Ok, so now that I got the good stuff out, I can respond.
Angie- with the bike goal thing...at first I thought 100 miles was a totally ridiculous number...really daunting, and then I whipped out the calendar & actually looked at what it would take to get that. First I figured with just work days, taking weekends off, it would be 4.35 miles a day...and then, figuring I could do 15 minutes a dayo n the weekends, it would be 3.23 miles a day to get to the 100 miles, which is really doable...so I'm shooting for the moon there.
Lucy- I'd like to see that recipe...that, and the modeling pics! We didn't forget about those
2sw33t- accountability is an amazing thing, isn't it? If you put it out here, it's like you're obligated, no matter what. LOL- that definitely keeps me on the straight & narrow path, because I don't want to have to come back & report that I didn't do what I planned. (Ok, maybe I'm a little hard on myself..lol) And the exercise sure does make me hungry- I've noticed over the past 4 days, the more exercise I do, the more I'm getting hungry between meals, so I think I need to add a little bit more protein & just a teeny bit of fat to get things back in line.
Julie- oooh, new undies and skirt...don't you love that "new bra smell?" LOLOL- ok, yeah, I'm punchy now. Hee hee. Awesome job with your day free of sugar. That's one of the hardest demons to beat- the dang sugar beasties know how to get to us. Just yesterday, I brought home a piece of cake for hubby (they had a "going away party" here in the building for another dept that my hubby works with) and that damn icing was talking to me the whole way home. I had a finger full of icing, in front of hubby, so that was my "transgression" with sugar. And it wasn't even that good.
Blush...my "goal oriented" habits are basically because I've got a long road ahead. I've got a lot to lose, so unless I set little goals, month by month, etc, I'd be so overwhelmed looking at this 2 year stretch ahead of me. You look at 2 years & it seems like forever, but you know you can get through one week. And then you say to yourself that you can definitely do it for a month...and before you know it, you're at the end of your journey, and you made it! At least that's my approach, and anyone who wants to join me for their portion of the trip, I'm happy to have such wonderful company.
Mary- First of all, thank you for my "new name" Mamma Jennifer...lol- I gotta keep all my "kids" here in line, don't I? LOL. The Muppet theme- I'm the weird one, so if I were a muppet, I'd probably end up being Gonzo. Or Beaker, since I do have a huge streak of Geek in me. LMAO! And now you know I'm gonna have to tell everyone about why my butt hates you so much...LOL (((Mary)))
Okay, gang..Mary & I have been challenging each other with the exercise bit...when she doesn't feel like doing hers, I get on her, and then she curses at me while she's doing it. With the whole bike thing...I was enjoying it, but it was my butt protesting, so my a** was cursing her out, big time! LOL! I know, I'm weird. I'll admit it. But it's working, and keeping us motivated, and I think that's the benefit to my type of insanity.
Oh- and everyone, back me up on this....Mary- you have inches lost, despite this stress, and alternative schedule...you're doing this with so many obstacles stacked against you. I've read articles that say that the hormones/endorphines you produce when under stress actually inhibit weight loss, because when you are that stressed out, the body is holding onto any fat because of the whole fight/flight response ingrained in us. So keep working on the exercise portion...get your body to relax...and when the job situation is resolved, and a big portion of your stress is gone, you are going to see a change- I am absolutely certain!
Jeez, I am long winded today! LOL...but I guess that's what happens when I miss a whole day!
Anyway, to catch up with my events:
Day from **** yesterday- anything that could fall apart, did, taking away any opportunity I had to peek in here. Bleah. Got home, and I did the yoga/pilates tape that came with my mat & ball. I was disappointed. I could do a lot of it, but it didn't feel like I was doing anything other than stretching. So, I felt guilty. After the yoga, I had dinner, and it just kept at me, that here I spent an hour "working out" and it was no different than if I had gotten up out of bed, yawned & did 3 minutes of stretching.
Well, sadistic me, I said, ok, lemme get on the bike and do 15 minutes, so that I feel like I got my heart rate up. Well, 15 minutes felt good, and I was near the 4 mile mark, so I changed my mind & decided to go for 5 miles. 5 miles was right about 18 minutes, so I pushed it to 25 minutes, which was over 8 miles, and that's when I said, heck, I'm going to do 10 miles. I slowed the pace down to keep in the "fat burning" heart rate range (for me, it's 122-138) and finished my 10 miles at 35 minutes, 30 seconds.
Course, I finished, and had to report to Mary that my a** was screaming her name...I was fine all the while I was sitting, but then try to get up when your a** wants to stay behind. Hah- behind...lol- I kill me today. It was like, "No, you go ahead & go work on the computer...I'll stay here & wait."
So, I think I'm developing an addiction. To my bike. I'm having fantasies about a bike that really moves...that if I can do this well sitting still, maybe in 50 pounds or so, maybe I'll want to ride outside...maybe hubby & I can go on bike rides... When I get up, the bike is right there, on my side of the bed. When I go to sleep, it's right there, with my sneakers & leggins folded on the seat. I gaze longingly at the bike...wanting to climb on for "just a few minutes" knowing that 10 minutes isn't going to be enough. I'm a shamless bike hussy. LOL.
Okay, lunch is long over, I've been peeking in here to finish up, and I need to get this posted. Have a wonderful Wednesday everyone!