Just a short blog today, I'm off to catch a plane but we can't let this milestone go by without it's due.
I had my monthly weigh in with my Dr. this week and she came in and asked how I did because she hadn't looked yet, and I said well I didn't hit my personal goal, but I did fine. So we chatted about my plan for Vegas. (Which is where I'm off to momentarily).
This morning I hit that scale like I always do and there it was. I hit the 40 pound mark. FINALLY!
Now, to not undo it in Vegas. The hardest thing is to not have that scale in my room. My son had a good point, walk to the fitness center and weigh in there. That's always a possibility. There will be lots of walking and I have my fitbit. I can count my steps and I can put a real effort into putting my food intake into the app.
Maintaining is the first goal, but it would be nice to come back home with my weekly weight loss.
Viva Las Vegas. What happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas and all that. You can follow all our Vegas adventures on Facebook.
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Defending Kelly Clarkson
I'm pretty "in the know" when it comes to celebrities and Pop Culture. Like everyone I have my favorites, I could tell you everything about Rick Springfield from his address to his wife and children's names, even what his message on his answering machine at home says, yes I'm that much of a Rick Springfield stalker but when it comes to singer Kelly Clarkson I'm not quite as knowledgeable. Without researching on the internet, I can tell you she was the very first winner of American Idol, she is married to Country Superstar Reba McEntire's son and Kelly recently had a beautiful baby girl.
There in a nutshell, that's all I can tell you. I don't even think I can name one of her songs. Kelly Clarkson has just never been in my fan radar. My dance card is full right now and it's rare when there is an opening for someone new for me to devote any "stalking" time to. (to all that don't know me please take note we are using the word "stalking" purely in good fun). I'd say that makes Kelly a lucky girl, again, just kidding.
Today I see the following article online:
http://www.msn.com/en-us/music/celebrity/kelly-clarkson-defends-herself-after-the-most-hated-woman-in-britain-fat-shamed-her-online-im-awesome/ar-BBiggzm?ocid=iehp
My first question was who is this Katie Hopkins?
After doing my research I find that this Katie Hopkins is a British Journalist and TV personality. She seems to thrive on being controversial. She really seems to have a hang up about fat people as she even had a tv show where she purposely gained weight and then lost it to show that you can be successful dieting.
I'm furious about her comments towards Kelly Clarkson saying that she looks like she ate her backup singers, Kelly didn't do anything to anybody. For her to be "Fat-shamed" just based on the way she looks is ridiculous. I personally think Kelly Clarkson is adorable. So I'm not a fan but I'm a human, and I can look at her and see a beautiful person.
The comment "that's not baby weight that's carrot cake weight" well, lady we've all got some carrot cake weight, get over it.
She really crossed the line when she brought an innocent baby into it. Saying every fat child has a fat parent. How very rude. First of all Kelly's baby is off limits. That baby is innocent. That baby is beautiful.
And to say that people support Kelly because by having a fat friend makes you feel slimmer, well in all honesty, yes, having a fat friend can be fun, it sure is more fun going out to eat with your fat friend than your skinny friend who only eats salad but that's not why we are defending Kelly. We are defending Kelly because you are just downright mean.
Obviously you are not teaching your children class or manners or discipline. The discipline that comes with knowing how to control your tongue. You can't just walk around saying every random thought that comes into your head. Entertainment, showbiz, or not, it's just rude.
You have every right to criticize Kelly's music, it's what she does for a living, it gets put out there, you like it or you don't, that's what she signed up for. If she decides to do a movie or a music video, go ahead, like it, hate it give your opinion, she signed up for that. You or anyone else even can go as far as offering your opinion on what she wears on the red carpet, she knows that's part of the deal. Hec, we all do. You think there's a day that goes by that we all don't walk into work and a co-worker may say what was she thinking wearing that? The difference is in the real world nobody comes out and says it but in the celebrity world, it gets said, and that's ok, they know it's going to happen.
What you don't have a right to do is call her a chunky monkey. You don't have a right to criticize her weight or how she looks because of her size. And not just her, anybody.
Katie Hopkins...Who really do you think you are? What makes you so much better than anybody else?
Kelly, you handled her comments with grace and charm you are right, you don't need anyone's approval. I loved it when you said "she don't know me I'm awesome" you know what that's how I feel too as a fellow human who has a little bit of carrot cake weight.... I'm awesome too!
