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Again, again.

Why can’t I stick to a goal? I seem to always start off with so much energy and by the end of the first month I’m burnt out. In February I was really committed to working out each day but I didn’t focus nearly enough on how I was eating. I think this resulted in, well, no results. My legs and arms were becoming weirdly strong, but I wasn’t losing any weight in my stomach. I got so bored doing 30 Day Shred every single day, that I just gave up after completing 26/30 days. Last night I had another classic meltdown over how I look in clothes, sans tears at least, so I took that to mean that I need to start again, again. Again.

Summer always makes me do this to myself. Bathing suits, shorts, tank tops, dresses, skirts. I feel funny in all of them. I really doubt people are actually looking at me, but I’m always conscious of my gut, my thighs, my fat upper arms. It’s really hard to be overweight when you don’t want to be. I wish I could really love myself, but I’ve always had a hard time with it.

The new plan involves a lot of planning. Writing down 1 week in advance all the things I want to accomplish and all the meals I’m going to consume. 2 planned cheat days a month, very minimal eating out, working out once a day doing various activities.

The first thing I have to do is walk more. I don’t walk nearly enough. I live really close to 2 grocery stores and loads of parks. I could be walking every day if I had the motivation. I hesitate to be one of those people who write these really lofty goals on their blog instead of just getting out and doing it, but blogging is one of the reasons I stuck with the Shred so long in the first place, so blogging will have to be integral to the new, new, new, new plan.

The second thing I have to do is find my workout pants. A few weekends ago I went pole dancing for my soon to be sister in law’s bachelorette party. I’m pretty sure I left my pants on the floor at the studio. They were way too long anyway, but I’m down a set of work out pants which sucks.

I made a really ugly planner for myself for this week, I laughed when I was done it. I’ll need to get a real one and put it up in my house where I can shame myself into looking at it and sticking to it. The planner is for 1 week intervals and I’m going to cross out the meal/activity as I complete it to see at the end of each week where my problem areas are/what I need to change the following week. I’m also going to set an extra small goal for myself every day, which doesn’t necessarily need to be work out or food related. I’m also considering putting the plan up on this site so all my readers (my mom) can follow along with my progress.

I’m not sure how effective this again, again plan will be, but I’ll see how it goes. I’ve told Dave if this one doesn’t work out I’m going to hire him to be my food slapper and he can follow me around, slapping the food out of my hands/mouth.

Here’s week 1:

week 1 - june 10 - 16 plan

Back! Update!

I took 5 days off of working out because I had this really bizarre flu/allergies/sinus infection/cold crop up last week. I was going to try and ignore it but Sam told me I shouldn’t push through something like that just to work out a few extra days so I didn’t. I slept. My muscles feel great. I think I forgot I really needed a rest and that 30 days of strength work outs in a row is insane. I didn’t want to take off 5 days, I was only going to take off 2 but every time I laughed I had a 15 minute coughing attack so I was pretty sure all of Jillian’s hilarious jokes were going to send me into an arrhythmia. I’m going back to the Shred tonight and will do it for the next 7 days. After that I want to go into a real routine. 1 day strength, 1 day cardio, 1 day strength, 1 day cardio, rest day.


I need to work on my diet. I don’t want to call it a diet, though, I just want to start making better choices. It’s all great and fine to work out all the time but without paying attention to the food I’m eating I’m not going to lose any amount of weight. I know I’ve lost inches, my pants are so loose right now they’re kinda falling off when I stand up, but my shirts still feel tight. In Sudbury over the weekend my Dad noticed that I’d lost weight. It’s nice to hear that everything I’m trying to do hasn’t gone completely unnoticed. I actually haven’t lost any weight at all but I guess losing inches might be better than losing weight.

Sam assures me if I up my water intake and start doing rest days I’ll definitely see results.

I decided against the Fitbit for right now. Partly because I feel really guilty I didn’t accomplish 30 days in a row and partly because it doesn’t sync with my Android phone yet. Once it sync’s and has all the iOs capabilities I’ll probably want to get one.

In way cooler news, I am super pumped about helping to organize my sister-in-law to be Chantale’s wedding shower in June. I have so many ideas I had to start a Pinterest board for them. I should have gone into party planning. I bet it’s not too late! We’ll see how this goes first, maybe, before I consider uprooting my pimpin’ lifestyle and going into a career that might make me less money than Arts Graduate.


(I’ve said this a million times but) Day 1

In grade 9 I had a pair of really ugly corduroy pants. They were beige and had flowers all along the bottom of the pant legs. I bought them from Garage and I thought they were really great. By grade 10 those pants were sitting in the bottom of my closet, not getting the sunlight or water those ankle flowers so deserved. I had 2 really good reasons I couldn’t wear them any more  I was 4’11 and because European hemming didn’t exist in 1998, I couldn’t bring them to get hemmed at the risk of having the amazing flower pattern chopped off and I was busting them at the seams because I had gained so much weight. So the pants sat for a long while, until eventually I donated them to the Jarrett Centre.

Parting ways with those pants stands out not because they were the height of fashion and I was giving them away but because they were a size 9. They are the only pants I can remember that I bought that weren’t double digits. I should have never bought them in the first place, they bunched up funny in my crotch region because I am very short and they were made for tall, thin people but size 9 is the smallest I can remember my pant size ever being, and grade 9 was some 14 years ago now.

I’ve tried many times over the years to lose weight and be more active but what I’ve realized works best for me is having a place to log what I’m doing while I’m doing it. This website is for me. I want to write about my goals and setbacks, I want to write about how terrible and rewarding working out is, I want to write about how eating better and having cheat days is part of the battle and eventually I want to write about going into Garage and buying the ugliest pair of single digit pants that the store has to offer.