It Really Is Fun!

Okay, so it's official...I got my membership to the YMCA. I went on Tuesday and finished my paperwork and got interviewed and then got a tour of the facility. There are two locations here in town and I was at the main one that is just ginormous but I think once Michael is back in school I will go to the smaller one.

There were two indoor pools and one outdoor pool, raquetball courts (SO not my thing), basketball courts (Another no for me), a walking track, several classrooms / studios for classes, a rock wall, locker rooms (a mens, a women's, a girls, a boys, AND a family one!), then there was the wellness area that had all of the machines and weights and equipment. It was wild. They have a nursery/preschool and a class for older kids like Michael's age who are too young to use the equipment yet. His class has a Foosball table, a lego table, games...and they do occasionally go on the rock wall or out to the playground.

Today I went and just did 45 minutes of miscellaneous stuff - 20 minutes on the treadmill, 20 minutes on the bike and 5 minutes with the weights. Tomorrow I'm going for my official orientation where I'll learn how to use all of the machines and how much weight I should use on each of them. I'm looking forward to that because I'm kind of a spaz with that sort of thing.

Nick laughed at me last night when I told him I went. Well, not AT me, just in general while he sang the Village People's "YMCA" song. But you know what, they were right...it is fun to stay there!!

Weight Watchers, Week 5

Okay, I'm starting to feel sassy again! I went to my meeting yesterday and was down another 2.8 pounds for a total of 10.4!! I got my second "5 lb" sticker and reached my first 5% goal! I feel really silly now for wanting to throw in the towel.

I've been working out - no more 3 hour workouts, though. You guys were totally right, that was not a smart move. So I'm walking, I'm occasionally doing the Power 90...I'm not thrilled with any of them but they are working, so I can't complain. The fact is...exercise works. I was talking to a friend about this yesterday and we're both like "Okay, so we realize what works here, eat less and exercise and you can lose weight." So we get this, we know this and yet...I still need that woman behind the desk to judge me so that I feel motivated!! How sick is that??? Well for now I'll deal with it because it is working. I think if I tried to go out on my own right now I would just lie to myself and not be as diligent and then be disappointed when I got on the scale.

So the journey continues...

Another Weight-Watchers Update

So last week I was ready to quit. I had had enough. I was constantly obsessing about every little thing that I ate. I felt horrible. My stomach hurt all the time...I mean, it just wasn't worth it to me.

I called about quitting but since I do their monthly pass and they had already done the charge for the month, I could not quit just yet. I mean I could, but I would still be paying. Monday morning I got up and went to the meeting. I figured, I'm paying, I might as well go.

FOUR AND A HALF POUNDS LOST!!!!

I almost did a happy dance right there on the scale, but there was a line, I felt a little weird, so I just did one in my head. I'm almost at eight pounds and I have to tell you, I don't see it. I mean, everything still fits the same. I wear the same outfit that I did for that very first weigh-in so that I'm consistent and it still fits the same! Well, the pants may be a little looser but not that much. When I lose two more pounds I will hit 5% of my goal and get a special star. Yeah!

So I'm gonna stick it out for a little bit longer. I am exercising. I didn't do it consistently last week and ended up doing a 3 hour workout in one day and believe me, my body complained BIG TIME. Note to self: spread out the workouts - you're not as young and bendy as you used to be!

I'm off to find the Advil now...

Weight Watchers Update

Okay, so I finished week two on Weight Watchers and had a wee-bit more success than the first week. Praise the Lord! I went out in the dangerous cold and ice to get to my weigh in and lost three pounds. Yes, three whole pounds. That is WAY better than that lousy half a pound the first week.

So what's changed? Well, I told you that I had been exercising and doing the Walk Away the Pounds thing. I do a three-mile, high intensity walk. I did it five days last week. And you know what's weird? I'm not as hungry. That first week I was ready to start eating the furniture and now, I have it way more under control.

