Wednesday, May 25, 2016
I will start this post by saying that the purpose of this blog is to share my journey. All parts of my journey. good and bad. That being said, I must share the fact that my train derailed the last couple of days. Monday started out well. I had a good weigh in and everything seemed great. As the day progressed I started to feel very tired. Almost felt like I was run down. So I decided to take the day off from the gym and eat some extra calories thinking it was from my lack of calorie intake. My first 2 meals were solid and my last I had more of a cheat meal in order to give myself a big boost in calories. But it didn't seem to help. Monday night I really couldn't sleep; I just felt sluggish and foggy. Tuesday morning I woke up with a huge headache. And this is where things went bad for me very quickly. My first true test and I failed. I was home with my youngest daughter and feeling like crap so I reverted to the old me. Instead of muscling through and making something healthy I ordered a pizza, breadsticks and, the worst part, a 2 liter of Coke. I knew I shouldn't have but at that point I didn't care. I rationalized it to myself that it was only because I wasn't feeling good. I rationalized that it was easier for me and also so my little one could eat. I lied to myself to get what 'fat me' wanted. I regretted it from the minute I ordered it. But that didn't stop me from eating it. This morning I woke up with a clear head and lots of regret and anger towards myself. Especially when I stepped on the scale. It's amazing how fast it can come back. This wasn't a true derailment but more of like hitting a dear at 70mph in your car. It's dangerous, jacks your ride up, and has the potential to keep you from driving again. However, it's nothing that can't be fixed. While I'm very disappointed in myself, it has taught me something very important. No matter how strong I feel on any given day, 'fat me' will always be in the wings waiting for his opportunity to take back control. I lost yesterday's battle but the war is far from over. So I will pick myself up off the floor, put yesterday in the past and make today a positive day.
Monday, May 23, 2016
Started out the day with a bang. Monday morning weigh and in I knew I would be down weight but was a bit nervous because Sunday is my rest day. So I step on the scale and, after the scales screams in agony, it pops up a number. 461. I was pumped. That's 17lbs in 2 weeks. I'm almost at 10% of my goal in 2 weeks. I will be switching a few things up this week. I will now work out 2 days, then take a day off, then 3 days, and rest on Sunday. I'm hoping that will help me not lag so much at the end of the week. I will also begin weighing in with my doctor today on those scales that give you your BMI and body fat percentage, which I'm not looking forward to, but I will post the results later today.
Sunday, May 22, 2016
So yesterday I'm doing my thing at the gym. Using that stupid machine where you pull the rope down and it never ends. On a side note I think that is legalized torture, but back to my point. Another, shall we say, plus sized gentlemen walks up to me and introduces himself to me. Then proceeds to tell me he's seen me in there a lot recently and he sees how hard I've been working, and that I look smaller already. That statement on its own is fantastic to hear, but he continues to tell me that watching me has made him work harder because he doesn't want me to lose weight faster than him😂😂. I found that really funny as well as motivating. We talked for a quick couple of minutes, as I don't like chatting during workouts. We were comparing eating plans, workout plans and weight loss to date (btw winning). As he walked away I smiled to myself and came to the realization that I now have a weight loss nemesis. A friendly person to compete against. There are all sorts of ways to keep yourself motivated. Whether it's internal or external, doesn't matter. Use anything in your power to keep yourself going. Competing with friends and family members is a great one. If your internally motivated then write down how long you can last at a cardio exercise and try to improve them. It really doesn't matter if it's only a minute or 20 minutes. Don't let the scale be your only motivator. For the scale can be a fickle mistress and you don't want anything to derail your mind set. What I have found recently is that weight loss really is mind over body.
Saturday, May 21, 2016
Today is the final day of my workouts and I'm happy to say I am proud of myself. I have stuck to my workout plans and me eating plan. Tomorrow will be my day off from the gym so I will use it to rest. I plan on do as little as possible. Food wise I will stick to my eating plan. Here are my final numbers for the week
Calorie intake 1600
eliptical 6 min
Stationary bike 12 min
Kettle bell wok out 20 min
Tada! it looks like this
Served with some baby carrots and Snap peas. Dessert was fresh strawberries.
As I sit on a bench at the park next to our local farmers market, I am watching my 3yr old run around without a care in the world. It makes me reflect on my weight loss journey and really emphasizes how important it is that I succeed. I know what you're thinking. That I need to lose weight to be there to watch my daughter get married and all that stuff. The truth is that's selfish thinking but, that's not really what sticks out in my mind. Next time you're out in public look around at the parents of any kids you see. When I do that, an overwhelming pattern forms. Fat parents= fat kids. That may sound mean or heartless but the truth sometimes sounds harsh. Our kids don't choose to be fat. We, as parents, either keep them healthy or make them fat. Now, if you are overweight then you know how being fat limits you. I don't want that for my kids. I want them to have every opportunity to pursue what ever their hearts desire. We, as parents, have to teach them how to be healthy. How to eat right and how to put your iPad or phone down to go outside and run around. How to have fun in the sun and get a good sweat going. To date, both my kids are very healthy and not overweight, but that's because I'm conscious of that. I make sure they eat good foods for the most part and don't drink soda or eat a bunch of candy and crap. They both eat veggies on the regular and drink plenty of water. They only get crappy cereals on the weekends and so forth. But how long can I keep doing that if I am fat. At some point, my girls will look at me and say "daddy, why do we have to eat good to not be fat when you are". Up until 2 week ago I was being a hypocrite. So, for me, I can't afford to fail because it's not just about saving my life, but about saving my kids' future lives.