Posts Tagged ‘Weight Loss’

The Case of the Reluctant Early Morning Riser.

Me and mornings, we don’t get along.

sunrise in the city

sunrise in the city (Photo credit: Tattooed JJ)

We didn’t back in the Good Old Days, when I could count on a solid seven or eight hours of sleep each night. We really didn’t in the haze of the newborn days, when they seemed to arrive almost before I closed my eyes. And we still don’t now that I’m getting five or six hours of oft-interrupted slumber.

So it’s no surprise that I’ve long scoffed at the idea of morning workouts.

Sweating before coffee? That’s just…wrong. On so many levels.

In fact, those close to me have heard me swear that pigs would fly before I became a morning exerciser.

Which means that somewhere, somehow pigs are flying (even if only in some mad scientist’s lab).

I, Amber Page, have embraced the pre-dawn workout.

No, really. It’s true.

My alarm goes off at the unholy hour of 6 a.m. And I am up and out of bed by 6:15.

I stumble to the bathroom, pull on my workout clothes, slap my hair back in a ponytail, and tie on my running shoes before my eyes are fully open.

By the time my body realizes what’s going on, I’m halfway done.

By the time my husband rolls out of bed, I’m cooling down.

By the time the grumposaurus stomps down the stairs, I’m not only done, but showered, dressed, and ready to go.

And you know what? I like it.

I like starting my day with a good sweat. I like getting the endorphins flowing before I’ve brushed my teeth.  I like exercising in the morning. I really like it.

And that’s just weird.

It all started because of this Let’s Get Physical weight loss challenge I’m doing. I hoped those workouts would melt the pounds off me, and get me that much closer to winning first prize.

Yep. That was a good theory.

Four weeks in, I’ve lost a measly four pounds. Which is better than no pounds, I know. But still. I’m not exactly setting any records for weight loss.

But, you know what? I don’t really care.

You know why? I feel good.

I’m almost all the way through the Couch to 5K program. The running has stopped being painful, and started being fun again.

I’m rediscovering yoga. I actually did a back bend today (it’s been years since I could pull that off).

I’m seeing my body change shape. Slowly, of course. I”m guessing no one else can tell. But I don’t care.

I feel good. Real good.

That’s enough. For now.






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In Weight Loss, Good Enough Sometimes Is.

Yesterday morning, I got on the scale for the first weigh-in of the “Let’s Get Physical” weight loss challenge I’m participating in.

I was worried. I hadn’t been perfect, by any means.

There was the steak at Outback on Saturday. The one that was worth double the points I thought it was.

And the pumpkin muffin, bought while on a sugar low.

And more than one glass of wine.

But still I managed to lose more than two pounds!

Me on Day One of the Challenge/

I’ve been here before, of course.

I get all excited for a week or two, and the pounds start dropping off. But then I get lazy. And sloppy. I sneak in a couple extra bites of cake. Forget to track a glass of wine or two. And, most damning of all, get “too busy” to move my body and sweat a little.

Then the weight loss stops and I get discouraged. I decide that perhaps I’m just meant to be heavy. That being skinny isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, anyway.

Soon, the desserts make a comeback.

The treadmill gets dusty.

And my stomach stays flabby.

I hope this time will be different. I feel that it could be. I think I could be back to my “healthy” weight by Christmas.

I’d sure like to wear a size in the single digits again.

I want to be a good role model for my daughter. I want to show her that eating right and exercising regularly are, well, just things that we should do to take care of our bodies.

So I’ve got to keep the momentum going.

I’ve got to feed my inner stress eater with fruit, not cookies.

I’ve got to start my day with exercise, not five rounds of the snooze alarm.

I’ve got to keep on keeping on.

Wish me luck.


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Conquering My Inner Stress Eater.

“Man, I’d kill for a muffin right now.”

“You don’t need a muffin. You just had pumpkin bread for breakfast.”

“I know, but a muffin sure would taste good!”

A Starbucks Coffee muffin

“No. No muffin.”

“Fine,” she answers, walking away in a huff.

I go back to writing, typing as fast as my fingers can fly.

“How ‘bout some Starbucks? A raspberry latte only has 5 points.”

“How much caffeine do you need? You already had two big mugs of coffee this morning!”

“You are no fun,” she pouts. Then she starts picking at her finger nails. Soon she is entranced.

I try to return my focus to my computer. But instead, I start to think about everything I have to do. And how many meetings I have to attend this week. How on earth am I going to get it all done?

Panic sets in. There’s no possible way. Unless I don’t sleep. But of course I have to sleep.

I take a deep breath and decide to focus on one project, one page, and one word at a time. I can do this. I will do this. It always gets done.

But still, my heart beats a little faster than it should.

She comes to stand over my shoulder.

“You know what would settle you down? A chocolate milkshake. You should go downstairs and get a shake at lunch.”

“I don’t need a milkshake, damn it. I need to lose 30 pounds!”

“Ahh, well, what’s one more milkshake going to hurt? Those 30 pounds will still be there tomorrow.”

“Just. Shut. Up. I’m trying to concentrate over here.”

“Okay, just trying to help. You know chocolate always calms you down.”

“Stop. Helping.”

And that, my friends, is my life.

I am a stress eater. And I am almost always stressed.

Every damn day is a battle between me and my psyche.

Sometimes I win. Sometimes I lose. But the war? Is never over.

That’s why I’m joining in the “Let’s Get Physical” weight loss challenge at my friend Wendy’s place.

It starts September 4. Runs for eight weeks. And people? It’s a competition.

You know how I hate to lose.

So I’m going to win. By losing. Losing big.

Wish me luck.

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