BECKAMARIE's CalorieKing blog
Wednesday, Sep 6 2006
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OK. So I blew my streak.
15 perfect days... 9 pounds lost... On the 16th day I sleep in, don't work out and ordered a Bud Light, cheeseburger with smoked mozzarella and fries at 8pm. At the moment I didn't care a bit. And if I weigh in the same as last Friday when I check-in in 2 days then I won't freak out. As much.
Moving on.....
The husband in his always loving (and I am serious) way, told me (as I was lamenting that I wasn't Jessica Simpson) that I should lose weight for myself. Not for him, for society or for anyone else. Just for me.
I know that and I want that. I just forget too easily. I forget how good it feels to move in linen pants without them clinging to my thighs. Or to look at my derriere in the mirror and not feel like puking
Maybe if I try real hard to remember how it feels to feel great in a pair of jeans I could stay motivated.
I used to be so good at this.
I think that when I give myself options I screw up. I know that once I lose to goal I can start to maintain with a different meal here and there. A meal out at a restaurant once or twice a week....
But at this moment I am committing to do exactly what I did 3 years ago when I successfully and healthily lost those nasty 40 pounds. Pack all 3 meals and 2 snacks and only eat what I packed. Pack my food every night before I go to bed and stop allowing myself the option of choice.
I will pack the foods that I love (SuperFoods!
) and I will have full control over my nutrition. 
With that being said I will go to the grocery tonight and stock up.
and I will get that scrip from the OBGYN filled!
Today
I woke at 4am and drifted in and out for awhile.... cuddled with the hubby and then dragged myself out at 5am.... lifted upper body (BFL ) for an hour, while washing a load of laundry....
At work till 5pm then off to my fave park trail to run 4 miles or so... then over to Mom's to hang out, visit and get a pedicure
Reflecting....I love my life. I love my husband. I love my family. I love my husband's family. I love my friends. I love my NoMo's. I love the fall and college football season. I love running in the fall. I love bow season for deer and turkey. I love roasting marshmallows. I love a glass of red wine.
It's a good day. RMM
WW PTS = 25
3pm--- my hubby just sent me the most beautiful email.... damn. I love him so much it hurts.
15 perfect days... 9 pounds lost... On the 16th day I sleep in, don't work out and ordered a Bud Light, cheeseburger with smoked mozzarella and fries at 8pm. At the moment I didn't care a bit. And if I weigh in the same as last Friday when I check-in in 2 days then I won't freak out. As much.
Moving on.....
The husband in his always loving (and I am serious) way, told me (as I was lamenting that I wasn't Jessica Simpson) that I should lose weight for myself. Not for him, for society or for anyone else. Just for me.
I know that and I want that. I just forget too easily. I forget how good it feels to move in linen pants without them clinging to my thighs. Or to look at my derriere in the mirror and not feel like puking
Maybe if I try real hard to remember how it feels to feel great in a pair of jeans I could stay motivated.
I used to be so good at this.
I think that when I give myself options I screw up. I know that once I lose to goal I can start to maintain with a different meal here and there. A meal out at a restaurant once or twice a week....
But at this moment I am committing to do exactly what I did 3 years ago when I successfully and healthily lost those nasty 40 pounds. Pack all 3 meals and 2 snacks and only eat what I packed. Pack my food every night before I go to bed and stop allowing myself the option of choice.
I will pack the foods that I love (SuperFoods!
) and I will have full control over my nutrition. With that being said I will go to the grocery tonight and stock up.
and I will get that scrip from the OBGYN filled!
Today
I woke at 4am and drifted in and out for awhile.... cuddled with the hubby and then dragged myself out at 5am.... lifted upper body (BFL
) for an hour, while washing a load of laundry....At work till 5pm then off to my fave park trail to run 4 miles or so... then over to Mom's to hang out, visit and get a pedicure
Reflecting....I love my life. I love my husband. I love my family. I love my husband's family. I love my friends. I love my NoMo's. I love the fall and college football season. I love running in the fall. I love bow season for deer and turkey. I love roasting marshmallows. I love a glass of red wine.
It's a good day.
RMMWW PTS = 25
3pm--- my hubby just sent me the most beautiful email.... damn. I love him so much it hurts.
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