Springing Forward

This is one of my favorite Daylight Saving Time jokes…

I actually transitioned really well on Saturday night. That probably had a lot to do with the allergy meds I took at 8:30pm. I slept like a rock for like 10 hours. Last night was a different story. I don’t know what was going on, but I could not stay asleep.

 I need to check the sensitivity on my Fitbit, because I was awake during those “restless” times. Needless to say, I’m dragging a bit today. And it doesn’t even have anything to do with the time change!  Oh well.

I’m still doing well with my early morning workouts (as you can see because of the time stamp on the screenshot). My workout partner gave up around Thanksgiving, but at that point I had made it such a habit it didn't matter I was by myself. 

Lately, I have been using that alone time to listen to podcasts. I have become obsessed with listening to sermons from Elevation church. Their senior pastor, Steven Furtick, just has such a way of getting the message across. I love it. Plus, I've discovered it really helps me put my focus in the right place at the beginning of the day. Win win win. 

Speaking of winning, I'm finally starting to see a difference in the mirror. I also finally changed my eating habits, so that helped quite a bit. You can't out-exercise a bad diet, right? I realized that it's an actual possibility for me to be at goal before next Valentine's Day. Somehow I had it stuck in my head I had close to 100 pounds to lose. I don't know where that came from, but it is not even close to the truth. Slight case of body dysmorphia going on in my head there! I need to work on that. 

Take 2

Yesterday I downloaded the Blogger app to my phone I wrote a long lovely post about some personal struggles and my future goals. When I had just finished typing and was proof reading before posting my phone rang. And of course the app didn't have auto-save, so I lost the whole post. I was so bummed! And now I don't even remember exactly what I said. So, I'll just fill you in on what's going on. 

Yesterday I had sort of a mini-meltdown... Ok, if you ask G, not so mini. I got home from a stressful day at work and when I went to change out of my uniform I realized that I only have one pair of jeans that fit. I'm sorry, what? I don't really have many "regular" clothes anyway, so realizing that I only have one pair of non-workout pants was kind of devastating. And realizing that they don't fit because I gained weight was doubly devastating. That's the problem when your daily attire consists of yoga pants. Its easy not to notice your expanding waist. 

I will take full responsibility for my weight gain. I mean, who else could I blame? My eating habits have been absolutely terrible lately and I have not tracked my food regularly since sometime last summer. And over the past few months I have become more and more miserable at work... and since I work at my gym, I couldn't stomach the thought of going when I didn't have to be there. Needless to say that hasn't helped my waistline. 

Last night I decided that today would be Day 1 of calorie counting (again). And I weighed myself for the first time in months. I wasn't too happy with myself, weighing in at 223.8. I had gotten down to 201! It hurt my heart. But I did it before and I can do it again. At least I caught myself before I got back up to 250! Today I just focused on counting everything I ate. I want to start meal planning and making sure that I am eating enough of the right kinds of foods (lean proteins, fruits/veggies, etc.), but that will have to wait until I get my next paycheck and can buy the appropriate stuff. Today was just about the accountability of tracking everything that went into my mouth. It was a bit annoying having to stop to record everything I ate, but I knew if I didn't do it I wouldn't remember at the end of the day. I didn't do too bad. As a matter of fact I stayed well under "budget," even though hormones* were making me feel slightly hollow.

As for working out... I'm working on it. I'm trying to get G to take up an activity with me. He already works out 4-5 days a week and plays in a tennis league. He's caught between being open to the idea and figuring out when the heck would we fit it in. He is friends with the couple that owns one of the local dance studios, Dance Tonight, so I thought I might try to get him to start there. They have newcomer classes on Friday nights and a dance party afterward to show off/practice the moves you just learned. I think even if we can do that once a month it will help me and benefit us a couple (after 5 years of the same dates, we need to freshen things up a bit). Win-win! And it might spur me on to try other activities I hadn't considered before. I just need to so something! 

Anyway, right now what I need to do is sleep! That's important to a healthy diet, too, right??

*That would explain the not-so-mini-meltdown...