Getting Going... I Think I Can... I Think I Can...

Ahhh, another over indulgent birthday week (yes, we celebrate WEEKS around here) has come to a close. While most people jump on the resolution bandwagon around January 1st... I prefer to wait until MY new year January 26th.

Actually, I'm not big on resolutions, call me a non-conformist if you must, but I refuse to run with the rest of the lemmings making up little wishes (because they aren't really goals for 99% of people out there) that I doubt will come true, much less have any realistic plan of following up on anyway.

After a taste of weight loss success last year, I am yearning for more. What I don't understand is why it's so hard to get back INTO the groove again? It seems harder to get going again than it was to make up my mind to start to begin with.

My plan is to load up on Atkins or Slimfast shakes (the low carb, no sugar stuff) and protein bars... I know, it's not exactly healthy... but I plan to do this during the day and either have a decent breakfast or a decent dinner. Once I get the old ball rolling again I'll introduce healthy, low-carb alternatives to the high-sugar junk food I've been indulging in for the last... oh... 4 months.

The New Meaning Of "Hauling Ass"

I turned 30 yesterday and already I am loving it more than I did my twenties. Of course, maybe the reality hasn't set it in yet? Hmmm... that's enough to make me super neurotic so I'll stop thinking about it.

My mom took me out for dinner last night... it was a lot of fun. The meal was not diet friendly, but oh well, you only turn 30 once right? And, of course, I am a pro at finding excuses to fuck up my diet.

I was telling her that I really want a treadmill. We're moving in a couple of months and I plan on purchasing a treadmill, Total Gym and probably a Gazelle Glider (for hubby... I hate that damn thing).

My mom loves to walk... I don't. I can't get over the fact that you walk AWAY from your car and that by the time you get tired and are done walking you have to walk ALL the way back to your car. If you are on a treadmill you just walk until you are tired and then haul your ass on over to the couch until you feel better. You know?

Overindulgence Thy Name is Ghiradelli

I haven't slept in two nights. My youngest is down with a nasty bug and as most parents know, if the baby doesn't sleep... neither do you.

I grabbed a cup of coffee this morning as I ran out the door to take the older kids to school and then take the baby to the doctor. Not wanting to infect the newborns in the waiting room I opted to stand out in the hall, rocking my two-year old back and forth until my legs lost most of the feeling from the knees down.

By the time I got home today I put the baby to bed and heated up some leftover soup from last night. There were chunks of tofu and mushrooms and practically no carbs at all.

The same could not be said for the leftover Christmas candy that seemed to be screaming my name and begging me to rip into it and savor each delectable chocolatey bite.

Ever seen those romantic, sexy commercials for Ghiradelli chocolate that feature some hot chickie-pie relaxing and savoring ONE square of chocolate? Yeah, well... Bullshit.

In the time she takes to savor one I can have 4 choked down with half a glass of milk.

It's probably sleep deprivation, stress and well... I'm turning 30 tomorrow.

Moooooo, just close the pasture gate and call me Bessie.

Did a 20 minute Pilates workout last night. Today I was stressing a bit and had a bit of a binge this afternoon. I don't suppose the pilates last night makes up for it, does it?

It's probably just me, but I've noticed lately that when I hit the weight I am now originally last summer, I was thrilled, I felt stronger and had more energy, most importantly, I felt slimmer!

Now, that I am at this weight and even though it is far less than what I started out at, I feel like a cow.

It's cold, so I can't bring myself to guzzle all the water I should be and every day I am finding more and more excuses to avoid following my diet.

Worse yet, here I am whining about it.

My apologies.

Tomorrow is another day... and I'll get back on the horse, bicycle or whatever the hell it is then.

It's Been Too Long...

Ok, I admit, I fell off the face of the earth.

The holidays were not kind to me, in fact, I gained back over 7 pounds. Ouch.

I feel like a failure and I didn't want this blog to turn into one of those whiney blogs where post after post is an "Oh poor me!" sob story.

I'm actually ok with things. I've started working out again, I'm using Cortislim, Cinnamon, and Taurine. It's always hard to get back into the groove when you've skipped out of it for so long, but I'm trying and that's all that counts, right?

(I know, Yoda... "Try not... do.")

I just returned from a weekend getaway to the coast with my wonderful husband. We both need to lose at least 30 pounds a piece. I'd really rather prefer to lose at least 40 myself. At last count my total weight loss was about 27lbs. and after my holiday screw up I've got to lose an additional five to get back to my 27lb. spot.

I'm finding myself losing determination... which is ridiculous. I'm going to be 30 on Thursday and have every reason in the world to be determined to lose the weight. It's not even as if I'm as heavy as those people on "Biggest Loser" I'm more in the Kelly LeBrock area from "Celebrity Fit Club 3" not to compare looks... just to say that's about the weight area I'm sitting in.

I'm a solid size 12 and to me it might as well be a solid size 20... it feels every bit as large.

Auuugh!!!!

Bastard hormones.