Gym’in it

I jumped on the scale this morning; 177.0 LBS.  That means I’ve regained 16.8 pounds since August 2nd.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not beating myself up “too” bad, as it’s been nearly 4 months to regain half the weight I lost, but it’s enough to give me a wake up call.

My husband and I went to check out a local gym which is paired with a hospital here: Avera Fitness Center.  The facility looks brand spanking new and has tons of machines, group activities and two pools (regulation size and a theraputic heated pool).  Their locker rooms are amazing, with whirlpools, combs, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, lotion, deodorant and blow dryers and extremely knowledgable staff.

They gave us a 3-day pass to try it out, we’re going tonight after work.  Our theory is this: get home, let the dogs out, get out stuff, hit the gym, come home, shower, make dinner.   Three to four nights each week.

What does this mean for me?  It means I can start exercising in a facility that is so beautiful that I don’t really feel like it’s some ho-hum gym.  They have classes starting at about 5:30AM and they go until after 6:30 (latest one starts at 6:50PM).  They are open on the weekends and are close to our house.

Why am I rambling so much about a gym?  Because I’m trying to get pumped up for it.

Fast Forward 8 hours from when I started this post.

I’ve been to the gym, walked 1/2 a mile around the track, did 25 leg presses (sadly to say only at 150 lbs, I weigh 177…sooo…I cannot leg press my own weight), 15 crunch thingies and then 5 minutes on a stairmaster and 10 minutes on a treadmill at 3.5 mph 1.5 incline.

It took me about 45 minutes to do it all, said and done with getting showered afterwards, and I am feeling GREAT!  I’m taking it easy at the gym, hopefully this will help me get the habit of going there first, then look at making it tougher.

I’m taking tomorrow off from exercise, but will be back Friday night.

100 carbs of apathy on the wall…and a Sears Plus card

So yesterday I was bad, and today, I didn’t jump on the scale.  Instead, I’m laying on my couch as my dogs run amuck in the living room, one of whom keeps dropping a ball under various pieces of furniture (thanks Dante, you’re an ass).

Yesterday was a kind of stressful day for me, mostly because my tennis elbow is flaming on like the Human Torch and I was trying to be extremely productive at work. My husband and I went to Applebee’s for lunch, and I’m embarrassed to say I crushed a solid 50 carbs (exactly, actually) by eating the “Roast Beef and Bacon Mushroom Melt” and “French Onion Soup” in their little lunch combo thing…no I didn’t realize it was 50g of carbs until this morning, but it still wouldn’t have stopped me.  That sandwich should have its own religion.  So we get done with lunch, and my day is significantly improving, so I decide “Let’s go to Sears (right next door) so I can try on some sexy new jeans!”  My husband is extremely supportive, so he agrees, and off we go.

My day then goes back to shit, starting with an evil biatch at Sears who didn’t want to accept my credit card, saying it was only for “Major appliance purchases”.  It didn’t help that her English sucked-ed-ed-ed…can I emphasize that any more?  Probably not.  Now, normally I’m not a heinous bitch to customer service folks, but this woman was standing between me and a pair of Junior size pants that I could ACTUALLY fit in again…and a super cute pair of new pants to replace the army which are turning into parachute pants…It took me less than 3 minutes to ask for a manager, and as the woman smugly said “alright then” I knew I was going to win this one.  The manager came over, and the clerk actually started arguing with the manager when she asked “Well, did you try seeing if it would accept the card as payment?”  The woman actually responded with “Well I know it would work, but it’s not supposed to because it’s for a major appliances only, Ma’am, would you like to open a normal sears charge card?” At this point I pretty much lost it…I won’t lie…I was that evil bitch no customer service person likes to deal with.  “No,” I replied. “There is no way I’m opening another card, when for the past three years, everyone else has accepted this card, and this is the first time I have ever heard of this card only being for major appliances.  Are you telling me every other person who has ever cashed me out has been wrong?”.  And yeah, I baited her, but she still was dumb enough to say “Yes.”

Thank god, another customer came over in that moment and the clerk had to turn around to help them.  While looking at my Driver’s License for confirmation, the manager quickly checked me out and apologized for any inconvenience, stating she knew the card would work, and has seen other managers accept it as well.  I’m hoping the clerk gets some additional customer training because hers kind of sucked.

We return to work, and I’m bombarded with a huge task that actually makes me break out into a sweat I feel so overwhelmed.  It’s an area that I don’t have much experience in, a huge project, and a crazy fast deadline.  My arm is killing me (stupid elbow) by 3:00 and I just want to curl up into a ball and die.  We get off work, go to Walmart (yes I’m going to hell, I know), and get our groceries, at which point my husband makes the executive decision of getting me one of those tennis elbow support braces that look like a sweatband with a dishwashing detergent pouch stuck inside of it.

We get home, and I find out my youngest (Nero), who is a moron (dog) managed to not only take, but puncture as well, my ice pack which I used last night on my elbow.  Good news is, the dog isn’t dead.  12 hours later he’s still kicking.  My night improved, but I still had Taco Bell for dinner, which was another 48g of carbs (my bad) which I had thought would be better than McDonalds, did you know I was wrong?  Jesus, I could have had a Grilled Chicken Sandwich for almost 20 fewer grams of carbs, hardly any additional calories, and an additional 16g of protein!  Lesson learned.

Now, I just have to find a way to not dream about that damn sandwich…

Why is re-starting a diet so damn hard???


I promise I try to be good, every single day, but it feels like I’m a smoker who’s going to quit, and I quit every day, only to light back up after breakfast the next morning.

