ouch!

I am one week down on my Body for Life. Last night I said to Justin "11 more weeks to go!" and he said, "No, don't count the weeks. Its a lifetime of change." I responded by swiftly kicking him out of the bed. I kid.

This week actually went extremely well....if extremely well means I was unable to walk for half of it because I was so sore. Justin tells me that means it went well. I followed the eating plan, which means I have to eat 6 times a day, once every 2-3 hours. This sounds like a pain in the hiney, but because I have been home, it is actually fun. In the book, they give a list of proteins and a list of carbs. You pick one from each list, slap them together (with a veggie should you choose) and you have a meal! This week, I have made things like spaghetti with turkey meatballs, shrimp tacos and turkey chili. To cut down on the work, I make a regular meal, then divide it into portion-sized tupperwear containers. Makes things much easier. The only thing I have really struggled with in this area is the lack of things to keep track of. I have never done a program where I didn't have to keep track of points or calories....and to tell you the truth, its a little unnerving. You are allowed one free day each week, which I took on Sunday. I was surprised by my restraint. My only real "off" food was 2 chewy chocolate chip cookies and some tostitos in my taco salad. Oh, and how could I forget. My delish bread! I am a lame cheater!

The workouts have been more of a stretch, but I am trucking along. Workout go as follows: arms, cardio, legs, cardio, and so on and so forth. Both the weights and cardio follow and intensity scale that is killer. To prove the point, Rileigh came downstairs one morning to make sure I was okay because I was yelling....weighted lunges, can you blame me? I have been working out in the mornings. I despise mornings. However, when I read in my book that working out for 20 minutes in the morning is the same as working out for 1 hr in the evening....I decided I would stick with mornings.

I was happy with the scale progress: -1.6 this week. However, I am going to have to stop the weekly weigh-ins (another first for me!) because both Justin and the book say that with an intense weighs program, the scale might not reflect the changes accurately and instead leaving me feeling discouraged if I become so stuck on numbers. Instead Justin is going to bring home the body fat measuring-thing-a-ma-bob once every four weeks. I am scared of that.

Well, its time for me to hobble to the kitchen for another meal...ow.....ow......ow......oh man, its going to be another long week. Repeat after me, I love the pain, I love the pain.....oh, who am I kidding!

i'm here to pump.....you up!

I think if I listed all my hobbies, I would have to list dieting as one of them. Not that I enjoy it (I actually loathe it!) but it seems that I am always doing it and exploring it in about every form it has every existed. Master Cleanse? Check. Slimfast? Check. Weight Watchers? Check. Check. Check. As with most of my other hobbies, I begin with gusto, but lose interest quickly. It always seems to be all consuming....so I end up choosing none instead of all. 

My husband is a fitness nut. When I say nut, I mean nut. He stands at the kitchen sink each night choking down a can of tuna or something equally disgusting. I hear him wretching. A normal person would put the can down and walk away. Not Justin. He subjects himself to this repeatedly. See, I told you. Certifiable. He is also obsessed with working out. If he has to miss a workout, the heeke house is not a happy house. Justin is not a morning person. He is about a 5-snooze average. That could very well be even higher if I did not physically shove him out of bed by the 5th alarm with threats of even greater repercussions if he even THINKS about getting back under the covers. That being said, he is out of the house before 6am and hardly ever misses.

How do we coexist? Last night our worlds collided and as a result, today I cannot lift my arms above my head. Justin has decide (and I agreed) that he is going to train me 4 nights a week. We invested in some adjustable dumbells and we already have an eliptical machine, exercise ball and punching bag. Day 1 was arms.....and arms.....and arms. By the end when he had me doing push ups (i know...can you imagine? me? push ups?) I was shaking like a leaf with my rear high up in the air, like a kindergarten in gym class.  He got me good. 

Only cardio today. I think I will have to take it to the streets. For some odd reason, the eliptical machine seems to make my toes numb. Its weird and I don't like it. Maybe I can convince Rileigh to go with me. She will probably run circles around me....oh well. 

Todays question (as I dream of food...): what is your favorite guilty food pleasure?