I know how to feel thinner than I look.
It is really simple and I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before.
All you need to do is wear pants (trousers for you Brits) that are just a bit too big for you. It makes you feel thin. Really it does.
Of course it’s even better when the pants were once tight and now they are a bit loose.
(and who cares if they are your fat pants and you can’t get into your medium pants let alone your skinny pants)
So here is to my slightly loose jeans getting a bit looser.
Yay me. (for now)
Although I would like to fit into a dress like this again one day. Soon please.
I have been agonizing over the fact that I have been gaining weight.
And then today I got the email below and I had a real aha! moment. Now I know the reason for my misfortune.
I knew that the amount of food I have been consuming and the lack of exercise, could not possibly be the reasons.
I just discovered this important info below. Please share with all your friends.
I don’t know WHY I didn’t figure this out sooner!!!!!
It’s the shampoo I use in the shower!
When I wash my hair, the shampoo runs down my whole body, and (duh!)
Printed very clearly on the shampoo label is this warning,
“FOR EXTRA VOLUME AND BODY.”
No WONDER I have been gaining weight!!!
Well! I have gotten rid of that shampoo and I am going to start using Dawn dish soap instead. Its label reads:
“DISSOLVES FAT THAT IS OTHERWISE DIFFICULT TO REMOVE.”
Problem solved! If I don’t answer the phone . . . I’ll be in the shower!
See you guys later. I am off to buy some dish soap! I could use some weight loss fairies.
Or some Joy.
Fairy Dish Soap
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Look What We Found Hiding Under Our Sink…
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I don’t know how it is for others. For me it seems to be a no fail plan. I go out, spend
a fortune some money on new clothing and then I seem to find the motivation to stop stuffing my face start watching my food intake.
I was thinking about it (something I do way too often) and came to the conclusion that it is probably not that simple.
It’s kind of like the which came first, the chicken or the egg, debate. Do you lose weight because you have bought new clothing that fits you and you feel good wearing them? Or did you buy the clothing in the first place because you were feeling better about yourself and that feeling better was the impetus for the clothing buying and the weight losing? (You might need to reread that a few times for it to make sense.)
Or maybe it’s a little bit of both rolled into one. Either way, it doesn’t matter. I had enough of the uncomfortable feeling of mushing my fat rolls every time I sit down. (And yes, I know, too much information.)
I am slowly getting back on the band wagon. It is not easy physically or mentally but I feel a bit lighter both mentally and physically.
Wish me luck.
Do you find that buying clothing is a good way to find the motivation to lose weight?
BEAUTIFUL WOMAN SHOPPING
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My husband is an angel, a devil, an angel, a devil……
Disclaimer: My husband is thin, no potbelly.
I guess it all comes down to whether he is trying to get me to exercise class or not.
Like at 7am this morning, the last thing I wanted to do was get my body out of my warm cozy bed and brave the freezing cold outside (anything other than room temperature is freezing cold for me in the morning) in order to get on a bike in a room full of people who would within 5 minutes be sweaty and smelly and while trying not to go deaf from the loud music to try to make it through the spinning class. (And that was a run on sentence on purpose, after reading it, you should be as breathless as I am while exercising,)
I was so hopeful that he would cave and not want to go to the class this morning because after landing at 4am from overseas, I figured he would be tired. I almost got him to stay in bed, and then I made the mistake of saying yes, why don’t we stay in bed, we can go for a walk later.
He was out of bed in two seconds flat prodding me to get out of bed. (I am guessing I have used that line once too many and never actually went on the walks I promised.)
So I moaned and groaned. I somehow got myself dressed (exercise clothing is a whole other post!) with my eyes closed and I went to spinning. I lived through the class. (shh…don’t tell anyone but between the bouts of thinking I was going to die, I did at times even enjoy myself) And afterwards, I felt good.
So it seems that maybe my devil is an angel in disguise. (And besides at least I get to ogle his sexy legs when he exercises with me.)
FRIENDHIP: UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
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Let me clarify that.
When I say deadly combination, what I am NOT saying is: “Wow! Toning sneakers and spinning are together an amazing combination.”
No, I am talking about deadly as in they want to kill me.
One small word (actually many loudly spoken words) of advice for those who are
insane lucky enough to own (or have won) toning sneakers.
DO NOT WEAR THE TONING SNEAKERS ALL DAY IF YOU ARE PLANNING ON GOING TO A SPINNING CLASS THE SAME EVENING.
Because if you do, you may actually find out what it feels like to have legs that refuse to take any more instructions from you and refuse to pedal. One thing is for sure, your legs will be very angry with you.
So remember these words of caution from the owner of some very sore muscles.
when used in combination with these spinning shoes
is enough to make you want to curl up in a ball and lose the will to walk.
Like I said, deadly combination.
Is there anything else I should know about????
I don’t get it. I am not lacking in padding in my bum.
So how the heck does every single bone in that region kill? Even sitting on the toilet hurts.(Yes, I know. That was too much information, but I hurt too much to care.)
I can’t believe I lived through the agony that was getting up/sitting down, getting up/sitting down in spinning class tonight. Good thing the music is really loud so no one heard my moaning and groaning. (Well maybe my husband did, but he’s used to the complaining.)
This does get better right? Because I am walking kinda funny.
On the bright side, I am sure I burned off the chocolate I ate when I got home. (Bad, Bad Susie.)
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In my quest to be kind to myself and live my life properly, I am
slowly easing myself diving headfirst into exercise after being a coach potato for years. I have a feeling that this time I am going to do a bit better then my measly attempts over the past few years to stick to some kind of exercise program.
tortured myself gone to a Pilates class yesterday , I thought it would be a good idea to go to a spinning class this morning. I dragged my husband along My husband was happy to sign up for the class with me and this morning about 3 hours after he landed from overseas, he found himself on a bike next to me.
Instrument of Torture
It has been quite a few years since I have gone spinning and close to nine years since I taught spinning. (Yes, the mighty have fallen. Going from teaching spinning to trying not to die in class is quite a plunge.) But I made it. Look, I even smiled.
Lucky for me the teacher was really good and enthusiastic. Time passed really quickly after the first ten minutes. At the five minute mark I was already dying and counting minutes. After that for the most part I lost track of time. I did have a moment, 40 minutes into class when
I lost the will to live I ran out of steam, but surprisingly I made it through.
And now if I could just move enough to get undressed and shower, it would be good.
Do you think the hundreds of calories I must have burned in spinning means that today, unlike yesterday I can choose this
Nah, that would defeat the whole purpose.
Any tips for the aches and pains anyone?