Good Morning!
So I have been back to see my friend Bikram (well his yogi's).. twice more since my last post. I dreaded going each day but I have to say in the end I am proud I went. With each class I get better, stronger, and more focused. It is crazy how quickly I can feel my body changing.
I was noticing yesterday the muscle tone in my legs, ... I actually have some! I feel stronger.. how is that possible after just 3 classes?
This past week I have been super focused on losing again, and was down almost 6 lbs Friday. But as of this morning it was back up to a 4lb loss for the week. It really doesn't surprise me, as stated above, I feel my body changing, I feel fat being turned to muscle. I am ok with that. I know that once the muscle is there the fat comes off much easier and quicker.
So my totals of this challenge so far:
Since last fall: 38lbs
Since I started this blog: 30lbs
Latest BL Challenge: 22lbs
I was stuck at 18 for the longest time, it seems my body just needed to change things up a little. Do you find change helps you stay focused or get to your goal quicker?
Have a great day!
Monday, June 6, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Lier Lier & My Panties were on Fire
So, I know I said I was going to get better at blogging... I lied. I got worse I think.
To say the least, I have been burnt out. Business has really picked up, and personal health issues have slowed down my Oomph.
Here's the thing I have learned about myself this week. When bad news comes, I give myself 3 choices. One: Eat myself numb to stop the feelings
Two: Ignore and move on (actually I am not sure I have ever been able to do this)
Three: Do something to make myself stronger
For the first week of my scare I ate.. Not terribly, but each day I would have some dark chocolate when I started to feel anything. This week when the scare got a little worse, I decided to change my attitude.
My attitude now is, if indeed my body will need to fight a good battle to heal then I need it to be in tip top shape, and mentally I need to be able to focus, I need to learn that I have amazing abilities inside of myself.
The phone call came on Wednesday evening. I had a cry, hugged my hubby, called my mom, and then went to the computer and printed off a groupon I bought months ago for hot yoga. I got in the car and I started to drive, with the hockey game on I assumed there would be no traffic. Nope, I made it 1 exit on the highway in 40 minutes. So I came home. I think now, that it was probably best.
Last night rolled around and I was ready (or so I thought). I left a little earlier and I drove to North Van and I cashed in my groupon.
I attended my first Bikrams Yoga. I won't lied, I hated every 90 minutes of it. I thought I was going to pass out, throw up, fail. I did have to stop and just lay still a few times, and I was not good at any of the poses by any means. But I stayed. I did the 90 minutes. (Although I think I stampeded out of the room faster than I could think once the class was over).. Ahh fresh air. The teacher & the regulars said it was hotter than normal... perhaps they are trying to keep my hopes up for next class, so I'll come back.
I really didn't think I would make it through the 90 minutes, I even sat there and tried to convince myself to leave.. little "shoulder Aly" kept saying "just quit, you'll never come back anyway, who cares what they all think..." I don't know how, but somehow I mustered up the power to stay. I won a small battle against myself.
I am sure my car will forever have a humidity problem, due to my hot body & sweaty mess...and for the first hour after the class, I was still hating it thinking of how I will never go back... and then a strange thing happened... the next hour that followed, my body was more alive than I had ever felt it. It tingled, it was awake, it was happy. I was happy. I was proud of myself, and this morning when I woke up after only 6 hours of sleep, I was awake. I still had that same energy I had last night, and I have to tell you, it is the most energy I have had for the past month.
I did something I didn't think I could do, and in the end it felt great.
I now know I can take anything on, and I beat it. It may suck during, but the end result is fantastic.
And yes, I plan on going back tonight.
To say the least, I have been burnt out. Business has really picked up, and personal health issues have slowed down my Oomph.
Here's the thing I have learned about myself this week. When bad news comes, I give myself 3 choices. One: Eat myself numb to stop the feelings
Two: Ignore and move on (actually I am not sure I have ever been able to do this)
Three: Do something to make myself stronger
For the first week of my scare I ate.. Not terribly, but each day I would have some dark chocolate when I started to feel anything. This week when the scare got a little worse, I decided to change my attitude.
My attitude now is, if indeed my body will need to fight a good battle to heal then I need it to be in tip top shape, and mentally I need to be able to focus, I need to learn that I have amazing abilities inside of myself.
The phone call came on Wednesday evening. I had a cry, hugged my hubby, called my mom, and then went to the computer and printed off a groupon I bought months ago for hot yoga. I got in the car and I started to drive, with the hockey game on I assumed there would be no traffic. Nope, I made it 1 exit on the highway in 40 minutes. So I came home. I think now, that it was probably best.
Last night rolled around and I was ready (or so I thought). I left a little earlier and I drove to North Van and I cashed in my groupon.
