I’ve decided not to be an ostrich

I’m a few days late posting this, but here are my 30 day results.

  

28-Dec

28-Jan

weight

224

221

90 day target weight

190

  

Goal weight

140

  

  

  

  

Basic Measurements

  

  

Chest

44

44

R Arm

14

13.75

L Arm

14

13.75

Waist

47

46

Hips

50

49

R. Thigh

23

24

L. Thigh

23

24

Total

215

214.5

  

  

  

Body Fat %

46.00%

45.00%

weight

224

224

Waist

47

46

wrist

7

6.75

Hip

50

49

calf

16

16.5

Forearm

11

11

Total

131

129.25

     


I’m not entirely pleased with this, as my goal was to lose closer to 10lbs a month. But I’ve started, and that’s what has to count.

So in the past, what I end up doing is beating myself up, and backsliding, all with the negative mindset of “I’m never going to lose weight”, and “Why do I even bother, nothing ever changes”. I’m trying not to bring myself down, even though I only lost a paltry 4 pounds this month. I tried to identify what I did not do this last month that will help me in the next 30 days without being negative.

-I didn’t keep a food log

-I didn’t stick with the workout plan

-I don’t have complete control over what I eat every day. (More on that later)

On the positive side,

-I have only had one soda this month

-I have started eating more veggies

-I have been going on long walks with the hubby instead of always going to the gym

But the real crux is, yes, I was busting my ass in the gym and at home, but I didn’t start doing that until nearly 2 weeks after I took my measurements. And then in the last week, I really felt myself struggling to stay focused on my goals. There just seemed to be so much shit happening, I started letting it bring me down. So, I did what I always do: I poked my head in the sand and ignored my life.

I say that I don’t have total control over what I eat because currently, my in-laws are living with me and they were cooking most meals, since I got tired of the complaints that my food was too spicy, or so-and-so doesn’t like beans, or whatever. So, I did the ostrich thing and let them take over the cooking since they didn’t like what I was making. But then, while I eat the food they cook, I realized, I don’t particularly care for their cooking either-so there!

I’ve felt, and my husband has frequently commented, that it seemed like they are trying to sabotage our efforts to eat healthy. As soon as we announced we were going to start exercising regularly and eating right, they started cooking more meals that relied on deep frying and/or copious amounts of oil to cook. They also seemed to be making sweets at every turn. It is aggravating because we have asked that they not fry the foods, or use so much oil, and their response is, “Well, that’s how we cook it” or more infuriating, “That’s how it says to cook it.” GAH! And every meal has to have bread! We go through so much bread in this house, it’s ridiculous.

So, in the last few weeks, I have stepped up my own kitchen efforts to try and take control of what I eat. I’ve been planning and cooking more meals myself. I also started using my plate to manage my portions, using half for veggies, and the other side is divided for starches and protein. Cardiosmart.org has an excellent graphic of how my usual dinner plate looks:

As far as my workouts went, I primarily focused on my gym workouts, and I didn’t always do my Beachbody program. And that’s sad because I love my Beachbody programs, I just wasn’t making the time to do them in the mornings like I needed to. Ideally, I would be getting up early enough to get in my morning workout, before the kids are up for school. Then in the afternoon, my husband and I would hit the gym or go for a walk. But I wasn’t doing my part.

But that’s okay. I’m done being an ostrich about my life and how I approach things. I’m done half-assing my life and making excuses. After all, that’s why I started this blog, and why I want to help other people through my website, www.quitbitching-getfit.com. I want to make my business successful, and the way to do that is by advertising my own results and my own struggles.

I want to stop making excuses as to why I can’t lose weight. And stop rationalizing my failures. And no, I don’t think I’m blaming my family for keeping me fat. I made a choice to let them do the cooking. However, when I saw how they were doing it, I started taking a more active role in the kitchen. Yes, I hate getting up early. But I will at least make an effort, which will be easier when the house dynamics change in 2 weeks.

 


 

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