Motivation: The Valentine’s Challenge

My biggest problem is getting started. I feel like I’ve been trying to get the ball rolling for some time now. Too long now. So I’ve got a few ideas to keep me going once I start so I don’t backslide every other month.

I suggested over lunch today that my boyfriend and I strike up a bet. We’ve tried the whole being friends on the weight loss app thing and I just don’t want to be the naggy girlfriend who says, “honey, your eating to much.” I don’t think that healthy.  We both can lose a few lbs and we both want to but motivation is hard to come by. So we’re making it into a game, that’s totally up our alley. We play games all the time; you know board games with our friends. Here are the stakes: Whoever can lose the highest percentage of weight by Valentines Day pays for tickets for a Valentine’s trip to Disney.  We both weighed ourselves at the same time on the same scale wrote it down and put it in a sealed envelope. I’m calling it the Valentine’s challenge and I’m totally going to win.

So the next step is eating right consistently and making my way back to the gym. I don’t hate working out that much once I get into a routine but damn I hate the gym. Seriously it’s a room surrounded by mirrors and shared with other people, I’d be more apt to go if no one could see me doing it, not even me.

Sidebar: I’m a voracious reader, I just love books. I’m usually reading more than one and they just go so fast. I spend probably half of my free time reading.

So when I was pondering how to get myself to go back to the gym I figured I’d take a book. It’s worked in the past, reading and using the stationary bike. So I bought a book by one of my favorite authors, Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson. It’s a book that through recommendation I know will be one I wont want to put down, the kind of book you stay up until 3 AM to finish. And that’s the twist, I’m not allowed to read it unless I’m exercising.  I have faith that this will work, I can stick to that rule and all will be well. I just got back from the first night back at the gym, did 30 minutes on the bike and I feel okay. Not quite an exhilarating endorphins rush, and I know I’m out of shape when the nineteen steps back up to my apartment was hard to do. But It’s a start and a step toward victory!! Hehe.

BMI- progress for the sake of progress

So I’ve been eating better for about two weeks now (I’ll get to the exercising, one thing at a time for now). I’m starting to feel some improvement and my scale is reflecting that. I know typically it’s easier to lose weight the first couple weeks but I’m going to take this as encouraging and run with it (figuratively, actual running will ensue…soon).

I’m not going to tell you how much I weigh or what my goal weight is because, I don’t have to. I’m going to use BMI instead because we need some sort of numerical system to function.  Two weeks ago I was at a body mass index of 31. If you look at the BMI tables that’s right over the line between overweight and obese (‘Merica). Today it was at 30.2. Improvement. Slight, but whatever. I need encouragement where I can get it so I don’t drive through and get a big mac or hot fudge sundae.

I’ve been sticking with my ~1,600 calories a day, most days its pretty simple. I’m trying not to get upset with myself for minor slips. Eat smaller portions more often yadda yadda. All-in-all I’m feeling okay. The ball is rolling and it’s moving in the right direction. The real test is yet to come.

Aw, Here It Goes!

I’ll lose weight next year or I’m going to start running next week, false promises that future YOU makes to present YOU and never follows through on. What a jerk.  I’m going to write mine down. I have never had major health issues; sure I’m a bit overweight but nothing extreme. I’ve always been ok with my body, and with my sense of self. It’s hard to motivate yourself to change for the best when you’re content with okay, and let’s face it change is hard and scary and for later… right?

I was recently diagnosed with polycystic ovarian syndrome, which is apparently more common than one would be led to believe. It’s exactly what it sounds like and can have some serious repercussions if left alone, heart disease, type II diabetes and infertility. None of those are okay anymore, and surprisingly that last one was the kicker. I’ve taken a drastic turn from complacent to severely worried and unhappy with how I’m treating myself. Weight loss and a healthy lifestyle are ways that some people have seen improvements in this condition. So I’m going to do something about it instead of just bitch, although I’m sure there will be some bitching too.

My plan is to document this change. It’ll probably be slow and I’m sure I’ll mess up but no one’s perfect. I’m going to eat better, smaller portioned food and not get sucked in by the whirring modern-day traps… I’m looking at you McDonald’s monopoly.  The first step I guess would be learning to feed myself on something other than microwavable pizza and Jimmy John’s subs. I’m also going to exercise.  I want to run in the Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving and not be the one who gets showed up by the guy in the full body turkey suit who is running it for fun because he can. Anyways, I don’t profess to be any kind of expert on the best way to be healthy. I’m just going to do it my way, because that’s the only way that will last in the long run.

So in the immortal words of Kel Mitchell, “Aw, Here it goes!”