I was all excited to write about my meal planning for this week, this new cactus bristle brush I had purchased and sticking to my workout plan over Thanksgiving. Truly excited until a friend told me about her weekend and I realized how incredibly mundane and boring my life is. lol
A co-worker used to jokingkly call me Sister Mary Francis, you know Whoopi Goldberg's character from Sister Act. I am always the good church girl – and black – so she thought the name was fitting. That is cool and all but I am no longer a girl. I am a woman in her thirties who needs a little excitement in her life.
Except, I do not know the first thing about excitement. lol I like museums, good books, plays and Nova on PBS.
Anyway, I decided to try this 'omelet in a muffin' pan idea.
1/2 tsp of salt
1/2 teaspoon of pepper
You spary the muffin pan with oil spray. Use a 1/3 cup measuring tool to scoop the mixture into the pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 20-25 minutes or until a fork can be inserted into the center and pulled out clean.
I placed them and baggies and froze them for the week. I think I will cook the egg whole next time instead of whipping them into an omelet.
I bought this brush and started dry-brushing in the morning. You start from your ankles stroking upward until you have brushed your entire body. It did wake me up this morning. It is supposed to improve circulation and stimulate the lymphatic system. That is about all the stimulation my weeked brought.
I am Sister Mary-Freaking-Francis!
You must forgive me for my behavior and this post. I am usually very uplifting and positive. I like to see the cloud's silvery lining. Yesterday? Not so much.
My trainer is out of town. Not wishing to fall behind on my workouts, I decided I would check out the classes at my gym. Yesterday, I realized there was a Body Pump (weight-lifting) class followed by Zumba (cardio-dance) scheduled. My training is usually pretty intense so I decide to take both classes. Body Pump went as I expected. Life weights to music and we are good to go. I was super pumped for Zumba because this is where you get to GET DOWN!
The fact that Zumba (which is a pretty popular class) had all of ten people present should have been a warning. This Zumba class was taught by the most rhythmically challenged African-American woman that I have ever seen in my life. This includes me! lol
The music started and I noticed that the moves were pretty basic. No worries, I told myself, we are just getting started. How can you teach Latin dance with a complete inability to move your hips and snake your back? It was like Geppetto was controlling her limbs with invisible strings.
Bless her heart she tried. I mean, she was energetic and engaging. I even gave her a high-five in the middle of a routine. I was thinking, I can get through this. I can get through this UNTIL she busted out the Macarena!
I left after about 40 minutes.
The funny thing is – I have always wanted to be a dance aerobics instructor but I know I am #team rhythm-less nation. I wondered what my class experience would look like. Last night, I peeked into my future and it was not pretty. I still would like to teach the course but TRUST I am going to take dance lessons first!
*Rolling with the homies* This song has been stuck in my head all weekend. Like Cher from Clueless this weekend, "I was just totally clueless." I was so busy and got nothing really accomplished. I started out right and just kinda fizzled.
I wanted to cook a crock pot of chicken tortilla soup for the week. This started as a formidable plan. I finally figured out why my cooking is so hit or miss. I can never quite seem to follow the recipe.I went to the grocery store and got fresh cilantro and all the fixins EXCEPT chicken and chicken broth. lol
No worries guys. I had some left over chicken cooked a week before and Ramen noodle mix. You can see where this is heading, right? The grossest worstest soup ever ever! So, now I have no food planned for the week throwing a wrench into my diet planning.
I also did not make it to the cleaners, did not wash clothes or clean my house. I did not even juice a darn thing!!! I was truly busy but somehow these necessary tasks did not make the cut.
After lamenting about it, a friend says, "Maybe you need a schedule." Yes. I will just write it down. Failing to plan is truly planning to fail. Next time, I will peruse the ingredients list prior to shopping and actually write them down. I mean, I forgot the chicken! lol
*In my Cher voice* Like, duh!
My co-worker has a scale. I hop on it a least once a day, maybe to torture myself. I don't know, I just do. For the past week, it has been steadily decreasing one pound at a time.
This weight thing is my central focus now. So much so a friend stopped me mid-sentence stating that she did not want to hear another word about diet, exercise or weight! Well, get yo life, then. lol So, forgive me if I belabor the point but this is what is important to me. I am going to talk about it and encourage myself and others on my blog.
I exercised twice yesterday. Once in the morning – Shaun T's Dance Party – and once in the evening – jogging on a treadmill. My energy is way up and I am focused. Plus, I am down a pound, who doesn't want to hear that?
Fair readers be warned, this blog is going to lean toward fitness for the next few months. I promise that I will put up before and after photos in January 2014. If the Lord blesses me to see another birthday, then you all will see a new me.
*In my Forrest Gump's voice* And that's all I have to say about that!
It is day 18 0f my 30 in 30 days of no eating out. Man am I feeling. . .SUPER. Someone told me today that I am MELTING! I put on a pair of pants that would not come past my thighs a few weeks earlier. Yes, people, I am melting.
As the old me – the tired, overweight, unsatisfied me- melts away, a newer, bolder me emerges. God is amazing in how he orchestrates things. This entire journey started with The Daniel Fast. The results were so stark – I lost weight, looked better, could sleep without burning acid reflux. Others around me were beginning healthy journeys, as well, providing support and accountability.
It all felt great and then a compliment, visible results. What can be more motivational?
I have added jogging to my workout routine which now consists of Danceaton classes 2-3 times per week. Felt so great today, I did both.
Will you join me? How can we keep each other inspired and motivated? I am eager to hear your thoughts.
I ran across this video over at Clean Eating. It echoes a lot of what I have been reading in Eat To Live by Dr. Furhman. Sugar is as addictive as cocaine? That is what one neuroscientist claims due to the way our brains respond to it.
Ironically, I remember having a discussion with my mom years ago. I told her that when I eat something sweet it instantly makes me feel better. As a consequence, when I am upset, eating something sweet was a knee-jerk reaction for me. Joining the gym and meditation have become other coping mechanisms for stress because, apparently, the sugar is killing us.
Some people have a certain weight they would like to attain or a certain outfit they would like to fit. I have a state of being I would like to reach.
I want to be bionic.
Not in a robotic, uncanny valley sort of way but femininely superhuman.
I used to feel bionic. I would put on a dress back when I was a size 10-11 and short circuits. lol
This dress is BIONIC!
That is my goal when working out and eating from this day forward.
Once I am stopping traffic again with one strut down a side walk, leaping over haters in a single bound, and catching fish without hooks, I will have reached my goal.
Until then. . .