Happy Valentine’s Day. Hearts. Health. Heart health. There, I’ve acknowledged it.
It’s week 2 of my diet. Last week was a bit of a bumpy road but I lost over 2 pounds. Beginner’s luck. Just one billion left to go. Also, it helps to remove your sneakers for your second weigh-in.
Maybe it’s not quite beginner’s luck because I lost 2 pounds this week too.
Wanna know my secret? Here’s what I’m doing:
This picture here is a can of tuna, red onion, green pepper, fennel, almonds and raisins. Eat up. That’s lunch.
This week, I’m all about MyFitnessPal. Calorie counting is a sad and sobering experience especially when it is only 1pm and you’ve consumed all but 400 of your daily allotment. Or … I’m not going to say who (me), but someone I know (me) violated her self-imposed alcohol ban (excessively). (Please note that I recognize that if I posted this on Facebook, this would have violated one of my Facebook Commandments.) The point, aside from trying to assuage any social embarrassment, is that SLIP UPS HAPPEN. I swore I wouldn’t drink. It’s hard to do when you’re out. Or on snow days. But I’m trying to be honest with myself so the calorie counting and logging helps.
Yep. Of course, I’m working out as hard and as often as I can. I’m a work in progress and it’s good to remember that everyone is unhappy with their weight sometimes — even Tinkerbell. And while she’s unhappy, I’m hoping my end result looks like her (cartoonish) physique.
For all those snow haters, snow shoveling and walking is a big calorie burner. I know because I wore my heart rate monitor.
I’m working on trying to REDIRECT myself. One day this week, instead of giving into the surge to have a snack, I cleaned each shelf of the refrigerator. Seriously satisfying. Ahh — I can step back and enjoy the gorgeous glow of a clean fridge. I also matched misfit socks.
Boring? Yea. It is. Fortunately, I’m also bored with finding excuses to put off weight-loss. I’m bored with pretending a diet isn’t a diet. It is. It’s miserable and it’s a diet.