This is a blog about me wanting to get in shape for myself, keeping my curves, and maybe venting about how much it can suck trying to be a Fat Bottomed Runner.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
By the Numbers
In order to truly know what a diet can do I felt like it was time to put it all on the line and go whole hog. And in my case, quite literally.
So I pulled out the measuring tape the morning before I started on the South Beach Diet, three days ago, I measured my upper arm, bust, high waist, stomach right at my belly button, hips/butt, and thighs.
I also hopped on the scale and ran my BMI.
All these numbers are scary and hopefully as high as they will ever be. So here is the base line, the start of the race, and the beginning of curbing the carb cravings.
As my body is trying to kick the carb addiction, I have been being as good as I can. I had a few glasses of wine at a wine work dinner, and a glass of sparkling at a work lunch today, but other than that I have been on the straight and narrow.
The worst temptation was the bag o' chips staring me in the face all day of the second day of the diet. But I did not yield. And for that I'm giving myself a gold star.
So I pulled out the measuring tape the morning before I started on the South Beach Diet, three days ago, I measured my upper arm, bust, high waist, stomach right at my belly button, hips/butt, and thighs.
I also hopped on the scale and ran my BMI.
All these numbers are scary and hopefully as high as they will ever be. So here is the base line, the start of the race, and the beginning of curbing the carb cravings.
As my body is trying to kick the carb addiction, I have been being as good as I can. I had a few glasses of wine at a wine work dinner, and a glass of sparkling at a work lunch today, but other than that I have been on the straight and narrow.
The worst temptation was the bag o' chips staring me in the face all day of the second day of the diet. But I did not yield. And for that I'm giving myself a gold star.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
A Start
The year is 2011 and yet again, loosing weight is on my resolution list.
So I started running and it sucks.
My body does not want to run, but it is my torture of choice. I even got ambitious and signed up for a 5K at the beginning of next month. I can't even run for two miles straight, but amazingly enough I'm crazy enough to think that in two weeks I will master 3.1 miles.
I can run for a mile, but the second is paved pain, and the third makes me weak in the knees. But with out a goal or a deadline I would still be behind the starting line.
I'm happy to say that I have lost some weight. 5 lbs in fact and at one point in time my scale said 9lbs. I didn't believe it. I hopped on the scale this morning and my total is indeed 5 lbs.
5 lbs is great. But I want more. I want a curve-o-licous body with my fat bottom rockin'.
So tomorrow I'm going to try Phase 1 of the South Beach diet, and for a girl that loves a fresh loaf of bread and works in wine, it is a serious step. No carbs or sugar or even fruit for two weeks. But I can do anything with God and support. 2 weeks is not forever.
But for tonight it's pizza and beer for dinner. I'm celebrating my one last night of food freedom.
So I started running and it sucks.
My body does not want to run, but it is my torture of choice. I even got ambitious and signed up for a 5K at the beginning of next month. I can't even run for two miles straight, but amazingly enough I'm crazy enough to think that in two weeks I will master 3.1 miles.
I can run for a mile, but the second is paved pain, and the third makes me weak in the knees. But with out a goal or a deadline I would still be behind the starting line.
I'm happy to say that I have lost some weight. 5 lbs in fact and at one point in time my scale said 9lbs. I didn't believe it. I hopped on the scale this morning and my total is indeed 5 lbs.
5 lbs is great. But I want more. I want a curve-o-licous body with my fat bottom rockin'.
So tomorrow I'm going to try Phase 1 of the South Beach diet, and for a girl that loves a fresh loaf of bread and works in wine, it is a serious step. No carbs or sugar or even fruit for two weeks. But I can do anything with God and support. 2 weeks is not forever.
But for tonight it's pizza and beer for dinner. I'm celebrating my one last night of food freedom.
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