So to ya'll out there go have some carrot cake this weekend for Kelly, stay awesome and Kelly You do you!
There in a nutshell, that's all I can tell you. I don't even think I can name one of her songs. Kelly Clarkson has just never been in my fan radar. My dance card is full right now and it's rare when there is an opening for someone new for me to devote any "stalking" time to. (to all that don't know me please take note we are using the word "stalking" purely in good fun). I'd say that makes Kelly a lucky girl, again, just kidding.
Today I see the following article online:
http://www.msn.com/en-us/music/celebrity/kelly-clarkson-defends-herself-after-the-most-hated-woman-in-britain-fat-shamed-her-online-im-awesome/ar-BBiggzm?ocid=iehp
My first question was who is this Katie Hopkins?
After doing my research I find that this Katie Hopkins is a British Journalist and TV personality. She seems to thrive on being controversial. She really seems to have a hang up about fat people as she even had a tv show where she purposely gained weight and then lost it to show that you can be successful dieting.
I'm furious about her comments towards Kelly Clarkson saying that she looks like she ate her backup singers, Kelly didn't do anything to anybody. For her to be "Fat-shamed" just based on the way she looks is ridiculous. I personally think Kelly Clarkson is adorable. So I'm not a fan but I'm a human, and I can look at her and see a beautiful person.
The comment "that's not baby weight that's carrot cake weight" well, lady we've all got some carrot cake weight, get over it.
She really crossed the line when she brought an innocent baby into it. Saying every fat child has a fat parent. How very rude. First of all Kelly's baby is off limits. That baby is innocent. That baby is beautiful.
And to say that people support Kelly because by having a fat friend makes you feel slimmer, well in all honesty, yes, having a fat friend can be fun, it sure is more fun going out to eat with your fat friend than your skinny friend who only eats salad but that's not why we are defending Kelly. We are defending Kelly because you are just downright mean.
Obviously you are not teaching your children class or manners or discipline. The discipline that comes with knowing how to control your tongue. You can't just walk around saying every random thought that comes into your head. Entertainment, showbiz, or not, it's just rude.
You have every right to criticize Kelly's music, it's what she does for a living, it gets put out there, you like it or you don't, that's what she signed up for. If she decides to do a movie or a music video, go ahead, like it, hate it give your opinion, she signed up for that. You or anyone else even can go as far as offering your opinion on what she wears on the red carpet, she knows that's part of the deal. Hec, we all do. You think there's a day that goes by that we all don't walk into work and a co-worker may say what was she thinking wearing that? The difference is in the real world nobody comes out and says it but in the celebrity world, it gets said, and that's ok, they know it's going to happen.
What you don't have a right to do is call her a chunky monkey. You don't have a right to criticize her weight or how she looks because of her size. And not just her, anybody.
Katie Hopkins...Who really do you think you are? What makes you so much better than anybody else?
Kelly, you handled her comments with grace and charm you are right, you don't need anyone's approval. I loved it when you said "she don't know me I'm awesome" you know what that's how I feel too as a fellow human who has a little bit of carrot cake weight.... I'm awesome too!
So to ya'll out there go have some carrot cake this weekend for Kelly, stay awesome and Kelly You do you!
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Resurrection of the Eliptical Machine
Some people LOVE to exercise for the pure joy of it. I'm not one of those people. I love to shop, I love to travel, I love so many other things in live but exercising is not a love. To me exercising is a chore, something I have to do. I'm learning not to mind it. I like to walk, I don't mind that, I don't mind going to the gym and getting on the treadmill and doing the weights, but I don't love it.
I just know to get where I want to be I have to do this. Sunday I met my cousins for the day to do baby stuff, we went and registered for my cousins bundle of joy, then went to dinner. Unfortunately I had a little more bread than I should have (gee, most people say they had a little more wine or something) the bread was so delicious, it was fresh and soft and had sesame seeds. YUM!
When I got home it was late. It was dark, snow on the ground, spots of black ice. I wanted to go for a walk but I knew it wasn't safe. I had to do something. The gym was closed. I had to work off this bread. I have one more pound to go til I reach my 30 pound mark.
I knew I had no other choice...the darn boring as hell Eliptical Machine that I hate so much. I looms in the basement. It sits there just waiting, taunting me....I did it, I got on it, I just blasted my music and didn't thing about it. I really hate that machine.
