a) Whoever said getting to the gym is half the battle, LIED. For me, it's more like 85% of the battle. Most times, after I get to the gym, I'm golden. However, I can think of about 56 things I need to do before going to gym, including, my favorite, sitting on my behind. So getting home and getting changed without getting distracted is a major hurdle for me.
2) If you have time to check your phone and text during workouts, you're not doing it right.
iii) If I take care of my body, amazingly enough, it stops craving junk food and only wants the good things. I just have to remember on my off days not to give in and stick with eating right. And by right, I don't mean no carbs or count calories. Well, I am aware of my calories, but I'm trying to eat real food. I am trying to limit my fried food intake to two meals a week, which seems like a lot, but is still a big cut back for me. If I buy prepared foods, I make sure I can recognize the first five ingredients. Seems like a simple rule, but you'd be surprised at how many foods this rules out.
It seems as if this week has been a good week so far, granted it's only Wednesday. Perhaps, it's the turning point. We'll see!
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Quick Update...
I photographed a wedding last month. I was super stressed because I've been in 8 weddings, maybe 9...I lost count a couple of years ago...and I KNOW how important it is to catch those "little moments" that happen. I felt like I had to be "on" for almost 16 hours that day. It wasn't physically tough, but mentally, I was not tired but FATIGUED! So I've been trying to edit them and some of the shots didn't come out as great as I saw them in my head so I've been pretty bummed about it. Which makes me put off editing even LONGER. It's been over a month and I haven't sent the bride anything yet. If I was her, I would have emailed, called, texted, sent a carrier pigeon, started smoke signals...and that would just be the beginning, but I haven't heard a peep from her, which makes me procrastination even worse. The more I look at my pictures, the more dissatisfied I am with them and it just goes on.
BUT TODAY, I was at a golf tournament for work and decided to pull out my camera to try and snag some action shots. Well heck yeah, what do you know but I got some pretty stinking good ones! AND I'm supposed to drop them off tomorrow at the Apartment Association so they can go in their magazine! How exciting is that? So I guess it just goes to show, never give up because you never know when you turn the corner where your rainbow will be! (I hope that makes sense to you, it does to me.)
BUT TODAY, I was at a golf tournament for work and decided to pull out my camera to try and snag some action shots. Well heck yeah, what do you know but I got some pretty stinking good ones! AND I'm supposed to drop them off tomorrow at the Apartment Association so they can go in their magazine! How exciting is that? So I guess it just goes to show, never give up because you never know when you turn the corner where your rainbow will be! (I hope that makes sense to you, it does to me.)
Monthly Update...
I feel like progress is coming in my life. Here's what happened in the past 30 or so days. I've lost 9 pounds as of today!!! Hooray!!! When the scale read the number this morning, I felt like jumping off of it, running through the apartment and screaming "What's up!" but I thought the neighbors might be a little frightened, so I just did a silent dance to celebrate. :)
I took a mental health day today and it worked wonders. I slept in, then went and ate the best shrimp on the earth (seriously, no joke, if you want to know where it is, let me know, but i would hate to publish it on the internet and then i can no longer get a table at my favorite place) and then sat at the beach. Literally, sat.at.the.beach all afternoon. I had planned to edit some pictures from a wedding I shot last month, but the sun was so bright that even in the shade I couldn't check out the right colors. So I piddled on facebook, caught up on some work, read a few magazines, played in the water, listened to some music, really, I just did whatever I felt like I needed to do at that moment. I was so happy this evening. It was the first time in a long time I haven't been so incredibly stressed out that I felt I couldn't control things. Now I am editing the pictures I had planned to do and then going to sleep shortly. Tomorrow's a new day and even though it involves work, I'm going to love it! :)
I took a mental health day today and it worked wonders. I slept in, then went and ate the best shrimp on the earth (seriously, no joke, if you want to know where it is, let me know, but i would hate to publish it on the internet and then i can no longer get a table at my favorite place) and then sat at the beach. Literally, sat.at.the.beach all afternoon. I had planned to edit some pictures from a wedding I shot last month, but the sun was so bright that even in the shade I couldn't check out the right colors. So I piddled on facebook, caught up on some work, read a few magazines, played in the water, listened to some music, really, I just did whatever I felt like I needed to do at that moment. I was so happy this evening. It was the first time in a long time I haven't been so incredibly stressed out that I felt I couldn't control things. Now I am editing the pictures I had planned to do and then going to sleep shortly. Tomorrow's a new day and even though it involves work, I'm going to love it! :)
Saturday, March 19, 2011
It's been six whole months...
since I've written. I don't understand how that can be. I have so many thoughts in my head and so many times I think "I need to write about that" but apparently (and obviously) that never seems to happen. I am sitting in a friend's apartment on a Friday night, just finished a cucumber and gin drink (btw, DELICIOUS!) and am pondering life. You know, just the usual. But that's the problem. It *IS* the usual. It's Friday night...and I'm alone. I should be out dancing, at the rodeo, hanging with the girls, cuddled up on a couch with someone special, but I'm not...I'm totally and 100% alone.
