Why I Can't Be Left Alone with Pork BBQ and Other Musings

Yesterday we had friends over for lunch after church. Since we had a busy Saturday and I was home with a sick child on Friday, I didn't have a ton of time to prepare a wholesome meal prior to early Sunday morning. Since crock pots require zero babysitting and my love of pork knows no limits, I whipped up some pork barbecue with macaroni and cheese, coleslaw and fresh fruit.

And then I ate it all.....


Okay, not true, but I had to really, really talk myself into portion control and making good choices. I had some last sandwich for lunch yesterday and bid my goodbyes. The kids had some left over for dinner. I froze the rest to give them another time and pitched the coleslaw before I could dive into face first.  It's the pretend southerner in me. I just really love me some barbecue.

BBQ Obsession aside, I am trying my very, very best to focus on healthy choices both with eating and exercise. Standing on the scale Friday and seeing a much lower number was some serious motivation. It carried me through the weekend. Even though I went out on a beer tour with my gals and their guys, I didn't over indulge and enjoyed myself just the same.

Yesterday I started incorporating an old Biggest Loser tactic back into my routine. Years ago, some of the contestants would write their next goal weight on the side on their wrists. I loved that idea as it was a constant reminder of the goal in front of me and sometime just the right kick in the pants to not have that doughnut whole or fill up the water glass on last time.

Right now, 148, is written on the inside of my left wrist, just about my watch band. While there's a piece of me that HATES the number, there's a much large piece of me that's ready to blow that out of the water next week.

Jillian and I are still seeing each other on the daily. This week is tough, 4:30am workouts all week long. I am 100% spent by the time 7:30pm rolls around but there is something really addicting about getting all your sweating done prior to the sun coming up. It's good me time, even if it does come at the crack of dawn. 

Some days it's hard to keep me the motivation, to carve out a piece of time for me, to feel like I'm anything but stuck. But I keep plowing out. There's no other choice, really. 

I'm Just Going to Whine Over Here for a Minute

This is an attitude adjustment in the form of a blog post. 

Why: I just started my "." for the second time in 13 days.  Why is this happening? I'm not really sure. Neither is my doctor for that matter.  However, since it's the first time something like this has ever happened, we are monitoring the situation and proceeding with the plan in place.

I am, just as any women in the situation would be, pretty pissed off. This is obviously not how I intended to spend my week. Extra bloat, fatigue, night sweats and pimples. FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC!

No to mention the bitchiness, and oh, I am bitchy..... so, so bitchy.

So here I am, trying not to implode on myself or explode on anyone else.  Not to mention, I stood on the scale this morning and wanted to faint. The extra bloat really, really didn't help the situation.

So, today I am doing my best to maintain status quo and reminding myself of all the incredible tools I have in my tool box. I cannot control what my body is doing, obviously, but I can control how I handle it.

I'm not happy with the number on the scale. But here's what I should be happy about:

I worked out 5 days this week, which included early morning wake up calls and a lot, a lot of squats.

Some of the moves I couldn't do well earlier in the week went much, much better later in the week.

I'm finding my strength and endurance has begun to improve since I first got started.

I feel better during the day, my self esteem is higher, I know I'm doing good things for myself even if my physical appearance hasn't changed much.

Next week I need to do a better job to focusing on my eating. I do a great job of meal planning and ensure good food it ready for me. Where I falter- snacking and kid food. I get home from work and picking the kids up and it's a mindless eating game until dinner. I'm sure, if I really tracked it, I will have eaten two dinners by the time I finish up dinner and clean up the kitchen. There in lies the problem.

So, next week, we start working on that situation. 

I'm trying to grant myself some perspective. This is not the end of the world. This is a minor, uncontrollable set back. I can deal with this, I just need to grant myself the grace in which to do so. 

So, About Hawaii

Two weeks ago today, my husband came home from work with matching leis for us. It's on! We are Maui bound in 86 days.


Coincidentally,  I had just been here talking about how I needed to get on the stick with my workout. Hours before he came home, I was in our basement setting out my weights, ensuring the DVD player worked and had set my workout schedule for the following week.

Awesome, right? I was ahead of the game by 2.5 hours. Before you roll your eyes, remember, I'm in Mom World. 2.5 hours is HUGE!


Fast forward to today. I completed the first two weeks of Jillian's Body Revolution. (And I'm up two pounds!)


FAN-TASTIC, right?


I keep trying to remind myself that a healthy lifestyle is more about the number on scale. Change takes time.

While I typically take pride in my millennial status. That whole need for instant gratification is really kicking me in the pants right now. I want change and I want it now!


Trust me, I know life doesn't work that way. But oh how I wish it would.


So for now, I continue to trust the process. There is no point in stressing about it right now.

Good things come to those who work for it.