accountability – Sweat & Sparkle

Pig Out All I can say this week is “Ugh.” The constant, non-stop, in-my-face temptations have gotten the best of me. All day long at work, there are cookies and sweets in the kitchen, and bowls of candy scattered everywhere. At home, we have leftover birthday cake and a stash of Halloween candy that appears to be magically replenishing itself, because it doesn’t seem to be getting any smaller, no matter how much gets eaten.

I skipped a workout one night earlier this week, convincing myself it was just a rest day after my long run on Sunday. Sure, my body probably really did need a rest, but let’s be real: I took a “rest day” so I could go out for pizza with my husband and stepson. It could have been worse. I stuck to one slice (granted, this place has huge slices), and I got a side salad instead of wings. But I also drank soda instead of unsweet tea and snagged quite a few of my husband’s french fries. So it was far, far from a low-calorie meal.

Add in the damn cookies at work, plus candy at home, and I am barely hanging on this week. All I want to do is eat, eat, eat! I don’t see any way to avoid a gain at this week’s weigh-in, which upsets me. I have consistently lost for months now.

I am not giving up, but I admit I don’t feel at all motivated right now. I keep fighting the evil little voice that is whispering to just give in, leap off that wagon, start over on Monday. But I don’t want a gain on Saturday. And if it’s inevitable, after the damage I have done already, then I at least want to minimize it.

Last night I did an Insanity workout, but I still feel like a bloated, fat pig. I hate feeling this way. I have been doing so well. Why on earth am I doing stupid things that are pushing me away from my goals?

The worst part is that sense of failure, that sliver of doubt creeping back in that maybe I really can’t do this. I need to banish those stupid thoughts right now. Of course I can do this. I’ve accomplished too much over the past few months to give in to thoughts like that.

I figured if I come here and admit how I am feeling, how I have been eating, it will push me to stick to my plan the rest of this week and just maybe squeak out a decent weigh-in! No more candy, no more cookies, and I will work out each day, whether I feel like it or not. I haven’t been working this hard to screw it up now, have I?

Accountability and Workouts

I forced myself to work out last night. It was pretty much the last thing I wanted to do, so I knew I wouldn’t make it through any high-intensity, crazy workout. I tried out a Youv2 workout on Beach Body on Demand. Ever hear of it? It’s Leandro, from Brazil Butt Lift, with a set of low-impact, beginner workouts:

I like the tag line, “Upgrade to a new version of you!” They’re good workouts for when I don’t want to work out, I know I’ll get pissy about a demanding workout, but I can still fit in 30 minutes of activity and know that I exercised, whether I wanted to or not.

I logged most of my food yesterday. I tend to be great at logging breakfast and lunch, then I don’t bother logging dinner. I set reminders on LoseIt so it nags me on my phone to go log dinner, damnit.

I’ve lapsed into that end-of-the-month, why-not-wait-until-the-new-month mentality, and it’s hard to break out of it. I’ve joined a weight loss challenge online that starts this weekend, and a fitness challenge on LoseIt that starts September 1st, but I don’t want to just slack off the next two days and see how much weight I can gain in a few more days.

No excuses! I am posting here, right now, for accountability: tomorrow evening is my younger stepson’s first football game, and I can’t wait. I will get home too late to work out in the evening, so I absolutely have to get up early and work out before work. I know I won’t want to, but I need to get active again, get back into my workout routine. So…hold me to it!

Check-In

I promised to check in today about whether I worked out yesterday evening. Well, I decided that scarfing down a quart of rocky road ice cream while plopped comfortably on the couch, watching hours of TV, was a far better plan for my night.

Just kidding! I did a 40-minute Turbo Fire workout online.

This is the second Chalene Johnson workout I just couldn’t get into. I loved Turbo Jam, but nothing she’s created since then lights my fire. Her cuing seems off, like she tells you what to do, after they have already started doing it. I am not the most coordinated individual on the planet, so I need plenty of warning when the movements are going to change, and what is coming up next.

I used to have her Chalene Extreme workout DVD set, but I sold it and at least got my money back. I laughed when I saw this review and discovered I am not the only person who was not a fan of the workouts, or the questionable workout attire: