okay ang...that's a lot of words. i know...but here's my plan!
(have i mentioned how i like lists?)
• 7 hours of exercise a week:
i know this sounds like a lot - but it's do-able. break it up in 4-5 days. i cannot commit to ANYTHING for 7 days in a row. plan it out at the beginning of the week the way you would with a meal plan or pick out your week's outfits when you had all that extra freetime in high school. ooooh to have free time like that...
• meal plan!
this is one of my favorite nerdy things to do. pull recipes! make more lists! grocery shop! i love it all. i also love cooking/prepping meals on sunday for the entire week. it makes eating mindless (in a good way) all week.
• cut back on the drinking:
easier said than done. there's ALWAYS a reason to go out. the goal here is only drink once a week and always track the weight watchers points even if i don't like the reality of it.
• count points carefully:
oh ww...i love you when i'm following and it's working. but i absolutely loathe your app icon mocking me when i'm not logging my meals.
• considering...
- seeing a nutritionist
- personal training sessions (but they can be so, so expensive and have never been that ground breaking from what i already know)
- start to swim! (totally scared of this, but will start with classes...)
- therapy. i've never been but i feel like it might be good for me to flush out some of these weight issues with a strange, but again...scared.
what are your secrets to stay on track?
Sunday, February 19, 2012
make that change
procrastination. its a funny thing. you can be ridiculously driven! passionate! creative! motivated! inspired! but yet, you lay on the couch, watching reruns of HIMYM with you laptop propped on your knees 'pinning' a life more glamourous than your sweatpants, glasses and extra 30 pounds that just won't leave your middle. but you are tired! you work so hard. you deserve that ice cream. ordering chinese on a friday night is better than binge drinking, right?
these are excuses.
these are pathetic ways to rationalize and comfort yourself. the fact of the matter is, sometimes you just need a serious kick in the ass or a very serious conversation with yourself. and the longer you lay there...the harder it is to move off that glorious couch.
it's approaching the end of february and i'm yet to make any sort of stride towards better myself in 2012. there's so much i want to do! i make lists. big plans! but that couch keeps winning.
today i sit on an airplane (well i did and it's taken me this long to type it out) coming back from an amazingly relaxing island vacation. i'm refreshed and energized. all i can think about is what NOW? and how can i crop my tummy out of most of those beach pics...
i'm time to have that conversation with myself. 2012 is going to be my year of honesty. it's easy to lie to yourself or make excuses. but no more.
my name is angie. i live in the fabulous and bustling metropolis of chicago. there's always something to do - a friend to drink with - or a new restaurant to try. it's fantastic, don't get me wrong - butttttt when you've always been 20-30 pounds overweight, it's hard to maintain that socialite lifestyle without increasing your jeans size. or in my case, legging size. currently, my jeans are in a pike of 'these-don't-button-over-my-gut' in the corner of my closet.
it's bad. i know this. i hate photos of myself that aren't carefully cropped. i'm uncomfortable in most clothes - and sadly, some situations. i'm not narcissistic enough to think others judge me this harshly, but with 30 quickly approaching (hellooooo march 23rd!), it's time to get a hold on things and drop these unwanted pounds that i know are holding me back in more ways than i even realize.
while we're being honest here, i need to tell you i'm scared. i'm scared that just like every other time - i'll do great for 4 or 5 months then summer set in and patios and days at the beach will undo all of my hard work. but i've had enough excuses and i need to just commit to myself and finally, MAKE THAT CHANGE.
these are excuses.
these are pathetic ways to rationalize and comfort yourself. the fact of the matter is, sometimes you just need a serious kick in the ass or a very serious conversation with yourself. and the longer you lay there...the harder it is to move off that glorious couch.
it's approaching the end of february and i'm yet to make any sort of stride towards better myself in 2012. there's so much i want to do! i make lists. big plans! but that couch keeps winning.
today i sit on an airplane (well i did and it's taken me this long to type it out) coming back from an amazingly relaxing island vacation. i'm refreshed and energized. all i can think about is what NOW? and how can i crop my tummy out of most of those beach pics...
