oh, week 2 of operation sexy back.
last night i worked out with Roo, biceps and triceps with a dash of cardio. i am very proud of us…the 2 treadmills (why they have only 2, i don’t know. you’d think the gym would have more than that) were occupied with no chance of being vacated before the gym closed. instead of saying ‘oh well’ to the cardio, we went outside and ran suicides. which, i will admit, i’m the one who suggested. and promptly remembered why they are called ‘suicides’.
ugh. i had a flashback to field hockey practice…and our really scary coach. at least we didn’t have to do the chair sits against the wall. those were the WORST.
but we made it through a set of 3, sprinting on the last leg back. i feel very proud of myself. and i’m not dying like i was last week. i mean, i’m still out of shape and have miles to go before i am in shape. but this morning i didn’t have to hoist myself out of bed like an old lady. so yay for me. i’m making progress.
in the ‘working out’ portion, that is.
the eating better, not so much.
and here’s the main problem: i’ve never met a french fry i didn’t like. or a tater tot. or a chicken nugget. or a fried okra. or a pickle-o.
see, my problem is not a sweet tooth. cake, cookies, ice cream, candy…meh. doesn’t hold much allure for me. but something salty and fried, preferably carbohydrates…sign me up!
this, in combination with the fact that i normally skip breakfast, chow down for lunch because i’m ravenously starving, and may or may not eat dinner (depends if KK or my family decide to feed me) is not helping my “operation bringing sexy back”. it pretty much makes all of the working out i’m doing null.
it’s just so difficult! it’s not that i don’t like veggies and fruits and things that are good for me. i actually like them quite a bit. if Cool Greens were right around the corner, i’d eat fancy salads every day. but it’s not. and my team likes to eat out. even if i have brought something from home, the mere suggestion of something like Freddie’s Frozen Custard and the thought of french fries makes me chunk my homemade lunch back into the fridge to be forgotten.
i really need to get better about this. i really need to get my ass to the grocery store and stock up on my own yummy-salad-makings. i need to say “no thank you” to fried, yummy goodness and say “hello, nice to see you” to breakfast. and healthy snacks. and to dinner, even if i have to *gasp!!!* cook it myself.
baby steps, though…baby steps. i’m going to try to slowly incorporate bringing my lunch to work. like one meal the 1st week, 2 meals the 2nd week etc. and i’ll drink a breakfast shake in the AM. yes, this will work. it must.
i’ll miss you, french fries. we’ve had a good run. but frankly, my metabolism just isn’t that into you.
OH! and Katie of Stella Shot Me took some A-MAZE-ING pics for the “face” of Project 2,010 Hugs. i’m talking, my socks were rocked right off my feet. and you can check ’em out on the new Project 2,010 Hugs tab i added. see it? it’s right there in the top right corner, next to “me me me”. yeah, click on it. aren’t the pics FANTASTIC?!?!?!