My total weight watchers goal is to lose 40 pounds. And that will put me at the high end of my weight range for my height. I still don't see how that's possible but whatever. Nick is graduating in June - EARLY June - and so as of right now I have about 16 weeks to lose 20 pounds. I would love to lose more than that but I'm being realistic. After seeing how slow this weight is going to come off, I have to have a goal that is within my reach. I have to get up and speak in front of several hundred people and so with 20 pounds off my short, fat body ought to make me feel a little bit better.

Why can't fat be the new thin?

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So I'm Watching "The Biggest Loser" And...

Okay, you guys know how much I LOVE NBC's "The Biggest Loser", right? Well, tonight was the premier and I was so totally psyched. I made sure we were done with dinner early enough that it would be cleared away and I could totally focus when it came on. Everyone cooperated, things got put away and the TV was mine.

Here's the top ten things that went through my mind while I was watching:
1.) I REALLY need to get back on track with my half-marathon training
2.) I found a neat walking trail that Miss D and I could train on...I should
call her and tell her about it
3.) I thought it was really cool that they brought Dan back (he's a local)
4.) I hate challenges that require any movement on the beach (that was
tonight's first challenge)
5.) Look at my little 9 year old boy doing one-armed push ups! Clearly he
doesn't take after me
6.) When did the trainers get such filthy mouths? When did that become
appropriate prime time language even when it's bleeped out?
7.) Do I need new sneakers?
8.) My pedicure is chipped
9.) I could totally do my Walk Away the Pounds routine while watching this
10.) I need more milk to dunk my Milano cookies in

Is everyone seeing the problem here? I'm watching these people who are all 300+ pounds and I'm thinking in my mind "Tsk, tsk, tsk...how could they let themselves go like that?" WHILE I'm eating Milano cookies and milk!!! I'm here confessing it because I feel HORRIBLE that I was doing that! What in the world is wrong with me??

Stupidity, plain and simple.

So while I cheered everyone on and remembered that I SHOULD be working out, I ate. And missed my boy. He arrived safely. He called once from the road and then again once they arrived. I was proud of him.

Seven more days...

Maybe I'm Hip, But I Can't Hop

So I'm swimming with my dear friend Donna on Monday and she mentions to me how her daughter is taking a Hip Hop dance class and that after it's over they have a class for adults. Okay, I'm beginning to see where this is leading. She goes on to say that the first class is free, like a trial basis sort of thing, and then asks the big question: Do I want to go with her?

Awkward silence.

Way back when, I used to take dance. I took jazz, I chose dance as my PE in high school and I danced on the kickline. Twenty-two years ago. And you know what's weird? This is another one of those "a shrink on the couch" moments, I had no problem dancing in recitals or at football games and whatnot, but put me on a dance floor at a party, wedding or club and I totally freak out. No one knows why. Truth be known, there probably is no real reason for my phobia but it's mine and there it is. Discuss!

But back to the hip/hop thing. I really find little to no appeal in the whole hip hop thing. I don't like the music, the moves, the clothes, none of it. Last night Nick and I went to go pick up some pictures from Walgreens and he ran in to a friend of his that was dressed ...well, he was dressed like he ate Vanilla Ice! The rapper, not the actual food. I mean he was a BIG white guy but with the giant diamond studs in his ear, the baggy clothes...maybe this is the style somewhere but on him, I'm sorry, it was near comical. Maybe that's not even hip hop style but it reminded me of it. I guess I'm not all that hip, right? So I had to tell my buddy that it was really not something that I wanted to do. At all. I was kind of proud of myself because I normally end up getting myself invovled in things that I don't want to do, but I felt like this was something that I really, really did not want to do and I'd have to pay for it as well. All in all it would not be a good thing!

