Welcome To The 160's!!

Well hello there, 169.2!!  What has it been....6 years since we last met??  What a shock it is too run into you at 5:30 in my bathroom...on the scale!! Well I am super glad you were here, but I hope the next time I see you, you are more like 167!!

This morning I got a pretty big shock.  I have been stuck at 170 for about 2 - 3 weeks now.  It has been super frustrating but a little understandable because I was gaining muscle and losing inches.  I wasn't happy about it and  had completely resigned myself to the fact that I was going to spend the next 50 years of  my life at 170lbs as some sort of sick joke that my metabolism was playing on me!  I was just about to break my vow of abstinence from cheesecake until I reached my goal weight, when I made a fateful decision...  I chose to weigh myself.  This morning at exactly 5:30 a.m. I decided to stand on the small platform and pray that the little digital number that popped up wasn't higher than 170.  I convinced myself to expect 173 or 174 and I told myself that it would be OK because there was the comforting taste of chocolate mousse cheesecake in my near future.  However, the digital scale gods had another plan.  I stood on the scale and when that little 169.2 popped up I just about passed out! I did a jig and smiled hugely! I wanted to sing so the hills could hear me belt out at the top of my lungs, "The scales are alive with the sound of 169!!!"  (What can I say...I love the Sound of Music!)  However, since I live in a rather well populated apartment complex with neighbors next to me and below me, I felt it may possibly jeopardize my neighbor relations if my jubilant song served as an alarm clock for the neighborhood.  But hey! The thought was there!

In all seriousness, this gave me the boost I needed to keep going.  I have struggled so much with motivation but now I am not even tempted to cheat on my diet.  I didn't make it to the gym tonight and my lack of gym activity is something that I need to fix but for now I am going to bask in the glow of the 160's.

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Today - Failure...But Not An Epic One

So today I failed at going to the gym, however, my failure was not complete.  I did follow my diet...for the most part.  Hey! Don't judge me!! It was free taco day at DirecTv and everyone knows there is nothing more delicious (other than cheesecake) than FREE tacos!!!  I did manage to eat only 2 small ones and even though the deliciousness of the mouth-watering morsels of Mexican food beckoned me...I did not go back for more. I was strong. I said "no" to temptation.  I was victorious! In addition to winning an epic victory over temptation, I followed my diet plan today!! So excited!!!  I even cooked...and by "cooked" I mean used my microwave...dinner tonight!! It was a delicious meal of grilled chicken.

My main failure was that I didn't make it to the gym tonight.  Bad...I know...  I needed to go BUT (and here come the excuses) I got home later than I intended, talked to an amazing friend on the phone, needed to do laundry, had to practice my under-water basket weaving skills, put WD40 on my chainsaw chain, re-built the engine of my car, alphabetized my hand sanitizer and bath gel, and finally did a scientific study on what came first...the chicken or the egg??  The results of my study were inconclusive.

So...perhaps I should admit that I didn't do EVERYTHING on the above list...I didn't actually get to do laundry because I was out of soap.  I am fairly certain that missing the gym to WD40 a chainsaw chain on a chainsaw I don't actually own, is definitely important.  We all have to have priorities!! In all honesty, I blame my friend Tory for my lack of gym time.  That's right! She's the one that cleaned my apartment and made it all welcoming and homey and clean-smelling!  If my place had stayed a jungle of laundry and makeup and all sorts of random stuff that was taken out of my car...I would have wanted to leave ASAP and rushed immediately to the gym! 

The good news is that because I accomplished SOOO much tonight, I will have plenty of free time to spend with the treadmill.  The other piece of good news is that I haven't gained any weight.  Even with my lack of activity, I have managed to maintain the same weight from last week.  My focus is to lose 3lbs by next Friday.  I have decided that my end goal is 25lbs by September 23, 2011.  Rather than fixating on that end goal, I am going to look at each week as an individual opportunity to succeed!!!

 Hammer Time! 

Lonely Lindsay: Day 1

Ok so I wasn't exactly lonely in a gym full equipment and cute boys working on their muscles (some of them looked like poster children for Muscle Milk!), but it was definitely different not having a trainer to push me to take it to the next level.  I did about  45 minutes of cardio between the bike and treadmill.  I knocked out 75 crunches and 15 full sit ups.  I did do a little work on my legs but not too much since they are still a little tender from last week's torture.  Overall I would say my 1 hour 15 minute workout was a success.  Last night I Zumba'd it up and loved it!!! I am thinking that Zumba is going to become my new cardio exercise of choice! I love it!!! I use to think that I was a decent dancer with decent rhythm but boy was I wrong! My hips just don't move like they use to and when I try to make them, I end up looking like a constipated cow exhibiting the dance the Oompa Loompa's did in Willy Wonka!

