90.8% of Americans who make resolutions fail.
Wait, what? That is a huge rate of failure. I've had some great resolutions and some bad ones over the 30-something years of my life. I've found that when I resolve to learn something vs. a resolution I have a higher success rate. However, this year the odds are against me as I make yet another weight-loss resolution. Game changer, this year, I am giving myself permission to fail.
Seventeen days into this year and the scale has increased by 1 pound. That makes me 3 whole pounds heavier than my Fitbit currently thinks I weigh. Somewhere between Halloween and Thanksgiving, I found those extra 2 pounds and now they have morphed into 3 pounds. It is often said that people gain 5-7 pounds during the holidays. Well after some digging apparently that number is exaggerated, really we only gain a little less than a pound during the holidays. So, in a brief moment I felt better about being under the average, but now I am an overachiever. Go figure.
Last year, I lost 10 pounds. Even though I knew I was walking into January with 2 extra pounds, I was excited to see a larger impact towards my overall goals. This journey is rough if it the first 10 pounds lost or the last 10 to make it to your goal. I am in the home stretch, or at least I keep telling myself that. Again. according to my Fitbit, I've got 17.6 pounds to go. (Plus, an additional 3 pounds.)
Enter stage right, Lauren. We've been friends since last summer and she lives within walking distance, but I'd rather drive to her place. She has watched Lucy, our cat, we've done Fitbit challenges together, attended neighborhood parties, and even gone to a Ladies Holiday Luncheon kind of event, held in the evening. (By using the word "Luncheon" does that make me old or am I embracing my tumble towards middle age?!)
Lauren is a boot camp beast. I've been watching her check-ins on social media since we met. Slightly jealous, but never so much to leave my warm bed, I've erratically pressed the like button and kept scrolling.
She has been recently going with one of my other friends in the neighborhood. Alison is my soul sister, the moment we met it was like finding the sister I never had. We don't spend nearly enough time together, but when we do it is always a party. So, after watching again from the warmth of my bed on social media, I decided to toss my ring in the hat for one of the free codes for January's boot camp Alison had to give. Well, turns out she had already given her's away and Lauren swooped in and sent me the code.
I waited. I procrastinated. I feared my decision to be radical and get up well before the sun to workout and be done still before the sun even starting thinking about rising was insanity. What have I done? Is this one of those crazy mid-life crisis things people talk about? I'm not old enough for that, yet. But honestly, who in their right mind bounces out of bed to workout for an HOUR at that time of day? Oh, and did I mention if it is above freezing OUTSIDE?!
Then it came. That text from Lauren telling me that boot camp starts Monday! "You in?" One part peer pressure, one part I need a change, two parts my competitive nature shining brightly as the sun that will not be up at 5 am.
The rest is history.
I'm two weeks into this year's workout and weight loss journey. I've committed to 12 months and Too Tall has come beside me and committed to the same regimen. I get to laugh, sweat and improve my physical wellbeing with a few good friends, my husband, and hopefully a few new friends, too.
Follow along on Instagram for my photographic evidence and comment on my Facebook when you see me slacking. Tell me what your New Year's Resolution is, or what you've resolved to do in 2018. Maybe, just maybe with a little effort, I will reach my goal of 25% body fat or wear my favorite pair of pre-pregnancy jeans. I will definitely let you know which happens first.
Oh, and I have permission to fail. Fail gloriously, then pick myself up, dust myself off and try, try again. Here we go!
Thanksgiving is my Super Bowl of holidays. I cook for days and eat everything I love once a year with gusto. The amateur foodie within me comes out when I begin creating all those yummy sides, that swallow my plate whole. It an undertaking and challenge that I excitedly accept with pleasure each year.
I started a weight loss challenge in August. I was on fire for about 2 weeks. I kept strong for about a month and then the fire slowly turned to ashes. I did lose and keep off some weight once the challenge concluded in October. I take that as a win.
I have eaten my way to adding back a few pounds in the wrong direction and now I will be starting strong on Monday with a new goal in mind. I have reached out to a few ladies in my community to join me, as my love of food and lack of love for exercise collide.
