Friday, December 16, 2011


I was doing so well.  I was keeping track of my points and racking up miles on my already worn out shoes.  My Nike+ pedometer was about to blow up because of all my gym time and all the extra steps I was trying to take.

It hasn't been the holiday treats like I thought it would be.  In fact, I haven't even really seen any of those around to tempt me.  It wasn't the holiday frenzy of parties or errands or whatever else that derailed me.  No, it's worse than that.  It's the blahs.

  It's been a blah week, what with all I've had to get done.  And I have fallen off the proverbial wagon.  Know how I know it's bad?  My formally never gym darkening husband turned weightlifting superstar (in the last month-- wow!) took note of my blahs and said "So... how long has it been since you went to the gym?  Maybe that would help you feel better?" Before, he would have said, "Come sit by me on the couch" or "Wanna go get ice cream?"  He's right.  Of course he is right.  I would feel better if I would go.  But all I want to do is have a pj day and get stuff done around here...or not.

It's bad, folks.  It's a case of the blah-humbugs, which doesn't much make for a non-pudgy parson.

Friday, December 2, 2011

The Things on my Wish-list

Ok, ok...I know that Christmas isn't about the presents.  And I'd (probably) be fine if there were none at all, but since people keep asking what I want, I made a list.  As I review the list, I'm surprised at the theme of many of the things I've added.  (That's how I roll.  My mom does themes.  Apparently so do I-- at least when it comes to the things I'd like for Christmas.  It's like an idea gets stuck in my brain, and without my realizing it, everything I add to the list is centered around that thing. It's been knitting things or quilting things.  It's been clothes or cooking things or things for my house.)

The theme that has emerged this year is: wait for it... exercise! I want a hands-free leash (with a pocket...mais ouis!) to make taking my doggie for a run easier. I've added a neck-warmer for those cold chilly mornings when running would otherwise make my asthma get all "Nuh-uh, no you don't" on me. I've added exercise programs for the wii.  I found a swimsuit for my ipod so we can swim together without that "Oh crap. I forgot the ipod is a non-swimmer" moment--which I had a few weeks ago when I thoughtlessly invited it to go for a swim in the washing machine.  And the big mama of all is an iphone--which is, at least a little bit, really part of my exercise thing.  I want to take the iphone with me to track my runs.  And Siri could remind me to go exercise.  Annnnnnd I could track my WW points on it, which is extra fun because WW is coming out with an app that scans a barcode and gives you the points info right there.

The point of that wasn't to show myself that I'm more materialistic than I thought (aaack!) but to remind myself that exercise has apparently made itself quite a priority in my world.  That's a step in the right direction.  I must really be ready to do this thing.

To Cheesecake or Not to Cheesecake...that is THE question

It's been a rough week--really rough. Stress has been high, time and patience have been low.  If ever there was a week to have been a candidate for emotional eating, this would have been it.  But I haven't. I haven't hibernated on the couch and eaten my favorite comfort foods.  In fact I've exercised every day, and I've made what I consider to be healthy choices. 

Except yesterday when DH and I went on a date to the Cheesecake Factory.  It was a special thing, and it was something that we needed to do.  It was more than comfort food, it was heart-healing food.  Maybe with everything going on, I'm not as hungry as I would've normally been.  Or maybe its that I'm so ready to beat this weight-monster.  But whatever it is, I didn't have a hard time showing restraint.   I ordered a lunch sized portion and only ate half of that.  And instead of ordering my own cheesecake (ummm, hello... it is the cheesecake factory), I ate only a few bites of the one that DH ordered.  Sure, I could've faired much better at some other restaurant, but compared to the damage I've been known to do at the Cheesecake Factory, I came out ok.  Besides, thats what activity points and weekly points are for, because sometimes you just need to cut loose...a little. I know that today, I'll be back to watching it and even before we went, I planned a long walk on the trail to clear my head. 

To Cheesecake or Not to Cheesecake never would've been a question before.  But it was yesterday, and I'm glad I made a choice that allowed me some much needed fun and doesn't leave me feeling guilty today.