She was very gracious, as always, and was showing me some of her moves in the pool. I was not a very good friend and laughed. I apologized. So the next day, her daughter comes out and shows me some of the moves the way they are supposed to look, and again, while she looked adorable doing it, it was so NOT me! Last night she called and asked that maybe instead of swimming today if perhaps her daughter could teach us some moves for the hip/hop class - because it is a really good workout. I don't doubt it for a second. Isn't there a workout out there called "Hip/Hop Abs?" I think my mom and sister tried it a while ago and from the info-mercials, it does look like a GREAT workout, but just not for me.

So we're going to swim today. I really wish that I could support her more and do this but ...I'm about as white as you can get when it comes to dancing. I have rhythym but very little of it and just the thought of trying to make my body do those moves is just to much to even consider!!

My Roll Hit a Bump!

So I've been extremely active this week with the walking and the water aerobics and was feeling very proud of myself AND seeing some results. Yes, my arms do actually look a little more tones as do my legs. I will have very little shame walking on the beach next weekend!

Someone forgot to inform my uterus of my progress.

Seriously, I was all set for some fun Fourth of July swimming action and now...well, I can't. I am not one of those women who - during their period - run on the beach in a white bathing suit so that I can get to my horse faster so that I can ride. I know! Weird, right?? Oh, well, I guess there goes the dream of ever starring in a tampon commercial!

So, there I was on a roll with everything and now I am too busy popping Advil like Pez to do anything. Well not anything, I did manage to get through a two mile Walk Away the Pounds walk. Frank was outside changing the oil in the car while I did it and when he came in he saw me here at the computer but noticed that I was sweaty and he's like "How fast are you typing??" Gotta love that man!

So, I'll be pool-less for a few days. Dang it! I'll have to walk again. The beauty of the water aerobics is no sweating! I hate to sweat! But I'll have to deal with it for a few days. The cool thing is that even while in Florida, I will have access to a pool every day so I should be able to stay on track. The key is to not indulge in too much "home cooking" while with both sets of parents! Dad has already promised me homemade ravioli (although, after he promised them to ME alone, he then took it back and promised half of them to my Uncle!) and my mother in law has promised her world-famous meatballs! Are we noticing a trend here? Italian much?

I hope that all of you have a fabulous Fourth of July. Stay safe!

Diet Update

Okay, so we're in to week two of the diet and I got on the scale today and lost four whole pounds and 2 1/4 inches. Not too shabby! Actually, I was thrilled because I have not been exactly "on", if you know what I mean.

There was the Milky Way bar on Sunday night (Thank you, Michelle!), the four Hershey Kisses a day due to hormones, then there was the butter on the salmon last night...I mean, I have not been very strict with myself. BUT I still got results.

Today I went and swam for an hour with my friend Donna. And I use the term "swim" loosely. We do water aerobics - for the out of shape. There are times when I feel like I should be in a scene from "Cocoon"! I move slowly, I do the length of the pool, we use inflatable tubes, I mean, I am not going to be racing Michael Phelps any time soon. But believe it or not, the workout is really doing a lot of good. I mean, I am sore after it. It's a lot of kicking, my legs are continually in motion...I so wish that I had a pool of my own because this is a workout that I enjoy.

I'm still treadmilling but that's a really sweaty workout. The pool? Very cooling. It's nice to have options. So keep thinking thin for me. Four weeks to go!!!

Remember When...

When I was growing up, we always had a pool. Well, until I was around ten years old we did, anyway. But I can remember that during the summer we were in the pool all day long. It was TORTURE to have to get out.

We swam in the morning. We swam all afternoon, and well in to the night. As a matter of fact, it was an extra treat to be able to swim at night. I swam laps like a fish. I would jump off the diving board and swim the length of the pool underwater in a flash.

Swimming Stace of today?

Today I was in the pool for a little over an hour, in a large tube, just doing slow laps from one end of the pool to another just using my legs.

And I was tired.

