I can’t say it has been a solid two months of getting in shape but I am however being consistent. I am finally noticing a change in my
fleshy anatomy body and my poundage weight is down by 12 numbers on the scale. And regardless if I have a few days of “unhealthy” eating it stays steadily at that weight. My next goal will be another 10 pounds and to have it regulated at that weight as well. I do this so that the chances of gaining the weight back are less likely to sneak up on me.
I will be the first to admit that I loathe going to the gym. Especially if it’s at 4:30 in the morning. My body just does not know how to operate in that kind of manner anytime before noon. I will take a 5 hour energy, get to the gym at 4:45, and when I get back home sometimes go right back to sleep. No joke. Other days I am up, showered, and waiting for the kids to wake up. Thankfully those early morning gym times aren’t everyday.
A couple days ago my workout partner and I attempted a new
torture device exercise machine
It’s working great don’t you agree? Oh whoops that’s not me. Anyway that’s what the machine kind of looks like and let me tell you every muscle from my neck to my ass hurts. I was a walking conglomeration of Salonpas last night even after a hot epsom salt bath and a
gallon jug bottle of wine. And today isn’t any different only I no longer smell like medicinal mint and I am out of wine…again.
Relationship to food…
Who in their right mind doesn’t have a love for food? Yes I realize that those who struggle with eating disorders may have a different view about food but thankfully I have never had any type of eating disorder. I do however have a long list of other disorders. But let’s stick to the subject at hand here shall we?
I love everything about food…except having to shop for it as I have written before.
I watch endless amounts of cooking shows to help improve my culinary skills. I even save some of them to my DVR to have reference to when needed. I have so many recipes pinned on my Pinterest that every time I try to look one up I spend more time scrolling to locate it then I actually do preparing it.
If I am hungry then I also get super cranky and become a
crazed lunatic angry human in 2.5 seconds if food does not quickly come in contact with my mouth. I am talking PMS related cranky with a side of psychotic behavior….more then my usual psychotic conduct. And if we go to a restaurant and there is too much of a wait I will insist that we get back in the car and drive to another location…which yes I realize is a catch 22 because sometimes it can take longer deciding where else we want to go and then traveling to said destination instead of just waiting at the first preference.
My favorite food to
inhale indulge, until I have to unbutton my pants, is Sushi. Here in Nevada we are a bit spoiled because most sushi places in the city are “all you can eat”. And I consume well over my “all you can shove in your mouth eat” price. Even talking about it right now my mouth is literally watering. **wipes drool off the keyboard** My Little B Man loves it too. I ate sushi during my entire pregnancy…yes I know they say you aren’t suppose to but what do you think the Japanese do? Stop eating sushi while pregnant? Heck no and look how smart they are. Little B Man is well above his age spectrum as well and literally will take a raw piece of salmon and shove it in his mouth just like his mama. I really don’t know if his being smart, and me eating sushi while pregnant, has any relation but I was simply stating he came out fine.
Now as for the loving food but not wanting to be fat is simple. It has nothing to do with looks but more with health. I have a long line of “weight related” illnesses in my gene pool and well I really don’t want to be another statistic. This is the main reason I have recently decided to make a change and start exercising. I really don’t eat much bad food. (wine doesn’t count) But I am falling short on being more active. This doesn’t mean that I constantly deprive myself from “goodies” but I believe everything should be within moderation….again wine doesn’t count.
For The Love Of Food,
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