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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

In The Spaces

In the spaces seems like the best way to explain it.  I've been pretty introspective lately - I guess that's my age 35 thing to do.  I guess I should back up.

35!!!!!

I am officially 35.  What does this mean?  Well, I no longer can check the box for 25 - 34.  Nielsen doesn't really care about my ratings and I feel comfortable saying "I remember when"... other than that I'm still me.  Or a still changing me.

For my birthday I got flowers and dinner and a balloon from Ladybug (that met an unfortunate demise at the hands of her cousin - but never tell Ladybug.  NEVER EVER).  The next day I hung out with a friend and got a pedicure.  Birthday over.  LOL.  Oh, and my mom took me to lunch and I bought new bras.  I also danced in multiple stores because that's my new thing to do now.  Dancing in stores and thinking about my feelings - a weird combo.

The Biggest Loser 

The Biggest Loser is one of my favorite shows.  Even though they don't seem to understand percentages (200 lb girl loses 6 lbs she sucks, 300 lb dude loses 9 lbs he's awesome.  That's dumb)  Before an added bonus was the sweet hunk of Chocolate that is Dolvett.  Mmmmhhhhmmmmmmm  He seemed like a good trainer too and all but hubba hubba.





This season, two new trainers some dude (couldn't be bothered to Google) and Jen. Jen apparently is a unicorn trapped in a human's body and I'm pretty sure she has magical powers and poops rainbows. And I think her hugs melt fat and burn calories.  In conclusion, I should be sitting in her bushes right now - which isn't as difficult as I thought as she doesn't live that far from here. Or at least she grew up here.  She started talking about how people can be motivated by fear or by love - and my eyes glossed over a bit and I probably rolled my eyes because FEELINGS WHO NEEDS THEM?!?!  But the more she talked, the more she got to me.  Halfway through the show she had me believing in myself and wanting to do better.  WITH HER FEELINGS TALK!!!!!! GASP.



Introspection 

Fear vs. love stuck with me.  Stuck.  It's everywhere I go.  I started to think about my decision making process and what motivates me.  Although I've (mostly) abandoned my need to be perfect and have made peace (or at least called a truce) with my aversion to asking for help, I'm pretty much failing in the love vs. fear department.

Lately I've felt so pressed for time.  Like the clock was working against me.  And when I feel like I'm going to be late or am pushing up on a deadline the pressure is palpable.  Like my world is constricting.  It's fear.  Fear of failure, fear of not making it, fear of not being good enough.  Fear.



Weight Loss 

I have all the tools and knowledge needed to lose weight.  Yet, I'm not.  Because I'm not trying.  And I don't have a good reason other than "because I'm not".  Maybe I'm not ready to give up my food security blanket.  But I've got to figure it out.

Monday, September 1, 2014

The Accidental Couch Potato

At the beginning of this year I had a plan to lose 50 pounds.  I wasn't going to carry all of this weight into my 35th year...

Well.  That was an epic fail.  My husband lost his job at the end of last year and I compensated with chicken. And pizza.  And tacos.  You know the regular crew.  Between October 2013 and May 2014 I gained 25 pounds.  I blamed the food.  And yes, the food definitely has something to do with it.

But.  (yes. but) There's a bigger issue here.  I don't move during the day.  I don't move.  At all.  None. Zilch.

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You see that period?  That's how far I travel.  Not far. My typical schedule:


  • 5:30 am - Wake up 
  • 6:15 am - Out the door
  • 7:15 am - Get to work
  • 4:45 pm - Leave work 
  • 6:05 pm - Get to daycare 
  • 6:30 pm - Get home, do home stuff 
  • 8:30 pm - Close door on toddler after saying goodnight
  • 8:45 pm - Assume the position in front of the laptop to write words
  • 11:30 pm - Go to bed
  • 11:45 pm - Actually put phone down and go to sleep 
At home I park in the driveway.  
At work I park close to the door. 
The printer is 4 steps (literally) from my desk. 
A round trip to the bathroom is 122 steps. 

At my old job, I had to walk up hill 4 miles in the snow both ways to get to the door.  It was horrible.  HOR. RI. BLE. The bathroom wasn't close. The lunchroom wasn't close.  Nothing was close.  Everything was far. The best part about being pregnant was the super parking pass that let me park close to the door.  It was THAT bad. But... that wretched walk was probably all that saved me from wearing a size 532.  
Even worse in the snow!!!!

One of my writing clients is Withings.  They have awesome products that help you get in shape and live a healthy lifestyle.  And they were kind enough to let me use some of their products to help me lose this weight. The Pulse O2 tracks activity as well as can take your pulse and check your oxygenation.  

Thanks to the activity tracker it is PAINFULLY obvious how much I don't move.  On a busy day at work, I may hit 1,500 steps.  Maybe.  If I had to pee a lot.  A measly 1,500.  I started taking the stairs down every time, but even all 6 floors is only about 300 steps.   Yes down.  I did up once and sounded like Darth Vader and Bane's asthmatic child at my desk for 10 minutes afterwards. I was convinced that I was oxygen deficient. I was going to pass out.  I used the Pulse to check my oxygenation - 98%.  I was fine, just fat. I'm working on it.  


Goal 0 times.  That's me.  I'm a fantastic under achiever.   So.  I'm going to keep working on it.  Taking the stairs, walking the long way to the car, getting in the steps where I can.  Because even if I only eat lettuce (will totally never happen) if I don't get moving nothing else will matter.  

Needless to say, I'm back on the journey.  And trying to find a way to squeeze in some exercise. sssssqqqquuueeeeezzzzeeeeee. 

What helps you get in the fitness?  And what on earth do you do with your hair?!?!?!

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