I have been so off-track with this lately! I guess I have just been having way too much fun. And, come to think of it, some pretty stressful things have come along too. But, I've finally got a routine working here, since I used my weekend to get into the state of mind of taking on these last 10 pounds again. Without further ado, I'd like to repost my workout motto and source:
"I work out like a motherfucker!"
I just had to explain to my roommate why I had a piece of paper in my room that says "I work out like a motherfucker!" taped to my wall. So I'll explain it again here, for those of you who don't know. I love True Blood, (I shouldn't, I know, but I do), and one of my favorite scenes is when the town cop, Andy Bellefleure, is giving Jason Stackhouse a hard time. Jason says something like, "Why are you always on my case?" And Andy says, "Everything just seems to come so easy to you! It's not fair!" Jason explains a few things, but about the women loving him, he says, "You think that's easy??? I work out like a motherfucker!!! And I watch a lot of porn." I know I shouldn't have liked that, but I did. So much so that it reminded me that Jason Stackhouse didn't get those abs by accident. He worked effing hard for them. And I am prepared to work effing hard for mine. There. That's my motto.
Onto today. I had an awesome day today. Summary: 2 workouts, totally clean eating (except a cup of coffee in the am), and a very productive day at work. Oh, AND I tanned. That was a nice reward.
This morning, I was having a great time in dreamland, and totally did not hear my alarm until 6am. Oops. I was supposed to be at the gym by 5:45am. So, I screwed around for a minute, but realized if I didn't get moving, I would miss this opportunity to work out. So I got out the door.
But, not before weighing myself, and seeing that I finally broke past 130! The scale read 129.4! I have not seen that number in a decade, easily. Well. No. But, I haven't seen it in way too long! And, to that point, I probably will not see it again in the next couple of weeks. I'm sure I lost muscle mass, so the numbers will go up again before they go down.
So, I got to the gym, and I did NOT think I would do a tough workout. I was still pretty sleepy. So I hopped on an elliptical, thinking I would do something light and just take credit for doing anything at all. But, lo and behold, I heard some fun music, and all of a sudden, I was all about an interval workout.
It felt so great to get that out of the way, and it was an absolutely beautiful morning. Smelled like summer in November. It was delicious.
Anyway, I got through my day and then went back to the gym for my second workout in Kerry's class. And I had a moment. It was not a good moment, but I got over it. Some woman approached me, very sweet lady, and she said, "Oh, my god! Did I see you running the Steps to Safety 5k?" I said, "Yeah!" And she said, "Did you just lose a ton of weight?"
She might as well have drop-kicked me in the jaw. I went right to, "God, what did I look like before? A ton of weight? A ton? Maybe 15 pounds. How bad did I look? Was I in total denial? Am I in total denial right now?" Because here's the thing...I THINK now that I look the same as I did 15 pounds ago, it's a funny thing your brain does. I don't feel any different. So, to have people say things like that, it kind of takes me off balance.
It was crushing for about 60 seconds. And then she said, "Oh my god, what are you doing? I need to do that! Who do I talk to? What did you learn?"
And then I thought, "Oh! This is a good thing! She's not calling me fat! She's not judging me! She thinks I did an awesome thing! And she wants to do it too! And, I've lost enough weight that it's not only noticeable, but she called it a 'ton'!"
I have to add that saying, "Did you just lose a ton of weight?" is not the same as saying, "Oh my god, you look so good!" (women say this)" or "Looking good" (men say this). This is not the same. It always feels good when I hear those two statements. I am reminded that I've done some work on myself, and it paid off. Not the same. I don't entirely know why.
So, after that little incident, I tried my very best for the whole class because I thought, "YES! This does pay off!" Then I rewarded myself with a tan. And I fell asleep in the tanning bed. And it was awesome.
Tomorrow I'm thinking my plan is to go to the gym after work. Just one workout will do for tomorrow. I'm already heading to bed later than I wanted to, and god knows I'll need to wind down first, so I'll just plan on waking up, eating at 7am, and I have to work early, so...yeah.
