My "Biggest Loser" group host was sick this week so we could not weigh in. Darn! Actually, I had lost five pounds since the last weigh-in but somehow gained a couple back over the week. It is truly one of the hardest things to be on a regular eating and workout schedule when your days are so hectic and scattered. I'll give you an example. A good Wednesday looks like this: Wake up at 6:30 a.m. and drag myself into warm clothes. Take my vitamins and attempt to drink my apple cider vinegar concoction before brushing my teeth. Grab my dog Dosey and my mom's service dog Arkin and take them for a 15 minute walk. Head to the gym and do a half hour of interval then get to Zumba class (my favorite...Latin dance aerobics!) by 8:30, in the shower by 9:05. Then off to the Natural Marketplace and work from 10 to 3 (and be so busy I barely eat anything other than some leftover kale/parsley/garlic juice if I'm "lucky"). Head home, change, feed the dogs, and head to work at Claire's by 4:30. Wait on tables and have to smell delicious food the entire time (and be tempted by any "here try this before you serve it" delicacy). Get off around 10, go home, try to spend time with Billy and then pass out.
Granted, not every day looks like that. Fridays are even crazier. So I guess my biggest issue right now is learning how to balance eating right, getting enough exercise, and my insane schedule. What usually ends up happening is that I have all good intentions, but something inevitably messes me up. I'll lose a couple pounds and then gain a few back. There's always an excuse...I didn't want to get up early to go to for my walk. I didn't have time to eat breakfast (best fuel of the day). I couldn't bear to wear the black pants with the giant hole in the thigh to the gym again. Whatever!
The last sixteen days have really forced me to take a good hard look at my actions, and their reactions. Leaving my full time job--where I could eat on schedule and walk my dog on my hour lunch break-is what spun me into this part-timer oblivion. But I know I cannot use that as an excuse much longer. I just have to learn to deal with it until I figure out the next step.
Today (Saturday) was my only "me" day of the week. It's the day I can sleep in, run errands, workout, and have some time to myself. I decided I didn't want to go to the gym, but knew I had to get my pulse up somehow. So I carted Dosey down to the park where I attempted to run (ok, walk/jog) around the path a few times. Dosey didn't like it much more than I did but we managed. After that, I tied her leash to a bench in the pavilion and did some body weight exercises....pushups, dips, planks, lunges, etc. I have to say it felt pretty good. I was on a natural high when I left the park. Having my new I-Touch music totally helped. I have always been a music lover but a bit behind the times when it comes to technology. So doing some end-of-workout yoga to the sound of The Grateful Dead was a major bonus.
Tomorrow will be a challenge because Sundays with Billy always are, but I handled it well last weekend. Still haven't had a drop of alcohol since New Years and it's been a lot easier than I thought, even on Sundays. I allowed myself a little "fun food" and didn't workout, but I was able to maintain pretty good form. So I'm not too concerned about tomorrow. I am learning to deal. Learning as I go.
As for next week, my goal is to start eating breakfast again no matter how hard it is. And also to not eat the hot, buttery, and generally delightful rolls at Claire's during my Tuesday and Wednesday shifts. Hopefully by Thursday at my weigh-in, I will get to see those pounds back off for good. Getting healthy is most definitely a learning experience. If I was being graded, would I try harder? What do you think?
Published On: January 22, 2010