Day 65 of 100

It’s been a while since I last posted…. Gosh, that sounds almost like a Confession from my parochial school days.

It is.

I fell off the “good eating wagon.”   Hard.  I still worked out, but maybe not with as much intensity or enthusiasm.  The reality is that I slipped back into several old habits.  Things like cookies, cake, candy, fries, chips, etc.  Party at work last Friday = 3 pieces of pumpkin spike cake.

“I worked out this morning, I can have a treat, right?”  Sure, but not every dang day!

Excuses are the same old thing:  stress, time, convenience, boredom, fatigue, blue mood.  And, to be brutally honest about the pumpkin spice cake, “I JUST WANTED IT!!”  And yes, it was that good.

While I’m disappointed that my weight loss is not where I had hoped it would be by now, I don’t feel guilty.  What I am is DETERMINED.

I didn’t rebel much in my teens, so that might explain why I’m so obstinate now at mid-life.  When I face the “no” to something yummy, it’s deprivation.  Deprivation is punishment.  (Again, parochial school training.)  The rebel in me then eats it anyway.  Seriously, am I 12?

In every other aspect of my life, if someone tells me “no” or “you’re too old, you can’t do whatever it is,” I make every effort to move Heaven and Earth to prove that I can.

We live in a world where food, “healthy” or not, is everywhere.  The workplace.  Home.  Restaurants.  Family gatherings.  Parties.  Holiday Seasons.  Food choices are everywhere.  Choices support the goal.

I’m flipping my own rebel’s perspective:

Anyonerunner girl want to tell me I can’t run a marathon over the age  of 50?  Bring it on!  You will find me on the finish line next October.  I’ll be the healthy and fit 50-year old with the shiny new 26.2 medal and PR.

Every choice I make fuels that challenge.

 

 

Day 53 of 100

Workouts begin at 5 am now instead of 5:30.  I’m strong enough to do the entire videos, plus the bonuses or extras that go along with.  Today I did Insanity Pure Cardio with a repeat of half the main routine.  Not bad for an almost 50 gal carrying an extra 30 lbs.

Food is my next big challenge.  I’ve been eating better than I was before I started these 100 days – but not better enough to see the results I want.

No turning back now!

Day 51 of 100 – HALF WAY TO GO!!

I haven’t been posting much, because I’ve been getting discouraged.  The scale hasn’t budged in 2 weeks.  Clothes continue to fit differently, and my body is reacting differently – but damn!  I thought I would be farther along by now.

So, today – Day 51 of 100, I recognized that I still have halfway to go.  And, I believe that I can still achieve a good result on the weight loss that I want to achieve.

What have I achieved in the first half?  I made exercise a solid habit.  I don’t moan and groan anymore about getting up 2 hours early.  It is now just what time I get up.  4:30 a.m.  It’s my “new normal.”  I also have given up sugar-filled soda and chocolate bars.  Another good sign.  I haven’t had any fast food.  I don’t even remember now the last time I had a french fry.  These are all very good foundations on which to build the rest of my 100 days toward a healthier body.

I’ve also made more room in my schedule for the other goals I set aside, writing and music.  Those are now slowly finding their way into the schedule.  Another good thing.

The second half of my 100 days will see my “bring it” more in the morning workouts.  I am also going to add the lunchtime jogs in 3 days a week starting tomorrow.   And, I’m being much more diligent in my food tracking and my choices.

All these are good signs.  My hope is that when I keep at it, the scale will be just another “good sign” that I’m on the right track!

Day 44 of 100

Perseverance.  Slow and Steady wins the race, I hear.

The scale is sending mixed messages.  I’m up one lb, but down .5% body fat.  My clothes fit differently.  I’m not down another size yet (dammit), but I can tell things are changing.

At almost 50, weight doesn’t come off as quickly as it did 20 years ago, and the old body doesn’t bounce back like it did either. One look in the mirror reminds me of a two-day old balloon.  You know – the ones we had as kids and tossed around all day, then on day two they were saggy and baggy.  HA!

I’m not giving up!  If anything, the slowness of this transition is starting to piss me off.

I expect to be in the best possible shape I can be when I turn 50 next year.  So, here’s to the halfway point in Round 1: P90x.

Tomorrow – I’m going to kick some serious ass.