Workout was a BEAST!!

I'll tell you what. Today I thought I was going to Cardio Jam..."NO MA'AM" shrieked my shins as I half bounced halfed winced in time with the rest of the class. I made it through half of the first routine after the warm-up and had to peace out. So, I trudged upstairs, deflected but not defeated and got my self on an elliptical. Well, it was the wrong kind of machine. It was the kind of elliptical where the feet pedals go way too far apart making it extremely difficult to pick up any heart thumping, fat burning speed. So, I worked out on it for about six minutes while I waited for one of the good ones to become available and when it was I got on it. And when I say my workout was a beast, I mean IT WAS A BEAST! Mind you, I had already been on the first elliptical and in the Cardio Jam class for a combined total of 16 minutes and now I was on another elliptical for another 28 minutes. I made it 21 before I felt like collapsing and then got off and crawled down to the locker room where I sat and caught my breath for a few minutes.

Now, Wes is making burgers and I am extremely excited because Wes makes the BEST burgers in the entire world. (I get the night off for dinner :) I think the entire shebang (bread, burger, and avocado) is gonna cost me about 10 points but I'm okay with that because I have them to spare and I earned activity points today!

Wes leaves tomorrow for Omaha at which point I will be left to my own defenses but that is a post for another day. Right now, I'm getting ready for dinner and a late date night!

45 Push-Ups to Start the Morning...

What a way to wake up!!! Right? Right! It definitely got my blood pumping this morning and I am feeling really good about the day so far. I actually got the idea for push-ups in the morning from the fabulous Nola Devlin of "The Cinderella Pact." I recently read it and it really was the driving force behind me getting off my ass and actually starting this blog and my weight loss. It was uber witty and utterly hilarious and reading about another persons struggle to lose weight and actually succeeding at it made it feasible for me. Even if it was fictitious. Just reading how difficult it was and knowing that other people struggle with it like I do was great because even though it's not a real story, or a true story, it comes from a very real, very true place (the author has weight issues). So I said all that to say that I did 25 push-ups with wide elbows and 20 with my elbows in and I am sure I will be feeling the burn in just a few short hours all because Nola Devlin started doing it early on in her routine.

On to breakfast! I ate Special K Cinnamon Pecan cereal for breakfast and to be quite honest, I would eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if I didn't think I might pass out from the lack of a significant source of protein. Anyway, I had a tangerine and a Double Chocolate Special K bar for snack and I am loving what I brought for lunch today: Tomato covered chicken with a slice of whole wheat toast. If you've been paying attention, you know those are leftovers from Monday's dinner.

Speaking of dinner, last nights was DELISH! Chicken and Shrimp Jamaican Jerk Stir Fry with broccoli. I had a half cup of brown rice and a whole cup of chicken and shrimp then I tossed the broccoli in Jamaican Jerk sauce and devoured it. I ate every single grain of rice, head of broccoli, and cube of chicken and shrimp! It was divine. The entire thing was only 6 points. (I'll definitely be eating that again). It was so good that I was half way done before I realized I hadn't taken a picture. Ooops!

One bad thing from yesterday was that I didn't exercise which means I am absolutely not going to get 6 days of exercise in this week. I'm not sulking though because the only reason I failed to exercise is because I was too busy icing my knee which was still aching from the run I did on Monday against Wes' and my better judgement. But you know what, I don't regret it. The weather was cool and it was duck and sometimes a girl just wants to go for a run, damnit. Anyway, I'm back at it tonight. Cardio Jam is where I'll be and I am looking forward to it. Until later...

Healthy Choice Soup for Lunch and it was...

DIS-GUST-ING...there was some kind of bitter after taste and though it was FIVE POINTS, it was mostly broth. Color me irritated. I feel swindled and I'M STILL HUNGRY!! The real kicker here is that I feel like I ate ear wax. I mean, there is a lingering, waxy taste taking up residence in the back of my throat. Brown paper bagging it from now on, damnit!

Point here is that I.Am.Starving.

This post is all about caps-lock! I am thinking about getting a Fiber One Bar out of the vending machine but it's five points and I can't really afford that (points wise). I need to preserve my points since I am going to Spinnnig tonight and will likely be ravenous once I leave. Huh! I'm gonna hold out until 3:15pm to eat one of my Special K Protein Snack Bars and all will be right with the world.

I have to stop thinking about food so much.