I have also discovered that weight training (if that's what you can call what I did today) is not so bad with a great playlist of workout jams on my iPod!!

Today's Playlist:
1. Play That Funky Music White Boy
2. Party Up In Here (classic CLEAN version of DMX's hit)
3. I Love Rock'n'Roll
4. Gettin' Jiggy Wit It (who doesn't love old school Will Smith??)
5. In Da Club
6. All I Do Is Win
7. This Is How We Do It!
8. Whoomp There It Is!
9. Blaze of Glory (Bon Jovi FOREVER!!)
10. Living on a Prayer (again with the Bon Jovi)

The great news is that I made it to the gym...albeit late...by myself and managed a decent workout! Tomorrow is a new day and a new challenge to stay self-motivated!!

End of an Era

So today marked the end of my personal training era.  For the past year I have been working non-stop with a personal trainer and it has been awesome for my weight loss.  I wouldn't take back any of the time or money spent.  It was worth every penny.  I am finally to the point that I feel like I need to try this on my own.  It is now or never and if I can't keep up the workouts and the commitment to myself without paying someone to torture me, then I have really learned nothing in the past year.  I will admit that it is a little scary to go out on my own and see if I have what it takes to motivate myself and push beyond my perceived limits.  I am contemplating a few things to possibly ease me into this new phase of my weight loss.  There is always the option of group training classes that are less expensive than one-on-one sessions.  I can also attend various classes like Zumba and kick boxing, or even sign up for a boot camp or two.  At this point it is about proving to myself that I am able to keep going without someone holding my hand and pushing me.  It is time for me to be a big girl and show myself how bad I really want these last 25lbs before I spend even more money on my weight loss journey.  Tomorrow will be my first test.  I usually met with a trainer every Wednesday morning and that held me accountable to showing up to the gym.  Tomorrow morning I will not have that accountability.  Will I still wake up and work out or will I take advantage of sleeping in and really only cheat myself out of reaching the goals I have set for myself?? Stay Tuned....

You're Invited To A Party!!!

You are cordially invited to the Pity Party of Miss Lindsay Moody!!! 

Where: Operation Moody Hotness Blog

When: All day every day!! The party never ends!!! 

Theme: Please come equipped with a walk that is slower than most 85 year olds and accessorize with a slumped over back and slight limp.  A permanent grimace every time you sit down, stand up, move, or breathe is also required.

RSVP: Not necessary. The more the merrier! 

Party Favors: IB Profren, Icy Hot, Heating Pads, and an intense longing for Deep Tissue Massages (the "longing" is free, you will have to book and pay for your own massage!)

Yes, I know that I brought this whole extreme soreness thing on myself.  Yes, I know that YOU believe that in the end it will be worth it, me...not so much.  I firmly believe that instead of workouts that leave me wishing I could just amputate my insanely sore limbs using a dull spoon (pretty sure this would be less painful than what I am experiencing right now), what I really need is intense psychotherapy to determine why I have the need to pay to be tortured, leaving my body in a state of extreme distress.  Perhaps electroshock therapy might be in order, or even a lobotomy!!

If you are going to tell me that in the end I will be thankful for my pain and that soreness is a good thing because it means my body is out of its comfort zone and there for working harder to burn calories - I will tell you this, "You're rational, well-informed logic has no place at my pity party."  That's right! There will be no party poopers at my Pity Party!  

Death By Weigh Training

So the title may be a touch dramatic but it is completely accurate! Besides, this is my blog and I reserve the right to be as dramatic as I see fit.  It is also not lost on me that it is entirely possible that I will die from weight training as my entire upper body (hands, arms, fingers, shoulders, upper back, neck, nose, eyelids, and hair follicles)  feels as though it could crumble at just the slightest movement, and judging by the work out my trainer gave my lower body today...tomorrow I will be all sorts of a hot mess.  Just follow me for a minute - if I am correct and my hands, arms, fingers, shoulders, upper back, neck, nose, eyelids, and hair follicles decide that they can't handle even the mere thought of another morning at the gym and subsequently fall off/out my body, it could potentially cause a bit of a problem with my day to day activities.  Imagine then that my legs adopt the same philosophy...I will be nothing but a bald head.  This would be especially inconvenient due to the fact that I live alone and I am pretty sure Gizmo would be less than helpful due to his lack of hand/eye coordination.  