But you know what, not only did I get on it Sunday but I got on it Monday night and this morning too. So I'm going to make it what gets me through the winter on the days I can't get to the gym and now with the snow on the ground I can't get outside to walk. As much as I don't like it, I'll use to get where I need to go.
It's been resurrected. (for now)
I just know to get where I want to be I have to do this. Sunday I met my cousins for the day to do baby stuff, we went and registered for my cousins bundle of joy, then went to dinner. Unfortunately I had a little more bread than I should have (gee, most people say they had a little more wine or something) the bread was so delicious, it was fresh and soft and had sesame seeds. YUM!
When I got home it was late. It was dark, snow on the ground, spots of black ice. I wanted to go for a walk but I knew it wasn't safe. I had to do something. The gym was closed. I had to work off this bread. I have one more pound to go til I reach my 30 pound mark.
I knew I had no other choice...the darn boring as hell Eliptical Machine that I hate so much. I looms in the basement. It sits there just waiting, taunting me....I did it, I got on it, I just blasted my music and didn't thing about it. I really hate that machine.
But you know what, not only did I get on it Sunday but I got on it Monday night and this morning too. So I'm going to make it what gets me through the winter on the days I can't get to the gym and now with the snow on the ground I can't get outside to walk. As much as I don't like it, I'll use to get where I need to go.
It's been resurrected. (for now)
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Excuses, Excuses, Excuses and overcoming them again and again
It's so easy to fall back into the pattern of using excuses not to exercise. It's difficult to overcome them. Seems like negativity is so easy while doing anything positive takes work.
After falling from grace over the winter and settling in with ease in my comfy, pink recliner, happy to spend my evenings catching up on soaps, using excuses (as legitimate as they were) of various stresses such as financial, emotional etc. there was always tomorrow.
Spring had sprung and I made half hearted attempts at going to the gym until the excruciating pain of sciatica set in, again legitimate but and excuse I was somewhat happy to have to give up the exercise.
After some time, cortisone shots, and muscle relaxers, the pain went away and I still couldn't get my ass off the comfy, pink chair. Every night, settling in with my bowl of popcorn, almost Archie Bunker like (if there is anyone young enough reading this who does not get the Archie Bunker reference, you tube it).
I hadn't walked down to my basement in weeks because of the extreme pain I had been in but now that the pain was gone I made the attempt and found it quite difficult to go up and down the stairs, chalking it up to letting myself get extremely out of shape (yet again) something I vowed to never do. I guess never say never right? I also noticed that I was having some shortness of breath just on the shortest of walks say from my car to my office. I never said anything but I was really amazed at how I could go from walking miles to not even being able to walk 20 feet.
It was time to go for my physical (I had made the appoint back in January and it was now July). I had explained to my doctor that I had been doing so well with my weight loss journey and I just lost control again. I mentioned my shortness of breath as a side effect of gaining weight back. We discussed many things, such as seeing a dietician, medication etc. She wrapped up by saying I want you to start walking again, and go get your bloodwork done. Pretty routine stuff.
I went on a Saturday that I did not have to work and went about my day. Around 2:00 on a that Saturday, I get a frantic call from my doctor telling me to get to the hospital right away. She rattled off a bunch of information that I just didn't understand. I was in a bit of a shock being told that I had to go to the hospital now. All I heard was your bloodwork came back extremely abnormal (me, freaking out thinking, oh God, I'm dying...I've got cancer...etc.) the she tells me that there are two numbers I need to write down, my hemoglobin was 7.2 (it should be 12-14) and some other big word I can't remember but basically it was my oxygen level was a 24 and should be 35. She continued on saying I may need a blood transfusion and at this point all I heard was Charlie Brown's mother (wahh wahh wahh).
Long story short, my low oxygen level was the real reason behind the shortness of breath, I did not get the blood transfusion but they did send me to see about 5 different doctors in a weeks time. I've since been taking my iron faithfully and feel amazing. Sounds strange but I did not realize that I wasn't feeling well.
Now that the health issues seem to be out of the way it's time to get back to it, time to get real. I started Monday getting up early (no joke...those who know me well know I'm not a morning person) but yes, been hitting the gym for mini work outs, back home to shower and get to work. Tonight I walked a mile. I'm not going to lie....it wasn't easy. It's pretty much like starting over. So I did the gym this morning and a walk tonight. I did the mile in 20 minutes, not too bad as when I stopped walking I was doing a mile in 15 minutes.
