Metaphorical, I assure you. Yes, I got a metaphorical boo boo this week. I bought a whole bunch of food for the week in an effort to start planning my meals (thank you, Whitney for the idea). Monday night’s dinner was a healthy-ish take on shepherd’s pie. I used extra lean meat and a lot less cheese than the recipe called for. Well, I should have bought some fresh meat. This is where my glorious story begins.
So there I was, whipping up a batch of meat to put in the pie. I cooked it thoroughly before putting it in the oven to marry the flavors together. However, I think the meat may have gone south while in my freezer (it had been there for months) because I ended up with food poisoning. This is the one time I’m glad my son didn’t eat my cooking.
I have been down with food poisoning symptoms (I’ll save you the agony of having to read what they are) for more than 48 hours and the smell of food is still throwing me into fits of nauseousness.
Today is the first day that I’ve been able to get anything done. I haven’t even been able to think about exercising. While I’m still not at 100%, I feel like I can move around without needing to crawl to get to where I want to go.
Food’s attempt to take me out has failed and I will be back on the trails very soon. Good luck to everyone
I got the photo from here
I don’t know about anyone else out there but a big reason why it’s taken me this long to get started on my fitness goals is a “hate” child between sheer laziness and being overly critical of myself. My inner voice sounds like R Lee Ermey from Full Metal Jacket and until very recently, my body was like Gomer Pyle.
When I decided to lose weight and get healthy, I thought (for some reason) it would be easy to eat right and reach my goals. The first two weeks were awesome: I was going to the gym every other day and swore off soda and junk food. Then, it happened: we ran out of food at the house. Easy fix, store time. However, I was very hungry. Worst combination ever. I hate shopping when I haven’t had anything to eat. Impulse buys up the wazoo.
Here’s when the slide started. I skipped a few days (two weeks) of exercising and slowly fell off the wagon of eating right. My inner voice was yelling at me in that oh so familiar voice and my body shut down and I felt like I couldn’t do anything right. It got worse and worse minute by minute. Honestly, I just powered through a big bag of fritos. Right now, I feel depressed and hate myself the way I used to in the days of failed workout regiments past.
Luckily, I found a wonderful support system in my sister-in-law. No judgements and inspirational words (and a slight kick in the butt) are what I need to get me out of this funk. However, I’m learning that this push can’t come from just my wonderful sister-in-law, it has to come from within myself. My drill sergeant inner voice is a good thing to have, it’s my pudgy no-goodnik mind and body that need to shape up, in a word: willpower.
In order to get my goals back on track, I will be going for morning fun run with my sister and my wonderful double stroller (filled with children). This will hopefully give me the spur I need to get going forward.
I will leave you with some inspirational words.
So a few weeks ago, I was thinking about different ways that I could make my weight loss journey more fun and fulfilling. After about an hour of racking my brain, I had a light bulb moment: Run a 5k. It’s so simple. Run my way into a smaller pants size.
So I look on the internet for 5ks being held in my area and I come across one that is right around the corner. Run for the Zoo is held every year and it benefits the Albuquerque Biopark. I love animals, I need to get in shape: It’s a match that’s been sauteed in awesome sauce (which is fat-free and tastes like bacon).
I signed up and decided that I needed to get a personal trainer. HA! I’m not going to pay for a personal trainer. That’s why I got the Couch to 5k app on my kindle. It helps a lot and keeps me on target.
I also do some on-the-side jogging with my double-wide stroller. My kids love to get out and it helps me reach my goals.
Well folks, here they are: my starting photos. It still looks like I’m still pregnant. Oh well, everyone has to start somewhere. Starting weight 219 lbs.