Little Engine Chuggin Along

This week started with a determination like none other.  I had a dream that I was.....skinny.  The dream was so real to me that I woke up feeling so good about my body.  Giddy with joy, I rolled over and landed on Peggy, my left boob, and quickly deduced that my skinny me was a figment of Inception.  Self mammogram done for the month, I decided to go another route.

When Lowering Your Goals Means Success
 
Sometimes we set goals for ourselves that are not truly realistic but more ambitious in nature.  First my goal was to get out and exercise.  I didn't really had a set time, no clear plan, just to exercise.  The result was I would walk one day for like an hour, come home - give myself kudos.  The next day would come and I had no motivation to go walking again.  At all.

I was setting my goals high because I wanted something to work towards but some how not understanding that I was setting myself up for failure.  After seeing another individuals success on weight loss, and bursting into tears
I decided to lower my goals. 

So I embarked on a different exercise plan from Sparkpeople.com.  The 10 Minute Daily Exercise Streak challenge.  I was actually was able to accomplish my goals for the entire week.  I was proud.  Sure I may have fell off in regards to my eating this weekend, that's alright because tomorrow is another day.

But all week long, I exercised for 10 minutes a day: first day was yoga - I don't know what the heck I did wrong but my knee swelled up double after that.  I scratched the yoga for day two and completed upper body strength training, then Cardio the next, more strength training, repaired my daughters bunkie board which involved sawing wood, drilling holes and putting the bed back together.  All the supplies were less than 30 bucks. 

Carpentry is hard work!

For the upcoming week, I'm going to stay on my grind, eek out 10 minutes of exercise a day for the next 2 weeks, then add more time to my workout.  All exercise is hard when you are trying to lose weight but the trick is to just keep trying and remember that it's OK to start over again.

Dark Mornings, Deep Thoughts

My Live signature is back!! Yay!! So today was the first day of my Little Fire Promise.  With my miscarriage in 2009and this new trial I faced in December 2010, something has got to give.  I know it is me. 



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                             Give
I have to give more of myself
Give myself a chance
Give my body a chance
Give my body more water
Give my body more care
Give my body more exercise
Give my body a reason to live
Give my spirit more JOY!
Give my husband a reason a reason to want to be with me.......he really doesn't need much motivation but a little extra goes a long way.

Ultimately, give this baby that God will bless us a with a chance.  Notice I didn't say fighting chance.  I don't want our next child to have to fight to live unless it is something beyond my control.  My body is within my control so as I sat looking up at the ceiling I really couldn't see because I didn't have my glasses on, I fought with myself for 35 minutes before I finally got up out of that creaky, noisy bed where the coils vibrate right up under you if you pass gas, got dressed in some old clothes, put on Turbo Jam and commenced to kicking my own butt Chalene style.

Wasn't easy.  Oh what joy I felt when the DVD started to skip and then finally stopped altogether with 10 mins left out of the 45 minute workout.  I laughed, I almost cried with relief!!  I got 35 minutes of exercise in though!!  Yay!!

Day 1

So - I finally did it. I left the sanctuary of my bedroom and went for a walk with my husband. I am tired and nasty sweaty - eww. But I did it.

1 day down - seven hunder and some odd days to go.

The E Word

Ewwww - the E word. My husband and I made a pact for the time that we are going through right now. Since I am not working and he works odd hours, we decided that he would get up every morning and walk with me. So yep - I Exercised.......wasnt pretty either. We have this great neighborhood where there are at least 20 fire hydrants along our main street. Soooo, silly me all - "lose that weight" enthused decided that we should jog from hydrant to hydrant, then speed walk and so on.

Did I forget to mention that I was diagnosed with asthma about two months ago??? I was so out of breath my ears started to hurt! I really thought they were going to start bleeding from all the blood rushing around in my head.........it was horrible. Needless to say we jog between three sets of fire hydrants and my hub was worried about me so we walked all the way back....my ears didnt stop hurting until we were almost home. Jesus help me!

A Word to the wise and out of shape - going slow is not a bad idea, listen to your ears. And to this the fat brown cow saays: