What Have You Done Today to Make You Feel Proud?
Today was kind of a ho hum day since I didn't get to sleep last night, or should I say this morning, until four o'clock. We drove to the Coast to eat and then ended up at the casino eating gumbo at 1:30 in the morning. Let's just say DH was hot, me notso much. He kept giving me half of his winnings, so at least I came home with a couple of bucks.
I only did a half hour on the elliptical because a friend of mine needed counseling about plastic surgery, so I talked to her on and off all day. She's a nervous wreck when she really shouldn't be. I mean afterall, she has the best doc on Fifth Avenue that money can buy!
I should go and do at least thirty more minutes on that damned elliptical, but I have no desire to get r done. You ever have one of those days that you just think, I'll work extra hard tomorrow instead? Geesh, I've got to stop letting DH be a bad influence on me and keep me out all hours of the night, cuz the next day I'm just worthless!
Mary
I only did a half hour on the elliptical because a friend of mine needed counseling about plastic surgery, so I talked to her on and off all day. She's a nervous wreck when she really shouldn't be. I mean afterall, she has the best doc on Fifth Avenue that money can buy!
I should go and do at least thirty more minutes on that damned elliptical, but I have no desire to get r done. You ever have one of those days that you just think, I'll work extra hard tomorrow instead? Geesh, I've got to stop letting DH be a bad influence on me and keep me out all hours of the night, cuz the next day I'm just worthless!
Mary
Mar... sometimes you just need a day off to recharge! Take it.. use it.. and get on back to it tomorrow.... you'll be rested and ready.
Today I'm proud that I did 3 hours. 2 hours of hard interval and 1 hour of weights.
My weight started at 218 this morning and ended up at 215 tonight.. probably p'd out fluids with the lasix and working out (I was soaking wet).
I did nothing around the house... oh.. I made Jon's dinner of course (and his lunch for tomorrow) and stashed some freezer stuff for when I'm away.
That's about it.
I still gotta go shopping and find a couple of tops to wear....
Today I'm proud that I did 3 hours. 2 hours of hard interval and 1 hour of weights.
My weight started at 218 this morning and ended up at 215 tonight.. probably p'd out fluids with the lasix and working out (I was soaking wet).
I did nothing around the house... oh.. I made Jon's dinner of course (and his lunch for tomorrow) and stashed some freezer stuff for when I'm away.
That's about it.
I still gotta go shopping and find a couple of tops to wear....
AMEN, sista! Yep.. that sweat is everything. At first I couldn't do it long enough to break a sweat... now I'm soaked.
The more you do it, the easier it'll get.... I swear this to you! I NEVER believed I could EVER do 70 minutes at a time... it just takes some time, patience and perserverence.... you CAN do this!
The more you do it, the easier it'll get.... I swear this to you! I NEVER believed I could EVER do 70 minutes at a time... it just takes some time, patience and perserverence.... you CAN do this!
Neen, you'll be doing three hours before you know it. That fifteen minutes has a way of turning into thirty really fast. And that thirty minutes changes your eating habits because you don't want to have to face that treadmill fueled by junk. And then by eating healthy, you start doing more, and the more you do, the better you look. And then you start to like getting on the scale because a lower number is exciting...and addictive!
I'm so proud that you are sweating!!!
Mary
I'm so proud that you are sweating!!!
Mary
Mar.. I gotta do it.. it's an obsession at this point.
As long as I can control the pain, I keep going. My diet isn't bad... I'm doing all the right things and I'm gaining weight so my only hope is more exercise. Instead of getting all blown out of sorts and laying on the couch sulking..... I work out. When I see the doc on Friday, maybe I'll get some answers as to why all the right things are working opposite on me... LOL
As long as I can control the pain, I keep going. My diet isn't bad... I'm doing all the right things and I'm gaining weight so my only hope is more exercise. Instead of getting all blown out of sorts and laying on the couch sulking..... I work out. When I see the doc on Friday, maybe I'll get some answers as to why all the right things are working opposite on me... LOL
Lori, if you don't mind me asking, what was it that got you off of the couch and into working out? I love to hear people's stories on the subject.
