So about three weeks ago I decided to cut out sugar as much as possible. So no sweets, soda (which I barely drunk to begin with), juice, or other sugary stuff with the exception to use some in my coffee. Now I thought this was going to be easy, and my biggest challenge would probably be chocolate or if I came across some amazing looking cupcake. However that hasn’t been the case. Since I started some days are a breeze. I walk by my beloved Reese’s no problem. Buy some days, wow I really want sweets. The funny thing is it’s not even the normal sweets I crave. I find myself wanting ice cream and whip cream, or soda. However I’m happy to report I have not given in. My will power has overcome and I’ve just said no.
Now I’m not sure exactly how long I’m giving up sugar for. Originally I said about two months or so. I know at the very least I’ll keep it up until October and see then will I continue. If I don’t continue on an all out ban on sugar I may just have a super strict limit.
Have you given up any food? If so why and for how long?
As always sending everyone positive vibes and cheering you on as you go out I to the world and kick butt.
Hello gals and guys, how are you this fine Monday? I’m doing pretty good, well as well as one who’s gotten barely any sleep in 4 days can be. Two out of my four boys haven’t been feeling too well, 1 being the baby. So needless to say sleep has been lacking. However what hasn’t been lacking is my gym time. At first I felt bad heading to the gym for a hour and a half while the boys were sick, but then my family told me I deserve a break. So I took my break and got my gym time in.
First I wanna talk about some progress I made in the jogging (I don’t consider what I do running) department.
This may be slow and not much to some people but to me this is so much progress. A month ago when I began my journey back into jogging I could barely do a quarter mile. Now here I am a month later and this is what I’m doing, 2 1/2 miles in 35 minutes. It hasn’t been easy but man does it feel good to see the improvement.
My second update is that I’m down 2.2lbs from last week. Also I took my measurements and I’m down 1/2 inch to an inch in all areas. After the breakdown I had in the doctor’s office I needed this. I was thinking of keeping track of my weight and measurements here but don’t know if I want to keep it on my About Me page, do a weekly quick post about it, or a little if both. Any suggestions are welcome.
The Mr went to the Warhouse for a fitness camp and bought me back some awesome Flag Nor Fail swag. So happy with my gifts and can’t wait to buy more.
Well I have to get going. I just wanted to wish you all a fantastic week. I’ll be posting a new recipe later this week, and a little review on Guardians of the Galaxy, so check back for that.
As always remember to try your best, at the end of the day that’s all that matters.
This past week has been a bit eh for me. I fell for one of my biggest don’ts. I let the pesky number on a scale ruin my mood and put me in a funk. I know, I know that number means nothing and for the most part I don’t let it get to me. However last week for whatever reason it just threw me off my game.
I have made improvements with my self imagine and I thought I was over those days where a silly number could bring me to tears. And while last week was an upset that number means nothing, I know that. I knew it last week too, but I couldn’t help how I felt. I’ve come to terms with it and am trying not to beat myself up for letting the scale get to me like that. I now know that no matter how much I’ve improved there will be times I doubt myself. There will be obstacles still and pesky numbers that will be unsettling for me. For the most part I’ll face them head on and not let it get to me, but if they get to me I can’t dwell in it. I need to just move on and keep chipping away.
Negative thoughts happen, we’re human and some of us have dealt with so much negative body image that it lingers. What we can’t let happen is that we stay stuck in the negativity. That number is just that, a number. It doesn’t define you or make you less of a person.
You define yourself, and you are a fantastic human being.
Motivation, it can be a fickle thing. Sometimes we wake up and are ready to conquer the world. Sometimes we need some fuel to get us going. It may fizzle out halfway through or be enough to push you to the end. Whatever the case may be we’ve all come across at time (or 2, or 50), when we just don’t have it in us. I’ve been feeling like this since Thursday.
Last week was my first week back to work after being off for 4 months on maternity leave. I started the week off with a bang. I was ready to go and had all these plans to work, come home, tend to the kids, and workout everyday. Boy was I wrong. I completely disregarded the fact that while I wasn’t sleeping in and slacking off during my leave, it wasn’t the same as working and doing all my regular tasks. Midway through the week I felt just like Homer, “Can’t someone else do it??” I pushed through and worked out at home, something light but at least it was something. By the time Friday rolled around I was completely drained. I came home and passed out. I woke up hours later upset that the Mr. let me sleep. I felt disappointed in myself for not sticking to my “plan” of being this kick ass beast and demolishing my workouts.
Over the weekend as I was at the gym doing some reps I was looking in the mirror and thought to myself don’t beat yourself up, you tried, you stayed as close to your plan as possible, and hey at least you did something. I was motivated to an extent, but my body just wasn’t. It wasn’t prepare for all the plans I had for it.
Here it is Monday, week two and I’ve revamped the game plan. I’ve set some realistic expectations and am aware of what my body is capable of and the adjustment period it’s going to need. I won’t lie as I sit here typing this I’m tired and ready to call it a night, but I knew if I put off this post I wouldn’t have the same words for it tomorrow. I have a funny feeling I may wake up tomorrow with a little less motivation than I had this morning, but I know I’ll get a second wind and push through.
Here’s to staying motivated and getting through our day/night/workout. It’s not easy to keep going at times, but you’ll feel so much better if you do.
It’s Sunday which means one thing, well besides tomorrow being Monday and it’s back to work for many of us. Sunday means meal prep time. Today I’ll share with you one of my go to recipes. It’s yummy and yields enough portions for a few days. However I can’t take all the credit, I’ve actually modified it from Jamie Eason’s version which can be found on the Body Building site. Feel free to follow whichever you prefer, or just add/take away what you like.
2 lbs ground turkey or chicken
3 egg whites
1 cup quick cook oats
Salt and pepper
About 1 teaspoon Chia Seeds (optional)
In a bowl mix all the ingredients. While mixing put oven to 375 degrees F.
Then shape mixture into balls and place in pan. I can get about 12 depending on how big I make them.
Place pan in oven for 40 minutes. Take out and let cool. Eat or store for future meals. I usually have two with some veggies in the morning or afternoon.
I like making these because they’re delicious, a good source of protein, and I can keep cooking/prepping other food while they cook. Give them a try and let me know what you think. If you make any modifications I would love to hear them.
Enjoy your Sunday and let’s get ready to conquer the week.
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