One of my friends and I said we’d get together for a walk today. Of course, when we finally both have time for that, Northern California decided to finally get some rain (we’ve been drought-status for a while now, and even though the sun is pretty and all, we need some rain over here). So that’s good, but we decided to shift our walk to the mall instead.
*LEAVES WALLET AT HOME AGAIN SO I DONT BUY SHIT I DONT NEED*
I don’t want to buy new clothes when I’m rapidly losing weight and inches! I’d rather wait till I’m where I want to be and go celebrate with some new-sized stuff :)
Good thing: I’m not worried about buying any food today. I don’t want anything that isn’t in today’s planned intake, and I’m glad I didn’t wake up with any cravings for once.
I think that’s everything I wanted to share. I’m off to the gym now, more updates tonight =]
Half asleep, but didn’t want to slack on this, so here you go :)
Breakfast: Banana, grapes, greek yogurt, egg
Snack: Red, yellow and orange bell peppers
Lunch: Leftovers; lean beef burger on wheat bun with tomato and onion
Snack: Wheat bun with peanut butter
Dinner: Spicy green beans and tofu with an avocado smoothie
Water: 2 liters+
Exercise: 10 min VS fat blaster workout that did indeed beat my ass—I’ll be sore tomorrow. And a 15 minute run/walk through San Francisco streets that had me sweating like a pig for the 2nd time today
I was visiting my parents and decided to walk instead of drive. It’s just over a mile away so I should really be doing this more often than not.
Unfortunately I didn’t walk home. My baddddd it got way too hot and I was wearing sweats. Next time, I promise to walk both ways!
I’m at 50 oz of water so far so once again the bathroom and I are best friends. I’m about to play with the kettle bell, which I still, even after all these years, love to hate.
I’m going with a group of my friends tomorrow to a bacon festival in San Jose.
Pros: I’m excited to be hanging out with everyone, I’ll be getting a lot of walking in, I’m curious as to what exactly an entire FESTIVAL dedicated to bacon will entail.
Cons: There’s going to be bacon products and all kinds of other unhealthy foods all up in my face and it’s going to be really tough not to shove it all in my mouth.
I’ve talked to James about it and recruited him as my “assisant” for the day. Basically his sole responsibility is to save me from myself and stop me from making bad decisions.
The only thing I really want is bacon beer. I’ve tried it once and wanted it in and around my mouth for the rest of my life. So if it’s there tomorrow [and why would it not be? That’d just be wrong. Sick and wrong!], I want it. Besides that? I think I’ll be bringing a lunch. And definitely eating before we go. As magical as it sounds, my breakfast does not need to be a bacon-wrapped ANYTHING.
I weigh in on Monday again and I would really love to be able to cross off a pound—or two!—off the chart I made and stuck on the fridge!!
in case you’re wondering what i’m doing over here [i’m 99.9% sure you weren’t wondering that, but i’m going to flatter myself and pretend you can’t eat or sleep without my updates] here’s an overview of my week thus far:
i totally pulled the muscle in my left forearm while rock climbing yesterday and it hurts like a biiiiitch.
however, i will not whine about it at home because on saturday, james went mountain biking and ate it at one point, and when he did, the bike’s tire hit him in the back of the knee. instead of stopping its rotation when it hit him, it kept turning, and since he was caught, it continued to tear his skin off. so he’s walking like a pirate and has a huge gauze pack on the back of his leg and i’m not trying to look like a weenie with a pulled muscle!
rock climbing was still fun though. laura and i climbed a few different walls. i only reached the top once, which was disappointing, but i came close to the top several times and reminded myself that it was my first time trying it. i dont know why i get this idea in my head that i have to be some rock climbing expert beast at the first attempt. i would definitely like to go back again and try to reach the top of the walls i didnt make it to yesterday!
this morning laura and i walked 2 miles. tomorrow evening i’m going to swim.
on sunday i ate like shit, and i paid the price for that. my stomach was messed up that night and i just felt gross in general—bloated, heavy, you know the deal. i stayed up till 4:30am—i just couldnt sleep, which is terrible because 26 aint the same as 16 where you can stay up that late and be good to go the next day, let me tell you—and asked myself, “was this worth it?” no. “do you feel good?” no. “are you happy you ate all that?” no. yesterday i was back on track and i already feel 100% better =]
yesterday was awesome in terms of my activity level; i’ve been way more active lately than i have been in a LONG time. yesterday i took the bike out for nearly an hour, which i wrote about, and later james and i snuck into our old apartment complex’s pool like ninjas and swam for awhile.
on the 4th i went to some huge ass mansion that my friend is house sitting at and swam for most of the day, which was super fun. and i’ve been getting in a lot more walking.
today i plan on getting in arm exercise with the kettle bell, going for a long walk and taking my bike out for another ride; i want to get on it every day so i get comfortable again. also so going up hills doesnt make me want to pass out and die. there’s that too.
Uhh I wrote a decently-sized update earlier and it apparently didn’t post. Don’t cockblock me, Tumblr, I’m just trying to love you! I’m going to try and remember everything I wrote:
Updates tomorrow; I work from 9am-6pm and will most likely be bored…sucks for youuuu because I’m about to blow up your dash!
I talked to James this morning about how I was feeling last night. I told him that I was sorry for taking things out on him and that I think I am depressed. He agreed and said he notices things, like the fact that I get straight into bed after work and that I’ve been neglecting important stuff that needs to be done. To his credit he has tried to talk about all this with me before but I always blew it off. So this time I listened and we’re on the same page.
I also shared with him more than I ever have about my eating issues. I was never fully forthcoming about my binging, which is unfair to us both because he genuinely does try to support me…so honesty is key. I told him about sneaking food around, hiding the bags…everything that I do related to binging. I think he finally understands how serious it is now, that it isn’t something that can be cured immediately. I’m glad I shared.
I told him that I believe I’m my own worst enemy and that I know what I need to do to be happy again, and he agreed to help in any way he can.
So today we’re knocking out my to-do list together, so I can take care of everything I’ve been neglecting. Then we’re going for a walk, to get some sunshine and some exercise.
I made us both smoothies for breakfast; I had a banana and a strawberry smoothie with whey protein, organic vanilla yogurt, and milk. It was good and I’m glad I started the day on a positive note.
I didn’t drink as much water as I usually do yesterday, so today I’m kind of forcing myself to—even though I had the home-made orange juice with breakfast, I’m also going to have an entire water bottle right now, too, and carry one with me for the rest of the day so I stay on top of it.
Despite it being cold as shit outside, I’m going to walk. My back is really limiting me from doing anything else; some days are better than others but the past 2 haven’t been good. So I’m going to bundle up and put on a million layers [HATEHATEHATE being cold] and head out to the lake or wherever my little feet take me and explore. I love being outside, I don’t do it often enough, and that’s kind of sad in itself. So might as well knock out two birds with one stone and get some exercise and some exploration in at one time.
I have some cleaning to get done and then I’m heading to a co-workers party/get together…I have a feeling that this might be bit crazy so if you see a drunk post later don’t judge meeee.