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| When I bent down the sweat dripped into my nose.. no joke. |
I attended my first Bikrams Yoga. I won't lied, I hated every 90 minutes of it. I thought I was going to pass out, throw up, fail. I did have to stop and just lay still a few times, and I was not good at any of the poses by any means. But I stayed. I did the 90 minutes. (Although I think I stampeded out of the room faster than I could think once the class was over).. Ahh fresh air. The teacher & the regulars said it was hotter than normal... perhaps they are trying to keep my hopes up for next class, so I'll come back.
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| Not me.. but I swear I had 2 gallons more sweat & my face looked like a tomato for 3 hours afterwards |
I really didn't think I would make it through the 90 minutes, I even sat there and tried to convince myself to leave.. little "shoulder Aly" kept saying "just quit, you'll never come back anyway, who cares what they all think..." I don't know how, but somehow I mustered up the power to stay. I won a small battle against myself.
I am sure my car will forever have a humidity problem, due to my hot body & sweaty mess...and for the first hour after the class, I was still hating it thinking of how I will never go back... and then a strange thing happened... the next hour that followed, my body was more alive than I had ever felt it. It tingled, it was awake, it was happy. I was happy. I was proud of myself, and this morning when I woke up after only 6 hours of sleep, I was awake. I still had that same energy I had last night, and I have to tell you, it is the most energy I have had for the past month.
I did something I didn't think I could do, and in the end it felt great.
I now know I can take anything on, and I beat it. It may suck during, but the end result is fantastic.
And yes, I plan on going back tonight.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Hello Old Friend
I have to admit, I am off the ball & the blog train.. I have been still doing my best at weigh loss... Regardless of the lack of blogs.
Well there is some non truth to that, I was really sick, my cold turned to bronchitis, and then pneumonia. So after a week of heavy duty antibiotics, I can breath again. Here's the crazy thing, I gained weight for a few days by not eating more than soup. However it left quickly after I started eating again.. but while I was sick I was not really dieting intentionally.
However I have been back at it this week and I am down 34lbs since last fall, 26 since January's first Biggest Loser competition, and 18 since this newest competition started.
Is it just me or do others have this issue.. My body seems to get stuck at just over the next goal.. What I mean is every time I get close to breaking into the next set of 10's (150,160,170,180 etc..) I get stuck at the 1.. so if I want to be 179 just to feel what its like to be in the 170's... I get stuck at 181 FOR WEEKS..up down, up down, stay the same.. I am stuck right now. Is that just me or do others get that?
The other thing I know for sure is when I start a new diet I am SO strict for the first 2 weeks, and as time passes I get less strict with myself, I will have a bite of this or that, allow a glass of wine here or there, have a piece of chocolate because I can't stop thinking about it.. and I know that this is healthy & normal... I just wish I was one of those super competitive people who see a goal and can't deviate until I reach it.
I am so easy to sway.. It's amazing I am not an alcoholic or drug attic. Actually I am and it's called food. I am addicted to food, but I think I have detoxed the sugar addiction. I had a bite the other day of regular (not dark) and it was so sweet I couldn't eat it. So yahh me!!
Anyway, I will try to get better at blogging as I really do see the difference in the scale when I blog, I think it keeps me more honest on top of myself, or maybe it's giving me 5 minutes a day to focus on me.
Well there is some non truth to that, I was really sick, my cold turned to bronchitis, and then pneumonia. So after a week of heavy duty antibiotics, I can breath again. Here's the crazy thing, I gained weight for a few days by not eating more than soup. However it left quickly after I started eating again.. but while I was sick I was not really dieting intentionally.
However I have been back at it this week and I am down 34lbs since last fall, 26 since January's first Biggest Loser competition, and 18 since this newest competition started.
Is it just me or do others have this issue.. My body seems to get stuck at just over the next goal.. What I mean is every time I get close to breaking into the next set of 10's (150,160,170,180 etc..) I get stuck at the 1.. so if I want to be 179 just to feel what its like to be in the 170's... I get stuck at 181 FOR WEEKS..up down, up down, stay the same.. I am stuck right now. Is that just me or do others get that?
The other thing I know for sure is when I start a new diet I am SO strict for the first 2 weeks, and as time passes I get less strict with myself, I will have a bite of this or that, allow a glass of wine here or there, have a piece of chocolate because I can't stop thinking about it.. and I know that this is healthy & normal... I just wish I was one of those super competitive people who see a goal and can't deviate until I reach it.
I am so easy to sway.. It's amazing I am not an alcoholic or drug attic. Actually I am and it's called food. I am addicted to food, but I think I have detoxed the sugar addiction. I had a bite the other day of regular (not dark) and it was so sweet I couldn't eat it. So yahh me!!
