baby steps

some days, i think pig's goal is waaaaay better than mine. more delicious too.

sigh. back to the elliptical.

and now for something completely different

so i didn't make it to the gym this weekend. laziness has a hard hold on me. but i did go monday, and will hopefully squeeze in a few more before the end of the week. on a confusing note, my weight is the same this week as it was the week before. i don't even pretend to understand what my body is doing anymore.

on a completely unrelated note, this cracks me up:

silver lining?

Let's play the good news/bad news game for this week, shall we?

Good news: i've been eating healthy all week.
Bad news: i haven't made it to the gym.

Good news: i didn't gain the 5 pounds i expected as a result of my ham snarfing.
Bad news: i did gain one pound.

Good news: i'm planning on going to the gym saturday and sunday to try to restart my gym-habit.
Bad news: i have to go to the gym saturday and sunday.

Good news: maybe if i go to the gym, i will stop seeing this when i get on the scale.

Bad news: i apparently have some gnarly, manish looking feet. how embarassing.

ham coma

fairly certain this weekend was a fail. while saturday was good (went to the gym, ate reasonably healthy food, etc), i more than trashed that good work on sunday. between the swedish coffee cake, deviled eggs, and pounds of ham and mashed potatoes i consumed, it will be a miracle if i make it out of this week thought gaining 5 pounds. still, i regret nothing. well... i regret the stomach ache i had last night, and the ham hangover i have today... but other than that, nothing.

i'm back to eating healthy today and will be hitting the gym at least 3 times this week. right back up on the wagon people.

...now if only i could find a horse to pull it...

slow and steady wins the race?

so i did my weekly weigh-in tuesday night. i lost half a pound. seriously? not even a whole pound? i have pedalled my little heart out on that elliptical, eaten soups and salads, and had sensible dinners. i have all but given up soda. and i lost one measly half-pound???

apparently those assholes on the biggest loser make it look way easier than it is. and i keep telling myself that's not realistic. i can't be in the gym 8 hours a day and i do not have a scary lady yelling at me to "work harder dammit!" as i pull a car for a mile. but dammit, i want to step onto the scale after a week and have it show that i lost ten pounds. it was never this hard to GAIN ten pounds. why the hell are they so set on sticking around?

but i'm trying not to get too down on myself. i'm feeling healthier. and it could have been muscle gain. muscle does weigh more after all...

still, those biggest loser bitches better never meet me in a dark alley. it will not be pleasant for them.