Sistah Pat

Is it too early? Seems like I’ve had enough winter. Oughta be seeing some sunshine instead of this grey, drizzly rain.

My goal for today is to stick to healthy eating and WORK OUT. Yes, time to get back to the old treadmill and steps. I don’t think I have anything going on after school so I should be able to get home fairly early. Right now, I’ve gotta hit the shower. Weight is at 172.5 this morning.

4:15 - Just got home. It’s been snowing off and on all day but no accumulation. The temperature has been around 36 and everything is just melting and making everything sloppy. The wind is blowing and it’s nasty outside. I decided it’s a perfect day for soup so I stopped by Kroger and got the makings for onion soup. I’m going to saute the onions using Pam and top it with thin slices of french bread and fake parmesan or grated asiago since I have some from the other day. I also got turkey pastrami (low fat and low cal) and reduced fat swiss and lite wheat bread so I’m going to make some nice hot sandwiches to go with it. Although it’s all pretty healthy, I’m headed upstairs to workout. No sense in accumulating any more calories than I have to. Oughta be fun getting back into the workout routine. I see your comment about trying to get more walking in during the day, Heather, but that’s hard to do. I spend most of my day sitting at a desk or standing in front of a classroom. Not much time to walk. Even lunch is at my desk while I try to fix computers. Wish I could figure out a way to get more exercise at work.

Btw, I gave the Biggest Loser thing at work a lot of thought and came to the following conclusions: (you’ll notice a bit of the mathematician coming out in me)

I suggest all participants go to http://www.halls.md/ideal-weight/body.htm and enter their weight, age, and gender and click on “calculate”. The group can decide which of the standardized formulas to use although I’d suggest the People Choice Ideal Weight simply because it gives a specific weight as opposed to a range. It really doesn’t matter if anyone agrees or disagrees with the number but it provides a way to get a standardized number for every participant. Having found the ideal weight, they should subtract it from their present weight. This will be a specific number of pounds they’re trying to lose. Having found a set number for weight loss for each individual, it will be simple to divide the amount of weight they actually lose by the amount of weight they should lose to come up with a standardized percentage that takes age, gender, and current weight into consideration. The individual who comes up with the highest percentage takes the pot. Any comments? (guess I should stop rambling and start exercising).

5:30 - Did 15 minutes of warm up on the treadmill and then 30 minutes of step aerobics. Forgot all about my heart rate monitor until I’d been on the treadmill for ten minutes and went to check my pulse rate. Didn’t want to stop to come downstairs and get it but I think I did pretty good. Worked up a sweat and drank a bunch of water. It actually felt good to be moving again. Now…gotta get to that soup.

8:00 - Damn! Fighting that battle.

Do NOT go gentle into that good night. Oh, Dylan, how right you are.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Fought the battle all day long. Still…I need to get some success behind me and time invested. It’s got to become a habit again. It seems like temptation is everywhere. I fixed a healthy dinner but DH wanted me to put mozzarella on his onion soup and melt it under the broiler. All hot and bubbly. Looking at his soup and looking at mine, a paltry immitation with a thin little sliver of toast and fat-free parm instead of mozzarella. He wanted his sandwich grilled in butter and I told him he could do it himself. His was all toasted and grilled with generous slices of melted swiss on rye. Mine was cold and plain with fat-free fake swiss. I made it though. I stuck to my guns.

Didn’t expect an old friend of DS’s to come by with a late Christmas gift for DH and I since we were away over the holidays. His wife sent a tin full of assorted homemade bourbon balls, fudge, and candy and a platter of homemade cookies. Beautiful delicate things gently dipped in melted chocolate or lovingly decorated with colored icing. Lovely little mice with Hershey Kiss heads, almond slice ears, and bodies and tails composed of chocolate covered cherries and their stems. Flaky date pecan balls rich with butter and pecans and dusted with powdered sugar. Shit! DH is diabetic and can’t have them and I’m trying to get back on track. There’s a wicked little voice whispering, “What difference does it make? Really? You would have eaten them three days ago. You can start back on the diet tomorrow. What’s another day?”

I can’t throw them out and I can’t eat them. Oh, Dylan…help me rage. The night is calling…