The holiday wiped me out and taught me three important things about myself:
#1. When I'm busy or stressed, I don't eat well. I don't eat enough, and I certainly don't eat the right things.
#2. When I'm busy or stressed, I struggle to fit exercise in my schedule.
#3. When the things listed under #1 and #2 happen - I feel icky.
I have boot camp tonight and I'll need to confess my holiday sins - sloth and gluttony. I didn't get in all my cardio homework and I have to turn in my weekly food log; which shows that cupcakes, pizza and mimosas slipped in where whole wheat bread, veggies and water were listed last time.
Call me a Grinch, but I'm glad we're on to the new year. I'm done with the decorations and cookies. The halls will be undecked this weekend and I'm ready for it. All this holiday hub-bub has me craving some routine and a few good resolutions. I'm sure I'll have other difficult weeks down the road, but I'm not giving up or looking back. I'm bound and determined to get back on track.
So off I go with my "Vitmain Water Zero" ( peach-mandarin, yummy!) and new pink workout bag (thanks Dad!) to hit boot camp and nurse my holiday hangover.
*MUAH*
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
A few of my favorite things...
This Christmas, my husband and I decided to exchange "health of wealth" instead of presents under the tree. We're paying off credit cards, eating healthier and exercising. The instant gratification of Christmas morning gifts wasn't there, but it'll be worth it in the long run. It also made me think of (and appreciate) some of my favorite things. Here's a few of them:
*My adorable puppy Humphrey. If you don't have a dog go get one.
*My new pink yoga mat from Dad and Patty (Anyone want to yoga with me?)
*Discovering "Cafe Escapes" Cafe Mocha K Cups are only 60 calories. Phenomenal.
*TVs in front of the elliptical. Bravo's Real Housewives + 30 minutes = Cardio Done
*My best friends. I love all my friends but there are four people in particular, who have waded through the absolute muck with me. You know who you are. I'm blessed to have you and love you with all of my heart - truly.
*The website "Hungry Girl" - check it out: http://www.hungry-girl.com/
*The song: "The Dog Days Are Over" by Florence and the Machine.
*Target. You can buy anything at Target. Screw a therapist. Wander around the aisles of Target by yourself for an hour and you'll feel better, I promise.
And last but not least...
*My amazing husband. He's a pain in the rear, but he's the most supportive, caring person I've ever met. I love him to death, and he loves me more.
Here's to having favorite things. I hope you're snuggled up with some of yours right now.
*MUAH*
*My adorable puppy Humphrey. If you don't have a dog go get one.
*My new pink yoga mat from Dad and Patty (Anyone want to yoga with me?)
*Discovering "Cafe Escapes" Cafe Mocha K Cups are only 60 calories. Phenomenal.
*TVs in front of the elliptical. Bravo's Real Housewives + 30 minutes = Cardio Done
*My best friends. I love all my friends but there are four people in particular, who have waded through the absolute muck with me. You know who you are. I'm blessed to have you and love you with all of my heart - truly.
*The website "Hungry Girl" - check it out: http://www.hungry-girl.com/
*The song: "The Dog Days Are Over" by Florence and the Machine.
*Target. You can buy anything at Target. Screw a therapist. Wander around the aisles of Target by yourself for an hour and you'll feel better, I promise.
And last but not least...
*My amazing husband. He's a pain in the rear, but he's the most supportive, caring person I've ever met. I love him to death, and he loves me more.
Here's to having favorite things. I hope you're snuggled up with some of yours right now.
*MUAH*
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
The cold hard truth.
Today was the first day, of the second week of boot camp. Today was nothing but tough. My bones ache and the urge to burst into tears came more than once. I'm totally out of shape and my body wants to do nothing but quit - but that's definitely not an option.
I'm down a little more than a pound from last week and I've got a long way to go. How long? Well here's the cold hard truth: today I weigh 248lbs. Yep - 248lbs. I'm a size 22-24 and considered morbidly obese. I outweigh your boyfriend, your best friend, your dad and most players in the NFL. Needless to say, I've got some goals to accomplish. Here's what I have in mind:
1. 20 pounds gone. I carry two 20 pound weighs during a portion of my cardio at boot camp. That's an amazing amount of weight and I'd be thrilled to get rid of that kind of baggage. Once I'm down 20, I'll go for another 20.
2. A friend asked my what goal size was and when I was last at that size. Good question - I'd love to be a 14/16 and I haven't been that size since I was single - almost 8 years ago. Once I hit that size I'm going to reward myself - big time.
3. This is what I'd like to look like in a swimsuit:
Well, there's the cold hard truth. I've got a long road to go and there's no sense in looking back, because I'm not headed in that direction.
