That's how I feel about this round. I was lying in bed last night (after I skipped on the Chips Ahoy because Tony was going to bed and I didn't want to eat alone at 10:45) thinking about why this is so hard to get into and what was different in January that got me excited about it. I mean, I remember the feelings of elatement and determination of finally getting off my ass and getting into it. I remember the results and how good it felt. But something is holding me back. I just don't know what. Probably myself. I have always been my own worst enemy; I mean, aren't we all? Even now as I write this post, giving up writing it is in the forefront of my thoughts as my kids nap and I hear doors slamming upstairs from the wind... over and over again, and I have beds to make and laundry to do and my family room is a shit hole... all excuses. All excuses to not face the truth. Not to mention how fucking HUNGRY I am right now. I can't get back into the swing of meals like I had them down pat before... though I'm kinda trying. I had a handful of Honey Combs as I was shelling out cereal to the kids this morning, really early, thinking it would get my metabolism going and I'd have a real breakfast in another half hour or so. But then I got caught up on the 'puter, and Holden is way sick and wanted to sit with his momma, and I didn't even get a cup of coffee until 9. Ouch. After I made the kids pancakes for lunch I had a Clif bar for lunch. The fucker is 240 calories, 5g of fiber, and 11g of protein. That should be enough to hold me over until at least 4 o'clock, but no. I'm already day dreaming about chocolate chip cookies and cake and loaded mashed potatoes. Damn it. I figured the Clif bar was cheap, easy, and filling, and since I have so much to do today I really want to save the time and get into it. This day, and frankly, all of last week, has been horrid. My kids are meltdown kings, and with Holden and Nora sick I can barely keep my cool. They've been SO naughty, pushing every button, deliberately disobeying, fighting, screaming, pushing, hitting, the gamut. I went upstairs to get the dirty sheets so I could wash them and put them back on, and by the time I got the sheets and vacuumed up there, I came down to every single shoe in the closet (mind you, that's like, 30 shoes) strewn all over the house, along with all the dress up clothes, all the throw blankets, and all the decorative pillows, and at least two of them running and hiding because they were illegally playing with my sewing machine. Which I don't even have time to play with. :(
Maybe I feel overwhelmed? Maybe it's just spring fever and now that winter's finally gone I feel like I can catch up so my mind is in a hundred other places. Maybe it's my kids being little fucking pukes 90% of the time. I don't know. All I know is I need to find motivation somewhere. Something. Something to get me INTO it, and KEEP me there.
I just dug up all my old paper photographs to scan and post everything embarrassing on Facebook to humiliate all my closest friends and family, and I look at them and can't imagine being as thin as I was. In some of them I was 100 pounds lighter than I am now. In some I was only 50 pounds lighter than I am now. I can't believe the difference it makes. I think I was too thin, at 150, and my goal is just to be under 200. In a perfect world I'd be 160 or 170, but that's never going to happen, and I'm okay with that. I just want to buy a L dress from a normal store and know that even though a L is a 16/18 the fucking thing will fit and I'll have options outside of Lane Bryant and Wal Mart. Sheeeit.
I did just jump on the scale, and am at 165. So that's good. A start at least. I have been drinking more water, and trying to snack less. Also, I've been adding in muscle building exercises anywhere I can. For instance, I am so horribly out of shape, I can do crunches that I can FEEL sitting in the recliner. LOL I've started stretching again (oh, I LOVE stretching! One of my very good friends suggested a yoga DVD, I think it was Yoga for Every Body that I might get, but in reality, yoga is just stretching with meditation. I already meditate so all I have to do is stretch, LOL!), and using my muscles more, kind of like pilates in motion? Like, I'll hold the milk out at the end of my arm for a minute or two after filling the kids' cups. It's not much, but it's something, and it seems to be working. I feel stronger, and I can already feel my tummy getting a smidgen tighter. I also REALLY want to start walking and working on the C25K. It seems like every day we're so busy that by the time Tony gets home there's so much to do I don't have time, and when I do I haven't showered and I'm so gross I feel like I'd need to shower to be seen outside the house, or by the time the kids are in bed it's dark. Maybe if I designate a time, say 6:30, just 3x a week, that I leave the house, and it's MY time to walk. I can give myself that hour no matter how dirty I am, or how buggy it is, and just let Tony deal with the kids and I could be back to help with bedtime. But even tonight is a bath night, and Tony gets home at 5:30, dinner will be at 6, baths at 6:30 (and trust me, NO ONE wants to bathe 4 kids alone, LOL!), bed at 8, and by then it's dark. Not to mention that the weather has been stormy and rainy the last week or so, and it hasn't exactly been the best weather to start an exercise routine in. I mean, not that I'd melt, but I think I'd do better running in the rain once I'm actually jazzed about running. Right now it still feels like a chore. LOL
Well, I had to check in. I am still trying. If anyone can find motivation for me, please send it this way. Right now though I have to go make 5 beds and finish up the laundry. Ya know, before the kids wake up and re-spread the shoes everyfuckingwhere. :P