store this weekend and was overwhelmed with all the memories.

Coffee rolls.
Hot Mac & Cheese.
Toasted Roast beef subs with bacon and cheese. Allegedly there was ranch dressing.
Herr's Cheese Puffs.
Old fashioned donuts.
Wawa brand Mint Moose Tracks.

Thighs, meet your demise. Hind quarters, meet your new roommates.

Truthfully I don't believe in regrets, because frankly, I have better stuff to do with my time than sitting around lamenting my poor life decisions. I wish I ate better in college. I do. But all I can do now is look at that stuff and say…

The years I spent (5, to be exact) pumping my gullet with tasty yet poisonous treats... I guarantee I can't pronounce ½ the ingredients in that stuff up there. Um, ew?

I informed the Bearded Wonder that once we're married, I really really really want to eat all natural/organically. Not that I want to be a hippie, but come on. Why would I want to eat something that 1) was made in a lab somewhere, 2) can't be pronounced sans dictionary, and 3) is only going to make me feel worse? It may be more expensive up front, but we'll be saving loads of money in medical debt down the line.

Oh and am I the only one that gets acne from crap food? No? Yes? Show of hands? I lived with a family in NC for 3 months during an internship, and my skin had never been better. The lovely mom has Crohn's, and they choose to regulate her illness with diet. Not pills. Not science. Just good, wholesome food. It's still hard sometimes, but think about the pills she could be taking instead. Look at the rise of gluten intolerance. Processed food is killing us and making us feel like crap in the process.

Rant over. I'm taking baby steps, I'm not overhauling everything right this second, primarily because I don't have time or funds for that. It's on my short-term goal list. I've made steps like cutting out soda, cutting down substantially on Starbucks**, not eating as much pasta or bread, not eating out as much, cutting out fast food for the most part, and I'm still trying desperately to cut down on sugar the weeks inbetween the weddings. Thankfully Beardy is OK with my "grand plan", so once we're married he's going to get a crash course in cooking. =P

Speaking of which, how are you doing if you made The Resolve with me? 
I've been pretty good today, save for ~10 M&Ms in some trail mix I ate earlier…

A Redhead

*Note: That's one of my fancy college words. Totally worth the payment every month.  
**Note part 2: Let's be honest, Starbucks will never really go away...