Keeping track

So last week (or around that time) Brooke (of Brooke: Not On A Diet) posted that she was starting up a challenge about getting back to basics. Basics of tracking and weight loss and all that. She had a facebook group and so I joined.

And for the first time in probably FOREVER I tracked everything I ate. I counted all my points and didn’t go over once. I worked out 3 times and didn’t even cheat. That alone was a big deal for me. I had hoped to lose a decent amount, but it was 0.8 pounds. Of course at first I got mad. I was really angry.

But I thought about it and realized it didn’t really matter. The fact was that I didn’t even WANT to cheat. I was sick and tired of eating junk food. I was sick and tired of, in fact, feeling sick and tired. So it was 0.8 pounds. Great. That’s a start. I’m going to continue and move on and maybe next week it will be a bigger loss.

Friday nights and Sunday nights have been really tough for me. But I made it through them. Last night I didn’t even WANT to eat pizza or ice cream. I actually got Arctic Zero at Whole Foods and that was amazing. No, it wasn’t Ben and Jerry’s but I didn’t need that. I would rather have something that is 150 calories over something that is 1200 calories. And I didn’t have to worry about it the next day.

Plus? I think TOM is around the corner. She’s always a bitch.

When I’m Ready

Besides being the worst blogger in the world, life has been pretty good for me.  I made a promise to myself that I was going to post more and I hope that I do. I hate that I used to be a much better blogger. I really want to be. I’m just so not into anymore. I read so many awesome blogs and I’m just not that person right now.

Yesterday I got to see my BEST FRIEND IN THE WORLD for the first time in NINE years. We’ve known each other for 25 years. She lives a million miles away in Missouri, but we still keep in touch. The last time she was here was 2004. I hope to make it out there next summer. I haven’t been since I was 15.

ResizedImage_1378253721226(1)This was outside the pizza place we used to walk to all the time. It was such a blast to see her again. I didn’t realize how much I missed her until we were saying goodbye. Seriously.

Last week I was so awesome with my workouts. This week? Not so much so far. I’m trying. It’s a slow process. I even worked out at night a couple times last week. And the week before. I know, who am I?! This week I don’t see that happening. But, maybe. I don’t know.

I’m not dwelling on the lack of weight loss or anything like that anymore. When I’m ready, it will happen. I’m happy being me and happy in our house and happy I have a job and happy that I do exercise and that I’m healthy even though I’m overweight. I have family and friends that love me for me and that is really all that matters.  I don’t binge anymore, I just make poor food choices at times and I know that. I know I’m human and when the time is right, I lose the weight again. I know it. I know what to do and I’ll do it. When I’m ready.