i'm time to have that conversation with myself. 2012 is going to be my year of honesty. it's easy to lie to yourself or make excuses. but no more.
my name is angie. i live in the fabulous and bustling metropolis of chicago. there's always something to do - a friend to drink with - or a new restaurant to try. it's fantastic, don't get me wrong - butttttt when you've always been 20-30 pounds overweight, it's hard to maintain that socialite lifestyle without increasing your jeans size. or in my case, legging size. currently, my jeans are in a pike of 'these-don't-button-over-my-gut' in the corner of my closet.
it's bad. i know this. i hate photos of myself that aren't carefully cropped. i'm uncomfortable in most clothes - and sadly, some situations. i'm not narcissistic enough to think others judge me this harshly, but with 30 quickly approaching (hellooooo march 23rd!), it's time to get a hold on things and drop these unwanted pounds that i know are holding me back in more ways than i even realize.
while we're being honest here, i need to tell you i'm scared. i'm scared that just like every other time - i'll do great for 4 or 5 months then summer set in and patios and days at the beach will undo all of my hard work. but i've had enough excuses and i need to just commit to myself and finally, MAKE THAT CHANGE.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Motivation...
I ate a 3 Musketeers for breakfast today.
If that's not an obvious sign that this isn't going as planned, I don't know what is.
And all I want is a Coke, not diet, a real Coke.
Sure, I'm down 6 lbs., but it's been over a month and I should have been down more. My 40-lbs-by-July goal is slowly (but surely) slipping away.
Why can't I do this people?! Why must food be so good?
I'm hoping this new business venture that revolves around fashion will motivate me out of this funk. These hips are really cramping my style.
If that's not an obvious sign that this isn't going as planned, I don't know what is.
And all I want is a Coke, not diet, a real Coke.
Sure, I'm down 6 lbs., but it's been over a month and I should have been down more. My 40-lbs-by-July goal is slowly (but surely) slipping away.
Why can't I do this people?! Why must food be so good?
I'm hoping this new business venture that revolves around fashion will motivate me out of this funk. These hips are really cramping my style.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
A Switch in Routine
Okay- let's be honest here. I'm down 5 el bees. That ain't nothin'. That's water. Something's gotta happen and I'm thinking those 5am workouts that aren't happening are going to NEED to become lunch time treadmill walks. It's the only way to actually get me moving and with busy season right around the corner (and every day life screwing every facet of my life up), 5am isn't coming anytime soon.
My struggle right now is that I'm completely motivated to go work out. I've committed to changing my eating habits (I think Coke's stock has gone down since I began this whole adventure. I've cut THAT much pop out of my daily routine) and I've kept myself very close to my 1000 calorie a day diet. Yes, I splurge. Yes, I cheat. Total deprivation will only make the binging worse at the end when I'm really seeing results and think I'm invincible (because I will think that).
So goals are good, huh?
My goal?
I have a pair of single digit skinny jeans I want to wear the weekend of my birthday. That gives me 1 month to get into those jeans.
I'm gonna do it internets. You heard it here first. I have a photoshoot looming over my head and I'm in no way ready to get in front of a camera. I have another shoot in mind, as well, so I'm hoping I'll be even more motivated to get myself put together for that.
Here we go!
My struggle right now is that I'm completely motivated to go work out. I've committed to changing my eating habits (I think Coke's stock has gone down since I began this whole adventure. I've cut THAT much pop out of my daily routine) and I've kept myself very close to my 1000 calorie a day diet. Yes, I splurge. Yes, I cheat. Total deprivation will only make the binging worse at the end when I'm really seeing results and think I'm invincible (because I will think that).
So goals are good, huh?
My goal?
I have a pair of single digit skinny jeans I want to wear the weekend of my birthday. That gives me 1 month to get into those jeans.
I'm gonna do it internets. You heard it here first. I have a photoshoot looming over my head and I'm in no way ready to get in front of a camera. I have another shoot in mind, as well, so I'm hoping I'll be even more motivated to get myself put together for that.
Here we go!
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