Started Weight Watcher's today. I think I've mentioned before that I'm a sucker for gold stars. We've got 14 weeks till we go to Hawaii. I know, at the weight I'm at now (250, in case you wanted to know), the tight plane seat would make for quite an uncomfortable ride. And, I don't feel like being embarrassed by having to ask for a seat belt extender in front of my children and new husband!
It's not like I haven't been on Weight Watcher's before. I've been on it more than a few times. They should give out plaques for those who "Try, try again." However, I haven't been on it with my new last name (kinda makes me feel like it's the first time), and the leader at my Wednesday meetings is new to Alaska and started as the leader last night too. So, we are both new, and are in this together.
I've made it to the gym a few times, but I'll be going more after we get back from Denali. I won Road Lottery tickets to drive into the park, and we'll be going all weekend. I have been hiking a lot though. It's blueberry season here, and the best places to pick just happen to be a 5 mile hike in to Symphony Lakes above Eagle River, AK, where I live. Blueberries are my favorite fruit, so I'd do anything to get the wild ones.
Hopefully, no DEFINITELY, by next summer, I'll be able to bend over to tie my shoe without having to crank my leg at an odd angle to do it on my lap! THAT would be a treat!
And, yes, I'm a little hungry, and a lot grumpy.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
And, a WEIGH we go!
Went to the gym for the first time since I got the membership. I drug my son along, begrudgingly. He ran 4.5 miles, and I'm pretty sure he enjoyed himself. I walked on the tread mill, no where near his speed. But, I enjoyed myself too.
My husband and I came up with a few "inspirational" motivators. 1). If I go the gym 3 days a week, he'll get me flowers every week. 2). If I go the the gym or work out 5 days a week, he'll get me my FAVORITE flowers every week. 3). WHEN I lose 50 pounds, I get cross country skis. 4). WHEN I lose 80 pounds, I get a shopping spree for a new wardrobe. 5). WHEN I beat him to losing 20 pounds first, I get the North Face jacket I've been salivating over (yes, one can salivate over non edible items). I know, I know, my hubby should be getting me flowers anyway, but he gets me other things, like ice cream and chocolate now, so I'd rather have the flowers!
I'm off to walk on the tread mill. The food changes are coming, slowly but surely, and I'm going to join Weight Watchers tomorrow. I want to be one of those inspirational stories on their website!
My husband and I came up with a few "inspirational" motivators. 1). If I go the gym 3 days a week, he'll get me flowers every week. 2). If I go the the gym or work out 5 days a week, he'll get me my FAVORITE flowers every week. 3). WHEN I lose 50 pounds, I get cross country skis. 4). WHEN I lose 80 pounds, I get a shopping spree for a new wardrobe. 5). WHEN I beat him to losing 20 pounds first, I get the North Face jacket I've been salivating over (yes, one can salivate over non edible items). I know, I know, my hubby should be getting me flowers anyway, but he gets me other things, like ice cream and chocolate now, so I'd rather have the flowers!
I'm off to walk on the tread mill. The food changes are coming, slowly but surely, and I'm going to join Weight Watchers tomorrow. I want to be one of those inspirational stories on their website!
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Once upon a time, a fat girl joined a gym....
The rest of the story is yet to be written.
The last time I wrote was ages ago. Nope, I'm no lower in weight, no smaller in clothing size, and no better an eater than I was in April. I AM, however, married now. Yup, my new husband decided he couldn't live without me, though more thick than thin, in sickness and in health, till death or an arguement over the last piece of cheesecake do us part! We got married in June. We had the wedding party "hike" to the nuptuals up our favorite hiking trail. Since we (he's no Adonis himself) are both out of shape, we didn't hike as far back as we would have liked to, and stopped at a bridge crossing Glacier Creek in Girdwood, AK, instead of hiking all the way back to Winner Creek Gorge Bridge. I didn't wear a dress, didn't have an armfull of flowers (I did have fiddlehead fern shoots, they were in bloom), no bridesmaids... it made it easier, but truth be told, I didn't want to try on dresses, so getting hitched in "true Alaskan form" on a hiking trail in a t-shirt, shorts and hiking boots was wonderful. And, I didn't have to lose a pound.
