car wreck

Dear Suzie Girl....

I work in a field where I deal with car crash victims frequently.

And I tell them that the soreness will be at its peak on Day 4.

Yesterday was MY Day 4.

And my body is the wreck in question....

I AM SOOOO FREAKIN' SORE.

(But I will not quit.)

Today we worked on abs. I was doing those crunches thinking of ways to kill that trainer.

She had the nerve enough to tell me, "Oh, I don't even work out." I could have done my ironing on her stomach....

Tomorrow, I am considering signing up for a weekend Beginner Yoga class.

That statement alone is something I thought I would NEVER say.

Never say never, people.

I remain determined and focused. Even though I hurt all over, I am feeling good overall. I know it's working. I even bought new workout clothes today at KOHL'S (my 2nd home).

Tonight, I have to go to some work crap with my husband, deal with the asshats that he works with. I will be surrounded by chicken wings, fried snack and COKE. I have to stay strong. I don't HAVE TO eat that, but I am so going to WANT it.

stuck....

Dear Suzie....

I am a little pissed off. Well, that's a lie. I am REALLY pissed off.
I am busting my ass.
Literally and figuratively.
And my scale has not budged in two days.

CRAP!

I have been eating lean meats, so many veggies that I might turn into one.....and I have been EXERCISING, for God's sake....

CRAP!

Okay, deep breath....I am whining. But I am mad. And I am going to take that energy and channel it into transforming myself into a healthy woman. I am not quitting. And I am damn sure not gonna eat the donut that I am dreamed of last night.

exercide

oh dear Suzie girl......
Wanna know something? It's not exercise.

It's EXERCIDE.....death by fitness.

Got a totally different trainer today.

He made me sweat.

Like they do on The Biggest Loser Tv Show...

OH.MY.GOD.

I am not going to be able to move tomorrow. My husband can forget sex until this soreness goes away. I mean SERIOUSLY, how long does it take for your muscles to stop freaking out?

Monday and Tuesday, I did back, abs and legs.

Today I did shoulders, arms and back.

My limbs were SHAKING.

The whole time I am sweating it out, I am thinking about my husband. And my kids.

AND THE NEW FREAKING WARDROBE I AM SOOOOO GONNA BUY!

Then I came home and ate my healthy lunch while bonding with my DVR.

I finally watched last week's Biggest Loser......and I cried the whole way through it.

Those people inspire me. Truly.

I can do this. I am hollering it: I CAN DO THIS!!!!

Anyone wanna bet who's gonna win: I am betting Tara, but I would like to see Mike win, too. Helen would be a long-shot. I do NOT want Ron to win. He bothers me.

Now, I have to make something for dinner. I wish I could go live on the Ranch.

I would totally pick Jillian. She scares me, but I would come out looking like a freakin' MACHINE.

Dinner......ugh. Chicken again.
FOCUS ON YOUR GOALS!

today's jackass is brough to you by McDonald's

I saw this and thought, "What a jackass..."

Man says he lost 15 pounds eating just McDonald's food

Watch it and see if you agree.

#1 He consulted McDonald's....(I'd bet he was compensated)

#2 He did an HOUR of cardio everyday?? That alone would shake off weight.

#3 it just pisses me off. Really.....

I think it's criminal for ABC News to promote this guy like he's doing something healthy.

McDonald's is evil. Look at the people who eat there (for the record, I didn't eat there even before getting healthier....their food gives me diarrhea. I know, TMI, just offering some truth...)

I won't rant right now because I am tired from working out and NOT eating crap food.

I don't wanna.....

Okay, I'll admit: Today, I am whiney.

I don't wanna work out.

I want to sit on the couch and watch TV while the house is perfectly quiet.

I am so freaking tired from working out that I have a backlog on my DVR..

(Ironically, one of the shows in my backlog is Biggest Loser On Nbc...HA!)

See what I mean? WHINING...

I will go work out.

I will get off the couch.

I will NOT go by Dunkin Donuts.

I was amazed yesterday. I had to run one of the offspring by a friend's house and I was so excited when they called because it takes me to a part of a town that I rarely go to.

I was excited because every time I go that way, I go to this EVIL BAKERY. (Seriously, the baker guy is similar to the Soup Nazi...)

Then I realized, I was just like an addict, itching for the next fix.
Except mine is sugar, butter and flour.

It's as this point that I wanna YELL...but I just look at those naked pictures of myself and it centers me again. (Which is gross, let me tell you. Unless you're a SuperModel or a Yoga instructor, I'm convinced that very few people look really good naked.....)

Okay, I'm done whining. I'm gonna get it done...but damn, I don't WANNA.

a good article

As I become healthier, I am reading labels like never before.

Have you ever actually RESEARCHED what's on your label?

US FDA/CFSAN: How to Understand and Use the Nutrition Facts Label

It's VERY enlightening. The part of I learned alot from is The Serving Size .

I mean seriously, I went to the cabinet and pulled out a cereal I used to eat (I love me some Frosted Flakes, and they have NO NUTRITIVE VALUE, I'd might as well eat ice cream for breakfast...) and I fixed myself what my used-to-eat portion size.

I gulped REALLY hard when I realized that I was eating 4 TIMES the recommended portion. And I would often eat 2 bowls! Which means I was eating 8 portions for breakfast and sometimes snacking when I would get where I was going in the morning....

Jeez, no wonder I am a porker.

Well, I am not a full-fledged PORKER.

I'd like to think I'm one step above chubby......

What's qualification class is that?

Word to the wise, people: READ YOUR LABELS. You'll learn something new, I promise.

Also, here's another good article:

"The Fine Print: What's Really in a Lot of 'Healthy' Foods" [Wall Street Journal]

Now, I am off to the gym to be tortured. And to think I am paying someone to cause me pain. I love it. It's the masochist in me!

damn bread

Dear Suzie........

I just want to go on record saying that this morning, while fixing my boring breakfast, I stared down a loaf of bread. I swear it.....

I stared at it until the MASSIVE craving to dive into it passed.

All I wanted to do is slather it with butter and eat....

Instead, I took my camera into the bathroom and took nude pictures of myself.

(How's THAT for a non sequitar...eh?)

I did that so in 2 months, I will be able to look back and say "HELL YES!! I did it!!"

I just thought you guys needed to know that.

Love,

Me, the FAT girl....but not for long...