It's been a while since I posted. I last claimed to be starting a yoga journey...but I must admit that fizzled almost before it even began. I mentally gave it a shot. I mean, I even packed my yoga mat in my suitcase when I went to NY. But reality set in pretty quickly. First off, when you are working 12 hour days and have a 2 hour commute on top of it it's hard to find time to do yoga. And then there is the fact that I have never been much of an exerciser.
I've always had an aversion to working out. Group sports, individual sports, physical activity hobbies...not really my thing. The only time I was really motivated to work out was back in college when I bought a bootleg copy of whatever exercise craze was all the rage and worked out obsessively - but mostly because I was in a new relationship and also motivated to make my ex realize what he was missing. You know, revenge fitness.
I have had some success when I change my diet. So I'm starting another journey. Weight Watchers. Signed up for the six months package. I'm paying for it whether I am committed or not, so might as well give it a shot. Will try to post once a week to keep myself honest.
Week 1: Maybe not the best week to start. I started on Monday, but had big plans for the end of the week - a 10-course anniversary meal at a restaurant known for its meats and a trip to Disneyland. I realized by Tuesday that the choices I was making, thinking that I could continue to follow my pregnancy gestational diabetes diet, were not going to work now that I wasn't eating for two. I blew through all by bonus points by Wednesday.
The problem with the numbers is they can have two effects. They can be super motivating or they can make you feel like it's impossible to win so why even try. By Thursday I was in the later camp. I ate my 10-courses with a side of gin and loved every bite. And then the next day I ate a foot long hotdog dipped in ketchup and covered in bacon bites with a side of fries and didn't even feel bad about it. By the end of the week I was negative 53 bonus points and couldn't have cared less. I chalked the week up to research - exploring what kind of points I would rack up on my usual diet. There is always next week, right?
Then the funny thing was - I lost 4lbs! It was definitely NOT because I made an effort. It made me realize that I had been eating even worse the two months I was in NY!
It's hard to diet and be in production. You have no control over when you get to sleep and eat. You have access to a snack table at all times and you sit around a lot. When I was pregnant and testing my blood every day I became acutely aware of how my blood sugar was effected just by not sleeping enough. I gained at least 6lbs in NY, so losing four is really just getting closer to a reset.
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