I’ve been trying to figure out a reason to use this blog. I mean – I have had it since February of 2012 and I have issues about getting rid of things without a good reason. But I think I have decided how to use this so I can keep up with different stuff. Will I keep it updated? Hopefully.
Today is day number one.
For what, you may be asking. Well, I have decided to give this “weight loss” another try. Back in 2013 I pulled off 50 pounds – boy was I so happy. It took me four months to realize that I am capable of pulling the weight off I just have to have determination and stop eating a full bucket of chicken just because I can. (I honestly don’t remember eating a full bucket of chicken in one sitting, but it’s a great example of what not to do.)
I fell off of track around November of that year. I began having issues with my right foot, a pain so horrible that I was crawling to the restroom or crying when I walked on it. I finally sought a doctors help and was told that I have plantar fasciitis in that foot. For anyone that doesn’t know what that is – it hurts like a mother*bad word*. I’m not 100% sure but I’m pretty sure that it has something to do with my weight and the fact that I am flat footed. I’m not a doctor – I don’t know for sure. But for some doctors my weight is the reason for everything. “Oh, you’re having nightmares? Yeah, it’s because you’re fat.” “OOOOOH, you’re clumsy and breaks cups all the time? Yeah, it’s because you’re fat.” You might giggle at that, but I have had it.
I know, common sense, that most of my issues is my weight, which is what I’m attempting to do. So, as long as someone fit doesn’t make fun of me for exercising – again – I’ll stay on track and do what I have to do.
So, again, this is day one of probably three million, seven hundred, eighty-nine days to go. (I might be exaggerating a bit.)
Today has started out well but then again I have been up since about six-forty and it’s only 8:46. (In The Morning) Yep. I’m awake with the sun and chirping birds. My television is off. Not by choice – well, I am mad at it. It won’t stay connected to the internet and I can’t watch The Chew like I wanted to.
I feel like I got a full nights rest. I drooled, and woke up wet. That’s usually a good meaning. Wait! Stop that you dirty minded person! Wet.. as in I drooled all over my t-shirt. Ya nasty! Would I still be asleep if the boyfriend hadn’t turned on all the lights in the house and blinded my darkness? Maybe. But I’m not so enjoy this.
Laid there for a little bit until he fell asleep. THen I realized I was hungry. Here is where the problem always happens. Food. Food is my problem. Always has been. I am pretty sure that it’s not because I want to eat it. There are days (Like Saturday at work) where I don’t eat or want to each much. So what’s my issue? The taste. I feel sorry for anyone out there who hasn’t eaten something and in the middle of that bite just stopped, took a deep breath with your eyes closed and just thought, “damn! this is good.” It’s a great feeling! I decided though that just because I’m attempting to lose weight doesn’t mean that I will lose that feeling. I just have to stop. I can’t let that feeling go on for an hour – or I could if I eat slow… which I do. Sometimes my speed of eating worries me.
Back on track. So realizing I was hungry I decide to make myself breakfast. Breakfast. Breakfast. Breakfast. I’m saying it a lot trying to get my head to wrap around the fact you’re supposed to eat it daily and some say it’s the best meal of the day. ((I like dinner.)) I have never been much of an egg eater and lately they don’t settle completely in my stomach. They end up giving me, what I like to call “sulfur belches”. The best way to describe them is farting out of your mouth. Yes! It’s really that disgusting. I hate having them so I just tend to stay away from eggs as much as possible.
I have realized, though, that you don’t have to eat eggs for breakfast. There’s other foods that are just as tasty. All else fails – I’ll just make me a smoothie with tons of fruits. But today I chose scrambled eggs (because I cannot make an omelet) with pork, spinach, onions, mushrooms & cheese with a side of hash brown. (483 calories) I wonder, though, what is the appropriate amount of calories for breakfast?
I ate it. I still feel hungry. I’m not & I know this. But I feel like it. Snacks are going to be my friend. Good snacks. Like freshly popped popcorn or an apple. Orange. Banananana.
I think my downfall is and always will be exercising. It doesn’t seem like that big of a deal especially when my goal is to exercise four days a week. Why? I work on Saturday, Sunday & Monday with not very much time in between. I get home around six fifteen in the morning, go to sleep, wake up around three in the afternoon just to be at work by five thirty to do it all over again. Three twelve hour days are fantastic until you realize that if you had a different shift you would have time to relax in between them. Like third, the shift the boyfriend works – he goes to work around eight thirty at night and get’s home around six fifteen in the morning. He has time in between shifts to do whatever. Would I switch to third? No. Not at all.
I found time the first time around to exercise before work. Wake up at two and exercise and still give myself enough time to get to work on time. I live closer to work now but the big question, will I exercise before work? If I do then I could actually exercise up to seven days a week. That seems like a lot of exercising.
One issue I always seem to have when trying to lose weight is that I don’t want to be one of those people who cannot live without exercising. I understand the benefits of it but do I want to do nothing but worry about exercising. Miss one day and then get so mad at myself that the next day I nearly kill myself trying to make up for it? (Yeah, I don’t think I’d get to that point either, but what if?) I want it for the benefits of losing weight, getting off medication, and living past 40.
So… day one is starting off well. Hopefully I get to a day 30 and everything is still going swimmingly. Only time will tell, I guess.
Wish me luck!