The weigh-in showed a 4 pound gain from my lowest recent weigh-in. For the love of CARBS and TURKEY! I will prevail and Thanksgiving will not derail this journey. I am in the home stretch.
Slow and steady. Steady and slow. That is the way of my weight loss it seems!
It starts today, and I am somewhat excited, awfully nervous, but most of all I am ready. I joined a fitness challenge in my neighborhood. I need this challenge. I want this challenge. Summer is a beast called eating out, vacations spent sitting sedentary while road tripping and my schedule turned upside down. What better way to get back into the swing of fitness and those jeans I want to wear this fall than a fitness challenge.
I take photos today. They are my before shots and that is what is really making me nervous. Exposure, vulnerability, embracing a body that isn't exactly matching how I feel in my head. My body is misshapen by pregnancies, soft and flabby from times I chose a sweet treat instead of a sweaty run, and most of all it lacks the energy I want to have by the weight of some extra pounds I've picked up along the way. Some of my fellow challengees have called it a wake-up call, and I hear the phone ringing loudly.
I dreadfully stepped on the scale and was pleasantly surprised to find I had lost two pounds since my last little encounter with the truth teller in my bathroom. In my previous posts, I have given body measurements and I am on the fence if I am going to measure every week. It became frustrating not seeing big results so I think I will only measure every 4 weeks from here on out. I popped open my journal that I haven't written in for months and decided I'll track myself there and give y'all the highlights and lowlights.
My revised goals for the challenge:
*Drink 1/2 my body weight in ounces of water each day.
*Exercise 3-5 times a week
*Eat REAL food & track calories
*Lose body fat
*Strengthen & firm my core
*Firm up my triceps
*Give up adult beverages
So much of that list is tough stuff. I'm brewing green tea to meet my water intake. I've already given up soda. I'm lucky to have a neighborhood gym, another one we belong to and plenty of boot camps to choose from in my area. I have a great support system in place to motivate those workouts to strengthen and firm. I'm discovering eating REAL food, not processed food can be fun. I do love to cook, and finding new recipes is a joyful expression for me! However, that last one is tough, but I'm gonna do it! I live in a very social neighborhood where often times a glass of wine, beer or mixed drink is available. I can do this. I'm at least keeping my coffee!
So as of today, I have 32.9% body fat. I would like to see that number decrease to 25%. While the number on the scale lowering is quite gratifying, I am certain knowing I'm carrying around less body fat will literally feel much better.
Cheers to a challenge and my new-found motivation.
Summer comes with activities that include not so good for my waistline foods. As a prelude to our summer vacation, we visited Fort Worth last weekend. (Check out Instagram for highlights from our excursion and look for an upcoming blog post about it!) We also dined with friends at our regular rotating dinner party held every other month. Oui-Oui left to visit family in the Northeast, and that had me indulging in Starbucks to and from the airport. Lattes are my comfort drink of choice if it is too early for a glass of wine! It was a comfort food week and weekend.
Walking all over the Stockyards, Fort Worth Zoo and the Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport was the extent of my exercise this week. I don’t count chasing Little T around the neighborhood pool as much more than a day in the life of my SAHM world. The gym was only a figment of my imagination this week.
Our regular rotating dinner party always includes delicious food and drink to compliment the fantastic conversation and party games. We dined on smoked pork, cheesy potatoes (Too Tall’s favorite), and a fresh spring salad. Our hosts this month out did themselves. I wanted to do a backstroke through the cheesy potatoes, but self-control prevailed and I only had one serving.
I knew this would be a tough weight loss week. Lurking around every corner was delicious food and beverages calling my name. My schedule didn’t leave a way to proper exercise to make an impact. I placed my efforts in paying attention to portion size this week. It paid off with a little bit of loss.
