goforitnicks’s BodyBlog

Last night at the dinner party, I started off well. I held my ground against the pre-dinner foods of chips, dips and pop. However, as soon as the meal-time prayer was said, I had seemingly lost my resolve and was first in line sampling every single dish on the table. My plate was piled so high, the hostess jokingly asked me if there was going to be enough food for everyone. I didn’t pay her much attention, it was chinese food, a favourite of my fat self and I was in the "I-don’t-care-zone". Ten minutes into me chowing down on the fat salty noodles the new me kicked into gear. It was a back and forth conversation between healthy me and fat me. Back and forth they went debating whether I should continue eating. Physically I was full, but mentally I wanted to taste more. Eventually the healthy me won out and I asked for the rest of my food to be packed in a doggy bag, which I shamefacedly tossed when I got home.

I hate wasting food, but I am no longer a human garbage can and I am no longer an emotional eater. Tossing those dumplings and pork buns which were once gods in my life revealed to me that I do have what it takes to have a fit and lean body. I am no longer the fat me. six months ago I would have never been able to do that. I would have allowed the fat me to just clean the plate for several different absurd reasons. I’m done with that nonsense.

Today my workout was short: 30 mins of cardio and then back. My stomach felt gross and heavy so I didn’t do too much cardio. I am hoping to step it up tmr with cardio in the a.m and p.m, we will see how it goes. Crunch time! 

I think that I’m addicted to the word ‘free.’ I haven’t eaten dairy in 3 weeks but today the free samples of goat cheese went down the hatch in record time. I was at an agricultural fair to mostly learn about new innovations and gather tips, but I accepted every free offer that was given to me. I hate those beef jerky things but I ate one. I don’t really care for cookies, but I ate one. I don’t really like Canadian fudge but I ate LOTS! Has that ever happened to you? It was like an episode from a zombie movie. I just kept stuffing my face as if I had never seen food before. Maybe it’s the 3 weeks of eating the same ‘ole, same ‘ole that sent me into a frenzy when I realised that there were free samples of different foods at the fair.

 Needless to say I feel like sh*t and I am farting like there is no tmr (sorry, gross I know). I think I am going to drink some hot tea and retire soon. Probably I will wake up tmr and realise that none of this shamefulness happened today.

Tonight I did 45 mins of legs and tumbled down the flight of stairs on my way out of the gym. I think I had a good leg day to compensate for the crap I did at the upper end of my body.

Goodnight.

So today, like a never-see-come-see, I ate everything laid out on the tables of the church fellowship hall. People You know what that looks like. All afternoon thereafter, I wanted to puke. My body was saying, "what is that sh*t you just put down your throat?!" Lovejones suggested that I do a cleanse, and well I am going to try it. Apart from the horrendous acne I have been getting at this age, I think I need a clean, fresh start to the last  4 weeks of my challenge.

yuck…the things people ccome up with for church potlucks!

Anyway, I rode the bike for 70mins this evening. Don’t ooh aah just yet…it was at a volcanic pace becuase I was more into watching the programs on t.v about weight loss than riding fast to lose weight myself. Having said that. I could have been laying on the couch with a bag of chips that were left over from the potluck. So good for me.

 I am going to bed now. I have to figure out a way to get cardio in tmr.

Cheers

Size 3. That’s right. I had this long jean skirt I bought 5 years ago when I was hot and sexy and well I wore it probably twice since. I wasn’t even able to get it past my knees. This weekend I tried it on and I was like "BAM!" "It fit!". THough the scale is not telling me what I want to hear, my clothes are giving me some encouragement. And silly me forgot to mention that that dress I was trying to wear for wedding number 1 in May which did not fit for any of the 10 weddings throughout the summer was on this slim ole thing this past weekend. That’s right. I wore that orange summer dress and I looked hot. The final wedding of the summer and I made it. whoo hoo!

 I am definitely happy but not content. I will still strive for better because I still have the mommy tummy going and look about 4 months pregnant.

Today I ate crap for dinner and I made my husband eat it too. (I feel bad). I was craving soul food so I cooked up some rice and peas and ate 2nds. Yea, I know. No need to say it. I’m getting there though. I hope. I am just not into eating bland meals everyday. No matter how much you tell me to spice up sweet potatoes that just doesn’t cut it for me. I’m accustom to variety. Anyway, I’ll get there soon. Soon enough I will be able to stick to a diet like glue and don’t buckle under the sight of bbq chicken, baked macaroni and cheese, gravy…hmmm..ok ok.

Today I did chest and back. I really had my mojo going and I was able to increase the weight on a number of machines today by 5-10lbs! friggin awesome! I just felt it. I just wanted more. I just wanted to pump it out after going through the motions for a whole week. Damn I’m back!

My friend is coming tommorrow. I stacked the house with a shit load of food that my husband and I don’t eat or drink. My husband already warned me to hide it from him. Out of sight, out of mind. I am steeling my mind against those pringles. I must survive the two weeks that she is here!

So I did really well with the food at the wedding and had no SWEETS. Yea Nicky. But I drowned myself in booze. Yep, I kept ordering rounds after rounds. I was drinking like a camel storing up for all the dry days ahead of me. That was the last wedding of the year, So great! I’m done with that. I am going to nurse my headache now and talk myself into wanting to workout later.

Even though my visitor is arriving on Tuesday and would like to taste every kind of  multicultural food Toronto has to offer, I am not worried. I felt like I made my peace at the wedding last night. I ate delicious salmon and drank rum. I’m filled up. I hope it lasts. Oh and I ate Trini fruit cake too. That was goooood.

So I call myself a fitness enthusiast? Oh please. Last week right up until 2 minutes ago I ate like some uneducated heifer who hasn’t seen food in a while. Man, I thought I had improved. But how can someone improve and eat 3 donuts in a row? What is that? One of my friends on BS cheat meal is dairy and fruits. Like hello? Mine is blackforest cake, chips and dips and white bread and butter.

This weekend was the cherry on top of the week long sundae I’ve been having. Below is a picture my husband snapped of me while shouting "AHA! Got yuh!" across the table at the wedding. I ate the damn cake.