Sure I got a great lower body workout but when we climbed the steps to get out of the pool? Well, let's just say that I was a little less than graceful! I long for the days of childhood when I had the stamina to actually SWIM! Well, maybe if I did I wouldn't NEED the exercise, I'd just be doing it for the fun of it.

Oh, the glory of youth.

Celebrity Weight Loss? Shut It!

You know, I have struggled with my weight my entire life. I was not blessed with a high metabolism or anything like that. I am not wealthy and so I don't have a personal chef or a personal trainer. Jenny Craig and the like are not seeking me out to do any endorsements and PAY me to use their products.

Sad, right?

What I am getting SO.......tired of is seeing B-list celebrities on the cover of magazines in their bikini's like they've discovered the cure for obesity. Um, no. We all watched Kirstie Alley and her yo-yo journey with Jenny Craig. And I'm sorry, but when she did her bikini walk on Oprah, well, let's just say that she shouldn't have. There was nothing pretty about it. Just because you lose 50 pounds, does NOT guarantee you a bikini body.

Then you had Valerie Bertinelli. At the beginning of her very public Jenny Craig weight loss encounter, she actually did an interview where she said that she would never go on the cover of a magazine in a bikini. But lo and behold, looking freshly spray-tanned, there she was on the cover of People magazine. Give me a break!

This week's celebrity is Melissa Joan Hart of the TV show "Sabrina, the Teenage Witch". It was a cute show, in it's day, but how relevant is it that she lost weight and why do we have to see her on the cover of a magazine? In a bikini?

You know what, I'm sure that if I were a former TV/movie star, I'd have some financial padding where I could afford the daggone personal trainer and all that goes with it to help me lose weight. What these women did is not amazing or even something that we should be glorifying them for! They achieved these things with the help of a TEAM of people! Anyone can lose weight with a team of people! Or with cash being thrown at them! I know I would!

You know that I am a fan of "The Biggest Loser" show, right? Well, every once in a while you will see updates on MSN.com of "Where are they now?" with former contestants. And you know what the reality is? That a large percentage of these people put the weight back on once the show is over! It is only a very small amount that go on to have endorsement deals and stay slim. Why? Because for most people, they NEED A TEAM OF PEOPLE to help them! Sure, anyone can lose weight if your food intake is being monitored by professionals and you have a personal trainer guiding your exercise every day, eight hours a day, seven days a week. The average person, such as myself, is cooking for myself, working, maintaining a home, raising children and does not have a fully equiped gym in my home.

So celebrities, I cannot speak for everyone but as for me, I really don't CARE that you can wear a bikini. Airbrushing is a wonderful thing, I am sure. Personally, I chose NOT to buy the magazine with your bikini-clad image on the cover because I think you are full of it. I'm not impressed. I'd rather see the articles of REAL people who are overcoming their weight struggles thanks to their OWN hard work and perseverance. I like it when People magazine runs those stories.

Fear not, friends, you will not be seeing me in any weight loss ads any time soon nor will you be subjected to me in a bikini either on a magazine cover or anyplace else for that matter any time soon - no matter how much weight I lose! You can all rest easy now!

The Treadmill Diaries - Day One: It's all fun and games until someone falls off the treadmill!

Okay so for you long-time readers of this blog, you probably remember the Disney Diet and how I was rockin' the treadmill everyday in preparation for my trip to Disney. Back then, I remember having that treadmill sit in the corner of my room, mocking me because I could walk no longer than 13 minutes. I when I say I could walk no more, I mean I was gasping for air and praying for death.

Welcome to today.

I was all kinds of confident about getting back on the treadmill. It's been 8 months but if we're being honest, I have been doing the Walk Away the Pounds system and can do a three-mile walk in less than an hour, WHILE TALKING, and not feel all that bad. Sweaty, yes. Bad? No.