Day 2 On Deck...

I had Honey Nut Cheerio's for breakfast and they were FAAAANTASTIC!! There is a banana in my presence that I am having a hard time even looking at, let alone eating. It's hidden in my gym bag which is really quite gross but again, it's a banana and as the saying goes, you are the company you keep or whatever it is. Anyway, I'm gonna try to eat it later barring I don't choke, gag, or dry heave it into the garbage by accident. Have I mentioned I HATE BANANAS?? Actually, a more accurate feeling towards bananas would be horrification...is that a word? I'm fucking afraid of them. I know that's a word!

Also, I forgot my gym shoes this morning and now I'll have to go home to get them before spinning. Huh! Not amused but I am committed. And thus the journey towards another successful day of diet, exercise, cleaning, and cooking gets off to a good start. Until later...

See, I have every reason to be terrified of them!

Day 1 is done!!

I am happy to say that I cooked, cleaned, worked out, and stuck to my diet COMPLETELY!! I'm so excited about it. Only 59 more days to go!

It Doesn't Look As Good As it Tasted...

Baked Chicken breasts smothered in Fire Roasted Tomatoes with a side of green beans. Doesn't have to be fried to be fire :) And the only thing that was worth any points on the plate was the chicken. I still have like 13 points left for the day. I could totally eat a slice of cake!! I won't, of course!

Gasping.For.Air.

It was really nice out today and since the only class I wanted to take at the gym was at 8pm and catching the bus that late is kind of a drag, I opted for a run. Bad idea. It feels like I ground dull metal against my shins. My legs are throbbing and pulsating in places I didn't know I could have such a strong pulse and my lungs feel almost exactly as I imagine those people who mess up their circus act of swallowing swords and flame ignited sticks must feel. Translation: It fucking burns. To add insult to injury, as I struggled along at top speed (I'm sure there were ants moving faster than I was) two chicks flew past me in a bouncy, chipper blur and then moved miles in front of me in what seemed like only a moments time. Showoffs. Anyway, I walk/ran 2 miles today (okay, technically, it was more like 1.8 miles but let's not split hairs). It was a beast but I'm glad I did it. Now, I cook dinner and I think I'll start by cleaning the sink later tonight. This cleaning of the bedroom is gonna have to happen gradually. I mean honestly, it looks like someone set off a clothes bomb in my room. There are things everywhere. Tank tops, shirts, pants, skirts, jackets, bras, panties, towels, pillow cases. You name it, it's on the floor in my room. All of Wes' clothes are hung and folded. I am the worst :) It'll get on a tip-top spring cleaning once he is out of town this weekend.

Now, I'm off to make dinner. Pictures to follow.

How Long Do I Have to Wait Between Meals...and snacks?

Cause I am obsessing about the Double Chocolate Special K Protein Snack Bar in my desk drawer. My life revolves around food. This must stop.

Doesn't it look tasty though. Better to be obsessing over that than this!

Right? Right!

Breakfast is um...not what I like to eat!

Quick post. I'm eating egg whites, one mushroom, and like an 8th of a cup of salsa for breakfast. Not my idea of a good time but I guess it's better than my usual bagel slathered in cellulite and unsightly pudge aka cream cheese and strawberry jam. Anyway, I actually managed to clean my pot before I left. Wish I could say the same for the fork and plate but baby steps. Right? Also, there is an entire sink full of mine and Wes' dishes that need to be washed. I just took this cleanliness oath yesterday though. Again, baby steps. Done.

SN* I was in a hurry and dropped one of the egg yolks in the pan by accident this morning. Trying to keep it as honest as possible and if I am being completely honest, while I don't particularly love eggs, mushrooms, and salsa for breakfast, I don't loathe it either. So there. Hope lunch is as bearable as breakfast was though I think it's gonna be soup and that never settles well if you know what I mean. Either way. Sticking to the plan!

Why Super Sixties??

Let me start by saying that this is multi purpose blog that I have been meaning to write since birth. With that little nugget out of they way we've learned two things: I exaggerate. I procrastinate. By the end of this blog I hope to be way better at one and only mildly improved on the other. I set low expectations for these kinds of things, better not to disappoint myself. Now that the gibberish is out of the way I would like to state the purpose of this blog or should I say purposes? Now that the gibberish is out of the way, I would like to state the purposes of this blog.

