Wednesday - Biggest Loser thought and WW products

Hi friends. Thank you for the positive feedbackisms on my loss. Yay!

I stole the "Be present" thing from Mizfit, of course, but I have to say it keeps flipping thru my head. Part of last week's WW meeting was looking at the things we do to get in our own way, and one of mine is the stinkin' thinkin'. So I've been trying to work on that. I've also seemed to stop obsessing about losing weight and the food food food. OMG-the food. It's easier to go with my gut, eat smaller portions, think about what I'm doing, and make better choices. Yes, easier. For right now. That could all change in a heart beat, but let's just go with it for now, shall we? Hmmm?

I was able to watch most of Biggest Loser last night. Jillian felt really bad about telling that girl - Tara? - that everyone on her team sees her as the weakest link on the team. Was it mean? I would have thought so if it had been me, but I could see Jillian's reasoning. Tara is in her own way. When it starts to get hard, she lets her fear run her. She lets up, quits, or cries, or all three. She needs a reality check and to cut the crap. Puh-lease! I feel at liberty to say it, because that's my deal as well. With this battle when I really struggle, I just want to say screw it all and quit. That would be easier. Staying fat is easier than this puzzle I keep trying to put together to lose weight. For some folks the pieces just seem to fall in to place. I hate those people. . .

All kidding aside - and I really am kidding - I need to be pushed some. Since I have no training guru and don't get terribly motivated by my WW leader, I have to be my own push/kickinthebutt/meanie sometimes. I'm not talking stinkin' thinkin' and negative self-talk. What I mean is that this: I have this desire to run. I've never had it before. I've always hated running - I am not a finesse runner at all. For goodness sake, I flop. But my spirit wants to run. So under cover of darkness in the wee wee hours of the morning when the rest of the world - well parts - are still asleep, I take the dogs and walk. And then I run. At the first sign of excess floppage or windedness, I quit. Why do I do that? I'm afraid. Of what, I don't know. But it's fear. So this morning, after hearing Jillian last night with both ears, I ran. And I made myself run farther than I felt I could and then just a little more than that. It was really liberating to push my own self - to OWN my running and the sweat the popped about 20 minutes into my run-walk this morning. The K9s love it! I love me for trying and out-running my fear.

So Jillian - not mean. Reality therapy=good. There's nothing like a kick in the buttess to motivate some times...and Jilly timed it well.

On to WW products. Why the heck are they so expensive? OMG - the products at the meetings? WTF? I paid 4.50 for 4 stupid 2 point candy bars. Mostly I was curious about what was so good about them. Not much! is the answer. The rice or noodle mixes - $3??? WHY? Ewww. And the stuff is highly processed. OMG - ick ick ick. If you are a WW fan, have a look at the lable on the chocolate mint bars - first ingredient is sugar! Other ingredients - palm kernal oil, corn syrup, butter...OMG - these things are loaded with stuff that just is not healthy. They sell a TON of this product at my meetings. Well, I bought once out of curiousity. I will not buy again. If I am going to have a treat - I'm going to have what I want and not pay a fortune. And when did regular candy bars go up over a dollar? OMG - I bought one at the convenience store and almost fell over...SICK SICK SICK. Well, it'll keep me off candy bars. Unless they are super on sale, that is.

Okay, nuf ranting.

Make it a great day, people.

linda

WW Weigh-in Results - Confessional

I lost it.

-4.4 lbs.

Whooo hoooooo.

How?

I stayed within my points.
I walked or did something active every day for at least 30 minutes.
Aunt Flo left.
I felt "present" in my battle.
I drank tea in the evening instead of having a bowl of cereal.

Onward and downward!

Nothing to confess but success. he heeee

Sunday Check in

Good Sunday morning, friends.

I think my butt is becoming attached to the desk chair...or there is velcro down there...I can't seem to tear myself away from reading blogs. I want to get a lot down here today starting with a Jillian kickbox workout like I did last Sunday morning. It's a butt kicker, but I feel accomplished when I get through it. She kinda sucks as a video leader. I can tell she's not terribly comfortable, cuz she acts like a big dork. But I love to hate Jillian, so I deal.


I also need to get this place cleaned up; as in - put stuff away. I have lots of clean clothes in baskets. Note to self - why don't you get rid of the things you don't wear??? IDK why. We call it "pack-rat-itus" here at the Fatdon'twrinkle family. It's another facet to my mental mess. One thing at a time, people, please!


I have had breakfast:

That's toasted herb focaccia bread (3 oz) spread with Light Swiss Laughing Cow and a whole can of apricot halves. (I went back for 2nds cuz it was so go, but you got the total total. I didn't want oatmeal, nor did I feel like making an omelet. This was divine and different from the same old same old. And I logged my points at WW as well as tabbing them on Daily Plate. I find that it's helping my mental food stability to know how many calories I'm consuming. I know there is a point/Kcal correlation, but it's math, and I'm allergic to math. I spent so much time learning about calories, that calories means more to me than points right now. I'm still learning.

Cleaning my nest is the theme of January. I totally get that how we keep our homes is a representation of our lives. Based on that - things are in a fur-lined shambles around here. So i did get a jump on the cleaning this morning:

I assisted Guy with some toothbrushing. He's a funny little man, and he loves to sit on the desk while I'm "working". I teased him with a toothbrush leftover from some cleaning project. He was actually stalking the strings on my sweatshirt, but I had him at toothbrush.

The level of cleaning I need to do here will count as a workout. ICK! I'm off to do that Jillian thang. Gotta go retrieve my Hugh later on.

Make it a great Sunday!