*MUAH*
I'm down a little more than a pound from last week and I've got a long way to go. How long? Well here's the cold hard truth: today I weigh 248lbs. Yep - 248lbs. I'm a size 22-24 and considered morbidly obese. I outweigh your boyfriend, your best friend, your dad and most players in the NFL. Needless to say, I've got some goals to accomplish. Here's what I have in mind:
1. 20 pounds gone. I carry two 20 pound weighs during a portion of my cardio at boot camp. That's an amazing amount of weight and I'd be thrilled to get rid of that kind of baggage. Once I'm down 20, I'll go for another 20.
2. A friend asked my what goal size was and when I was last at that size. Good question - I'd love to be a 14/16 and I haven't been that size since I was single - almost 8 years ago. Once I hit that size I'm going to reward myself - big time.
3. This is what I'd like to look like in a swimsuit:
4. My 12 weeks of boot camp ends one week before my 28th birthday. My plan by then? A healthier body and a dress to put even Miss Monroe to shame.
Well, there's the cold hard truth. I've got a long road to go and there's no sense in looking back, because I'm not headed in that direction.
*MUAH*
Sunday, December 19, 2010
My Dear McDonald's, It's not me - it's you.
I love food. I actually really like healthy food like fish, veggies and fruits. I usually don't eat large amounts of things, but I do have two major vices.
The first is bread. I could sit down and eat an entire bread basket. I'm not kidding, I've done it before. I crave bread like crazy. I'm usually not a big volume eater, but when it comes to bread I'm done. I love it. About a month ago I was at home alone and stressed out, and I actually ate an entire pan of crescent rolls. That's right - a pan of crescent rolls. That was my entire dinner - 8 rolls. That's cute isn't it? It's not? Yeah, I don't think so either. So my plan as of now, is to try to avoid bread as much as possible. I had a piece yesterday and had to drink five bottles of water in a four hour period to keep from eating more bread. Hey, it's not a perfect process, but it's baby steps, and at least I'm hydrated.
My other vice is McDonald's. There's not a lot of things I'll eat there, but the things I do - I love. At this very moment I'm thinking how delicious a sausage biscuit would be. I swear to God, there's crack in those biscuits. When I think about it, McDonald's is my comfort food, which is really kind of odd.
So after careful consideration, I've decided to break up with McDonald's - a relationship that's lasted a lifetime. It's going to be tough, but it must be done. Here's my goodbye to the golden arches:
My Dear McDonald's,
You had me at Happy Meal. Your delicious crunchy fries and yummy hamburgers, and don't even get me started or your fantastic sausage biscuits or perfectly mixed ice cold coca-colas.
You've always been there. You're everywhere, so easy to access. You're drive thru so quick, so anonymous - and at the time, so guilt free.
While you're cheap and convenient, and that's not really what I'm looking for in a food right now. So I'm writing to say we're broken up. It may hurt for a moment, but you have "Billions" more to serve, I'm just not going to be one of them. I'm sorry my dear McDonald's, it's not me - it's you.
- Sarah
The first is bread. I could sit down and eat an entire bread basket. I'm not kidding, I've done it before. I crave bread like crazy. I'm usually not a big volume eater, but when it comes to bread I'm done. I love it. About a month ago I was at home alone and stressed out, and I actually ate an entire pan of crescent rolls. That's right - a pan of crescent rolls. That was my entire dinner - 8 rolls. That's cute isn't it? It's not? Yeah, I don't think so either. So my plan as of now, is to try to avoid bread as much as possible. I had a piece yesterday and had to drink five bottles of water in a four hour period to keep from eating more bread. Hey, it's not a perfect process, but it's baby steps, and at least I'm hydrated.
My other vice is McDonald's. There's not a lot of things I'll eat there, but the things I do - I love. At this very moment I'm thinking how delicious a sausage biscuit would be. I swear to God, there's crack in those biscuits. When I think about it, McDonald's is my comfort food, which is really kind of odd.
So after careful consideration, I've decided to break up with McDonald's - a relationship that's lasted a lifetime. It's going to be tough, but it must be done. Here's my goodbye to the golden arches:
My Dear McDonald's,
You had me at Happy Meal. Your delicious crunchy fries and yummy hamburgers, and don't even get me started or your fantastic sausage biscuits or perfectly mixed ice cold coca-colas.
You've always been there. You're everywhere, so easy to access. You're drive thru so quick, so anonymous - and at the time, so guilt free.
While you're cheap and convenient, and that's not really what I'm looking for in a food right now. So I'm writing to say we're broken up. It may hurt for a moment, but you have "Billions" more to serve, I'm just not going to be one of them. I'm sorry my dear McDonald's, it's not me - it's you.