Anyway, I will try to get better at blogging as I really do see the difference in the scale when I blog, I think it keeps me more honest on top of myself, or maybe it's giving me 5 minutes a day to focus on me.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
THEY FIT THEY FIT
I am officially 2 sizes smaller than I was in February and 4 sizes smaller since last fall (If you count each number as a size).
I have been looking at my body naked in the mirror lately, and not hating what I see. I mean I still have my Mom jelly belly and I am not toned by any means, but I am starting to take the shape of what I consider to be a "normal" looking woman. It's as though I am peeling layers off, I have a few more to go but I can now start to see what I am going to look like at the end of this journey. It is a really good feeling.
My sister gave me some lululemon shorts a few months back that were to big for her and she said that when I hit that size they would look great on me. Well I was sure I could fit them then, but much to my demise they could barely get over my arse.
This morning while cleaning out my closet for the Canadian Diabetes's pick up tomorrow, I came across the shorts. And THEY FIT! and they fit well. They do look good, my sister was right! I am so happy the sun is shining in the lower mainland these days, these legs of mine just may get shown off for Mothers Day :)
I continued to try on other things, such as the size 18 jeans I bought last fall (that were tight when I bought them) and I can now easily pull them on and off without undoing a button or a zipper.. very cool. Oh an my scrubs fit!! I bought a pair of scrub pants probably 15 years ago from a vintageshop in Victoria and I loved them so much, that even though I grew out of them with my first pregnancy, I never had the heart to discard them. And today when I tried them on.. THEY TOTALLY FIT...
FYI to my neighbours, I do realize they are practically see through, but I do plan on wearing this as my home uniform.. so if you'd like a show "come and knock on my door".. Sorry got the theme of three's company stuck in my head..
all right, back to work, back to laundry & back to purging my closet of 16 & 18 sized clothes... on a related note, anyone have size 14 they are purging?
I have been looking at my body naked in the mirror lately, and not hating what I see. I mean I still have my Mom jelly belly and I am not toned by any means, but I am starting to take the shape of what I consider to be a "normal" looking woman. It's as though I am peeling layers off, I have a few more to go but I can now start to see what I am going to look like at the end of this journey. It is a really good feeling.
My sister gave me some lululemon shorts a few months back that were to big for her and she said that when I hit that size they would look great on me. Well I was sure I could fit them then, but much to my demise they could barely get over my arse.
This morning while cleaning out my closet for the Canadian Diabetes's pick up tomorrow, I came across the shorts. And THEY FIT! and they fit well. They do look good, my sister was right! I am so happy the sun is shining in the lower mainland these days, these legs of mine just may get shown off for Mothers Day :)
I continued to try on other things, such as the size 18 jeans I bought last fall (that were tight when I bought them) and I can now easily pull them on and off without undoing a button or a zipper.. very cool. Oh an my scrubs fit!! I bought a pair of scrub pants probably 15 years ago from a vintageshop in Victoria and I loved them so much, that even though I grew out of them with my first pregnancy, I never had the heart to discard them. And today when I tried them on.. THEY TOTALLY FIT...
FYI to my neighbours, I do realize they are practically see through, but I do plan on wearing this as my home uniform.. so if you'd like a show "come and knock on my door".. Sorry got the theme of three's company stuck in my head..
all right, back to work, back to laundry & back to purging my closet of 16 & 18 sized clothes... on a related note, anyone have size 14 they are purging?
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Starting 2nd segment
I am starting the second segment of the 17 day diet. The 2nd segment allows you to have some carbs (whole grains, starchy veg etc..) every other day. Still no booze, no chocolate, no sugar, (except for fruit), good fats only, and all carbs must be eaten before 2 pm. So 1 day is no carbs, next day is, and so on.
This should be interesting.. is it bad that I am already planning out my days and which ones I should have my carb day on to coincide with the movies.. aka Popcorn.. and by that, I figure if I stay awake longer then the 2pm rule can be extended to 5:35.. (time of Thor)..
OMG it's Noon.. Must go eat my fruit & start baking my sweet potato!
Actually, truth be told, I am still very much under the weather and I do not feel like eating what so ever.
On a getting better note, I have stopped sweating profusely. This morning my daughter woke me trying to come cuddle with me.. and then she yelled at me for being all wet & why was the bed soaking... Perhaps my fever broke?.. Crossing fingers and toes..
This should be interesting.. is it bad that I am already planning out my days and which ones I should have my carb day on to coincide with the movies.. aka Popcorn.. and by that, I figure if I stay awake longer then the 2pm rule can be extended to 5:35.. (time of Thor)..
OMG it's Noon.. Must go eat my fruit & start baking my sweet potato!
