Week Three: Making Progress

Free Day! Whoa, this one I really took full advantage of all the time I had. Stuffed, bloated and onry like none other at the end of the day,  I quickly went back to my last BFL days and remembered those feelings of not really even wanting a free day at all for the way it made me feel. I guess I see the wisdom in using it as a day for the few things you've been craving but not really for a "stuff your face" kind of 24 hours!

Major break throughs this week for me were consistency and desire. Brandon took me to the gym on a Friday night to get my workout in because the schedule was crazy all week with A's birthday and guests in town, staying at our place. I was really proud of myself for not making excuses and for getting it done at all costs. Major victory for me. I wanted to be there and I felt great knowing that I've changed at least a little bit of myself in a major way already.

I lost 4-5 lbs this week, even counting my overly indulgent free day. I still feel like the cardio is almost non-existent and might step things up after week 4. I'd like to stick with the program and see those results but don't think the extra cardio will hurt. I'll check the forums and see what I find out.

Week Two: Slow and Steady

It was a good thing I watched the Biggest Loser Week 2 episode this week or I would be completely deflated with my progress this week. I've felt stronger but definitely not leaner. Actually maybe even tired and sluggish. But, typically week 2 is not a major player as far as weight loss goes. And it is hard to keep up with those week 1 numbers. Still, I told myself I was not going to get discouraged with what the scale reads out. I'm in this for the long haul.

I did pretty well on my nutrition this week. I'm really liking the EAS Advantage shakes and had those a few times this week. I think I only "cheated" once with a few animal crackers but I wrote them in my journal and definitely didn't let it derail me. Something is different this time around and even the hubs is noticing. He was gorging on some candy and asked me why this time is do different, why I'm not even tempted with junk food and getting off the plan. I'm so determined to give this thing a real shot and do the 12 weeks that I don't want to have any regrets. Been there, done that. This time I'm giving it all I've got.

Free day was different this week too. I decided to start Saturday at dinner and go until lunch on Sunday. I don't think this was the cleanest way to do things, but more realistic and safer than an all-day Saturday free, in my opinion. I ate a lot more junk than I did last week, but it didn't really taste that great. I'm glad for that. Next week I think I'll stick to my Sunday Special K/ PB sammy deal, although it is my baby's first birthday and cake could sound really good!

My parents are coming to town this week to the key to my success is going to be consistency and a lot of planning. They aren't the healthiest of eaters but they are supportive and shouldn't have a problem with the meals I prepare. I'll just need to find the time to go to the gym and get the workouts in despite all the other things we have planned.

I'm encourage and committed to week 3. Half way to progress photos! I'm excited!

Oh, and btw, my calves are killing me today! Do not wear heels after some major LBWO! That's all I'm going to say. Ouch!

Week One: Complete Success!

Yay! It is Free Day! I made it one entire week! Nearly perfect (except for the 4 Teddy Grahams...) and I (gasp!) actually enjoyed it. Maybe it is because I didn't eat a tablespoon of cottage cheese, maybe because I dropped 7 whole pounds this week, maybe because I've actually changed how I think and realize this isn't a diet or a phase but a whole new lifestyle. At any rate, I'm really proud of myself.

I've made a plan for free day with the things I've been craving most this week. Starting off with a breakfast of Special K Fruit and Yogurt, a peanut butter sandwich and a tall glass of milk for lunch and then a BFL dinner with something rich and chocolaty for dinner. I don't want to go crazy; just satisfy my cravings and get planned for next week.

Just think, if I can do 1-2 pounds for the next 11 weeks, I will be right at my goal. And I think that is totally doable. And it might actually be fun, not torture. Who can say that about their "diet?"

Yesterday You Said Tomorrow

 

Wow. Reviewing my past posts makes this one seem a little lot pathetic. You'd think with all that resolve, all that planning and all that motivation I would be a Champion by now. At least. But nope, here I am, January 1, 2012 starting yet again. But for some crazy reason I'm not looking at myself tonight as a failure, as someone who can't keep her commitments, who has never really finished.

Tonight I'm looking 12 weeks down the road and seeing a girl who - maybe for the first time in her life - will have finished something totally and completely amazing. She has always had the strength inside to make it happen but has let doubt, fear and pure laziness get in the way. Not this time. This time my mantra is going to be Finish What You Started. It's going to be about progress, not perfection. I'm taking small steps in a marathon, not a quick sprint and stopping short of the finish line. Heck, I've done the marathon, people! If I can do that, if I can finish that, I can certainly finish this too.

I've got my planning binder all prepared, meals planned for the family for the week and the workout sheet filled out and ready to go. I'm not even gagging thinking about all the cottage cheese and fish I'm going to get to eat over the next 84 days (and forever, really. Let's face it - this has got to be a lifestyle change). But what is really getting me ready for tomorrow is the before photos and the measurements I just did. Yikes. I guess you never look in the mirror and see that person. I'm at my heaviest weight since my son was about a year old, more even than when I was a few months pregnant with my daughter. My daughter turns one year old in 3 weeks and I'm hoping by then I will be back down to the weight I was when I came home from the hospital after she was born. Yes, you read that right. I weigh more now that after having a baby. Yup, motivation!

So let's bring on today and start being proud tomorrow.