sitting > running

Why does exercise sound like such a terrible idea all of the time? Really, if anyone ever reads this and has the answer please comment because I'm not sure I'll ever figure it out. I know that I need to exercise to lose weight, I know that it will feel good when its over, and yet I'm sitting here thinking that I'd rather do just about anything else in the world than put running shoes on (write a blog post, for example).

I wish I could be like those people who get antsy if they don't exercise -- it is something they actually look forward to during the day. I think I can say with a good amount of certainty that I will never become one of those people. I do, however, need to find a way to exercise anyway. Must get off arse, put on workout clothes, and go for a run. Ugh. Ok, now that I blogged about it I feel like I really have to do it. Self-trickery? Check.

UPDATE: Run went great! 2.82 miles at an average pace of 11:48m/m. Runkeeper is a super fun app. I'm glad I got off the couch...as I knew I would be.

Broke the 200 barrier!

Bought a scale and was rewarded with the sweet sight of 198.6! Its been sooooooo long since I weighed less than 200 pounds and it feels soooooo good.

So, my weight loss is progressing slower than planned. I had hoped to lose 10lbs per month, and February and March combined were about 10. Somehow crossing an arbitrary milestone like 200 pounds is totally motivating. I can and will keep going! I will be one hot hot biscuit in my wedding dress! I bought the dress in a size 18 -- here's to hoping I can get down to a 12 and use all that extra fabric to make myself something pretty.

25 down, 35 to go!

Guessing Game

oh blogosphere. I'd like to report my progress, only I'm not quite sure what that is because I broke the scale. I suppose it could have run out of batteries, but I think it just lost its will to live. In any case its been a week and a half since I last weighed in. My weight watchers app keeps sending me nasty-grams. I guess I'd better get myself to target and buy a scale before my iphone explodes.

In the meantime, dare I take a wager? I do feel like I'm losing some weight. Three pairs of my work pants are getting almost too loose to wear. My workouts have been inconsistent at best but my diet has been pretty spot on. If I had to guess I'd say that I've lost another 3-5 pounds since my last weight in. That would land me right around the 200lb mark -- oh please let it be true. 199 would make me actually sing out loud. Must. Keep. Going.

i has cheeseburger

Where, oh where has my motivation gone? I've been a mess. Last night I put down a cheeseburger between roughly 5 glasses of red wine. Yesterday, I got a 20 WW point lunch at a Mexican restaurant. Whaaaa? I am supposed to be focused, driven, and DETERMINED to lose the rest of this weight.

This weekend will be tough from a booze perspective, as some dear friends are throwing us an engagement party at a bar. I know I need to make tradeoffs -- but I'm only 1/3 of the way there. There is still just so much weight to lose.

I suppose I just need to remind myself that if losing weight were easy there would be no fat people. This is hard, its hard for everyone. I just need to work HARDER.

So here's the goal for this weekend: I will exercise and eat well at every given opportunity in order to reduce the total damage done by drinking my face off on Saturday night. Better than nothin.

Now I'm going to go surf pinterest for motivational quotes.

20 DOWN, 40 TO-GO

The halelujah choir sings again! It took a little longer than I had hoped, but I have reached the mighty landmark of 20 pounds lost. To be honest I'm pretty shocked, somehow I managed to lose three pounds over the weekend when I was not exactly on my best behavior. Just goes to show that theres a million moving pieces. Anyway, today I weigh 202.6 pounds, or 21.4 pounds less than I did at the beginning of the year.

Some observations:

1. I signed up to run a half marathon in 9 weeks - better get runnin.

2. I start a new job on Monday, which will soon mean that I will be on travel ~75% of the time. This is what got me into a lot of trouble last year. I'd better start coming up with a plan for losing weight while living out of hotels. I will not be derailed!

3. Re-started the p90 routine last night after a week and a half hiatus. Ouch! Hurts so good.

4. We're getting married in 200 days. If I just lose 1/5 pound every day between now and then -- I'll meet my goal.

Tan Fat > White Fat

Where to begin? I returned last night from a helluva trip to Costa Rica. It was spectacularly beautiful and, in the scheme of things, did not derail my weight-loss plans.

How did I fare, you ask? Well, I weighed in at 203.5 lbs the day I left. I was ecstatic! Had hit the 20 lb mark! I knew, however, that I was going on vacation with friends who know how to party. Party = booze calories = hangovers = food calories. This equation has been kicking my ass for a decade. Anyway, we managed to balance out the partying with some pretty sweet activities. We went ziplining through the jungle, swimming in the ocean, hiking to waterfalls, etc. We also drank roughly one million imperiales, roughly. In the end, I weighed in at 205.4 lbs.

I'm not going to sweat a vacation gain of 2 lbs. It could have been much worse, and I had a supremely amazing time. Plus, I have an amazing tan and tan fat always looks better than white fat. It just does. Even Eric thought I looked skinnier when I got home. It just goes to show, while you're waiting to lose the weight you can always tan like mad (fake it 'til you make it).