I say “I’m back on my diet” as I reach for a soft shell taco at a local restaurant.  “I know what I’m doing” as I reheat my leftover Chinese food for dinner.  “It’s ok,” I say, “It has chicken and a lot of veggies in it, and I’m not eating all the Spicy Brown Sauce.”

Even to my own ears the excuses seem to fall flat, obvious in their attempt at justification.

“I’ll restock on healthy food when I get paid, my shelves are bare from me being gone for a week.” seems to be translating into “I’ll start tomorrow.” and I have to wonder, how many “tomorrow’s” will there be before the scale starts to go up again?

I fought tooth and nail to get down to 162, and although as of yesterday I was below that, I didn’t weigh myself this morning, and deep down I think I know why:

My head is firmly buried in the sand

Have you ever known you were gaining weight, or cheating on a diet, so you avoid the scale?  It’s like keeping your eyes closed at a scary movie.  Everything is happening anyway, but you don’t want to see it.

Today I will try again, and yes, I am out of my GNC shakes, and my Wonderslim is depressingly low, but that is no excuse not to TRY.

PS, my 110 lb dog, Dante, says hello, and…

He is such a sweetheart that one.  And yes, he is a Husky mix, here he is:

Yes really, that’s him…kind of funny that I’m pretty sure he doesn’t think he is fat, either, and it makes total sense his head is buried in the snow…

Today I will bring my cinnamon vanilla cereal to work and snack on it if I get hungry.  It has 15g of protein and only 4g carbs in a baggie.  I will also eat my soup that is at work, another 15g protein and about 6g of net carbs.  Finally, I will drink my 80 ounces of water today, I swear, I will…try.

With that being said, I’ve held myself accountable to the world, and left it all out there, so to speak, and now I go to start my day anew.

Scan a pic scan a pic scan a pic crash!

So last night, a friend of ours needed some help doing a promotional video, which would end up being a job application (they asked for one specifically)…I had been busy scanning my family photos to have a digital copy for my trip to the black hills this weekend, and then it happened.  The guys asked for my expertise.

I thought back to the months of tutorials I’ve been doing at my new job (which I totally love, btw) and gave him all the tips and tricks of my trade.  It is gratifying to realize that I’ve gotten so much better at doing my tutorials that I make it look easy.  So at about 11:30 I decided to go back in and try to scan more photos, the boys left to run a quick errand, and by 12:00 (yeah, the midnight kind) I was realizing that I was re-scanning the same photo 3 times…That was indicative of “time to go to bed” for me.  I toddle off to bed only to realize I was missing my husband…whoops?

Our dog, banished from the bedroom

Fast forward to 5:00AM, didn’t realize my alarm clock had reset and it was showing 5:00PM…let my dogs out and then back in, close the bedroom door thinking both are in there with us…only to find out at 7:30AM(PM) that we left our older dog in the main part of the house…when he started barking at the door… (7:30 is breakfast time).  Actually, he saved the day, because my alarm was not going to go off for another 11 and a half hours…so Thank You Dante, you saved me from being super late to work.

I suppose it’s time to start my work day…only 36 hours until our Shinedown concert at the Sioux Empire Fair, then another 12 hours until leaving for Sturgis…the week of chaos is nearly upon us!!!

Let Freedom Ring!

So I get home today from work, left early because I felt soooo sick.  We’re talking end of the world sick like my stomach was going to curdle up inside me and rip out like a scene from Alien.  Anyways, I walk up the driveway and what is there in the mailbox?  A Salmon piece of heaven.

Now I should probably clarify that we did not have a fish sticking out of our mailbox.  No, we had a notice from our local post office that a package had been attempted to be delivered and was unable to as no one was home to sign it.  I am happy to say the package was the LAST REMAINING PIECE that we were waiting for so my husband can try to finish his motorcycle.  We’re talking kid at christmas:

on speed

 who then proceeds to multiply like Gremlins after getting dropped in water.

THAT is my husband right now.

Lucky for me I have the night “off” so to speak from painting.  I’m sick enough I don’t trust my hand to be steady with a can of spray paint.  I’m also STARVING, so I’ve eaten…let’s see…

Breakfast:                            Shake (90cal 2g net carbs)
Snack:                                  Atkins Bar (170 cal 3g net carbs)
Lunch:                                  Q’doba chicken and veggies sautéed
2nd Snack (yes really):     Atkins Bar (this was at 5:30PM and I thought I would die from hunger) 3G net Carbs 200 calories
Dinner:                                 Rotisserie Chicken, skipped the veggies to save some carbs
3rd Snack (shame!):          Supreme Protein Bar at 9:49 PM and then going to bed (204 cal, 8g net carbs)

I’m going to try and make it through the night without another snack, but we’ll have to hold out for it because tonight is anybody’s guess.  I have had a bit of soda, Pepsi Max to be specific, because it is sweetened with Sucralose instead of aspartame, and that made me at least be able to stay awake this late (it is officially 7:40 PM CST).

Well, I’m off to do something…anything really…to keep my mind off food (since I’m hungry, again, it’s been an hour).  Think it’s time for some research!

I broke…it’s shameful…I know…I had another bar, Supreme Protein Carb Conscious, with 7G net carbs and 15G Protein, 9G of fat…but there it is…if I have a gain tomorrow, at this point I deserve it, but at least my weakness and stomach cramping has subsided, and I’ve downed another 60 ounces of water since coming home from work, + the 70+ ounces I drank at work today.

664 calories before the lunch and dinner meats

16G net carbs

Yeah I don’t feel that bad