I Touched the Ceiling!?!

So this is my recovery week for my DVD workout. I'm still working out, it's just not pounding my body as hard. Next week we go into MAX Insanity which is a little scary to think about. Anyhow one of the drills on the recovery DVD is vertical jumps. Stand with feet together and jump up as high as you can. Well, I did. And I hit the ceiling with my fingertips! Out of curiosity I measured the distance and there is a 12 inch gap between my hands and the ceiling if I just stand with my hands up. A foot! Yay! How cool is that?
In addition to the workouts I've been making time again for my power walks or a run. This seems to be a big key to a positive mindset for me as well. And, I registered for the local Turkey Trot. I can't wait. Running a 5K Thanksgiving morning should be a blast! Something to look forward to beside the food...

Take stock and analyze...

Today was great! It was one of those days where everything clicked along pretty well. I'm figuring out some of my "environmental" triggers that help keep me in a funk. Things like an unmade bed, a dirty house or hanging out in my pj's ALL DAY LONG. I'm paying more attention to how things affect me. If I roll out of bed and turn around and make it, it puts me in a better mindset than if I walk away and come back an hour later to make it. I'm finding that clutter and disorder overwhelm me and help lead me down the path to the dark side of comfort eating. Now, don't get me wrong, I am not a clean freak (my sister will attest to that). But I do like things straightened up- shoes piled by the door (not strewn across the floor), toys in the basket after the kids are done playing with them, etc, etc (you get the point). When my life is more organized and ordered my eating is more controlled. When my home is in chaos my eating generally is too. The thing is, while some of these thoughts were rattling around my head, it's not until I sat down and started writing this post that some of it coalesced. It's amazing what we can learn about ourselves when we stop to think, analyze, and for me, write.
Originally this post was supposed to focus on the great day I had, but the writing went another direction. I did have a great day. I did eat really well. I did go for an awesome run tonight. Mostly though, I wrote something that made me, and hopefully you, think.

Awww, COME ON!!

I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, want to see 140 something on the scale! It's just not happening. Grrrrr. I know I need to be patient, it's just hard to be patient. Even though I know the reason for the "plateau" I still get frustrated by it...every stinkin' month. For a week or so I stick at a certain number then the next week I usually see a significant drop. This time however it's a little more irritating than normal. Seeing 150 is just pissing me off. Getting into the 140's would be a huge milestone for me. Since frustration many times "makes" me eat, I am going to try and stay off the scale till Wednesday at least....Saturday if I can stand it.

Mantra of the week: Stop obsessing

Sweet Tooth Beware...

Can I just say "Thank You" to my sister-in-law. She gave me this tea since her mom didn't care for it...it was too sweet for her taste. And oh my, I LOVE IT!! Love, love, love it! (Did I mention I kinda like it?) Anyway, it's been helping kill the sweet cravings I've had after my sugar coma this past weekend. So, if you like sweet tea (or sweets in general), check it out. And FYI- Good Earth also makes a Vanilla Blend White Tea that is very tasty and more citrus-y if that's more your style. Just thought I'd share...

Ha Ha...He Couldn't Hang

So my husband has seen me doing the "Insanity" workouts a few times and has jokingly said that he might start doing them with me. I wasn't holding my breath. He's just not a workout kind of guy. He's in good shape from a physical job, but he doesn't actively train. Anyhow, I wasn't able to work out this morning like usual so I was forced to this afternoon. Well, imagine my surprise when the spouse joined in. Let me just say...it was hilarious! Since some of my readers actually know my husband, I won't say anything beyond the fact that he couldn't hang. Don't say anything to him though, he would just say he was goofing off and not seriously trying to do the workout. I do think he came away from it with a greater respect for how hard I've been working though. And the hard work is paying off. My muscles are getting more defined and I am stronger than I was 3 weeks ago...yay :)

Back in the groove...

Let's just put it out there first and say I struggled this weekend. I've been struggling lately, but add in a holiday that revolves around sugar and candy and you have a recipe for disaster (at least for me). Which, Sunday was. A complete train wreck from start to finish. But it's over. I was up 3 lbs on the scale this morning. Talk about a smack-you-in-the-face wake-up call.
But, I did well with my eating today. Tomorrow will be a good day too (I'm working on a positive outlook). My kids were driving me bananas today, but I handled it without shoving food in my face. I went for a run instead. I haven't run in about a month (due to injury) but it felt great to get out there again. I did my workout this morning and sweated my butt off...hopefully literally. I'm back in the groove and more determined than ever not to let myself be undermined. The goal is in sight. Now to keep moving forward!

Let your clothes be your guide...

Initially when I started losing weight (this time), I thought 145 was the magic number. That was the ultimate weight goal in my future....5'5" and 145. Now, I'm reevaluating and I've decided that I don't care what the number says. I just want to fit in a size 6ish. Even when I started high school I was a size 9. I don't even know what it's like to wear a size 6. But, I bought 2 pairs of pants in size 6 today. Knock me over with a feather! I can get them on and buttoned, but they are Tight. They are perfect though as motivational pieces.
I decided it was time for the concrete end goal. So that's it. Size 6. I'm not really worried about the number on the scale, it just drives me crazy anyway. As long as I can fit my tush into my goal size, that's good enough for me.
I've still got some work ahead of me. I've probably got to lose another 10-15 lbs to really be comfortable in a size 6. That's okay though, I have my final goal. (Seriously, a size 6???a year ago I would have told you that you were crazy!) So, keep moving forward!