It's all about me, me, me.

Yep, that's me sometime in the beginning part of June. I have been having huge body issues, probably because I have huge body issues. I have been working to loose weight since Peanut Butter was born. I did extremely well in the beginning probably losing around 60 or so pounds and then I hit the plateau and then I creeped back upward. I did this while exercising and felt like I was banging my head against the wall when I wasn't getting anywhere. A friend at work and I discuss what workouts we do and such and I was telling her what I do and she said why aren't you losing a ton of weight and then I said it. "I eat through every calorie I burn." She said she looks at the treadmill and how many calories she burns and says, I am not eating anything that will destroy what work I just did. I mulled this over for a few days, along with her asking me if I wanted to do a 5k, and thought, "crap, I really need to put my priorities in order here. I cannot keep eating a box of milk duds because I did the Shred today. I cannot be pissed that I am not losing any weight when I am not changing more of my bad habits." 

I have really been working on my eating habits. I have been trying to be very portion conscious and have been trying to eat more protein and fiber. Apples and real peanut butter are now my milk duds and cookies. It also helps that I have been short on cash and cannot afford to buy the crap. I have really been working on my running. I used to have the mind set, just get me through this mile and I'll be good. I now hate when I walk at a mile. I have basically given up trying to run with the jogger too. It has become way to hard with PB because one, she weighs a lot more than last year, and two, she won't sit so I am constantly stopping to let her out or back in. This has limited my options to running when J is home or the Y has child care. It was very different for me to actually run with out the jogger and I was surprised at how much the interval training on the treadmill has given my endurance a kick in the hinder. I have also been putting more into the Shred actually focusing on the moves instead of trying to get through the sucker. I comment to J that I was starting to get some guns and he laughed. Sigh, what can I do.

Today I was on the treadmill and it sucked, I couldn't get a speed, I was way to worried about time and miles and why the close caption wasn't working. I did get 3 miles in in 36 min,  running and walking, which is my PR right now, but I wasn't happy with it. I ended up walking another 10 min since I had to see if USA  hockey would beat Russia in the Lake Placid Olympics. And then cleaned up my machine sobbing because they did. Yes, I had seen Miracle before, but it always gets me. So anyway, I wanted to get something out of my trip to the Y, so I went and weighed myself and did a little dance when I got off the scale. It is moving, and moving in the right direction. Maybe if the closed caption had been working when this speech was on I would have done better, but now I will just have to remember it is my time now.

I have also been trying to work on J, but he came home the other day with a huge store brand bag of sugar smacks trying to explain the healthiness of the 11 added vitamins and minerals, yet getting pissy when I read the first three ingredients: sugar, wheat, corn syrup. Sigh, it is going to take a lot.