Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Pilates!

Woo-hoo. Pilates kicks butt. Actually, Pilates kicks abs. I'm taking a class at RCC. I might just have to keep taking it because I really like it, at least so far. I think it will really help as I get into the old lady phase of my life. That whole strengthening-the-core thing really makes sense now that I know what the core is. I'm hoping this will fix my lower back problem.

Weight class tonight. Did I lose any this week?

Update: Yup. Another pound. That's 44.

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Back on track

Ok, I'm down another pound. I had gained a few a couple weeks ago and now I've gotten rid of those plus one. I went to the store tonight and bought lots of veggies and a variety of diet frozen meals. I'm going to see which ones I like best. They'll be convenient at work, and cheaper than going out for lunch. Tonight for dinner I had The Zone enchilada pie. I'm giving it a thumbs up. I had a lovely tangelo for dessert.

Gonna start keeping a food journal again.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

The Biggest Loser

I finally watched it tonight. Actually, I didn't see the whole thing and I had to watch a lot of it with the sound turned down. I really can't deal with the super dramatic music, the dramatic quick-cuts, the dramatic expressions of defeat or exasperation, the dramatic DRAMA. The reality show formula just makes me want to scream, which is why I don't watch them. So, even though it'll be dramatically difficult, I'll probably watch this show again.

I hate the dramatic in-your-face stuff, but it struck a nerve that needed striking. I've gotten complacent lately and the weight loss has stalled. I don't want the real life drama of having to deal with the doctor's scorn when I check in on Wednesdays. If you don't do well they scold you. I had that happen once and I didn't like it. Not because I didn't want to take responsibility for my failure that week (actually, I had lost weight), but because it felt like his crappy, canned speech. He seemed like he was enjoying it, even. I finally just said what I knew he wanted to hear just to get him to shut up. It's a bad policy because I think it encourages people to lie to them. Yes, I drank the water. Yes, I exercised. As long as you drop a pound or two you can get away with it.

So, if I can get a dose of the in-your-face shit that doesn't actually belong to me I think it'll serve to keep me focused. I'll watch the show with the sound turned off when they're doing the dramatic weigh-in. I'll turn it back up again when they're all in the room screaming at each other.

Anyway, that's how I feel about it right now.