So I climbed on to the treadmill this afternoon, put on my headphones and one of my 80's disco-laden CD's and was set to do my sassy walking thing. After three starts and one trip OFF of the treadmill, I finally got my groove on. I'm not proud of it, people, but if I'm going to keep a diary of it, then I might as well be honest about it. I lasted 20 minutes and barely made the mile. I feel like a complete loser. And not a "biggest loser" where you lose all the weight and win the prize, but a real LOSER where I should be pointed and laughed at!

It can only get better from here, right?

HELP!!

I need somebody
Help
Not just anybody
Help
You know I need someone
Help....

Okay, so the codeine that I'm taking makes me loopy. We've established that already, right. But loopy or not, you gotta love the Beatles.

But I really do need help. Stop what you are thinking, Michelle and Cathleen!! I need a treadmill. Desperately. We are trying to train for this half marathon and I just can't get in to the groove that I had when I had the treadmill. I'm going crazy! You know how Frank's friend Rob had lent me his and then after the Disney trip I gave it back? Well...I would LOVE to borrow it from him again but he and Frank aren't talking. I'm so desperate that I have contemplated calling the man myself and trying to mend the relationship between the two of them but I just can't make myself interfere.

Stupid Rob.

So if anyone out there has a treadmill that is just sitting in storage (or sitting in your "office" mocking you) please consider lending it out to a poor, pathetic walker who needs to get her butt in gear so that she can do a half marathon and then convince her husband to let her do the Disney half-marathon in 2011.

When I was younger so much younger than today...Sorry, now you'll all have the Beatles on the brain for the rest of the day!

Here's the firt clue that you are NOT going to lose weight...

So I am sick right now. I have bronchitis that is verging on walking pneumonia. Not fun. After work yesterday I went home, then to the doctor, to the pharmacy and then to pick up some pictures that I had developed and picked up some other necessities including a magazine.

It was just Michael and I for dinner and I was really feeling horrible so we decided to get McDonald's for dinner. I didn't care what we ate, just as long as I did not have to cook it.

We get home, set up tables in front of the TV, pop in a DVD to watch of "How I Met Your Mother" and start to eat. I had the magazine next to me and starting going through it while eating my Big Mac and what is the title of the article I am reading?

"How to Lose the Jiggly Fat".

Um...how about by NOT eating a Big Mac?

My Disney Diet - Day 49

While I was busy tripping, slipping and falling all over nature this weekend, I did not have the opportunity to focus on my diet goal. Since we did not want to totally USE the house, I had to pack food that would cause the least amount of mess - that meant burgers and hot dogs. Gone were my lo-cal/lo-fat snacks and in their place was family-friendly snacks. That's not to say that I made a pig of myself, but I definitely was not on my game.

For example, on Saturday I started my day at a scrapbooking event and had my yummy little Bagelful (whole grain). It went down-hill right after that. I was crampy and all full of menstral angst and when the box of thin mints came out, well, I couldn't help myself. I had the suggested serving of 4. Then we ordered lunch from Chic Fil-A. I didn't want a salad, I was craving something naughty, so I caved and ate the FRIED chic fil a sandwich with coleslaw. But I drank my water. And then ate 4 more thin mints. Bad Stace! When we got to the lake, we grilled burgers (with 93% lean meat) and I had myself a rather tasty cheeseburger and some corn. Clearly nutrition of any kind was not a priority. I had dessert - 2 Grandma's chocolate chip cookies. Did I mention that I had my period?

Sunday wasn't much better. I did the bagelful for breakfast again, lunch was 2 hotdogs with saurkraut and mustard, 2 more Grandma's cookies for an afternoon snack and then chinese take out for dinner WITH the fried rice! I'm not proud, people. True all the running up and down those three flights of stairs gave me a heck of a workout (my calves STILL hurt). And did I mention that I drank soda all weekend? What is up with that??? It's like I don't even HAVE a goal that I am trying to meet and that I actually WANT to be the fat sister! Remember that show "Fat Actress"? Well, we can all work on the sequel - "Fat Sister" starring me.

