We finally got to making the taco meat tonight! Hubby did it for me...I was busy being a miserable lump, playing a game on the computer.
Brown the 97% lean ground beef, drain it, rinse it in hot water to get all the fat out of it, then simmer with the spices & stuff from the packet. Warm the tortilla for 20 seconds in the microwave, add 3/4 cup taco meat, and sprinkle with about 1/2 oz of shredded cheddar cheese, and voila- I'm stuffed, it had a nice kick, and I've got baggies of meat to do this 4 more times! I think I'll bring that for lunch tomorrow!
I got in a lot more water today- 4 full 24oz glasses. I need to get 5 in tomorrow, and it should be a better day for that. I haven't done any exercising tonight, and now that it's nearly 8:30, it's getting to late for me to do anything really active. Maybe spend 30 minutes with the resistance bands doing upper body. Yesterday around 2pm I got tired, and now today I'm just not motivated. I gotta kick this tomorrow morning- I have worked too hard to make exercise a part of every day, and it's too important to me to just sit back & say "well, what's one more day off."
Someone prod or tazer me- seriously. There's no reason for this.
I posted this in my journal, but thought I needed to put it out here as well- some good things, some stupid things...I wonder sometimes what's up with my head...I say I don't want people to comment, but then I get ticked when my little shadow feels the need to undermine what I'm doing.
Warning...this gets a little long & convoluted.
Today while having lunch at my desk (too much poop, too little time) one of the younger girls (she's 22 or 23) was asking me about working out, and is it safe to do legs every night at the gym. She does the bike for 10 minutes, the treadmill for 10 minutes, and then spends an hour doing her legs every single night. I showed her a few upper body moves from what I do (had to use a can of diet coke to show her....lol) and suddenly she looks at me like I'm Charles Atlas. I showed her the tricep kick backs, french press, overhead press. About a week ago I showed her some of the leg moves from the ShortCuts video I was using. Now, today, she tells me I should be a personal trainer. Sure- who's going to take health & fitness advice from a woman over 300 pounds? Come on...seriously. I just kinda laugh it off & say "I'm not there yet."
More people at work are noticing the weight loss, and I'm still really obsessive about not wanting them to say something to me, or to each other. It's like if saying it out loud is going to make is less real, and suddenly all the weight is going to immediately pop back out- like the Nutty Professor- I'm instantly going to bulge out 10" in each direction by someone noticing what I'm doing. Are extremely overweight usually this hypersensitive about their self-image, and the way others perceive them?
And, maybe this makes me a bad person, but when they ask me how much weight I lost, I tell them "I don't know...I'm really not keeping track" in order to avoid the whole topic. Sure, I got the working scale on 3/5- I know what I was then, and what I am now, and that there's a nice difference, but the last thing in the world I want these people to know is how much, where I started, etc, etc. It's so damn personal, but since it's visible, I guess they think that gives them the right to ask. Sigh!
Since I'm whining, I'll also mention my shadow...the one who feels the need to yap at my heels all the time. 2 things with her, actually.
First, she's one of those people who always has to be at the center of attention, or outdo someone else. If you stubbed your toe, she's got a broken foot. If it rained at your house last night, there was a hurricane directly over her house at the same time. If you've got cramps, well, she's been dragging her uterus on the ground behind her for the last 3 days... Nuff said? Well, the same 23 year old asking the questions complements me on the changes, and I said thank you....my shadow immediately pipes up with "And I lost 8 pounds & didn't have to do all this stuff Jennifer did" looking for the attention. She's full of crap, of course- she eats dinner out every single night, orders in for lunch, and to hear her talk, she's a medical marvel because with all her medical problems, she can't exercise, she can't do this, or that, but she can swim & use the recumbent bike. Whatever. I'm wrong, she's right. I'm apparently just doing this to tweak her, not because I don't want to have a stroke for my 32nd birthday, or end up with diabeties in the next year or two, or have knee surgery like my mom had to. I know what family stuff I'm up against, but crap, I don't go running around saying "I've got knees like blown glass...if you listen closely, you can hear the arthritis settling in & cracking things to pieces. Yup, medical marvel. Why isn't there something wrong with her damn mouth???
The second issue with this girl, is she insists on referring to this as "Jennifer's diet thing." Like she somehow doesn't understand that this has to be a permanent change in what I do- this isn't to drop 175 pounds and then go back to the same crap that got me here. I will not go out to lunch at sit-down restaurants every day. I will not be going to the pizza parlor & having an individual pizza & garlic rolls doused in olive oil. Or 6 Olive Garden breadsticks and fettucine alfredo. She doesn't understand, and I'm tired of repeating myself to her. This is who I am now. I eat right. I exercise. I make the best choice possible when faced with a situation that I'm not prepared for. I will order the chicken breast with nothing on it if I'm forced out, and no, I'm not going to plan a "cheat" day once a week so you can have your fix. If I'm going to have a bad meal, it's going to be planned in advance, and be with my husband, celebrating something like an anniversary, birthday, 1 year at my job, etc...not "Yay, it's Thursday!" Not doing it. I really want to tell her that if she doesn't like the "me" she's seeing, bail now, because this is how it's going to be going forward. I'm not looking back...I don't like who I was. I'm working on liking who I am now, and looking forward to enjoying who I am working hard to be. Is this little freakshow ever going to get it through her head? (Note- this woman is 42, she's 5', and 260 pounds. She's as round as she is tall, her face is so round from the added fat that you can't see her features- it's like she's overinflated...hard to describe. Know how men do that "tuck the pants under the gut" waistline? She does this, but insists on wearing tunic tops with that, or skin-tight button down ones that leave a nice white expanse of fat roll sticking out when she lifts her arms, or messes with her pants.)
Am I horrible because I'm fed up with this? I mean, jeez, I'm not her best buddy in the world- she clung to me when I started because everyone else was a relative in the office, and I've been nice to her for 1 year and 7 days, and she's sucking the will to live right out of me.
Ramble, Ramble, Ramble. I shouldn't wax philosophical before bed, when everything is getting a little muddled. Thanks for reading this mess, chickies. I'm glad I have you all to vent to. I'm going to go read in bed & see if that doesn't distract me. I promise, you'll have the better side of this Gemini tomorrow.