So in light of the above irrational fear of the century, there is only one naturally rational and logical response.  No more gym/weight training! No gym = no sore muscles. No sore muscles = loyal/happy limbs that never feel the need to leave me! Loyal/happy limbs that never feel the need to leave me = guilt free trip to Cheesecake Factory!! Genius! I fix my problem of extreme pain, my fear of abandonment, and indulge my love of chocolate mousse cheesecake in one fatal swoop! 

I have seen quite a bit progress in the last few weeks.  I have officially reached 75lbs of weight loss!! I am so close to my goal!! Only 25lbs to go! I am encouraged by my progress even though I don't enjoy some of the immediate side effects to my hard work.  This week I need to kick it up a notch and get serious about my cardio time! I need 6 hours in 5 days!  I am hoping that I am able to celebrate my 27th birthday in style with a little black dress and a big jump out of a perfectly good airplane with nothing between me and the ground except for a cloth parachute!!  That's right!! Sky Diving!! I have 2 months to lose 25lbs. if I am going to reach my goal of losing 100lbs by my birthday. This means I need to average 3lbs per week!  Time to put my game face on and DOMINATE!!!! 

The Joys of Self-Sabotage

I am a mess.  Oh yes, a hot mess!  This weight loss thing is never going to end and I am pretty sure that at this point in the game it would be much more enjoyable to just hit the dang Cheesecake Factory and eat my body weight in cheesecake! That would be 171lbs of pure joy and merriment!!! Sure, my arteries are going to cry when I walk in the door and the sugar shock will lead to an inevitable heart attack, but seriously...What A Way To Go!!!!

I self sabotaged tonight.  I got stressed out discussing a personal issue with a friend of mine and my first instinct was to dive into a Whopper.  I don't even like Whoppers and at this very moment I am pretty sure I am going to commence projectile vomiting (sorry if that was a bit graphic).  I feel disgusting.  Barf!! I am not Dr. Phil or Dr. Laura or anything, but the subject I was discussing was the exact reason for my weight gain in the first place.  It is also my number 1 trigger for stress eating...now I am not exactly a rocket scientist but I am pretty sure there might be a connection here.  Just saying.  At any rate, tomorrow is another day and hopefully one that is free of binge eating inducing conversations and Whoppers!

July 2010 vs. July 2011

July 2010

Camping, Weight Loss, and S'Mores

I spent the last weekend camping with my family.  I was super excited to spend time with my family eating cookies, s'mores, hot dogs, huge breakfasts, pop, chips, and...well you get the point.  I had completely resigned myself to gaining 5lbs in 4 days and figured that if I had to sacrifice fruit, vegetables, and grilled chicken in order to fully participate in the Moody fun...well that was a sacrifice I would just have to make.  It is hard to be this selfless but someone had to do it.  In order to not completely blow my diet, I did take a few healthy snacks for me to eat.  Imagine my shock when I arrived at the campsite and found that my mom had stocked their 5th wheel with mainly healthy food and snacks.  Outside of a couple of ice cream bars (Silver Mint Schwann Man Deliciousness!!!) and my dad's beloved Chocodiles, there was virtually NO junk food!! She explained to me that she worked really hard to make sure that I had healthy food to eat and that it would be good for the rest of the family to eat healthier on the trip as well.  WHAT?!?!?  No Cheetos?  No pop?  No cookies?  What kind of camping trip was this????  Did I take a wrong turn and end up at a fat camp??   

In all honesty I was super touched that my mom made such an effort to support me and my goals.  She went so far as to deny herself, my dad, and little brother (all of which don't need to lose weight) of their usual favorite snacks in order for me to not fall completely off track.  It was rather funny when my dad came into the 5th wheel looking for some packaged cookies and was told there weren't any!  He looked rather shocked and  saddened.  Luckily for him, my big brother and his wife had brought all sorts of delicious snacks so my dad was not completely deprived! In addition to the health food, my mom and sister in law went on long walks with me and encouraged me to stay active instead of lounging around the camp site all day. It was so fun to take Gizmo for walks and see all the beautiful scenery.  I ended up going for a jog one evening with Gizmo.  I have discovered that 5lb Yorkies aren't exactly the greatest running partners.  It was a tough jog up hills and on gravel and half way through the 2nd hill, Gizmo sat down and refused to budge.  I ended up jogging and carrying him.

I will admit to eating one s'more.  Don't judge me! Camping isn't camping without soot covered, roasted marshmallows! Overall it was great trip and time with my family.  After weighing this morning it looks like even though my routine was interrupted and a s'more was eaten, I lost 1lb while camping!!  I am slowly learning how to balance life and my new lifestyle!