- Sarah
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Being a "before"...
Today is my last official day as a "before". It was the second training session of the week and my workout buddies and I chose to take "before" pictures. I'm talking the real "before" Sarah. No spanks or great bra or slimming black dress cinched at the waist - "BE-FORE" - uff!
Now this is the part where you think I bash my body (and you'd be wrong). I love being curvy and have no all-consuming desire to fit into an extra small. I have no patience for people tearing themselves apart, so I'm certainly not going to do the same.
I'm fully aware of how beautiful, smart and sexy I am, and if I can rock it at this size, I can rock it at any size. With that being said, I'm not at a healthy place and that needs to change. Everyone knows about the primary issues with being overweight. There's also some not so glamorous things about carrying around extra weight that most people don't like to talk about. So here's my take on it:
1. It's hard to prance around in heels when you've got extra cushion for the pushin'. My little legs and feet get tired.
2. Stretch marks and cellulite are for people who've had kids, right??? Wrong. I'd love to be in a wedding or attend a special event without wearing shapewear. There's nothing sexy or comfortable about feeling like a sausage. If you've worn shapewear, you know what I mean.
3. Knowing you're the same weight (if not more) then most of your male friends doesn't exactly make you feel "petite".
4. My clothes cost more. Bigger clothes, bigger price, smaller wallet, less shopping. Boo!
5. I'm too heavy to be carried. I weigh far more then what people bench press at the gym, so I'm not trying to cause anyone injury. I know that sounds weird, but it bugs me.
Those are some of my secrets and as scary as it feels to make this journey public, I know it'll help hold me accountable. I'm excited to see progress and share what I discover along the way.
Let me know if you stumble across any awesome recipes or fancy workout tips. I'm off to rest my newly "awakened" muscles.
*MUAH*
Now this is the part where you think I bash my body (and you'd be wrong). I love being curvy and have no all-consuming desire to fit into an extra small. I have no patience for people tearing themselves apart, so I'm certainly not going to do the same.
I'm fully aware of how beautiful, smart and sexy I am, and if I can rock it at this size, I can rock it at any size. With that being said, I'm not at a healthy place and that needs to change. Everyone knows about the primary issues with being overweight. There's also some not so glamorous things about carrying around extra weight that most people don't like to talk about. So here's my take on it:
1. It's hard to prance around in heels when you've got extra cushion for the pushin'. My little legs and feet get tired.
2. Stretch marks and cellulite are for people who've had kids, right??? Wrong. I'd love to be in a wedding or attend a special event without wearing shapewear. There's nothing sexy or comfortable about feeling like a sausage. If you've worn shapewear, you know what I mean.
3. Knowing you're the same weight (if not more) then most of your male friends doesn't exactly make you feel "petite".
4. My clothes cost more. Bigger clothes, bigger price, smaller wallet, less shopping. Boo!
5. I'm too heavy to be carried. I weigh far more then what people bench press at the gym, so I'm not trying to cause anyone injury. I know that sounds weird, but it bugs me.
Those are some of my secrets and as scary as it feels to make this journey public, I know it'll help hold me accountable. I'm excited to see progress and share what I discover along the way.
Let me know if you stumble across any awesome recipes or fancy workout tips. I'm off to rest my newly "awakened" muscles.
*MUAH*
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Cupcakes and Tiaras!?!
So it's begun, I've decided to write. The reason? There's a few... I've missed writing, I've got lots to say and I've begun some new adventures. I'm hoping to share my shining successes and brutal failures. A very public diary where I can share what I love and what I learn.
Why "Cupcakes and Tiaras"? Well, I guess that's the best explanation of who I am. I love all things girly and fabulous. I've been a Princess since birth, with a love for all things indulgent. As terribly wonderful as that makes me, it's done two not so wonderful things to me - made my wallet thin and my waistline thick. So I've put my wallet on a budget and my butt in a Boot Camp.
That's right kids, Boot Camp. No, not off to the army - a 12-week fitness program - and it started tonight. I plan to share my wisdom and wisecracks about the not so glamorous job of getting fit in every sense of the word.
So there it is, that's my plan. I'm hoping someone stumbles across this and shares their tips or tricks on how to be further fabulous. Exercise ideas, recipes, budgeting tips, shopping steals (I didn't quit shopping people, I just want to shop smarter) and the occasional indulgence.
Until then, I'm off to rub the entire tube of IcyHot on my newly located muscles and explain to my shoe closet that they'll have less new friends joining them in the near future.
*MUAH*
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