One pound at a time: Week 1

Ack!

So, the Losing 1 Pound at a Time challenge officially started on May 1. That was Saturday.

Yeah.

With Logan's birthday, birthday party and preschool graduation, I most certainly didn't start dieting this weekend. Nor Monday, nor Tuesday. Hello! There was leftover cake, beer, cookies, cole slaw, and the wonderful dark chocolate bars my mom gave me. (Actually, two of those chocolate bars remain unopened.)

Today, I was great until around 3 p.m.

I got up at 5, ate a banana, went to the gym for full-body weights, came home, had some green tea with a touch of honey, then for breakfast I had steel-cut oats with walnuts, strawberries and a glass of milk. Lunch was some extra lean ground beef with onions and mushrooms, an apple and a small Greek yogurt. After Jordan and I went for an afternoon walk, we came home and I was bored and tired and ready for dinner, but Hubby was still 3 hours from getting home and I ate some carrots and celery with hummus but then started hitting the trail mix and ate about 3/4 of a large dark chocolate bar (with cherries and almonds in it. Yum!) and then had baked spaghetti for dinner. Then I just split the rest of the chocolate bar with Hubby.

So.

Afternoon boredom plus exhaustion from a non-night-sleeping baby always leads to bad decisions for me. I will just peck and peck in my quest for energy. I tried going for a walk today but it didn't work. At least it was more activity. I walked for 35 minutes with the baby in the backpack.

Anyway, my goals for this challenge are to eat healthy and be active. I want to, as always, drink more (enough) water and take my vitamins daily. What I am hoping to achieve is to have more energy to play with my boys (I'm sick of feeling lethargic. I want to WANT to run around!) and, of course, I want to lose this baby weight. I've been stuck at the same point for a very very long time. I am no longer nursing. I have no more excuses. I just don't know what I have to do to lose it. I work out very regularly. Like, nearly every day, with a full day of rest every week or so. I take the boys out and about. I don't (like, ever) sit and veg on the couch. I TRY to get enough sleep, even though that means going to bed at 8:30 sometimes, which sucks (and takes away from any Hubby time I might enjoy). I guess it's just food. I eat mostly healthy, but I guess I eat too much. Or something.

But I hate counting calories. Or points. Or macronutrients.

So, not sure how I'm going to go about this whole thing.

Anyway.

Lisa posed a question of the week: "What is the one thing that you find makes you feel good/beautiful about yourself, and why?"

I've thought about this all day and I don't know.

I know that if my Hubby tells me I'm pretty or looks at me like he thinks I'm pretty, that makes me feel really good. The problem is, he doesn't do that anymore. Like, ever. I couldn't tell you the last time he said anything like that to me. That makes me sad. I don't think he sees me as pretty anymore. I'm just the tired, crabby wife he comes home to every day.

Truth be told, I feel pretty ugly and frumpy most of the time. I'd like to change that.

Not sure how to go about that one, either!

Well. This turned out to be kind of a negative, whiny post. Sorry about that. But I'm not going to go back and edit. It is what it is.

Maybe focusing on making healthier choices will improve all this. And maybe I'm just tired and cranky right now.

Anyway, it's week one, and there you have it. I'm only five days late getting started.

Oh, and I DO feel better about myself when I have painted fingernails and fixed hair and I'm not wearing the same sweaty gym clothes I've had on since 5 a.m.! And when the house is clean.

So please send a stylist and maid! Or at least an extra 5 hours in every day.

Onward and upward, right?