Fluffy Friday: Sunday’s BS excuse edition

I didn’t bail on this weeks check in. Entirely, that is. I’ve been meaning to write since Friday but other things have just been taking priority. I was really hoping that last week’s post was going to help get me back on track. It didn’t. But the scale finally did on Friday morning.

After gaining, yet again, I started asking myself why in the hell was I doing this to myself AGAIN?? Why was I letting one effing stomach bug knock me off track this far? Why can’t I find that drive and determination that I had when I started this???

My only real answer is a bull shit one. It’s a bull shit excuse.

I don’t feel like it.

I don’t feel like caring about it. I don’t want to weigh my food, it’s easier to just eat it. I don’t want to think about it all. I don’t want to workout when I could be doing _______. I just don’t want to.

Guess what not “feeling like it” gets me? Fat.

The scale needs to be going down. I’m not happy with my body at this size. It’s not healthy. I’m setting a poor example for my kids. There are endless reasons to list as to why I MUST lose this weight. There are no reasons for me to stay here. Only excuses. Being lazy and not wanting too, are awful excuses to stop trying.

So after a nice little chat with myself that consisted of a lot of creative curse words and mental head smacking, I got my ass in gear working out and started tracking everything I ate. Again. I’m at day 3 and still going strong. There have been several moments of, “Oh, do I have too?!?!?!” Which is when my inner skinny bitch trainer starts screaming at me.

I finally feel like I’m back on track after like a month(?!) of wandering somewhere nearby the realm of caring and I’m really hoping that I’ll have a weight loss to share with you on Friday.

As of this morning I was down a total of 11 lbs from the start of this back in… March… I believe… Sure, we’ll go with that. Which puts me up by 0.4 from last week. It’s not a big amount but that is also down about 2 lbs from an earlier weigh-in this week. It’s those little bits that can add up fast if you don’t track your weight. I know that some people can just tell by their clothes if they are gaining weight but I must not have the right kind of clothes or something. I can gain like 15-20 lbs before I would need to go up a size.  (effing stretch jeans & yoga pants)

I’d love to hear some success stories and motivational tips if anyone has any because although I feel more on track than I have in a LONG time, the first couple of weeks are hard!


Fluffy Friday

I’ve been MIA for the past couple of weeks if anyone noticed. Life, I guess. We were doing so great with everything!!! and then life happened… The awful stomach bug that ripped through our house a few weeks ago just knocked us off track entirely. Why is that? It might have been because we were just trying to keep anything down for those couple of days. It took me a bit longer than the rest of my family to feel up to par again but I have an extremely sensitive stomach so that might have had something to do with it.

I’m most disappointed with the fact that we basically stopped working out and journaling altogether and it has been really hard to get back into it. Those things had become second nature for me and one illness seemed to destroy all of those great habits I worked so hard to make. It’s frustrating. I have started journaling several times but never saw the day through. I’m trying to get that drive and determination back that I had at the start of this. I think a big part of my lack of motivation is because I stopped writing about it. The knowing that I’m going to have to write about it to the world at the end of the weeks is a big “DUDE, STICK WITH IT!” nagging voice in my head.

I had an awesome workout yesterday where I ran a 11:57 mile(+ an 8 min walk) and then did another 30 on the elliptical, and I can sure feel it today. Remember when I ran my 1st mile? I hadn’t tried it again since and I think I might have been subconsciously psyching myself out thinking that perhaps it was a fluke and I’d never be able to do it again. (I know I sound crazy, no need to point it out.) So yesterday, I finally got up the nerve and I tried it even though I hadn’t had a really good workout in about 3 weeks, and I was able to do it and it was even my best time ever in my life. It is such an amazing feeling to accomplish something like that. It is something I never thought I would be able to do. I’m a big girl, with big boobs and asthma. Running isn’t something that I look like I was made to do.

Now although we basically “fell off the wagon” we didn’t go running away from it through the woods on an all-out food binge. I would say we were more like walking next to it kicking rocks. We were still caring, but not with enough effort to make the scale do anything good. So with the interest of keeping ourselves accountable after our 3 week hiatus, our stats are:


  • This 3 week: +1.2 lb
  • Total: -11.4 lb


  • This 3 week: +1 lb
  • Total: -11.2 lb

Fluffy Friday

I feel like this is probably the first week since starting all of this that “real life” has kinda hit us, in both good and bad ways. We have had a pretty boring few weeks where there hasn’t been too much going on and we where really able to control our environments and could make workouts a priority.

This past week has been kinda crazy. Between Charlotte’s birthday party on Sunday, her actual birthday on Tuesday, preparations for a bachelorette party tomorrow, a family full of head/chest colds and then (of course) Parker starts vomiting on Wednesday. Charlotte started last night, then it was my turn. 😥

Anyway. Despite everything, we both lost weight! Which is just a good reminder for me that just because I’m zig zagging on my path a bit doesn’t mean I need to fall off and go running through the woods. Did anyone get that? I just meant that even though I couldn’t weigh everything, or get an exact calorie count , or get my sick butt off the couch to workout, doesn’t mean that I could give myself permission to stop trying. I didn’t stop caring and just ate whatever. I tried to enter my calories with a best guess. I know that they were off but I felt it was more important for me keep doing it and for it to be wrong rather than to just skip it and say I’ll start again tomorrow. It’s too easy to give up that way.

I do regret not working out more. I miss the endorphins. I need that awesome mood boost that comes with a good sweat. Although there wasn’t a whole lot of working out, we did start kickboxing again. I had started kickboxing before I got pregnant with Charlotte and I loved it. For those of you that don’t know, Matt used to be a women’s kickboxing instructor, so I basically have my very own trainer. 😉 I kept saying the whole time, “Why has it taken us so long to get back into this?!?!” It is so much fun and it is an incredible workout. If you have never tried it, I suggest you find a gym with a free class to try, like right now.

Like I said before, even with a pretty crazy week we were both able to stick close enough to our plans and do the best we could with following our calorie counts and we both had a weight loss! Yay! Go Team!


  • This week -1.2
  • Total -12.6

(I didn’t hit my goal but I’m okay with that all things considering, Next week!)


  • This week -0.2
  • Total -12.2