The road I’m on is a sweaty, achy, worth-every-cramp, uphill battle. To take off the weight I put on after a rough couple of years will be far from easy. I’m the complete opposite from the girl who eats her problems away. My deal is that I have so much on my mind and so much to do each day that I forget to eat or put it off because I’m not hungry. I make breakfast and lunch for my daughter but I’m either not hungry or too busy to eat and so I don’t usually eat until I start dinner. I kid! The mister usually makes dinner. Now, THAT I’ll eat.
That’s probably another one of my faults. I should make dinner more often because the mister could careless about eating healthy when money is tight. We have changed a little of our eating habits. We’re now more aware of what we eat and snack on, which is a big difference from what we used to do, which was nothing. Fast, cheap and easy meals was what we lived on and somehow are alive to talk about it. Crazy, crazy people we are. I know!
So my 1 meal a day has turned into 3 with a snack or two in-between. I’m no longer forcing my body to live in starvation mode. Now we’re en joying some fruits and some veggies but more than that, we’r enjoying properly proportioned meals and eating healthier ones at that. Not so much ground beef and more chicken and fish. Well, fish sticks and tuna is about as much seafood as I can take. I dislike seafood. (You heard me.)
Now, here is where I am today. Blurred for obvious reasons. I don’t need a clear photo coming back to haunt me but I’m also sure that after I’m back to a beautiful healthy weight and size, I wont really care about this pic as much as I do now.
top left: Curvaceous. Beautiful curves. I do NOT want to lose my curves, just slim them down.
top right: Thighs. I love my thighs but I’ll love them more when they’re toned.
bottom left: Boobs. I have more than I need and will have breast reduction surgery as soon as I reach my goal weight. Surgery I’ve wanted since I was 16.
bottom right: Booty. I like big butts and I cannot lie. But my butt will look a little more fly. (The blurriness of this pic and the way I have my hands on my lower back really make my booty look bigger. I like to think it’s not that big but I’ve been blessed with bigness so who knows.)
Now comes my workout routine.
It all started when my sister began working out to the P90X videos a couple or years ago. She lost quite a bit of weight in just a month and gained muscle. It was pretty impressive stuff. So I decided to jump on the workout wagon – home edition. I did really well and lost size; I’m sure I lost weight but I don’t own a scale so I can’t say. The mister noticed a difference in my butt, saying it was firmer and rounder. Ahh yeah! I like that the mister noticed little details. Big booty, small victories.
I started working out in my home last year but took a break (laziness at it’s finest) after taking a much needed ‘friendcation’ to see some good friends and be in good company. After returning, it just felt nice to not be sore (shortly after returning, I temporarily moved into my moms for 2 months to help my sister with her first baby. No room for me and my daughter, muchless space to workout.) I felt confident in my ability to eat right, eat healthy and lose then maintain the weight.
I was a fool, I tell ya! I have a few friends that can and do eat whatever they want but without gaining an ounce. Can you smell the envy? I wish I were thin and slim by nature but I’m only fit when I work out. Which is great because I love being toned, not just slim.
Working out in the comfort of my home isn’t as fun as being outdoors and being active. Why don’t I just get active? Because we are a one car family and while I’m homeschooling my 3 yr old, the mister needs the car to get to his job. I also don’t know how to drive the car we have. Meaning that I have access to my apartment and not much else besides the front and back porch of the townhouse we’re renting. (more on that, later)
P90X likes to kick my butt and I like to put up a fight but P90X always wins. Whether I bust my butt doing Plyometrics or if I feel sick and skip a day, P90X always wins. I can hear it now, calling me a lazy ass because I hurt my back doing yoga and decided to use the next day to stretch and recover. “You whiner! Get up and FACE ME!!” is what I hear every time I walk by my ‘Do It’ board. My ‘Do It’ board is covered in post it notes reminding me to move forward with the things I put off when I wrote said notes.
One thing I need to learn is to push myself a little harder but not to the point of breaking myself. What’s the point of injury if it takes me off p90x for a couple of days to recover? Makes no sense! I need to work a little harder than what I’m used to but only what I’m capable of. I sometimes think I’m Wonder Woman with all I do around here (not) and that I’m used to pushing myself to do more. But I’m not (Wonder Woman, that is) I need to push myself harder, smarter and finish what I start.
What is the biggest motivator I have for moving forward? Well.. my cute personal trainer of course. This:
I work out while facing my little summer dress. No joke. This Summer, I will be in that dress, even if it’s the last freaking day of Summer. I need to add a band to those, by the way. The resistance it’s set to is silly now. That’s how I know I’m building muscle. And I love it. My dress yells at me every morning. It hangs in my living room as a daily reminder. It yells at me if I try to take a nap on the couch on the weekend during “Rest Day” and it smiles at me after doing a good Arms & Back workout. That dress is my personal trainer and it’s kicking my butt.