On a lovely April morning mere months ago I slipped on a pair of my always comfy, never let ya’ down when you’re feeling bloated pair of jeans only to receive a rude awakening. They were tight. I don’t just mean slightly tight, I mean the downright uncomfortable, shimmy on the bed to get them on, leave the button dent in your skin when you take them off kind of tight. Shocked and dismayed, I began to cry.
Fast-forward through my tearful breakdown, I made a snap decision that something had to be done. I’ve been battling the same 15-20lbs for the past few years now. Enough is enough! While re-telling this story to a good friend, (aSouthern Bell who happens to be a few years my senior) I received a supersized spoonful of truth. “Well, you are over 30 now!” -Oh no she didn’t!! (But she did have a point!) I have to be honest; weight loss is legitimately tougher in my 30’s vs. 20’s, though gaining weight seems to come with ease! Funny how that works huh?
When it comes to dieting, I’ve tried it all, from Weight Watchers points and core programs, to Low Carbs and High Protein, even most recently the ever popular 5 small meals a day. When followed properly, some have actually worked quite well. (Though, eating 5 small meals a day actually made me gain weight, and I don't need any help in that area thank you very much!)
Over the years a few of my relatives have battled this very same problem. That said I’m blaming it on genetics!! Just kidding! (sort of)
If only I’d be able to keep my right hand out of the potato chip bag and my left out of the cookie jar, I’d be all set!
The Keeper has been a wonderful confidant throughout my yo-yo woes. When I suggested that I “get my fat a$$ to the gym”. Instead of fluffing me off as some husbands do, and lying to me, he found an eloquent way to agree while only mildly hurting my feelings.
The decision was made…I needed to work out.
As a huge admirer of list making and research, I quickly buckled down to find a solution - to the net I went.
“Are you sick of the same old boring routines?” - Uhhhh what routines? That would imply that I actually work out.
“Tired of Feeling Low on Energy and Lack of Confidence?” - Yes, yes I am tired of feeling low on energy and frankly my confidence has been in the garbage as well, so yes to that too!
And ladies and gentlemen, here’s what sealed the deal….
“Want to look better naked?” -Abso-freakin-loutely! - SOLD!
Hut…two…three…four. With that said, I joined up. I’ve been attending Boot Camp and seeing a trainer since April and have never felt better. I’m down 12lbs and have lost multiple inches -until, 2 weeks ago that is.
It started with a visit from my parents. Some left over cold cuts and a container of potato salad turned into a small snowball. Ever go to the grocery store hungry?
I did.
Last week.
I managed to cover my favorite food groups in one fell swoop and the small snowball quickly turned into an avalanche.
My cabinets are now the gate keepers to some typically forbidden items. (Pepperidge Farms Milano cookies, Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, and some good old fashioned Lay’s Potato Chips.) My freezer is no exception. Peek inside and you’ll find a gallon container of Breyer’s Mint Chocolate Chip Ice-Cream. Even my crystal candy dishes couldn’t escape the insanity and are overflowing with some creamy, ever indulgent, individual pieces of Bliss dark chocolate.
Here’s where things go from bad to worse.
Those of you who know me can attest to the fact that I am a Coke addict. As the slogan goes, “Coke is it!”
Calm down, I am not a hardcore narcotic junkie. The sweet nectar of Coca-Cola Classic is my drug, and dare I say it people, only yesterday I might have been seen taking a few sips of said addiction. (I somehow blocked out the voice of my trainer ranting about the "empty calories" that can be found in regular soda.)
Fast-forward through my tearful breakdown, I made a snap decision that something had to be done. I’ve been battling the same 15-20lbs for the past few years now. Enough is enough! While re-telling this story to a good friend, (a
When it comes to dieting, I’ve tried it all, from Weight Watchers points and core programs, to Low Carbs and High Protein, even most recently the ever popular 5 small meals a day. When followed properly, some have actually worked quite well. (Though, eating 5 small meals a day actually made me gain weight, and I don't need any help in that area thank you very much!)
Over the years a few of my relatives have battled this very same problem. That said I’m blaming it on genetics!! Just kidding! (sort of)
If only I’d be able to keep my right hand out of the potato chip bag and my left out of the cookie jar, I’d be all set!
The Keeper has been a wonderful confidant throughout my yo-yo woes. When I suggested that I “get my fat a$$ to the gym”. Instead of fluffing me off as some husbands do, and lying to me, he found an eloquent way to agree while only mildly hurting my feelings.
The decision was made…I needed to work out.
As a huge admirer of list making and research, I quickly buckled down to find a solution - to the net I went.
“Are you sick of the same old boring routines?” - Uhhhh what routines? That would imply that I actually work out.
“Tired of Feeling Low on Energy and Lack of Confidence?” - Yes, yes I am tired of feeling low on energy and frankly my confidence has been in the garbage as well, so yes to that too!
And ladies and gentlemen, here’s what sealed the deal….
“Want to look better naked?” -Abso-freakin-loutely! - SOLD!
Hut…two…three…four. With that said, I joined up. I’ve been attending Boot Camp and seeing a trainer since April and have never felt better. I’m down 12lbs and have lost multiple inches -until, 2 weeks ago that is.
It started with a visit from my parents. Some left over cold cuts and a container of potato salad turned into a small snowball. Ever go to the grocery store hungry?
I did.
Last week.
I managed to cover my favorite food groups in one fell swoop and the small snowball quickly turned into an avalanche.
My cabinets are now the gate keepers to some typically forbidden items. (Pepperidge Farms Milano cookies, Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, and some good old fashioned Lay’s Potato Chips.) My freezer is no exception. Peek inside and you’ll find a gallon container of Breyer’s Mint Chocolate Chip Ice-Cream. Even my crystal candy dishes couldn’t escape the insanity and are overflowing with some creamy, ever indulgent, individual pieces of Bliss dark chocolate.
Here’s where things go from bad to worse.
Those of you who know me can attest to the fact that I am a Coke addict. As the slogan goes, “Coke is it!”
Calm down, I am not a hardcore narcotic junkie. The sweet nectar of Coca-Cola Classic is my drug, and dare I say it people, only yesterday I might have been seen taking a few sips of said addiction. (I somehow blocked out the voice of my trainer ranting about the "empty calories" that can be found in regular soda.)
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| (I can’t help it! It’s like a dessert in a can.) |
I have no will power what-so-ever. I try…really I do, but I love to eat. Food=Big Hug for many and I’m coming to realize that I’m no different.
As the saying goes, the first step is admitting that you have a problem, but no worries folks, ya know why??
-Every tomorrow is a chance to start over….a better day.
I feel your pain. But as of next week, I'll be in the gym with a friend of mine who is also a trainer, and whose services I would be happy to offer you as well! If you'd like, you can wait and see if he can make a difference on me first :)
ReplyDeleteThanks rkoted, but the trainer isn't the issue. I have a great trainer....it's those damn Lay's. No one can eat just one! ;)
ReplyDeleteI love your posts almost as much as I love YOU!
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