Not Your Average Fat Kid

Expectation : I've started working out and eating healthy so I'm going to instantly drop 100 lbs of water weight. Right? ( I'm exaggerating here. ;) ) Reality : I've started working out and eating healthy so I will *hopefully* lose 1-2 lbs per week. Expectation : I've been working out for 4 months and have seriously changed my eating habits. Even if I don't go to the gym every day I should still drop some serious inches! Rah! Reality : I've been working out for 4 months and while my eating habits have seriously changed, that doesn't mean I get some "get out of jail free" card to sit on my butt. Don't go to the gym? Don't lose the inches. Expectation : Goal weight in 6 months! Wooooo!! Reality : Goal weight?? What about goal health? Goal waist size? Goal lift number? Screw the goal weight. Often times my expectations are not very realistic. Case in point, all of the above. I assumed once I changed up my eating habits I would ...

There comes a time in every girl's life when she has to make a choice. 1 slice or 2? "It's margherita pizza, redhead. How bad can it really be?" I stood in line at a local pizza place eyeing up their margherita pizza with it's circular discs of cheese, smattering of tomatoes, and dried basil leaves. "Yeah, how bad can  it be?" Sometimes in life you order 2 pieces. Sometimes those 2 pieces come out to you falling off of 2 paper plates. Sometimes you look and say "SWEET MERCY I'M ONLY EATING ONE OF THOSE!!". Today was not a day to only eat one of those. Well to be fair, it was, I just didn't bother to acknowledge that until I'd plowed my way through ½ of my second  slice. I can sit here and rationalize that I dabbed up a TON of oil, and it's thin crust, and blah blah blah, but bottom line… There was also chocolate fudge cake .  I know, right? I looked at the cake I'd said I'd split with my wonderful ...

I didn't want to go to the gym today you guys. Not one bit. In fact, when walking out of my room this morning, I stared at my gym back for several seconds and finally resolved to bring it "just in case". I've been sleepy today and feeling super lazy. The wedding is in less than a month (!!!!!) and house stuff has amped up to cray-cray level. I e-mailed 2 of my gym buddies today (one of whom is also getting married next year), and they both had work stuff to do. "YESSS!!!!", I screamed in my head, "I DON'T HAVE TO GO NOW!!!". I confessed my lack of desire for gym time today, and naturally they responded exactly the opposite of how I wanted them to: "Get your butt down there." "You can do it! Just have a light day!" "Less than one month… do it!" "You'll hate us today, but thank us later!" Jerks. Where's the support for laziness, eh? ;-) I made the mistake of saying something to my ...

Hi everyone! I'm sorry there's been a lack of posting; the past week has been a whirlwind of the Sharknado variety. That's right, I just said that. Anywho. I didn't go to the gym a single day last week. I know, right? I was bummed out, but I literally had an appointment or something I had to do for house stuff every darn day of last week. I figured if I wasn't going to the gym, I should at least try to keep my eating under control, which try I did! I was craving chocolate the other night, so I bought a dark chocolate truffle bar from Trader Joe's. Mmmmm truffle-y….  Here's the thing about me and dark chocolate. I like it, it's good, but I don't love  it, so it's really easy for me to eat a tiny amount and feel satisfied. I think a serving is 4 sections and 180 calories. Weellll I eat 1 section and it's 45 calories. Holla!! But it's so  rich that I don't feel like I need or want anymore. It's a pretty good feeling. =) ...

I found the above image on the interwebs and it always makes me laugh. All.the.time. It's kinda true though, right? IF you've ever had any kind of food addiction then you know the sweet sweet embrace of "one more" handful of kettle corn (ahem), or "one more" piece of bread, or whatever . I was joking with my co-worker that I might as well be shame eating out of the Costco-sized bag of Kettle corn on my counter in the dark, licking the sweet and salty remnants off my fingers. That I can't be trusted alone with it. That I grab a bigger-than-small bowl and PILE it up, lamenting the few rogue pieces that make it to the floor. Another colleague overheard us and said she used to do that with angel food cake. She would sit it on the passenger side and just drive, picking at the fluffy confection. I know a girl who could knock out an entire family size container of Sara Lee pound cake. So friends, those are a few confessions. Using the powers of anonym...

Seriously. Great pep talk. Slow clap for you, bro. =) It just matters that I keep going. KETTLE CORN BE DARNED.

I saw this on Fito the other day as someone's profile picture and I've basically been giggling about it since. I don't know if it's the tattered stuffed animals, the ironic poster of "I <3 Pain", or the fact that I'm fairly certain I make the same face when lifting sometimes. I'm not proud to admit that my eating the last few days has been less than admirable. I am proud to admit though that 1) my body image continues to improve, 2) my water intake is higher, and 3) I've survived one whole day of the Couch to 5K program . To be fair, that ONE WHOLE DAY  in all it's splendor was spread out over 2 days, but you know what? It's more than I would've run otherwise!! I don't run.  I don't yog*.  My lovely friend Laurie suggested a podcast for a Couch to 5K program, and I surprisingly like it. Now mind you, my idea of running is getting away expeditiously from someone chasing me. It's not fun, it's not on my ...