Mini Goals, A Continuation

First, I wanted to say thank you to everyone who sent encouragement’s to me yesterday. It was really lovely to know that I wasn’t the only one in a funk with every thing and it was just really nice in general. So thank you.

I was so far in a funk that I even stopped taking my multi vitamins and other daily nutritional capsules that I’d been taking religiously since I started this. So instead of setting weight goals, I’m going to set mini goals for the next two weeks, because I think that not focusing on the whole picture for once might help me in getting this back on track.

These mini goals include:

  • taking multi vitamins and other capsules (once and twice a day where required)
  • stretching or walking for five minutes every hour (when appropriate)
  • thinking about the food before I pick it up
  • fewer sweet things should make their way into my shopping cart
  • drink more water, less alcohol
  • use the exercise machine at least three times a week (I’m starting small shut up)
  • Track food

Some of these, like the tracking and exercise, are long term mini goals, but I’m trying to change the culture of my life and to do that I’ve realized I can’t just will them to change. Otherwise I’d have willed off the weight ages ago and gotten a raise and found a man and had a baby.

Tragically, life doesn’t work that way. So, I’m re-starting (again) with mini goals and working forward from there.

not mine

not mine

C’est la vie.


In Which My Sister Was Right

In case you didn’t know it snowed in New England last night. I’m not entirely sure that the roads have been plowed but my parents driveway definitely hasn’t been.

It snowed. Thats my car.

It snowed. Thats my car.

To prepare for this, my editor asked me to wake up to do the school closings (which she’d already written up and wound up approving close to midnight). So I got up at 5:45 and she says to me “Oh, it’s all done. No worries. Go back to sleep.”

I cannot just simply go back to sleep. I’m not built that way. I wake up, I’m up. Rarely do I take a nap.

So in my sleepy stupor I said, ‘Well, since I seem to be snowed in, I might as well go exercise.’

Which, let me tell you, is something I’ve never said to myself, EVER before in my life.

That said, it was relatively painless. I got in 48 minutes on the elliptical (5 activity points for Weight Watchers thank you) and watched an episode and a bit of ‘The Closer’.

Afterward, I realized my sister said a truth the other day. She said to me that she exercises in the morning when she’s not awake because you don’t seem to know any better, your mind doesn’t seem to register that exercise is evil until afterward when you’re stumbling off the machine with jello-like legs and gasping of thirst.

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it previously, but I dislike it when my sister is right about this type of stuff.

Anyway, she was right and I was generally wrong, because I scoffed and said piffle and walked away.

It’s entirely possible I’ll be taking my sorry ass to the elliptical first thing in the morning at least three to four times a week for the foreseeable future. But I mean, lets not get a head of ourselves. Exercise is still evil.

It’s just not as bad when you’re not thinking strait. Thank you Sister for that wisdom.

I’m going to go cry in a corner.

Not a great weigh in…

I should have expected this, I really should have, and I did to a point, but I gained three pounds over the last week. I’m not entirely shocked by this, but I was still hoping for a lower number.

I did not track or eat very well last week. So, like I said. I’m not surprised I gained at all I just hate it. I was hoping that it wouldn’t be so bad.

Now I’m just whinging and its not attractive. I just need to get back on plan and on tracking.┬áIt’s a new day and I can’t look back at the food I ate and complain about it. I ate it and I gained. I now need to move on and take back control of the food and eating.

not my photo

not my photo