I've recently discovered (or perhaps "admitted" would be right the word) my dissatisfaction of my current life situation. I have no home, no car, no boyfriend, no one that I can call up at a moment's notice to meet because I'm never in the same city for any extended period of time. I have no grounding it seems. And unfortunately, a by-product of that dissatisfaction is the twenty pounds I have gained since last January. Yes, I currently weigh 10 pounds more than I did in January of 2010, which totally negates the 10-15ish pounds I lost in the middle of last year. They totally found me, and came back with a vengeance. I realize that I have no one but myself to blame. I make the decisions in my life. I choose to keep my job. I choose to commit to activities that are 200+ miles away that require constant travel. And so this week, I've decided to take my life back, one piece at a time. Wednesday, I decided that I am going to start working out and eating right again. I successfully burned 2000 calories in two days. Overkill? Perhaps, but it was the kick start I needed. Today was a rest day, simply because I know my muscles could not have taken another class, but tomorrow is a cardio/running day and I am all over it, if it kills me. I am determined to turn my life around and be happy with myself. I don't even notice myself in the mirror anymore. The person in my head is not the person I see. I want to be happy with the way I look and happy with who I am and the choices I am making...so baby steps, here we go.
The other thing on my mind is a stupid boy. BOYS! Seriously, after 28 and 3/4 years on this earth, I'm still dealing with boys. I choose not to use the word "men" because I have yet to find one who is worthy of that term. I feel that even I am ten years out of high school, I am still in the same situation and thinking the same thoughts. If I call him, will he answer? Will he call me back? Only now, it's this crazy texting crap. It's the lamest, laziest, safest, non-committal way to communicate. And it drives me crazy. He hasn't answered my text...so is he working? Is he out with another girl? Is he sleeping and didn't get it? Did he drive to the Grand Canyon and his phone accidentally fell out of his hands as he was leaning over the edge to enjoy the view? Blah!! All you married ladies, consider yourselves lucky. You don't have these crazy thoughts which might be considered crazy by single men. :D
...And for the last portion of my rant, that's the other dissatisfied part of my life. I feel that I never go out or have a regular schedule (like going to church) where I can meet someone. You know, that "someone"...the someone who might ask you to coffee and there you realize you are so totally 100% in sync that you get married in six months. Or that someone who sees you from across the room and there's an instant spark and you spend the whole night talking and the next week, you're magically dating. Maybe I watch too many romantic comedies. Either way, 2011 is the year where I make change happen for me. I'm not going to sit at home on facebook and stalk every guy that I was ever interested *cough* not that I did that tonight or anything *cough cough*, I'm going to go out and DO. Here is my resolution, in the middle of March, so please, next time you talk to me, make sure I'm staying on track.
P.S. I hate that my first post in six months is negative, but I need to get it out. I am deciding to publish this because every one who reads this is someone I would tell all of these problems too. Just consider yourself lucky I'm not calling you at 1am to rant. :D But, I will try to keep up with this on a more periodic basis so you can check in on me from time to time.
I've recently discovered (or perhaps "admitted" would be right the word) my dissatisfaction of my current life situation. I have no home, no car, no boyfriend, no one that I can call up at a moment's notice to meet because I'm never in the same city for any extended period of time. I have no grounding it seems. And unfortunately, a by-product of that dissatisfaction is the twenty pounds I have gained since last January. Yes, I currently weigh 10 pounds more than I did in January of 2010, which totally negates the 10-15ish pounds I lost in the middle of last year. They totally found me, and came back with a vengeance. I realize that I have no one but myself to blame. I make the decisions in my life. I choose to keep my job. I choose to commit to activities that are 200+ miles away that require constant travel. And so this week, I've decided to take my life back, one piece at a time. Wednesday, I decided that I am going to start working out and eating right again. I successfully burned 2000 calories in two days. Overkill? Perhaps, but it was the kick start I needed. Today was a rest day, simply because I know my muscles could not have taken another class, but tomorrow is a cardio/running day and I am all over it, if it kills me. I am determined to turn my life around and be happy with myself. I don't even notice myself in the mirror anymore. The person in my head is not the person I see. I want to be happy with the way I look and happy with who I am and the choices I am making...so baby steps, here we go.
