I lost 2 pounds. 8 total. The 8 sounds great, the 2... well, not bad. To be honest, I didn't really do a whole lot. I worked out all of twice (and both of those were 10 minute on demand workouts) and my food intake was nothing to be proud of. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't upset with myself, but I didn't feel like, hey, I did a REALLY good job this week. I'm not proud, but I am satisfied.
Essentially, I did a good job getting into a routine. Every morning I had a bowl of Special K w/Strawberries cereal and skim milk. I had a healthy banana-blueberry muffin. (I should actually post that recipe, they're delicious and full of good stuff!) I had a Jazz Apple, a FiberPlus fiber bar, and then (some days) two packets of lower sugar apple cinnamon oatmeal. Some days I didn't even need the oatmeal.
When I came home, that's when things got tricky. See, I love cheese. So I bought my very-favorite-of-all-time-brie cause it was on sale at Whole Foods and had some of that pretty much every night. Some nights I made a tomato, spinach, and mozarella salad with olive oil and a little balsamic vinegar and had some of that deliciousness. I also had smoothies, quinoa pilaf, some chicken and stir fry... all kinds of things. One night I had to go to the bar to watch the Flyers game and got soup and beer (ok and I had a few wings). Another night I went out for a date and got a chicken and goat cheese salad and mojitos. For the MOST part, I stayed away from really naughty things. So an overall 2 pounds is fair, I suppose.
Gotta vamp it up for week 2. My mother got me the Jillian Michaels workout DVD so I'm going to give that a shot. And Steve and I talked about really cutting back on food and only eating healthy stuff going forward (after Easter brunch, of course). So that's the plan. 63 days left.
Just finished the "30-Day Shred" Level 1 circuit and I'm feeling pretty good. It was hard, but I didn't pass out. One of those where you can make the workout as hard as suits you. For instance, I skimped on the push ups, but I crushed the butt kicks... that kind of thing. So I'm feeling energized, optimistic, and ready to take on the world. Bring on Week 2!!
When I was little my family used to have a house in the Outer Banks, North Carolina. We went down every summer and I will forever cherish my memories from those weeks and weeks. This past September my mom and I went back there for the first time in 10 years. Just driving over the bridge with the windows down, taking in the smells, was like returning to a dream from my childhood. I love it there so much. Everything moves at a slower pace. If you walk around barefoot, no one looks twice. There are dogs EVERYWHERE. The air is just... cleaner. Every morning I sat on the beach with a book, listening to the ocean and watching dolphins swim past me. To me, it is a place of magic. I forgot how much I adored the Outer Banks, and decided I needed to go back. A lot. 