Today I am back in the swing of things. I ate like a normal person who is trying to lose weigh, I walked 60 minutes on the treadmill (20 minutes of it on an incline) and did 30 minutes sculping with my little hand weights. There was no soda in my hands today and I was back to taking my supplements. It's day four of my cycle and by day six I should be able to get back on the scale without screaming.

We'll see. Think thin, y'all!

Hunger Strikes - My Disney Diet Day 36

And by hunger strikes I don't mean "I vow not to eat until blah, blah, blah". No, I mean more like I am hungry again all the daggone time! What is up with that? This whole past weekend was one big attempt to NOT eat everything in sight. I don't like this feeling. It stinks.

The weird thing is that I have maintained the 8 pound weight loss (even with the over-eating this weekend) but all of my clothes still fit exactly the same. The reason? Puffiness. Bloating. All-around ickiness. I did some research on this subject and apparently a small percentage of women have trouble digesting some of the ingredients in sugar-free/fat-free foods! Why not put a bullet in my big fat stomach right now because apparently even eating right is not going to make that sucker go away! Being the queen of all-things-weird-illnesses, you KNOW that I had to fit in to that category. It is just not fair! NO FAIR!

But I am trudging on. On Sunday, I ate like a normal person. Well, with the exception of that brownie for lunch, I ate like a normal person. I did eat a single Suzi Q that night BUT I washed it down with SKIM milk. Ha! Yesterday was weird. I ate my normal breakfast (A whole grain Bagelful. Only 180 calories. Yummy). To celebrate Nick getting his permit, we got Chinese for lunch. I stuck to my old Weight Watchers thinking and got the chicken with broccoli and white rice. And yes, I ate it all. I even caved and had a can of coke. Dinner was an absolute disaster. Keep in mind, I don't do pasta. It never makes me feel good and I never crave it, but the family loves it. Well, last night I ate a rather full plate of spaghetti with a large piece of garlic bread and a spinach salad. Do you see the madness? To compensate for it all, I did exercise a lot yesterday. I did a 50 minute walk in the morning (burned 525 calories), did a 28-minute workout to my Power 90 DVD (bured around 100 calories) and then after the spaghetti-paloooza, I walked for another 50 minutes (higher intensity, burned 550 calories). So I did TRY to make up for all that I ate yesterday. I still feel puffy today.

So what am I learning for my Disney trip? A.) Stay away from the pasta. Pasta equals puffiness and we don't like puffy. B.) Suzi Q's are not my friend. Stay away from the cakes (no matter how yummy they are or how cute they are shaped like a Disney character). And finally, C.) Just because it's sugar free, doesn't make it your friend either. Eat what you normally like, just in much smaller quantities.

Words to live by, ladies.

My Disney Diet - Day 31 (and a dilema)

Okay, I'm out of the funk that I was in on the last two Disney Diet posts. I've got my groove back and am feeling good. Eating less is becoming easier - I even had McDonald's for lunch today and was able to eat less of it and still be satisfied. I spoke on the phone TWICE while on the treadmill and was able to maintain a conversation without gasping for air. Yea, me! I didn't get on the scale this week yet; I don't know why.

So here's my dilema. The weight is coming off slowly, as I've mentioned before. I was feeling okay about that. But now with the possibility of going up to NY next month and seeing all of the people who have given me my poor body image complex, I want to push the numbers a bit and am unsure how. Maybe by not eating McDonald's - who knows! My ideal goal would be to lose 10 pounds in the next 36 days. Is that reasonable? I don't know. Is it doable? Sure, maybe in the bizzaro world. I am unwilling to do the starvation thing. I am not really doing all of this for THEM, I am doing this really for me and my own peace of mind. To know that I can be with these people and feel good about me. Somewhere there's a therapist just waiting to get me on the couch! I guess it can be viewed both ways. I'm doing this for them so that they will look at me different which, in essence, is also for me so that they will not look at me and tell me how fat I am! How strange is that that I even have to do all of this! It's madness, I tell you!

