Neglectful

Hoo-boy! Yesterday, I was a bad, bad girl... I did not exercise at all and mainly ate to soothe my hangover.

Saturday was not much better than Sunday, either.

Too much drinking, too much eating to ease the after-effects of the demon drink, and not enough movement.

I've been bad.

I need to turn it around and get back on the wagon today! And be good, super-good, really, really good for the next three weeks and four days (25 days total)!

I must do crunches every day!
I must eat right every day!
I must do cardio every day!

Aaaaaaaaaccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!

Down to a Month

Well, I've hit one goal in my quest to get ready for the beach. But, as I noticed on Saturday at the pool, I'm not nearly as toned as I want to be.

With 30 days left, my focus is on building lean muscle and toning my abs, ass, and arms. The three A's if you will.

I've made a commitment to do my ab program every day. So far, I've gone three days in a row (Sunday and Monday were my Ab Ripper 200 DVD and yesterday, I did the ab machines at the gym).

I've done cardio... LOTS of cardio. I think tonight I'll focus on strength and body toning and give the running a break.

My only problem this year is with food. I've been drinking the sludge. I've been adding protein. I have been saying "no" to fast food and most unhealthy choices. But I'm so hungry! I've been really bad in the evening hours... Last night I took a tortilla and spread shredded cheese on it and nuked it for 15 seconds, rolled it up, and devoured it. The night before, I had a peanut butter sandwich. Both of these things were after dinner. Ugh.

I'm in a weird place right now with the whole food thing. If I want to meet my goals, I need to eat right. But it is so darn boring! And I don't want to give up the bad stuff forever. But every time I indulge in something I know I shouldn't be eating, it seems I take a step backwards, even with the working out.

Yeah. I'm frustrated. But I'm frustrated for the future, not today. Once this trip is over, how am I going to handle life? Will I go back to my old ways? Will I stay on this path? One thing I do know for sure is that working out and meeting goals is a lot harder this year than it was last year. I'm not sure I can make any other choice than to continue and not turn into a slug for 8 months.

38 days until we leave

Despite being completely harried and crazy last week, I did manage to work out on Tuesday and Friday. I kicked my ass, if I do say so myself!

There was no working out over the weekend, but I logged three miles on the treadmill yesterday.

Today, I plan to either do Turbo Sculpt at home or work out with the weights at the gym with very little cardio. My knees need the break!

Quite Obviously

My best laid plans for working out and eating right this week have been put on hold...

No working out, but the stress has curbed my appetite, so it's a trade-off.

Another Note to Self...

Dear Self,

I don't want you to panic, but you will be getting on a plane to the beach in 44 days. That gives you roughly 43 more days to get your damned act together and stop eating crap!

But you did a great job yesterday and many kudos to you for not getting a double cheeseburger at McDonald's when you really, REALLY wanted one.

And double-kudos for working out. It was touch and go for a while, I know, and I do not recommend a 10PM Turbo Jam session with weighted gloves to become a regular occurrence, but good for you for doing it, when you could have simply kept your ass glued firmly to the couch!

Love,
Me

P.S. The next time you think it would be a "good" idea to eat a frozen dinner that has been in your freezer since 2006, please think twice.

P.P.S. You have a huge bag of frozen chicken breasts that could have been baked in that time period.

P.P.P.S. But good for you for at least eating something that tried to be healthy. Even though it was nasty.

46 Days and Counting...

There's just over a month and a half to go and I'm yo-yo-ing like crazy!

I do well during the week and then blow it all to hell on the weekend! Lovely.

I worked out each day, Monday through Friday, drank the sludge every day last week, ate right, blah, blah, blah...

Friday, I was a champ, though... Worked out, came home, took a shower, and went out with my husband...

But I ate like shit on Saturday and Sunday and did not exercise at all... So I'm back at square one. AGAIN!!!

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday...

Even though I didn't do *much* on Tuesday, I did do some strength training with my dumbells.

That means, I've gone four days in a row! Go me!

And I've consumed the sludge every day for the past two weeks except for one.

Yay!

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid

I don't know quite what I was thinking... Okay, that's not exactly true. I was in a zone. I was wanting to burn calories. I was wanting to build some muscle.

So.

Yesterday evening.

I did Turbo Sculpt (all of it).

Then I did Fat Blaster (all of it).

Today I'm in agony.

Quick Little Update

• Monday -- 3/31 -- Drank sludge, ate reasonably well until nighttime when all bets were off, spent 45 minutes on the elliptical going absolutely nowhere.
• Tuesday -- 4/1 -- Drank sludge, ate reasonably well until nighttime when all bets were off, took a nap, played a little with my dumbells. But I did envision myself doing the entire Turbo Sculp DVD while I was in a semi-awake state. Does that count?

Today, I've done very well so far with the eating, but my measure is how much of Boy Pop's Easter candy I consume after I get home. I'll more than likely do a Turbo Jam as Dr Pop will be driving home from a business trip during our normal gym time.