Hello? Is this thing On?
So I've been a bit lax on blogging lately, I'll try and pick it back up again over the next couple of weeks. I'm kind of bummed about my weight loss plan. Well, I don't know if plan is really the right word. I've just tried to make some slight modifications to my overall diet. Like cutting out soda and drinking more water. Eliminating most trips through the drive-thru, especially in the morning. I thought for SURE these two things would help me along the way to losing some good weight. WRONG! So yesterday when I was putting on my pants (sorry if that's TMI) my belt cinched up another notch. I thought, well that HAS to be a good sign and was mildly encouraged. As well as Teri telling me lately that I look like I've been losing weight. So I decided to hit the scale. Well so much for the encouragement. Technically the scale said I'd gained 1/2 of a pound. F***ing scale! OK, I was fully clothed, so maybe that's 2 pounds or something, but still. It certainly has NOT been the dramatic change I was expecting. Especially for giving up two of my favorite "food" items, Coke and JITB breakfast. So yesterday and today I had JITB for breakfast. No coke, but JITB. I'll not go the rest of the week, but I guess I was rebelling a bit. Why is it so f***ing easy to put ON the weight, but such a God D***ed ritual to take it off????? When I was 19 . . . yes that long ago, I stopped drinking soda for a week and lost 12 pounds. No kidding. I've basically been off the soda for nearly 6 weeks now and drinking between 1 and 3 liters of water a day and I GAIN weight? This is why I hate the scale. When I was doing Weight Watchers, I obsessed over the scale and weighed myself every single day. It was almost an unhealthy obsession with the numbers. While I was pretty successful with WW (or ChubClub as Jerry nicknamed it) I did lose 51 pounds over 8 months, the constant figuring of points and the eventual plateau I hit killed that. Now I've gained back 70+ pounds. F***!!!! This is so frustrating. I want the magic pill. I want the metabolism of a cheetah. I wanna kick the S*** outta every single one of the Men's Health cover models. (Yes, even Jason Statham although he'd kill me).A few months ago, I signed up for this 12 week program at the good ol' YMCA. The thing that I thought was cool about this program is that you had a "login" to the machines. Then you would get "fitness points" to keep track of how much you were working out. But the REAL reason I signed up was that you got a "Coach" to help you along the way. What I told my "coach" is that what I really needed was accountability. If he didn't see me working out consistently, I wanted to hear from him. I figured the accountability coaching in my business was working out really well, so maybe this could work out too. Well, turns out there was no accountability at all. I missed a week with the flu and never heard from my coach. I actually e-mailed him to say why I wasn't there and he responded with basically "I was wondering where you were". Well after missing that week, I made it in once the following week and haven't been back since. Haven't heard from my "coach" at all. I'd love to have a personal trainer, but I've no clue what they cost and I'm sure after my huge tax bill this year, I can't afford one.
I guess I'm just frustrated and depressed about my aparent inability to sel-motivate myself to REALLY eat right and exercisce. Maybe that's why I'm feeling so lethargic lately. I've been sleeping really well the last couple of nights and getting between 7 and 8 hours sleep each night, but I just wake up groggy. I'm not sure what's going on. I think for my May appt. with my doctor, I'll see if I can't have a full physical. But of course with HMO's you're lucky to get 15 minutes with your doctor now days. So I'll have to see if I can't figure that out too. I'm also going to request to be tested for sleep apnea and HOPEFULLY get a referral to an alergist. I seem to itch all the f-ing time, and have for as long as I can remember. I'm probably going to find out I'm allergic to most of the foods I love. So I suppose that'll be a double edged sword I'll get to fall on as well. I'm full of joy and happiness today aren't I?
They should have the final framing inspection on our new home today. Tomorrow they'll likely start insulating and Friday they'll stock the home with sheetrock. So by next week I won't likely be able to look through the walls anymore. AND they'll put a builder key on the home, so I won't be able to go over there and walk through it any time I want. That will suck. I asked Greg, the site agent, if he would be kind enough to put a key box on for me. I told him I'd even give him a key box to use if he didn't have one. That way at least you limit it to Realtors that can go through the home. Oh well.
I'm still pissed at my coach too. She still hasn't responded to the e-mail I sent her, and I'm considering (for the first time ever) blowing off our coaching call next week. I dunno if that'll send a message or not, but it'll make me feel better for a second anyway. OK, I'll quit wasting your time with some unproductive blogging.
Anyway, I hope you're having a good week.