Back to the girl joining the gym tale. It should have started... Once upon a time, there was an unemployed girl who interviewed for a job with a great company and was offered a position. The girl took the position, not knowing at the time what wonderful benefits the magical company had. The supervisor of the girl's department added the delicious perk of fresh baked sweet rolls every day, and the coffee and cream flowed from a never ending pool. The Human Resource Genies, when they came to do the girl's orientation into the magical company expressed to the girl, who just happened to be very overweight, that the magical company would pay for a gym membership for the girl, and her entire family, if the girl would only go to the gym 12 times a month. The girl, they explained, could swim, utilize the cardiovascular machines like the stair stepper and the stationary bikes, lift weights, play racquetball, tennis or handball, participate in exercise classes... anything the gym offered and the girl partook in, the magical company would pay for. All the girl had to do was take in a punch card for the hunky Gym Fairy to punch with a special star paper punch. The girl, who really thought she would lose weight on her own during the summer riding her bike, hiking, taking her dogs for walks and getting outside in the Alaska sunshine, didn't take the magical company up on their offer. Months went by, and the girl waited and waited for the sun to show itself in Alaska. Then, one day, the girl's new husband said, "We didn't get outside at all this summer. Didn't your magical company say they would pay for your family gym membership if you go 12 times a month?" The girl couldn't avoid the gym then, especially when her new Prince was the one who drove the car and pulled into the gym.
Now, the girl has a family membership at a gym, her Prince wants to lift weights, and both of them want her magical company to pay for their gym membership. The girl will go to the gym 3 times a week, find group classes to attend, and hope that no one tries to harpoon her when she gets into the pool.
This is just the beginning, not the end. :)
The girl knows though, that she will never give up popcicles, no matter how healthy she gets.
The last time I wrote was ages ago. Nope, I'm no lower in weight, no smaller in clothing size, and no better an eater than I was in April. I AM, however, married now. Yup, my new husband decided he couldn't live without me, though more thick than thin, in sickness and in health, till death or an arguement over the last piece of cheesecake do us part! We got married in June. We had the wedding party "hike" to the nuptuals up our favorite hiking trail. Since we (he's no Adonis himself) are both out of shape, we didn't hike as far back as we would have liked to, and stopped at a bridge crossing Glacier Creek in Girdwood, AK, instead of hiking all the way back to Winner Creek Gorge Bridge. I didn't wear a dress, didn't have an armfull of flowers (I did have fiddlehead fern shoots, they were in bloom), no bridesmaids... it made it easier, but truth be told, I didn't want to try on dresses, so getting hitched in "true Alaskan form" on a hiking trail in a t-shirt, shorts and hiking boots was wonderful. And, I didn't have to lose a pound.
Back to the girl joining the gym tale. It should have started... Once upon a time, there was an unemployed girl who interviewed for a job with a great company and was offered a position. The girl took the position, not knowing at the time what wonderful benefits the magical company had. The supervisor of the girl's department added the delicious perk of fresh baked sweet rolls every day, and the coffee and cream flowed from a never ending pool. The Human Resource Genies, when they came to do the girl's orientation into the magical company expressed to the girl, who just happened to be very overweight, that the magical company would pay for a gym membership for the girl, and her entire family, if the girl would only go to the gym 12 times a month. The girl, they explained, could swim, utilize the cardiovascular machines like the stair stepper and the stationary bikes, lift weights, play racquetball, tennis or handball, participate in exercise classes... anything the gym offered and the girl partook in, the magical company would pay for. All the girl had to do was take in a punch card for the hunky Gym Fairy to punch with a special star paper punch. The girl, who really thought she would lose weight on her own during the summer riding her bike, hiking, taking her dogs for walks and getting outside in the Alaska sunshine, didn't take the magical company up on their offer. Months went by, and the girl waited and waited for the sun to show itself in Alaska. Then, one day, the girl's new husband said, "We didn't get outside at all this summer. Didn't your magical company say they would pay for your family gym membership if you go 12 times a month?" The girl couldn't avoid the gym then, especially when her new Prince was the one who drove the car and pulled into the gym.