A friend of mine told me today that there is such a difference in my mood when I work out and the encouraging words of "you can do this" kept me moving on my walk tonight. I know that this is all me, my journey, but every little piece of encouragement motivates me. It's like a quilt. Small words from all of my friends woven together to make my journey a success.
It really all works together, watching what I eat, exercising and writing. If I stop doing one, the rest stops also. So I must keep going I have much to accomplish.
After falling from grace over the winter and settling in with ease in my comfy, pink recliner, happy to spend my evenings catching up on soaps, using excuses (as legitimate as they were) of various stresses such as financial, emotional etc. there was always tomorrow.
Spring had sprung and I made half hearted attempts at going to the gym until the excruciating pain of sciatica set in, again legitimate but and excuse I was somewhat happy to have to give up the exercise.
After some time, cortisone shots, and muscle relaxers, the pain went away and I still couldn't get my ass off the comfy, pink chair. Every night, settling in with my bowl of popcorn, almost Archie Bunker like (if there is anyone young enough reading this who does not get the Archie Bunker reference, you tube it).
I hadn't walked down to my basement in weeks because of the extreme pain I had been in but now that the pain was gone I made the attempt and found it quite difficult to go up and down the stairs, chalking it up to letting myself get extremely out of shape (yet again) something I vowed to never do. I guess never say never right? I also noticed that I was having some shortness of breath just on the shortest of walks say from my car to my office. I never said anything but I was really amazed at how I could go from walking miles to not even being able to walk 20 feet.
It was time to go for my physical (I had made the appoint back in January and it was now July). I had explained to my doctor that I had been doing so well with my weight loss journey and I just lost control again. I mentioned my shortness of breath as a side effect of gaining weight back. We discussed many things, such as seeing a dietician, medication etc. She wrapped up by saying I want you to start walking again, and go get your bloodwork done. Pretty routine stuff.
I went on a Saturday that I did not have to work and went about my day. Around 2:00 on a that Saturday, I get a frantic call from my doctor telling me to get to the hospital right away. She rattled off a bunch of information that I just didn't understand. I was in a bit of a shock being told that I had to go to the hospital now. All I heard was your bloodwork came back extremely abnormal (me, freaking out thinking, oh God, I'm dying...I've got cancer...etc.) the she tells me that there are two numbers I need to write down, my hemoglobin was 7.2 (it should be 12-14) and some other big word I can't remember but basically it was my oxygen level was a 24 and should be 35. She continued on saying I may need a blood transfusion and at this point all I heard was Charlie Brown's mother (wahh wahh wahh).
Long story short, my low oxygen level was the real reason behind the shortness of breath, I did not get the blood transfusion but they did send me to see about 5 different doctors in a weeks time. I've since been taking my iron faithfully and feel amazing. Sounds strange but I did not realize that I wasn't feeling well.
Now that the health issues seem to be out of the way it's time to get back to it, time to get real. I started Monday getting up early (no joke...those who know me well know I'm not a morning person) but yes, been hitting the gym for mini work outs, back home to shower and get to work. Tonight I walked a mile. I'm not going to lie....it wasn't easy. It's pretty much like starting over. So I did the gym this morning and a walk tonight. I did the mile in 20 minutes, not too bad as when I stopped walking I was doing a mile in 15 minutes.
A friend of mine told me today that there is such a difference in my mood when I work out and the encouraging words of "you can do this" kept me moving on my walk tonight. I know that this is all me, my journey, but every little piece of encouragement motivates me. It's like a quilt. Small words from all of my friends woven together to make my journey a success.
It really all works together, watching what I eat, exercising and writing. If I stop doing one, the rest stops also. So I must keep going I have much to accomplish.
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Back to the gym
It's been months since I've been to the gym. Just when I wanted to go back I had sciatic nerve issues. Took awhile to go away. Past few days I've been feeling good. Tonight I put on my new black and pink sneakers and got ready for a walk. Just my luck, gray skies came rolling in. I reached deep within and grabbed my keys and headed to the gym.
I must admit I sat in the parking lot for a few minutes but I got out and got my butt in the building.
It felt good. Ok, so pep talk to self. You did it...keep at it... go again tomorrow and each day you go add a few minutes. Remember there are goals to meet and you can do it.
So, I've had to start over, I have had to push some deadlines back, but hey, at least I didn't give up on the project.
