Ok, Awesome People of the World (henceforth known as APOTW)! I am crowing because I am 1/4 of the way done with my 40 before 40! Woo hoo! I’ve lost ten since I started and only need to lose thirty more before those beautiful, gorgeous boots are mine…
I have spent a good amount of time reading my fair share of weightloss blogs. You can see a few of my favorites in the links menu to the right here. —->
One of the things I’ve seen fairly consistently is the dangling of the carrot. The external reward. The physical motivator!
My primary motivator is, of course, the time I’m earning back that I get to tack onto the end of my life. Of course, that is only a plan. As Ben Gibbard says, “And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time.” I get to hope, I get to make it as healthy as possible for myself, but I don’t get to choose much else. Because my other favorite quote is this one: “Time truly flies. If we’re lucky, we get to fly right along with it.” Or something like that by my most favorite poet Tyler Knott Gregson. I’m playing for time. I hope I get REALLY lucky and I get to fly through time for a long time. But if I don’t have luck on my side, perhaps good health will hedge things in my direction.
But I wonder… Would losing weight be more fun if pressies were involved along the way? Frankly, isn’t most everything more fun with presents? Like, seriously?!
I’ll admit that the ultimate prize would be to get rid of the surplus flesh once the contents have been evacuated. That is a sincere hope but I’m holding off on getting too excited about that just yet (I bald face lied right there – I’m freaking obsessed with getting a tummy tuck. I just don’t wanna seem vapid or premature!!!). Anywho…
So along the way…
Maybe some new summer dresses?
Or some cute shoes…
And I’ve already promised myself new boots when I reach my forty by forty goal. Pretty boots. Nice boots. Boots that will last longer than a season.
Don’t hate me but I’m having fun with my diet right now. I’ve got that in-control, power-high thing going on that happens once the diet and exercise become habit rather than a pain, the calorie counting seems like a puzzle rather than a punishment and you rather enjoy stepping on the scale every morning and watching the numbers as they just keep going down. Sorry, but that’s fun.
Know what my body is wanting to do today? Reclaim all the calories it has let go! Argh! Anxiety is a vile pile o’ stink. Worry not, I’m spending the time I’m not stuffing my face walking around and around the block. No joke – I’ve burned 900 calories today on my sneakers. I’ll beat these cravings if it’s the last thing I do!
I went roller skating last night. This is the second time in about a month and lemme tell ya- I rock at roller skating. This mama still has the moves! I got home and entered the calories burned and was in love with how many I burn at this weight (I earned 600 something calories burnt for an hour of skating! woot!) so then I got home and ate a bowl of reeses peanut butter chocolate cereal. And I ate cheese and crackers. SO, in retrospect it seems like a pretty reasonable ‘binge’ but at the same time it undid my awesome working out. Boo hoo. I’m fine. Just being an honest little reporter. who loves roller skating!
Time to crow: I went to Idaho this past weekend to spend some time with my parents. I was freaked out that I would succumb to bad travel habits and lose my stride. The opposite actually happened- I was so strict with myself that I went from the zero to the five according to their scale!!! We’ll see what holds true but I may very well be hitting a super exciting milestone soon! It will be the smallest I’ve been since my wedding!
Idaho… We drove all day yesterday to get here. I didn’t squeeze a workout in but I did stay on my calorie count. When I work out I’m hitting right around 1000 calories (but I’m really intaking around 1500-1600daily). I started my month with a nine in the ones column and ended it with a zero in the ones column. I’m pleased as punch!