For me, once I found out I had PCOS, the only way to control it was low carb diet AND exercise. Now why did THAT have to be the way to deal with it? 
Mary
well. I have two choices here... I could embellish some glorious story or just stick with the simple sad truth.
The doctor certainly didn't clear me for exercise citing that I would have a heart attack and it wsa just a matter of when but I just wasn't dying fast enough... and I was really hoping that it would give me a massive heart attack. The signs were there.. feeling like I got kicked in the gut, doubling over... not being able to walk 10 steps without falling over and grabbing something while I tried to catch my breath. I was just trying to do it when no one was home so no one could call 911. So I'd get on the bike and go as hard and as much as my legs would let me... not much... but enough to make me feel sick as a dog and hold my chest.
Well, I got fooled... I got better instead.... it just could have gone either way and I certainly didn't want to live anymore, and I wouldn't have done anything foolish for my daughter to find. So.. it was a matter of doing it while making it look like I was trying to do something GOOD for myself so there would be no questions regarding my life insurance.. no stigma for my kid to live with.. no mess.
The better I began to feel, the less I wanted to drop off. I just didn't want to live like that anymore.. so either way I was a winner... On November 1, at 265 lbs.. I joined the gym.. and it got to the point where I'd feel INVIGORATED after a good work out. I found that my muscles remembered me and I started pushing some really decent weights and I'm so f*cking competitive that I just had to keep going.
On my next visit to my doctor, he said my lung function was MUCH improved despite the emphysema and my heart was much stronger. When I first started.. my lung function was only 72% and getting worse daily............ I chain smoked to help it along.. deliberately.
See.. no glorious story.. just one of a very depressed woman who was in such ill health that I was trying to find a way to end it that wasn't messy or obvious.
I've never said this outloud before.. but I don't feel like I wanna die anymore. I am not looking to extend my life, but damnit, I wanna look GOOD in that coffin when I do!! LOL
I know.. pathetic.. but ya asked.. and I thought I should be honest.
The doctor certainly didn't clear me for exercise citing that I would have a heart attack and it wsa just a matter of when but I just wasn't dying fast enough... and I was really hoping that it would give me a massive heart attack. The signs were there.. feeling like I got kicked in the gut, doubling over... not being able to walk 10 steps without falling over and grabbing something while I tried to catch my breath. I was just trying to do it when no one was home so no one could call 911. So I'd get on the bike and go as hard and as much as my legs would let me... not much... but enough to make me feel sick as a dog and hold my chest.
Well, I got fooled... I got better instead.... it just could have gone either way and I certainly didn't want to live anymore, and I wouldn't have done anything foolish for my daughter to find. So.. it was a matter of doing it while making it look like I was trying to do something GOOD for myself so there would be no questions regarding my life insurance.. no stigma for my kid to live with.. no mess.
The better I began to feel, the less I wanted to drop off. I just didn't want to live like that anymore.. so either way I was a winner... On November 1, at 265 lbs.. I joined the gym.. and it got to the point where I'd feel INVIGORATED after a good work out. I found that my muscles remembered me and I started pushing some really decent weights and I'm so f*cking competitive that I just had to keep going.
On my next visit to my doctor, he said my lung function was MUCH improved despite the emphysema and my heart was much stronger. When I first started.. my lung function was only 72% and getting worse daily............ I chain smoked to help it along.. deliberately.
See.. no glorious story.. just one of a very depressed woman who was in such ill health that I was trying to find a way to end it that wasn't messy or obvious.
I've never said this outloud before.. but I don't feel like I wanna die anymore. I am not looking to extend my life, but damnit, I wanna look GOOD in that coffin when I do!! LOL
I know.. pathetic.. but ya asked.. and I thought I should be honest.
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