A week of ups and downs...

So if I had written this on Monday like I usually do it would have had a much different tone then what I have to say today. I had a great week of running and doing Zumba and was really looking forward to this week as well. I felt like I had finally gotten over some major humps and my body was really beginning to respond to all the workouts and then BAM!! I got a cold. And not just some minor allergy attack, but a full-blown, fever-ridden, snotty  nosed cold. I haven't ran or worked out since Tuesday. Now while my diet hasn't really suffered because I don't feel like eating and my taster is off, I want this week to be a do-over. The excitement I had going into this week is going to take a little work to get back, but I am by no means going back.  I am going to start over as if this week never happened and get my ass back out there...as soon as I can breathe. I am excited to be going to zumba classes twice a week and so grateful to be back with my trainer once a week, but all the rest is up to me. Run, run, and run. I can do it....so can you!! Let me know how it's going for you and how I can help!

I hate you...freaking scale!!!

So there was a time when I weighed myself 5-6 times a day and everyone said that was CRAZY, so I only weighed myself once this week...not sure I like that either. If I had made any progress during the week, I didn't see it because by time I weighed myself on Saturday, I hadn't lost or gained. How do you run 5 days a week, take zumba class and play 40 mins of non-stop indoor soccer and see no progress? So this week it's a little hard to be positive about this diet crap. What I am beginning to ask myself is can I be happy being the size and shape I am now and just enjoy life? Or can I only really be happy getting back into those size 2's? I don't know yet, but I know that the best times I had this weekend were with family and friends playing soccer, eating and having drinks and the times that sucked were when I was beating myself up over having that  last martini...I guess I am still just struggling with moderation. Duh! If I could conquer moderation would I be having weight issues?...Hell no! Suggestions? How do you have fun and diet? Anyone having these issues?

The Verdict

I'm not gonna lie...the weekend was tough and I slipped off the wagon on Saturday night, but my weekend was so fun! So there is the question: Can you have fun and diet or do you have to have give up all the great times to get thin? I did stick to my work out plan over the weekend and got all my runs in and I wore my heart monitor during my indoor game (burned 526 calories in 35 mns), but I also had some drinks and wings at Hooters afterward and I had a GREAT TIME! But did I let myself down? Yep! Did I feel bad Sunday for my slip up? Yep! But can I refocus and get my ass in gear today? Heck Yea!!! So I say, Yes. You can have fun and diet...but in moderation. I can't party it up every weekend, but once in a while( like when I score an amazing penalty shot to tie up our game) is okay. But I gotta get up and get back on the diet train.  So here I am this Monday morning with my workouts planned for the week and the menu and grocery shopping done...should have a successful week! I have some pretty stressful tests this week for school and if I can take time out for myself to relax...food should not be a problem. We will see how it goes! I hope you guys had a great weekend! Let me know how it went for you! Lets do this together!

The Dreaded W word

So starting this whole thing sounded like a great idea when it was the week and I had nothing going on but school,work and house duties...but the weekend is another story.This weekend alone I have my 9 year-olds birthday party (cake) and 5 soccer games on Saturday( the last one being mine which means Hooters after),and the opening Sunday of football. So I know a challenge is coming...On the plus side, I have ran 4 of the last 6 days, did abs and arm work outs on 3 days and have lost 1.8 lbs. Now, of course I would have loved to drop 5 lbs this week, but for me, that's not reality...unless I was taking some pills or something,which I am not.I didn't take a pill to put on the weight, so bye-golly, I will not take anything to lose it. Plus, I mean come on, they are expensive and the results won't last...yes, I speak from experience. I wanted to share with you a droid app I found on my phone, 2 of them actually. One is called My Fitness Pal - it keeps track of all my calories and activity for the day. I love it because it has the newest foods on there and I don't have to manually add anything. The second one I am using is the Run Keeper. I turn it on when I run and it tracks my miles, distance, pace, and elevation. So I go into this weekend knowing it will be hard, I will run on Saturday and Sunday and play the 44mns indoor soccer game on Saturday,which I know will kick my ass, but I am ready for it. I may stumble,but I will get up and keep going. So Cheers to you if you are going to kick this weekend's butt too! I want to hear about it on Monday!
Have a great weekend!

taking back control

Alright, I get it. 3 years ago I started on this weight loss journey weighing in at over 180 pounds...yep, that's right. I was huge and for only bring 5'3", I think we can safely say I was pleasantly plump. I had an awesome husabnd who never once said anything about my weight, he just loved me for me. But I hated me! Same old story of over weight people everywhere, I know. But I took control and I lost weight. Over 50 pounds to be exact and I loved me! I was wearing a size 2 and felt great. It didnt happen over night, it took over 18 months and alot of will power. About the time I was at my lowest weight, we found out my oldest was going to have brain surgery, I was taking classes 4 nights a week after my day job of teaching 4th graders was finished and my world began to fall apart. Food and weight were the only things I felt I could control while the rest of my life seemed to be spiraling downward. I dropped 10 more pounds, but along with the weight, I lost my self respect, my faith and was close to losing my mind. 2 months after the surgery, we lost our house to Hurrican Ike and I started a new job and with the joys of remodling a house, living in an apartment and working the night shift...it's safe to say the weight began it's evil visit back to me. I can blame the weight gain on all kinds of things, but come on, no one makes me open my mouth and eat...no one makes me buy the foods I love and can't stop eating, no one makes me have another drink. I do it. And I am ready to undo it for good! I have gained close to 25 pounds back of the 50 I lost and I will not gain another pound. I don't need or want tragedy to be the only way I can lose weight and I surely don't want stress to be the reason I gain it. I will always have stress. I am a mom, a student and a wife...STRESS! So today I began my journey and I will write about it along the way in hopes that making it public makes me more accountable. The joys and defeats...my slip ups and my accomplishments! I hope to hear from anyone else who is tackling this issue also and maybe we can get through it together. Now I need to get off this couch and go run!