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Monday, December 22

Holiday Cheer

HOLIDAY CHEER:

Carbs + Butter + Cheese
Carbs + Chocolate
Liquor

Remember that commercial a while back where the lady unwraps a present from Santa and it’s a “big butt!!”

UGH.

Can’t we just focus on family and friends and enjoy all the hoopla without all the extra calories and guilt?

No.

We can’t because we are US…we are those who have been on the roller coaster far too long, most of us our whole lives, and we don’t know how to just BE and ENJOY.

These ten extra pounds are seriously killing my mojo and Holiday spirit. First of all because it made my last ten pounds to lose my last TWENTY pounds to lose.

Second of all because now when I put on my Christmas outfits instead of feeling good, I am looking in the mirror every 20 seconds looking for where the extra bulge has migrated too. (Because even though my clothes fit the same…it just HAS to be there somewhere…)

But here is the good news if there is any: We have two weeks off of school, lesson plans, committee meetings, homework, making lunches, soccer practice, piano lessons, and Religion class.  (sorry, I am married to the Oxford comma.)

That means there is an excess of TIME to move and exercise. To eat healthy. To work on my plank challenge.  To squat away the “big butt” Santa left under the tree.

TIME.

And time is the best Holiday gift of all. 

In T minus 10 days I start my 500-mile challenge at my gym. I broke up the miles into monthly goals and increments, so I can stay on track, factoring in the weeks on vacation when I won’t be able to run at the gym which is the only place the miles “count”.   I am looking forward to running on the track on the Cruise Ship in July, as that will be the ultimate bad ass.


And the 20-lbs I will have lost by then……

Thursday, December 11

New Plan - take 2

Last night I killed it at the gym, squatted extra low, lifted extra high, and ellipticaled extra on the elliptical. Today I woke up sore, but feeling slender if that’s a thing. After a hard ass work out and a day with low carbs you just feel more slender, even if you are the exact same size, and that can be euphoric when you have been in a slump like I have.

I know I wrote about having a plan a while back, and that plan flew out the window, but I have a new plan now and this one is going to work come hell or high water. It has to.

I was talking to someone the other day about my journey and how I cannot fail at it this time. It is jut NOT an option. I am a writer and hundreds of people read my blog for inspiration. I am a leader in lap-band support group and people who are scared or on the fence look to me for reassurance that they are doing the right thing. I am an active member of my community with all eyes on my every move, not in a snarky way (I hope) but rather as an “if SHE can do it then so can I”. I literally can’t go back to fat.

So my new plan is a little more strategic then the binder I put together to record my weight, calories and exercise. I know you can do that all online or through Apps, but I like to SEE it on paper, just like I like to write with a pen once in a while. This time I have actual goals and a means to get there.

My gym is sponsoring a 500-mile challenge and I have all of 2015 to run to Missouri. Every 50 miles you run on the treadmill or on the indoor track you win a prize like a water bottle, or a tote bag, a t-shirt, and the grand prize is a month of no gym fee (mine is 22 bucks, whoo hoo) and an entry into a drawing for a free YEAR of gym (now we’re talking).


But the real prize of course you silly people, is the accomplishment of actually DOING this. It will keep me going, it will work out all of my other problems like my low-energy, weight slump, and emotional digressions.

Once I had the plan, I needed the swag, so I treated myself to a brand new sports bra and running capris from Victoria’s Secret. Nothing says get your ass to the gym then spending a hundo plus on work-out clothes. Can’t wait to ring in the new year Jan 1 in my new sportswear.


I promise blog more and give you updates along the way as always. If not for anything else but to keep MYSELF running, and running……

Tuesday, December 2

I'm. Stuck.

As the old saying goes, if you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything at all. Which is why I haven’t written in two weeks.

Yeah, that “game plan” I drafted? Down the shitter.

I’m a mess over here.

A ten-pound heavier mess.

WTF!!

I can’t get myself to the gym, or to even do squats in my living room, I just want to hide under my snuggie with my eyes closed and pretend no one can see me.  And eat Cheez-its. Is that too much to ask?

Or turn goth. I do own a lot of black clothing.

Next week I visit my surgeon, which I scheduled three weeks earlier because I decided I needed help sooner than later. I am afraid he is going to be super dissapointed.  Give me those “you fucked up” eyes.

I am afraid.

I’m going to ask Santa for some personal training sessions after the New Year. Santa will provide, I know this much.

Will it help? Will I go? Will I get where I want to be?

I lost the bulk of my weight so fast but this past year I lost and gained the same 10 lbs putting me in the exact same place as I was last December.


What will 2015 bring?