The other thing on my mind is a stupid boy. BOYS! Seriously, after 28 and 3/4 years on this earth, I'm still dealing with boys. I choose not to use the word "men" because I have yet to find one who is worthy of that term. I feel that even I am ten years out of high school, I am still in the same situation and thinking the same thoughts. If I call him, will he answer? Will he call me back? Only now, it's this crazy texting crap. It's the lamest, laziest, safest, non-committal way to communicate. And it drives me crazy. He hasn't answered my text...so is he working? Is he out with another girl? Is he sleeping and didn't get it? Did he drive to the Grand Canyon and his phone accidentally fell out of his hands as he was leaning over the edge to enjoy the view? Blah!! All you married ladies, consider yourselves lucky. You don't have these crazy thoughts which might be considered crazy by single men. :D
...And for the last portion of my rant, that's the other dissatisfied part of my life. I feel that I never go out or have a regular schedule (like going to church) where I can meet someone. You know, that "someone"...the someone who might ask you to coffee and there you realize you are so totally 100% in sync that you get married in six months. Or that someone who sees you from across the room and there's an instant spark and you spend the whole night talking and the next week, you're magically dating. Maybe I watch too many romantic comedies. Either way, 2011 is the year where I make change happen for me. I'm not going to sit at home on facebook and stalk every guy that I was ever interested *cough* not that I did that tonight or anything *cough cough*, I'm going to go out and DO. Here is my resolution, in the middle of March, so please, next time you talk to me, make sure I'm staying on track.
P.S. I hate that my first post in six months is negative, but I need to get it out. I am deciding to publish this because every one who reads this is someone I would tell all of these problems too. Just consider yourself lucky I'm not calling you at 1am to rant. :D But, I will try to keep up with this on a more periodic basis so you can check in on me from time to time.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Purge.
I clean a little differently than most people. I've had this "difference of opinion" since I was young. I was about 8 or so and my pastor was coming over to the house to visit, so naturally, my mother told me to go clean my room. I pranced off on my merry little way to my room, turned on the radio and began cleaning my underwear drawer. I mean, my underwear and socks were mixed together! Some of my socks weren't even matched any more, the horror! I was plugging along, I had emptied my whole underwear and sock drawer and was beginning to put things back in. My day of the week underwear was now in order, white socks were with white socks, purple socks were with purple socks (I was eight, the 80s had just ended, cut me some slack alright?) and then my mom walks in. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" she shrieked. I don't remember my reply but it probably would have had the effect of "cleaning, duh!" because I couldn't understand what she was freaking out about. I proudly showed her my vast accomplishments in cleaning the underwear drawer and she said "Do you honestly think Pastor is going to look in your underwear drawer?" At the age of 8, I was perfectly contempt with cleaning my underwear drawer and didn't see her point. At 28 (ohmygosh, has it really been twenty years?), I see her point, but still find satisfaction in cleaning my underwear drawer.
I've been staying at my mom's house the past two weeks and I still have tons of stuff here. In fact, there's boxes EVERYWHERE because I had to move stuff out of one location and had no where to put there. There's a small path to my bed and cleaning and relocating those boxes would be the easiest thing. However, something larger was weighing on my mind. Under my bathroom sink. I have been thinking about it non-stop for a week and how I need to go through the things down there and clean up. So tonight I finally did it and it was ridiculous how much I threw out. There was stuff that had been there since we moved in when I was in high school. I found two shoulder pads (not matching, naturally), FIVE curling irons, all in varying sizes, a hair product for every color I have had (red, blonde, brown) and about twenty different makeup/bath product bags. I got rid of all of the above, except the curling irons. I did, however, check to make sure they all work. I don't even want to admit how much I put in the trash can or even begin to think how much money just went in the trash can, but I feel SO much better that I know it is cleaned. I feel like it's the 2010 version of my underwear drawer. Anyone is welcome to come look at my new under the bathroom sink cabinets but I'm not sure it's that exciting!
I've been staying at my mom's house the past two weeks and I still have tons of stuff here. In fact, there's boxes EVERYWHERE because I had to move stuff out of one location and had no where to put there. There's a small path to my bed and cleaning and relocating those boxes would be the easiest thing. However, something larger was weighing on my mind. Under my bathroom sink. I have been thinking about it non-stop for a week and how I need to go through the things down there and clean up. So tonight I finally did it and it was ridiculous how much I threw out. There was stuff that had been there since we moved in when I was in high school. I found two shoulder pads (not matching, naturally), FIVE curling irons, all in varying sizes, a hair product for every color I have had (red, blonde, brown) and about twenty different makeup/bath product bags. I got rid of all of the above, except the curling irons. I did, however, check to make sure they all work. I don't even want to admit how much I put in the trash can or even begin to think how much money just went in the trash can, but I feel SO much better that I know it is cleaned. I feel like it's the 2010 version of my underwear drawer. Anyone is welcome to come look at my new under the bathroom sink cabinets but I'm not sure it's that exciting!
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