Reason 1. To Document My Epic Weight Loss Experience.

Those of you who know me well and and have known me long, know that I was not always this size. My body at best can be described, nowadays, as plump which is tragic considering what I used to look like. I would say a mix of Kim Kardashian's top and butt with Sarena Williams' legs (exaggeration). With that in mind, it is quite obvious that I have let myself go cause the only thing that is Kim Kardashian/Sarena Williams-esque about me is my inordinately round ass. So I need to lose weight. Who doesn't? Like, 51.6 pounds. This is the first and last time that I will ever admit my weight but seeing as how I am admitting it on a blog site, there is absolutely no point in trying to release it into to atmosphere never to be heard again because once I type it out, it's there. It's public. There's no un-publishing it. You can't un-fire a gun or un-hear something or un-know it (procrastination). I guess at this point I'm bullsihtting 199.6 so I'll stop.

Anyway, my goal is 148 or actually I should say safe weight cause my goal is 150 but I need to go 148 so when I gain water weight during the worst week of my life every month I don't go over my goal weight of 150. I know, I'm fucking crazy. Whatever. So I said all that crap to say that I will be writing about the trials and pitfalls of my diet and exercise routine on this here blog so that my friends ad family can stay abreast of the absurdity I'll have to endure to lose all that weight in 6 months. I'm giving myself the deadline of my 27th birthday to be utterly fabulous and absolutely in shape.

So, I'll do Weight Watchers and exercise at least five times a week. I am not looking forward to this but I gotta get in shape. My boyfriends body gets more ripped and toned everyday and my gets softer and less attractive with every cake pop and white chocolate mocha coffee drink. FAIL. Did I mention he's a model. Fuckery.

Reason 2. My sister is superwomen and I want to see if I can be too.

I guess to document that as well. She cooks. Everyday. She cleans. Everyday. She worksout. Everyday. She looks flawless. Everyday. I need to get my shit together and start being a better girlfriend. Have I mentioned my boyfriend is a model? And I want to add a point of clarification here. My boyfriend is fucking awesome. He practically worships the ground I walk on so I am doing this as much for him as I am doing it for myself. It is unfair that he runs around looking like Vin Diesel when I look like Nell Carter (exaggeration). I want to stop having to tuck and lift and suck things in. TMI.

Anyway, women in the 60's, a la June Cleaver, cooked, cleaned, and stayed in shape, though June and the Beave started in the late 50's and then went into the 60's. And technically, in the 60's women were a lot more progressive and free spirited. There was an entire revolution going on. I guess the 50's would be more of the cooking and cleaning era. Hm. Well Super 60's sounds way better and I'm totally married to the name now so there's that. I digress. Anyway, I really want to do it. I want to see if I can cook at least 6 days a week, workout, get into great shape and keep my room clean.

Keeping the room clean might be the toughest of all things I am aspiring to, considering that I have at one point or another in my lifetime conquered all of the things I am taking on EXCEPT for keeping a clean room. I am chronically dirty. I think I actually have an aversion to cleanliness. I think it's to do with the fact that my mom is a neat freak and made us clean EVERYTHING when we were kids. I guess I am raging against the machine. I love you mom :)

So here's the challenge. For the next sixty days I will cook, clean, and get into tip top condition. Now I know that getting into shape will take longer than 60 days but here's hoping that doing something for 60 days actually turns it into a habit.

Let me lay everything out so that it's clear.

I am taking an oath to do the following:

Cook: I will cook at least six times a week. For the next 60 days.

Clean: I will clean my bedroom and bathroom and retain a level of cleanliness that would be appropriate enough for company to visit without me having to shove week old dirty drawers under the bed and find a place for the pile of mail that I opened but didn't go through and that is currently sitting in a heep, wedged between my nightstand and the wall, slowly but surely creeping it's way down to the floor. For the next 60 days.

Get in Shape: I will follow Weight Watchers if it kills me. I will lose weight. For the next 60 days. I will try to maintain a positive attitude about this although as I am typing it I realize that my intentions are a smidge ambitious and I might live to regret this oath by as early as oh, say, noon tomorrow.

The Oath: I, Alicia Taylor, do solemnly swear to adhere to the above terms to the best of my ability, for the next 60 days. On days that I fail to adhere to the guidelines I shall bathe in self-loathing and sulk accordingly.

Signed,

Alicia L. Taylor