6

I'm down 6 pounds since Memorial Day. That's a good thing, and I can already tell. My stomach feels flatter and the love handles are starting to diminish.

Today I have to teach kickboxing at noon, and Elizabeth and I are training with Shaun after work. It won't be fun. He tortured us last week, and I was sore for days. Today is going to be tough, but I'll muddle through somehow. Last week when we were doing tricep dips off the bench, Elizabeth said, "hey, if this isn't a good reason to lose weight (as in, the less you weigh, the less you have to lift yourself up), I don't know what is!"

Amen, sister!

4

I'm down four pounds since last week, which is a good thing. If I can drop another 8-10, I'd feel even better. Tonight I start my "buddy" personal training sessions at the Y with my friend, Elizabeth. Shaun will be our trainer for 5 sessions. When he asked what we wanted or where we wanted to focus, I just said, "kick our butts." I'm sure he will, and I'll be grateful for it.

Pet Walk

Kelly and I did the Pet Walk on Saturday, with proceeds going to the Bay Area Humane Society. I was a little worried about how she would do around the hundreds of dogs, (seeing as she doesn't really like other dogs), but she did very well. As long as I kept her moving and close to me and some mutt wasn't trying to sniff her butt during a water break, she was fine!

She didn't have any trouble with the 3.1-mile walk, and even had energy to spare!

Move More, Eat a Little Less

I stepped on the scale this morning for the first time in several, several weeks.
Yikes!
I wasn't surprised. When I don't work out as much and insist on needing ice cream or cheetos or popcorn before going to bed, I'm going to gain weight. It's that simple. I need to drop a good 10 pounds, and 15 would be ideal.

My (free!) Y membership has been useless, and I feel sluggish. Pants that use to be loose are now fitting well, and pants that fit well are becoming a little more snug.

Not good.
Oh sure, I'd like to think that since I was teaching a strength class that maybe I was gaining some muscle, and maybe that's true, but I also know my clothes don't lie.
So I'm going to do something I should've done awhile back: set some goals!

I'm not going to count calories or fat grams or carbs or measure my food. I'm not going to get caught up on sizes or ounces or eating a slab of chicken the size of my palm. That's never worked for me. With me, there is no magical equation. I simply need to move more and eat a little less.

I've never been one to focus hugely on weight. I want my clothes to feel good, I want energy, I want toned muscles and I want to feel strong. I've always focused on how I've "felt."

I have the basics down. I eat well, and I substitute when I need to (mustard for mayonnaise, yogurt for sour cream). I rarely drink soda and drink lots of water. I've cut back on coffee and started drinking green and black tea. If I know I'm going out for pizza at dinner, I eat a salad for lunch. I eat from the four food groups, and probably eat more fruits and veggies than ever before. My cholesterol and blood pressure are great. I just need to move more and eat a little less, especially less of the stuff I don't need.

When I was in my heyday I was at the Y at least 4 times a week, and I didn't worry about what I ate. When I work out, I eat better. When I work out, I feel better.

These are my goals. Not for a week. Not for a month. Not for 6 months, but for life. If I follow this, I will feel like my old, energetic self again.

1. Record what you eat (either on the blog, notebook or email)
2. Drink lots of water
3. Get to the Y or teach a class at least 4 times a week (at least 30 minutes)
4. Get in some daily activity (yardwork, housework, walk dog, etc)
5. Have fun, love yourself, be kind, flirt with boys, and continue to live your life to the fullest.

:)