My weekly stats:
32.7% body fat
I have had a 1 pound per week loss thus far on this journey. Which isn’t shabby, but not nearly as much as I’d hoped for. That might be my biggest problem, I am hoping more than I am exercising. When I was training for the 5k in May the pounds melted off. Once I stopped my training, the pounds packed back on fast. My percent of body fat is declining, and that excites me. I am celebrating little victories right now before I hit my stride.
This week is jam packed with prepping for the upcoming family vacation, and I’ll be weighing in twice during our trip. I’m slightly worried what a full minivan and long road trip will do to my efforts to lose fat. I will be ‘live tweeting’ some moments from our trip and will be ‘Instagraming’ along the way as we will travel across, around, and through 18 of the 50 states in our beautiful country.
So, about my progress. It was minimal at best. I am not sure if it was the three nights out in a row that spoiled my plans of weight loss grandeur or my lack of will power; likely both. I had some losses, but not nearly as much as I had hoped for, proving this journey will be long.
Wednesday night was ‘girl’s night’ and shouldn’t be a dieting nightmare until the ½ price bottles arrive at the table and make drinking my calories oh so affordable. Maybe when we reconvene in two weeks, a nice morning jog the day of will counteract those Chardonnay calories.
I spent Friday night playing Bunco, and the etiquette of our Bunco group include bringing your beverage of choice and a snack of choice. Things I can control, but I skipped dinner in hopes the calories consumed at Bunco would be equal. I fear I was wrong.
I suppose I took a lackadaisical attitude towards my first week. Didn’t dive in much to shock my system. I did change up my afternoon snacking habits to veggies. I did hit the gym and burned calories, strengthened my core and arms. It wasn’t a complete failure of a week, and results show it to be mediocre. However, there is one marker, I am proud of. I lost an entire pound of FAT. Have you ever googled what that looks like? To think that is now gone from my body is a WIN!
Here are my stats:
32.9% Body Fat
My losses last week were my upper body, and legs. It may not change my jean size this week, but change is happening!
Here we go! I woke up this morning with one goal in mind; step on the scale and hit the button that will give me more information about my body than I usually want to know. Then onward to having Too Tall measure me. Next time, I will be able to do it alone, except my arms. That is tricky, like strapless bra tricky.
In all its glory, here are my stats:
33.2% Body Fat
Before you decide to judge, my BMI tells me I am overweight, and not too long ago I was classified as obese. I have worked hard to get to where I am today; with a weight loss of 22 pounds since Mini Me was born. Now it is time to attack the final remaining weight. Essentially, the body fat that weighs me down. I am determined to rid my body from the task of carrying around a muffin top. I am ready to take some pressure off my joints and live without the pain of the excess weight bearing down on me. Gravity is unforgiving.
My challenges are right in front of me, here in my house, the one place I am every day! What I’ve learned about myself as a SAHM is that I love to cook and/or bake, don’t mind cleaning, and cannot stand folding clothes. Since cooking is high on my list of things I enjoy, it lends itself to having a plethora of ingredients on hand at any time. This is where mindless eating begins for me. I can regulate myself at a restaurant. I can resist picking up a candy bar in the checkout line. My downfall is my own pantry. So easy, so accessible, and no one here to judge my choices when I sneak into the pantry for a sinfully delicious, processed, high sugar, high fat ‘snack’. I don’t crave them, but almost daily, lose will power when I want to stuff my face.
Time to brew some iced tea with stevia, track my calories and get some exercise in today. These numbers aren’t going to move themselves, although often I wish they would. My diet is going to be simple, calories in calories out. I will be taking a multivitamin, calcium and probiotic supplements to give my body the necessary nutrition, to be armed and ready and shave off those inches.
I’ll check back in next Wednesday with my progress.
I bought a measuring tape. It is a nice measuring tape, and I found it in the craft aisle. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about this new purchase. I haven't wrapped a tape around any part of my body since before Little T came along. Yet, I know the best way to achieve my goals is to track body measurements.
