Positive Thinking

I know for me, keeping positive about something is very hard. I'm easily excitable, however, but maintaining motivation and positive thoughts is something very difficult for me. I suppose it's partly because I am an only child and so used to having things fall into my lap.

Anyway, last week, I had a discussion with my husband. While I was riding Stella, I struggled to make it past 5 minutes of continuous riding. Hubby asked if I was going to finish out half an hour. I think I glared at that point and told him to shut his mouth, he isn't fat he doesn't know how hard it is.

After that little blow up (not that it was a fight, but I probably shouldn't have snarled) I started thinking about it and I came to the conclusion that I only stopped because I didn't *think* I could go on. Hmm...

This week one of my personal goals was to ride Stella in increasing increments, until I managed 15 minutes. I also said I wanted to be able to ride 3 miles in one session.

I officially blew both of those goals out of the water today. Not only was it my third consecutive session with Stella going at least 15 minutes, but I did one better, I went 18 minutes AND went 3.00 miles! WOW!

There were moments I wanted to quit. Basically any moment after I looked at the display and it said that I had a mile and a half to go, or it was 12 minutes on the clock. It was very difficult to talk myself through those moments.

But like always, I cranked up my Lady GaGa and soldiered on. I thought of everyone else I know or read about, who have completed their journeys or made a significant difference. It's hard to believe that it was only 7 days ago that I could barely do this much.

I have also noticed one small improvement: My bum sits just a little bit higher. Hardly noticeable, except to me. I spent most of yesterday grabbing my own ass to feel my tiny change. I spent the rest of it double checking with my husband. "Does it look any different? It feels different but I can't tell. Is it different?" lol

Here's pics for proof!

Me before Stella


18 minutes!


3 miles!



270 calories!


Me post session:



And there you have it!

Tuesday

I sorted out my messed up food log and put it all on the appropriate day.
Today so far, I have had:

Slimfast shake 190c
Smartone peanut butter cup sundae 190c
Smart one pizza bites 280c
Mountain Dew 170c

Exercise

House cleaning 36c
Stationary bike 90c


I am proud of myself. Though I only lasted 7 minutes, I was going at 11 miles per hour, and I went a full mile.

I still have to do a bit of cleaning and I want to do either some EA Active or another mile or so on the bike.

Get Off Your Ass!

I am sick and tired of being lazy, seriously. It's starting to get annoying being home all day with nothing to do, more so this week because of Kiwi.


But seriously, I don't do shit. It's getting old. I went to FitDay.com and re-evaluated my weight loss goals.


It's time to start moving again. For my mental health as well as my physical health.

The fiance promised me we were hitting our FREE gym tomorrow and we're going to be roller blading too.


We're getting hitched in 6 weeks. This time, I'm really doing this.

Fuck being fat.

Inspirational Messages

Today was one of those days...the bad kind. The kind where I wake up with a knot in my stomach worrying for all I'm worth about things I can't do anything about.

The Fiance and I walked around the outdoor mall near our house then we went to get my oil changed, and on the way home I started worrying. Thinking I would need to take a nerve pill and go to bed early because I was worrying myself sick.

But then, I saw this message, and it really hit home for me:

"You can't stop the waves, but you can learn how to surf."

This really impacted me, and made me realize while there isn't a lot I can do, there still is some stuff I can. I need to learn to relax and go with the flow, seriously. I'm too young to be this knotted up with worry. Best part of all, this message wasn't on a church or anything spouting self help...it was a chiropractor.

Beautiful!

In any case, do you think walking constantly for 3 hours is enough to burn off the Coldstone ice cream I had? Ooooh, sweet delicious, fattening ice cream.

Resolutions of my own...

1. Get thin

As I have no way to get rich, getting thin will just have to work. I'm pretty sure once I am thin, people will say "Oh you beautiful thing, here's a million dollars" anyway. So I guess I'm good.

2. Finish getting all the stuff I need for the kitchen.

I've lived here for almost 6 months now and I'm a little sad I barely have enough silverware for 4 people.

3. Get a bookshelf.

Mine were apprehended to house games and movies... damn it, my books need a place too!

4. Make fudge successfully.

I cannot for the life of me master fudge. I should send all my failed batches to my mom. Send her all the successful ones too, for that matter... oh my master plan....

5. Save some cash.

I hope we get on Overtime at the Company, so I can have a little extra padding in case Fiance finds a job and is magically whisked away to a new company. Or in case the cars break. Or they cut hours again. Or in case the Brother can't pay rent because the Best Friend (aka His Woman) runs his phone bill to over $300 again.

6. Buy lots of clothes. And accessories. Also, get tan.

Let's just make this a subset of the first resolution.