And if I follow my plan for this week, I will reward myself with a fun outfit. Yay! I need one of those!!!
"I work out like a motherfucker!"
I just had to explain to my roommate why I had a piece of paper in my room that says "I work out like a motherfucker!" taped to my wall. So I'll explain it again here, for those of you who don't know. I love True Blood, (I shouldn't, I know, but I do), and one of my favorite scenes is when the town cop, Andy Bellefleure, is giving Jason Stackhouse a hard time. Jason says something like, "Why are you always on my case?" And Andy says, "Everything just seems to come so easy to you! It's not fair!" Jason explains a few things, but about the women loving him, he says, "You think that's easy??? I work out like a motherfucker!!! And I watch a lot of porn." I know I shouldn't have liked that, but I did. So much so that it reminded me that Jason Stackhouse didn't get those abs by accident. He worked effing hard for them. And I am prepared to work effing hard for mine. There. That's my motto.
Onto today. I had an awesome day today. Summary: 2 workouts, totally clean eating (except a cup of coffee in the am), and a very productive day at work. Oh, AND I tanned. That was a nice reward.
This morning, I was having a great time in dreamland, and totally did not hear my alarm until 6am. Oops. I was supposed to be at the gym by 5:45am. So, I screwed around for a minute, but realized if I didn't get moving, I would miss this opportunity to work out. So I got out the door.
But, not before weighing myself, and seeing that I finally broke past 130! The scale read 129.4! I have not seen that number in a decade, easily. Well. No. But, I haven't seen it in way too long! And, to that point, I probably will not see it again in the next couple of weeks. I'm sure I lost muscle mass, so the numbers will go up again before they go down.
So, I got to the gym, and I did NOT think I would do a tough workout. I was still pretty sleepy. So I hopped on an elliptical, thinking I would do something light and just take credit for doing anything at all. But, lo and behold, I heard some fun music, and all of a sudden, I was all about an interval workout.
It felt so great to get that out of the way, and it was an absolutely beautiful morning. Smelled like summer in November. It was delicious.
Anyway, I got through my day and then went back to the gym for my second workout in Kerry's class. And I had a moment. It was not a good moment, but I got over it. Some woman approached me, very sweet lady, and she said, "Oh, my god! Did I see you running the Steps to Safety 5k?" I said, "Yeah!" And she said, "Did you just lose a ton of weight?"
She might as well have drop-kicked me in the jaw. I went right to, "God, what did I look like before? A ton of weight? A ton? Maybe 15 pounds. How bad did I look? Was I in total denial? Am I in total denial right now?" Because here's the thing...I THINK now that I look the same as I did 15 pounds ago, it's a funny thing your brain does. I don't feel any different. So, to have people say things like that, it kind of takes me off balance.
It was crushing for about 60 seconds. And then she said, "Oh my god, what are you doing? I need to do that! Who do I talk to? What did you learn?"
And then I thought, "Oh! This is a good thing! She's not calling me fat! She's not judging me! She thinks I did an awesome thing! And she wants to do it too! And, I've lost enough weight that it's not only noticeable, but she called it a 'ton'!"
I have to add that saying, "Did you just lose a ton of weight?" is not the same as saying, "Oh my god, you look so good!" (women say this)" or "Looking good" (men say this). This is not the same. It always feels good when I hear those two statements. I am reminded that I've done some work on myself, and it paid off. Not the same. I don't entirely know why.
So, after that little incident, I tried my very best for the whole class because I thought, "YES! This does pay off!" Then I rewarded myself with a tan. And I fell asleep in the tanning bed. And it was awesome.
Tomorrow I'm thinking my plan is to go to the gym after work. Just one workout will do for tomorrow. I'm already heading to bed later than I wanted to, and god knows I'll need to wind down first, so I'll just plan on waking up, eating at 7am, and I have to work early, so...yeah.
And if I follow my plan for this week, I will reward myself with a fun outfit. Yay! I need one of those!!!
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