Actually, truth be told, I am still very much under the weather and I do not feel like eating what so ever.
On a getting better note, I have stopped sweating profusely. This morning my daughter woke me trying to come cuddle with me.. and then she yelled at me for being all wet & why was the bed soaking... Perhaps my fever broke?.. Crossing fingers and toes..
Monday, May 2, 2011
being Sick pays off on the scale
Today was weigh in day for the Biggest looser competition.
Down 6 more lbs this week!
Now, I have been hit by one heck of a terrible cold and perhaps some of the loss is from the lack of appetite. Although I did do my best not to go over board on unhealthy food while on the island either.
I will confess that I had the most insane craving for dark chocolate with sea salt...and I totally caved... So delicious...not surprisingly I got my monthly friend 2 days later..
Off to bed to try to kick this fever + cold out of this body :)t
Down 6 more lbs this week!
Now, I have been hit by one heck of a terrible cold and perhaps some of the loss is from the lack of appetite. Although I did do my best not to go over board on unhealthy food while on the island either.
I will confess that I had the most insane craving for dark chocolate with sea salt...and I totally caved... So delicious...not surprisingly I got my monthly friend 2 days later..
Off to bed to try to kick this fever + cold out of this body :)t
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
My cousin called me out
Ok... so I have been quiet because I have been bad..
Easter is a tragic holiday for a confessed chocoholic, who for some dumb reason decided to book a show on Easter Sunday.. Work on a holiday? What kind of fool does that.. second more what kind of fool brings a bowl full of chocolate eggs with their logo on them to give away..
Confession #1: Some meanie weenie of a lady hurt my feelings and I made it feel better by cracking my first egg.
Confession #2: I got tired after crashing from my first egg and had to have a second.
Confession #3: The drive home was exhausting and I had a third egg
By the time I got home I was ready for a delicious Easter dinner with all the trimmings.. That's it diet is blown, let's go all out. After all it was the first year in 9 of being with my hubby that I didn't make it.. there for it already was going to taste better..
So I am home.. Smells delicious.. cuddle with my babes, they tell me about the egg hunt & their days.. dinner time, and my sweet, sweet husband made a turkey with roasted vegetables (all ones on my diet).. No mashed potatoes, no broccoli casserole and no candied yams.. he was being my rock when I was weak. Let me tell you when I professed to him that I would have eaten all of that that night it broke his heart too.
So after dinner, I had a wee bit more chocolate.. and it tasted good. I let go of the guilt and went to bed.
Next morning was weigh in for the challenge day.. I was up 1 from Saturday, but all in all still down 5 for the week, so really, who can complain.
But here's the thing, I am super sensitive and apparently an emotional eater. Having a few blue days and a lot of weak moments I have managed to stay on the diet for 75% of Mon & Tues and so far 100% of today.
I have not lost a darn thing in the past few days which makes me think perhaps fat Aly is happy Aly?
I am off to the island for the remainder of the week and since I have yet to convince my husband that I need an ipad, I doubt I will be posting until next Monday.
Easter is a tragic holiday for a confessed chocoholic, who for some dumb reason decided to book a show on Easter Sunday.. Work on a holiday? What kind of fool does that.. second more what kind of fool brings a bowl full of chocolate eggs with their logo on them to give away..
Confession #1: Some meanie weenie of a lady hurt my feelings and I made it feel better by cracking my first egg.
Confession #2: I got tired after crashing from my first egg and had to have a second.
Confession #3: The drive home was exhausting and I had a third egg
By the time I got home I was ready for a delicious Easter dinner with all the trimmings.. That's it diet is blown, let's go all out. After all it was the first year in 9 of being with my hubby that I didn't make it.. there for it already was going to taste better..
So I am home.. Smells delicious.. cuddle with my babes, they tell me about the egg hunt & their days.. dinner time, and my sweet, sweet husband made a turkey with roasted vegetables (all ones on my diet).. No mashed potatoes, no broccoli casserole and no candied yams.. he was being my rock when I was weak. Let me tell you when I professed to him that I would have eaten all of that that night it broke his heart too.
So after dinner, I had a wee bit more chocolate.. and it tasted good. I let go of the guilt and went to bed.
Next morning was weigh in for the challenge day.. I was up 1 from Saturday, but all in all still down 5 for the week, so really, who can complain.
But here's the thing, I am super sensitive and apparently an emotional eater. Having a few blue days and a lot of weak moments I have managed to stay on the diet for 75% of Mon & Tues and so far 100% of today.
I have not lost a darn thing in the past few days which makes me think perhaps fat Aly is happy Aly?
I am off to the island for the remainder of the week and since I have yet to convince my husband that I need an ipad, I doubt I will be posting until next Monday.
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