Sunday, November 18, 2012

Confession

I am an oaf.

Seriously.

I joke, and say the hyena is an oaf.  I am no better.  At least, as of this week.  I've been exhausted.  No clue why.  But when I'm exhausted, I want to sleep in.  And when I sleep in, I don't have time to work out.  And when I don't work out, I feel like a slug.....that wants to sleep in.

Stupid vicious cycle.

Plus, I think I've been taking my eating clues from Bobifer's diet this week.  I won't bore you with all the specific embarrassing details, but dinner today was a dessert apple.  No, not an apple with a cinnamon-sugar topping.  Not even a slice of apple pie.  A dessert apple.
Yep....that's just a fancy way of saying "candy apple."  But not just any candy apple.  One coated in caramel, and then chocolate, and then almond toffee, and drizzled with white chocolate.

At the farmers' market I bought a loaf of bread from my favorite bakery.  Chocolate cherry sourdough.  Yep.  At least I didn't eat the entire thing.  Yet.

The hubbs and I went out to dinner on Friday with Kimberly to celebrate her Birthday!  Dinner was fabulous, we had tons of fun, and I finished off with this...
Yeah.....this shit has got to stop.  I feel like I'm self-destructing.

At least I got a bike ride in today.  And I walked the hyena yesterday.  But that's still a far cry from the running I was doing before being hobbled.

I feel ginormous.  You would think a fear of going back to being fat would help keep things in check.  (In my defense, my clothes still do fit, although they are a tad more snug than they were a couple months ago.)

Anyways.  The hubbs and I have decided to play a little game between Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Because we are both out of control.  And he wants to seriously make some changes and be healthier too.  Yay!

I'm going to make up a calendar, and starting on black Friday, we're going to track all our fitness minutes from then until the day before Christmas Eve.  Just a little competition to see who can rack up the most.  We toyed around with miles, but he likes to swim, and comparing swimming miles to biking miles just seems unfair.  Plus, this way we can count Death Gym and lifting too!  So we figured we'll just roll with minutes.

(We both decided we didn't want to focus on weight......weighing myself makes me nutso.  I think if I were to step on a scale now, I would probably have a nervous breakdown.  Seriously.  In my mind, I've convinced myself that I'm probably back over 200lbs.....but if I saw confirmation of that, well, I'd probably cry.  Seriously.  Just let me take solace in the fact that my clothes still fit *snugly* and that I need to do something about the snug part now.)

I would also like to come up with something that can help us stay focused food-wise, especially with the holiday parties coming up.  Any ideas?

1 comment:

  1. Tracking minutes sounds like a GREAT idea! Keep us posted on how it goes! :)

    ~MaryAnn

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