So I walked 70 minutes on the treadmill today. I bought little, tiny 2 pound weights that I used for a portion of the walk. I even added a small incline for a little while (and boy was THAT hard!). I'm mixing it up, trying to work the total body. Who knows, maybe it is not my destiny to be thin. I hope that's not the case. I'm seriously not looking to be a size 5 again, but to be and 8 or a 10 would be very nice.

Where? Nowhere

Week four on the treadmill. My pace is up, my time on the mill is up but according to some research, the treadmill is getting me nowhere. No kidding. I shared this information with friend (and co-dieter) and she thought it was hysterical. "Well, of course you're getting nowhere, you're on a treadmill!" Ha, ha, very funny. I get it. I'm in my room, not going anywhere. BUT...according to this research the treadmill is an okay workout but it will not help me achieve my long-term weight loss goals.

???

So you mean I am sweating my patooty off for nothing? And I have to be honest, I disagree with this so-called 'research'. While I am walking, I may physically BE in my room - which, by the by, I thank God every day that my husband finally painted the room before I started this endeavor - but in my mind, I am in different places throughout the workout.

I told you all about my disco-assortment, so when I'm 2.8ing it along to "I Say a Little Prayer", I can actually see myself singing it with my friends (and yes, we're in the restaurant scene from "My Best Friends Wedding"). At the 3.0 level of "Dancing on the Ceiling", I am back at SUNY Westbury in a kickline competition back in 1987. "New Attitude" at 3.2 also has me at SUNY but back in 1986 - and yes, I looked hot in my red and white uniform with pom-poms on my shoes. By the time I am up to 3.5 and "It's My Life" is rocking, no, I'm not making out with Jon Bon Jovi but I am in a gym practicing my boxing moves. A picture of whoever has annoyed me in the last day or so is usually on my invisible punching bag. This is a HUGE stress reliever. So, how can I be getting nowhere? It's just not possible!

Tomorrow morning when I throw on my sneakers and start up my treadmill, I will be celebrating the small victory of losing 6 pounds in 3 weeks and several inches total body. I will also applaud the fact that I am not sucking wind anymore until I am WAY into my workout. I may never leave the freshly-painted four walls of my bedroom, but luckily I have an active imagination and each morning finds me bee-bopping not only around the country but also time traveling.

Getting nowhere? I beg to differ.

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My Disney Diet - Day 21

Okay, so we're at day 21 and I'm like, eh - no big whoop. I'm still feeling icky from the whole period thing and I've got another 2-3 days of that to go. I was pretty good all day eating-wise but I'm lacking that little umph I need to motivate me today. I walked like a wild woman all weekend long. I walked for 60 minutes on the treadmill on Saturday and 50 minutes on Sunday - all in one shot, no breaks. I was feeling pretty good about me, but today, not so much. I wanted to share with somebody - anybody - over the weekend about how I was doing but all of my friends were unavailable and because I'm such a neurotic freak, I refuse to tell any family members because then they'll try to out-do me. And they'll probably succeed. See, I'm just not myself right now. Hormones suck. All I can think about is how I want to make chicken parmigian for dinner and eat a LOT of it. With spaghetti. And garlic bread! Okay, maybe, just maybe I'll make a salad on the side.

Will I? Won't I? Who knows.

But on a lighter note, it's 105 days until Disney! I watched a show on the Food Network last night where they were competing with baking Pixar movie character cakes. It was pretty interesting and lucky for me, cake is not my thing so I was not in the least bit tempted. Seriously, still thinking about the chicken. As I watched the show it just made me long to be there running around 'the world' with no one to drag me down. I think I could seriously vacation there by myself and not feel in the least bit cheated.

Hey, while I'm in this 'happy-place' mode, maybe I ought to go and get on the mill and think bathing suits, not deep fried chicken!

Think thin!