Over the hump

Third day of 30 Day Shred:  NOT TOTAL AGONY.  

I'm taking that as a small victory.  Honestly, I worked hard, but there wasn't that feeling that I was going to collapse into a panting heap of jiggling cellulite.

In other excersizzle news...last night I did my first Couch to 5k workout on the treadmill while watching Season 4 of LOST on DVD.  I'm still definitely in the huffa-chuffa chub waddle category, not truly running, but it felt good to get sweaty.  It was weird -- all day yesterday I felt like such a slacker for not doing a "big" workout.  I almost didn't get on the treadmill; Charlie took the baby out to run errands when he got home, and the thought of an undisturbed hour-long soak in the tub was pretty appealing.  I made myself get into workout clothes and get moving, and MAN was it worth it.  I felt a million times better afterwards.

The Wii Fit says I'm down about 5 pounds.  Water weight!  Gotta love it.  Official weigh-in day will be Tuesday.  We'll see what the results are then.  I have two things that might throw me this week:  dinner at Rajput with Charlie tonight (belated birthday celebration) and my birthday party this Saturday night.  I'm trying to decide if I want to splurge tonight and be good on Saturday, or be good tonight and splurge on Saturday.  Hrm.  It's not easy to stay under 1500 calories a day when there's Indian food and a bucket of margaritas available in the same week. And cake!  Ohhhhh, cake.  I just don't want to throw away all my hard work.

Since yesterday was "rest" day, tomorrow needs to be "HELL DAY."  I have to have a heiny-pounding day before the weekend.  My goal is to do 30DS, AM & PM Yoga (these aren't really even workouts, they're more stretching & relaxation), balance ball ab workout, and my second Couch to 5k workout on the treadmill.  It sounds like a lot, but it's not.  I'm not sure yet if I will do a total rest day on Saturday or Sunday.  I probably should, but I don't think I can go a day without exercising.

(Wow.  Did I really just type that?  And I actually meant it!  Dang!)

Day of Rest

I have deemed Wednesday my official "rest" day.  And by rest, I mean, go clean my mom's house and run on the treadmill later.  No Jillian today -- just my couch-to-5k workout and maybe yoga or balance ball.  Oh yeah, Mom hooked me up with a balance ball!  AND a gift cert to Running Etc.

It's amazing how just a couple of days of eating better and working out have boosted my energy level.  Usually, when I head to my mom's on Wednesdays, my butt is dragging and I take a nap when I get home.  Today, I got all the cleaning done (sans Red Bull, no less!) and came home with even more energy.  We'll see how much I can get done this afternoon.

Now how about those before pictures?  Uh...hrm.  Well, here's the thing.  I totally understand the logic behind embarrassing, floppy-belly, wow they make those shorts in YOUR size? pictures.  They're great motivation -- I've even taped them to containers of ice cream in my freezer before ("Hey fatass, this is YOU, do you REALLY need another pint of Chubby Hubby?").  But I'm not sure that I need my friends to see my almost-nekkid flabby self.  I'll keep them to myself for now, and bust them out when I'm down 50 lbs or so.

I had planned to post pictures from New Year's Eve, but it appears Blogger has taken a giant dump and won't upload them.  Wah wahhhhh.  I'll figure it out and post them...soon!

First Day Blogging, Second Day Shredding

Why am I blogging?  There's about five bajillion fitness/SAHM/"I was a fattie and now I'm not" blogs out there, right?  True.  But I need to write for ME, and if anybody out there in the Wide World of Internets wants to come along, so be it.   I want to write because I need a place to track my progress, to keep myself honest, to hold myself accountable.  I can't put into words how much I want to be in DC this fall, walking in the SGK 3-day.  And I DON'T want to do it as a waddling lard-ass who has to take the bus to camp because her thighs are chafed. 

So here we are.  I'm 5'3", I weigh 234 (owch!).  My BMI is in the "OH MY GOD SCARY FAT!" range, and I pretty much feel like poop on a daily basis.  I'm 31 today, and over the last week I've realized I don't want to live like this anymore.  I don't want to hide behind "It's baby weight" anymore...the baby's almost a year old, and now so's the fat.  

Thanks to my super-supportive hubby (aka The Charles) and my awesomest of awesome Mom, I've been given all the tools I need to succeed.

Yesterday, I started Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred workout. I thought I was going to die. It's pretty clear that it is a workout for people who are already fairly fit, which I'm SO not. I still pushed through and did it, though, and I did it again today. It was harder to get started, but seemed to go by faster (thank God!).  Miss Jillian claims that this workout (when done daily and combined with her eating plan) can get 20 lbs off in a month.  Vee shall see...honestly, I'd be happy with an eight pound loss and not feeling like I'm going to die when I carry the baby up the stairs.

I've also been doing AM/PM Yoga, which is the jam for sure, if only because it makes me remember how flexible I used to be.  PM has been a challenge only because the Wee Lad -- he chooses that time to drop all his toys and play "Let's Grab Mommy's Legs and Scream as She Attempts Downward-Facing Dog."  I like working out when he's in the room.  I want him to see that exercise is part of everyday life, not just something you do after New Year's or when you need to fit into a swimsuit.

Today's my birthday...on Saturday, Mom gave me the 30DS DVD and Jillian's book that goes with it (and a gift cert for a pedicure! woo!).  The Charles hooked me up with a Nike+ sensor and transmitter for my iPod this morning (double woo!).  Now I just need the Nike+ shoes.  I'm a ways off from actual running, but I'll get there.  

Coming soon:  My dreaded "Before" pictures!  Blargh.