Now, the girl has a family membership at a gym, her Prince wants to lift weights, and both of them want her magical company to pay for their gym membership. The girl will go to the gym 3 times a week, find group classes to attend, and hope that no one tries to harpoon her when she gets into the pool.
This is just the beginning, not the end. :)
The girl knows though, that she will never give up popcicles, no matter how healthy she gets.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Uhhhhhhh... I can't come up with any good excuses
Wow, no weight lost, my wedding occurring in less than 7 weeks, and I'm trying to come up with really good excuses as to why. Hmmmm still thinking... Nope, I've got nothin'.
The only good thing about getting married in Alaska is that doing "out of the ordinary" here is almost expected. So, we are hiking to our favorite spot above Girdwood, AK, and getting married on the bridge over Winner Creek. That means, no dress, no heels, no wedding veil, no tossing the bouquet, no stress over not making weight and trying to vaseline my way into a dress there's no chance in hell I'd fit into now. My wedding pics will be filled of me in my signature red Merrill hiking boots and baggy shorts, sporting my camelbak hydration pack.
Pics or no pics, dress or no dress, I've still got to lose the weight. It's getting in the way of me enjoying my summer, my future marriage, my life! I don't have the energy to fill my weekends with activity. I know my hiney sure won't fit in a kayak if we pull them out in the next 3 weeks, and I DO have to actually be capable of finishing the hike in order to get married! I know he's not going to be able to carry me across the threshhold... asking him to carry me up the mountain is totally out of the question.
ARGH... where are those magic pills on the infomercials? Why haven't I heard about them on the Discovery Health channel? Why hasn't the news been reporting on the miracle of the "take it off in a day with no effort" pill that magically and effortlessly makes one thin overnight just by taking it before bedtime? OH, I remember... cause it doesn't EXIST!
I know it's all about me and the effort I put in. So far, no good.
I could go on about how I'm going to do better, how I'm committed to change my eating habits... but I have a sticker that I've had since high school that says it all... "People may not believe what you say, but they'll always believe what you do." So, I'll keep my lips shut, and just write about my actions from now on, triumphiant and not so wonderful, and then my actions speak for me as to my determination and commitment, or lack thereof.
Tomorrow is another day... thank god for tomorrows.
The only good thing about getting married in Alaska is that doing "out of the ordinary" here is almost expected. So, we are hiking to our favorite spot above Girdwood, AK, and getting married on the bridge over Winner Creek. That means, no dress, no heels, no wedding veil, no tossing the bouquet, no stress over not making weight and trying to vaseline my way into a dress there's no chance in hell I'd fit into now. My wedding pics will be filled of me in my signature red Merrill hiking boots and baggy shorts, sporting my camelbak hydration pack.
Pics or no pics, dress or no dress, I've still got to lose the weight. It's getting in the way of me enjoying my summer, my future marriage, my life! I don't have the energy to fill my weekends with activity. I know my hiney sure won't fit in a kayak if we pull them out in the next 3 weeks, and I DO have to actually be capable of finishing the hike in order to get married! I know he's not going to be able to carry me across the threshhold... asking him to carry me up the mountain is totally out of the question.
ARGH... where are those magic pills on the infomercials? Why haven't I heard about them on the Discovery Health channel? Why hasn't the news been reporting on the miracle of the "take it off in a day with no effort" pill that magically and effortlessly makes one thin overnight just by taking it before bedtime? OH, I remember... cause it doesn't EXIST!
I know it's all about me and the effort I put in. So far, no good.
I could go on about how I'm going to do better, how I'm committed to change my eating habits... but I have a sticker that I've had since high school that says it all... "People may not believe what you say, but they'll always believe what you do." So, I'll keep my lips shut, and just write about my actions from now on, triumphiant and not so wonderful, and then my actions speak for me as to my determination and commitment, or lack thereof.
Tomorrow is another day... thank god for tomorrows.
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