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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I can barely move enough to type. So much for trying to clean my house today.
But it is my fault. After
years a long while of not doing exercise I don’t know what I was thinking going to a Pilates class without checking that it was not an advanced class.
Not only that, it also appears that my first class was extra challenging. It was a day when they did a fitball class. You know, the round rubber torture device that in shape people make look easy.
- Can You believe people are actually able to smile while doing this?
This is all my fault because once upon a time I was really in shape. I exercised seven days a week. Sometimes I even went to double classes. Heck I taught spinning for a while.
Now? I can’t walk around the block without dying. I am so nauseous after that class. I mean physically, as in ready to throw up and I didn’t even overextend myself. I had pity on myself. And in those moments of pity I had a minute to muse over why there were footprints (actual footprints) on the ceiling. I did not have my phone with me or I would have taken pictures to prove the point.) I hope walking on the ceiling is not part of the requirements for this class.
Off to go lay down and get feeling back in my body.
Someone tell me it gets better please……..
Why am I so mean to myself? Why have I let myself get so out of shape that even a twenty or thirty minute walk is physically painful and I think my lungs are going to catch on fire?
After my Kindness Club prompt yesterday I decided I needed to get off my bum and try to at least get some exercise. So after a long really exhausting shift at work, and after managing to pry myself off the couch, I got on the treadmill. Which, you guessed it, decided to break. (No jokes please about me being too heavy.)
So how impressed are you that I dragged myself outside and went for a walk? Even if all that cool lovely fall air managed to set my lungs on fire. But I did it, so kudos to me.
Oh, man. The weather guy just said the heat wave is coming back tomorrow. No treadmill, heat wave. Someone is really trying to challenge me.
AFRAID OF A LITTLE FIRE?
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I know what needs to be done.
I know why I want to do it.
I know how I feel now.
I know how I will feel if I get my bum in gear and do it.
And yet, I drag my feet.
I have one false start after another.
So does accountability help or hinder? How many times have I told myself, my family and the world that this is it?
I think once I myself am fully on board I don’t need the accountability. So the question remains. When I am still on shaky ground does knowing I have put myself out there with a statement help me or hinder my efforts?
What do you guys think?
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