I’ve asked Too Tall to measure me, so I can log my starting point and keep track of my wins and losses. The plan is, tomorrow morning, I will rise before dawn and have him measure me. Then it hit me, I need to research the interwebs for what to measure. Should I be basic and just do the chest, waist, and hips? Or should I go all out and do the bust, chest, waist, hips, thighs, knees, calves, upper arm and forearms? After much consideration, I think I want to go with the longer list for tracking sake but will publish on my blog the basics, unless I notice some crazy change in one of the other six areas. If you want to track your measurements these are the standards I will be using. I created a quick table in Word to document my weekly measurements and weight.
Bust: Measure all the way around your bust and back on the line of your nipples.
Chest: Measure directly under your breasts, as high up as possible.
Waist: Measure at its narrowest point width-wise, usually just above the navel.
Hips: Measure around the widest part of the hip bones.
Thighs: Measure around fullest part of upper leg while standing
Knees: Measure immediately above the knee.
Calves: Measure around fullest part.
Upper arm: Measure above your elbows – around the fullest part.
Forearms: Measure below your elbows – around the fullest part.
I also recently upgraded my bathroom scale. The old one was at least 10+ years old and I was doubting its abilities to be truthful. That was a lesson in consumerism, the features to the common bathroom scale have increased greatly since my last venture in that area of Bed Bath & Beyond. I ended up with a moderately priced scale that will in addition to my weight, measure my Body Fat %, Body Fat Pounds, Water %, Bone Density, and BMI. I am going to limit my weighing in to once a week, just like the body measurements.
Oh, and what interesting little tidbit did I discover on my interwebs search, but a body shape calculator. I tried it and apparently, I am in the 8% of women whose measurements don’t compute to a body shape. What a bummer. Try for yourself, I know once I start seeing results I will try again, too!
Tomorrow is the day. I will start putting my trusty tape measurer to work. Check back to see where I start from and share about the challenges of where I am going…
This marks my last soda, soft drink, pop, fizzy high fructose corn syrup caffeine indulgence. Too Tall and I made it special and made a date night out of it to LSA Burger in downtown Denton, TX. While I have slowly weaned myself off these beverages, it feels so final making the conscious decision to no longer have these sweet liquid treats as an option in my diet.
I’ve heard this journey of no soft drinks will be easy, but the entire next day I was craving soda! Each time we passed a gas station or fast food joint all I thought about was having some fizzy sugary goodness. I prevailed and did not consume a tasty beverage, mainly because my husband was driving and superseded my will power and kept me strong. Thus far I have been successful and drinking a lot more iced tea. My new beverage of choice is green tea with Splenda. Oui-Oui has been helping me devour the 2 quarts I make each day.
Stay tuned to see if I succeed or fail at my new-found soda-free lifestyle.
Weight loss. It is such a dirty set of words. I loathe the idea of changing my habits or giving up things I enjoy eating that aren’t so good for me. I often wish I could wake up one morning, and slip back into the size 8 jeans I feel oh, so confident wearing. Yet, I am here; wearing a double-digit pant size, loving my leggings, and oversized sweatshirts. I am a SAHM, and my dress code doesn’t require business casual, or even pants some days. I’ve birthed a couple of kiddos, and yearn for the privilege to wear my pre-maternity clothes that silently line the closet walls. I want my ‘hot mom’ status back or at least feel I’m setting a good example for these wee little ones with my health, fitness, and eating habits.
Rant over, this is where the rubber meets the road. I am back in the saddle, as my fellow Texans might say about my decision to lose the ‘baby weight’ that has stayed along for the journey too long. The past 5 months have been a rollercoaster ride with my weight, and it is high time I start the steady journey up the mountain to my goal size. Yes, I said goal size. I know I have this blog titled “Weight Loss Journey” That is what will occur, but I don’t have an end number in mind. I have a pair of jeans I want to wear again and a body fat percentage number in mind I want to achieve. That means we will find out together how much fat pounds I lose. It is a fascinating idea to learn what my body will do when I stop feeding it garbage, stop overeating, and start exercising.
Want to be a fly on the wall? Great, because I am gonna share it as I walk through this journey to get my body back in shape.
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