I'm in day three of living with the Torture Machine and thought I should update because I know inquiring minds want to know how it's going.
Day One - I did my workout first thing in the morning. I survived for five minutes. Ok, yeah, there was a break mid-way through. Remember, I am not only an exercise novice, I am horribly out of shape. I'm taking baby steps here.
Day Two - I did five minutes in the morning and another five in the afternoon. I did not take a break within the five minutes unless you count the couple of times I stopped for a few seconds to catch my breath.
Day Three - well, it's almost noon and I haven't done my morning workout. Today I am sore and the thought of getting on the Torture Machine is killing me. We'll see if I have the energy to try the afternoon workout but I'm not holding my breath here.
If anyone is wondering what finally brought me to the point of working out, it's a very long and personal story. One that even I, who over-shares everything, refuses to divulge the gory details of. You'll just have to accept it and be happy that I'm finally taking some steps to bring about some change in ME.
I need to exercise to get physically fit. I'm also hoping to drop some weight along the way. Of course I'm going to have to do more than just walk on the Torture Machine. I desperately need to change my eating habits.
I need to change not only what I eat, but also how much I eat and when I eat. I probably negated the whole 10 minutes of elliptical time by eating dinner last night. We had pot roast with green beans, corn, and rice. Naturally I slathered gravy on the beef and the rice. Yummy! I did not have second servings ... that is until I was cleaning up afterwards and couldn't help but add gravy to the leftover rice and eat an additional two or ten mouthfuls.
But it was so good! And then, to add insult to injury around bedtime my DH had a craving for something cheesy and we sat in bed together and pigged out on Cheez-It Duoz. For anyone who doesn't understand internet lingo, DH stands for Dear Husband; but, feel free to fill in your own "D" word .... whatever the situation warrants. Regardless, I have to own the fact that I didn't have to join him in the midnight snack no matter how tasty those da#$ crackers are!
So, there you have it. I think I have to write off Tuesday as a complete washout.
The truth of the matter is I've really got to get a handle on my eating habits. I need to learn that cleanup after dinner means scraping the dishes, pots, and pans, and loading the dishwasher; it does NOT include eating what's left over "so it doesn't go to waste." Or better yet, I need to learn to make just enough to eat without having leftovers to taunt me. I need to stop buying snack foods that call out my name late at night. I need to learn what to eat and what not to eat. I need to figure out portion controls and stick to them. I need to stop impulse eating. I need to give up comfort foods. I need to stand naked in front of a mirror every single day to remind myself why I need to do all that other stuff ... ewww, gross.
There I go again - over-sharing. Sorry!
Anyway, there you have it, an update of my progress (or lack of) towards producing a whole new me. Or should I say progress towards producing a half-of-the-person-I am-now new me.
A half me.
If anyone has any suggestions towards obtaining that goal it would be greatly appreciated. Motivate me! Just be gentle and remember, while long overdue, I'm new at this.