Here we go again. If at first you don't succeed, try and try again.
I must admit I sat in the parking lot for a few minutes but I got out and got my butt in the building.
It felt good. Ok, so pep talk to self. You did it...keep at it... go again tomorrow and each day you go add a few minutes. Remember there are goals to meet and you can do it.
So, I've had to start over, I have had to push some deadlines back, but hey, at least I didn't give up on the project.
Here we go again. If at first you don't succeed, try and try again.
Friday, May 23, 2014
Plans
I think one of the biggest downfalls to losing weight is not having a plan. Yes plans change, and if you have a crazy life like I do, your plans will change minute to minute. That being said...it's Memorial Day weekend. What's your plan?
It's the kick off to summer, and summer means festivals, food and fun; back yard bbq's, vacations and more. It's important to me this summer to really take advantage of the fresh fruits and veggies. Because I was so terrible over the winter, I have a lot of making up to do to myself.
So one day at a time, starting with this weekend. Good news is I have to work Sunday. That is the most controlled day, I'm stuck in the office so I must plan what to have for lunch, there's no vending machine, I'll bring my water, some kind of a fruit snack. Sunday...check!
Saturday I'm hosting a Bridal Shower for my cousin....keeping it very simple with the menu. Ordered cupcakes so there will be no left over cake to yell out to me at night during tv time.
Monday...I have no plan. The plan is to come up with a plan.
One day at a time. I got this!
Happy Memorial Everyone! Have a safe and healthy weekend!
It's the kick off to summer, and summer means festivals, food and fun; back yard bbq's, vacations and more. It's important to me this summer to really take advantage of the fresh fruits and veggies. Because I was so terrible over the winter, I have a lot of making up to do to myself.
So one day at a time, starting with this weekend. Good news is I have to work Sunday. That is the most controlled day, I'm stuck in the office so I must plan what to have for lunch, there's no vending machine, I'll bring my water, some kind of a fruit snack. Sunday...check!
Saturday I'm hosting a Bridal Shower for my cousin....keeping it very simple with the menu. Ordered cupcakes so there will be no left over cake to yell out to me at night during tv time.
Monday...I have no plan. The plan is to come up with a plan.
One day at a time. I got this!
Happy Memorial Everyone! Have a safe and healthy weekend!
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Back on the road
Hello, Hello......It feels good to be writing again.
It's been a very long and depressing winter. I have been a very bad girl, bad with eating, bad with exercising and bad with writing. I wasn't in a "I want to kill myself" depression but I know it was a depression none the less. One would ask why? What on earth does she possibly have to be depressed about, she has a good job, a wonderful family, health so what's the issue?
Honestly I couldn't tell you. It wasn't any one thing in particular, just got myself in some kind of funk. But today the sun is out, the weather is warm and I've had a wave of inspiration this weekend. Honestly the winter weather sure didn't help things. I need my sunshine. It's finally here.
So, here I go...back on the road to thin. I am finally feeling that fire again that first prompted me on my journey.
Though at this time the exact source of my inspiration is something I want to keep private (it may be revealed in my book) I will say that you can hear things over and over and it gets ignored, but then you hear it one more time, or maybe someone different says it and something clicks and makes you think, and boom, you've got your inspiration.
Went grocery shopping today and bought fruits and veggies and ZERO junk! Good start.
Mom used to tell me that every day you have a chance to start over....today is that day.
It's been a very long and depressing winter. I have been a very bad girl, bad with eating, bad with exercising and bad with writing. I wasn't in a "I want to kill myself" depression but I know it was a depression none the less. One would ask why? What on earth does she possibly have to be depressed about, she has a good job, a wonderful family, health so what's the issue?
Honestly I couldn't tell you. It wasn't any one thing in particular, just got myself in some kind of funk. But today the sun is out, the weather is warm and I've had a wave of inspiration this weekend. Honestly the winter weather sure didn't help things. I need my sunshine. It's finally here.
So, here I go...back on the road to thin. I am finally feeling that fire again that first prompted me on my journey.
Though at this time the exact source of my inspiration is something I want to keep private (it may be revealed in my book) I will say that you can hear things over and over and it gets ignored, but then you hear it one more time, or maybe someone different says it and something clicks and makes you think, and boom, you've got your inspiration.
Went grocery shopping today and bought fruits and veggies and ZERO junk! Good start.
Mom used to tell me that every day you have a chance to start over....today is that day.
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