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Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Movement: A Necessity
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Thursday, April 14, 2011
That girl likes to plateau...
I feel like him today. This whole week, the past two weeks even. I've been kinda floating. I'm all the way live until about 6 p.m. and then I want my bed. My training, my eating, my hobbies, my sorority life, er-thang seems to be taking a backseat to one thing, one daunting reality: I'm tired lol.
Updates:
Writing: I did actually finish my poetry for the collaboration with my friend in February by the set deadline. I just didn't update here.
Yoga: More misses than hits lately. I haven't made it a habit. I've been getting up late every morning and just aimlessly soaking in the morning before I rush around for no other reason than to do so.
Meditation: I'm lazy but definitely needing to practice holding my thoughts under my captivity
Workouts: I'm getting in 5, 6 at the most now-a-days. Down 14 lbs. No meal planning has been in effect and I know that isn't going to last.
Financials: I'm still learning.
Post A Week 2011: I've missed two weeks. With no other reason than being preoccupied with something else.
Hair: I've started using KeraCare Naturals line and I like it. I still have my SheaMoisture products on the ready. lol And today is definitely feeling like a hair day.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
JumpRope Memoirs: Self- Esteem Dream
So... my thoughts have been inundated with self-appreciation at all levels. The concept that regardless of size I have to make the best effort to treat myself well. The Evolution of Me project that I'm allowing to totally transform my life now is out of love for myself. It's hard. I won't even lie about that. It's hard knowing that I'm going to fail often before I succeed. It's hard knowing that some people expect me to have a low view of myself because of weight. But I don't. A low self-esteem even. But I don't. I don't however like when other people try to make me feel bad about it though. That's annoying. Some even assume I'm not taking care of myself because I'm fresh to death on that "heavy status". Insert eye roll here. I work out hard, heavy, and intensely when I do. Because I want it to count. I've even *crossing my fingers* got a handle on mindless munching. It's beyond irritating when some men think I should be glad that they are paying me attention. Heck, he should be glad I was actually present in the moment, to notice he was paying me attention. But that could be a rant for another day and time.
Funny thing today I feel like I could be a writer. I'm not though. Just like I can sing, but I'm not a performer. I love to play with words, to put them together and make a coherent written thought. Even if it's vague.
For this week, for yoga I've just been practicing breathing. Being conscious of the breath. Meditating for a few moments in the morning.
Workouts: I almost didn't work out yesterday. Not because I was tired. Not because I was sore. My workout partner didn't want to. But I did workout. I worked out because a friend from the summer morning crew was there to put me on blast. It just reminded me that I do it for me. If I had missed, I'd feel bad today knowing that school is dismissing early for a snow day and I may not get a chance to go to the gym. I even want to go today because we're doing punches lol. My lesson in that: I can only expect me to go and work. Because my partner may decide she doesn't want to at all. I can't use that as an excuse to derail myself.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
JumpRope Memoirs #1: Quitting lol
After all the ab work 50 minutes worth we had to do 400 Rope jumps-jump ropes however you picture it. I was exhausted like I hadn't been in weeks. I was mad that it was taking me so long, mad that I was out of shape. (In better shape than I was though) And I really went through some body image mental wars trying to get those 400 jumps. At 150 my breath was short. I felt flabby and imagined that other people thought I was flabby.( not the case, others think I'm a hottie lol) But at 200 I wanted to quit. I wanted to put down the rope and just not come back to the gym. Irrational I know. But I was tired. Tired of seemingly being slower when I should be faster. Tired of trying to get it done when its clearly doing me in. But I went back the next day.
It's Saturday and my torso is still achy. I'm having to keep a bra on all day (t m i) because that muscle back there behind that breast tissue that I didn't know existed aches without that support. But my torso feels tight and I'm still in it to win it. I'm down 18 lbs.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Guilty as Charged
Oddly enough I was doing okay during the day yesterday, cooking meals of substance, no mindless snacking, no wasted calories- that's my phrase for candy, sweets, etc. When I made a trip to walmart I picked up not one but
Anyway, I read something yesterday that caught my attention a guy on a blog somewhere in cyberspace referred to himself as a selectarian... saying he's selective about what he puts in his mouth, his body. And I like that, so much more than saying I'm a clean eater, or pollotarian, or pescetarian. It's a mind game I know lol, but if that keeps my engine going, I'll take it.
So, I can't change what I've eaten already, but I'm aiming to stick to my planned snacks and meals for the rest of the day.