Fit (Bit) to Be Tied

A few weeks ago, my husband sent me a link via instant messenger and said “pick one”. I clicked the link. It was to FitBit’s website.

Against my better judgment, I PICKED ONE. And now I am irreversibly OBSESSED with the dang thing! This is a huge problem for an exercise-hating lazybones like moi.

(Also, should I be offended that my husband practically forced me to get a FitBit? Discuss.)

At the time my darling dear forced a FitBit upon me, we had just come back from vacation and I was bemoaning the fact that over the past year since I got a job, I had really let myself go and had gained like 11 pounds. So, after vacation I gave up sugar (the HORROR) and started doing my favorite Pilates again. I vowed this was the year I was going to do the opposite of “let myself go”. I was going to take time to take care of myself even though I have a job and am incredibly pressed for time.

And I have. It’s shocking! I like, exercise every day. I have only had one Mountain Dew since July 27th. I have lost 13 pounds. And I give the FitBit MAD CREDIT.

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This is me out walking. On a really HOT day. ON PURPOSE. What the fish, man!?!?!

I am very ashamed that it took a tiny electronic device in my pocket to truly motivate me to take care of myself, but OH WELL. It is what it is! And it is an obsession! I check the app on my phone to keep up with my steps like 8700 times a day. And I exercise and drink enough water PURELY to see that my goals turn green by the end of the day.

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Seriously WHO AM I?

The only thing I don’t like about my FitBit is the CHALLENGES my friends keep inviting me too. Since I have a job that requires I sit on my @$$ several hours a day, I can NEVER win the challenges. So, I am a big loser. But, the competition is still good for me. I do as much as I can! I walk around my house for no reason just to get extra steps in.

Basically, I am an insane person.

But I am feeling pretty good! So we will go with it for now. 🙂

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It’s the end of the world as I know it

There’s something I’ve been keeping from you for the last month.  Maybe because of fear of failure, I don’t know.  Or maybe because I just didn’t want to admit it.  But the truth is, for almost five weeks now, I’ve been…excercising.  And eating better. And not hardly drinking any Mountain Dew (or pop at all).  (I still have a couple a week but I don’t keep it in the house. If I want pop, I have to go out and buy it.)

It’s fairly depressing because I hate exercise and I love sugar.  But it all started with me trying to mend my gallbladder problems and drop a few pounds before I head to Mom 2.0.  I had a few extra ell-bee’s on me from general laziness and overindulgence in Cadbury Creme Eggs…mmm.

And, it’s working. I’ve been back on the Pilates train for five weeks and I’ve only not worked out five days in five weeks.  All my lovely Lands’ End clothes for Mom 2.0 fit great.  I will NOT be needing shapewear for once. And…I like it.  I find myself wanting to work out.  Who AM I?

The problem is, I want to work out, but I still want to eat Cadbury Creme Eggs (I may have a few I purchased on clearance after Easter hoarded in a special hiding place.  Maybe.) and drink Mountain Dew!  I HAVE been eating healthier, but I don’t WANT TO.  I am never going to just pine for a salad, people.

Five weeks is a long time for me.  This is a big streak!  There is a small voice inside me that wonders how long I can keep it up.  I want to keep it up because I love the way I feel.  But I also miss being me, normal me, carefree me, who would say in the wise words of Erin Brockovich, “As long as I have one @$$ instead of two” I’ll eat whatever I want.

Sigh. I guess we’ll see how I do after Miami!  Those extra calories I’ve been burning while breastfeeding have definitely been helping me in my endeavors to slim down.  But if Jonah quits nursing while I’m away (which I kind of want him to, because really, I am his drinking fountain at this point), I won’t have THAT in my back pocket anymore…which means even more exercising and even less sugary soda!  *Sigh*.

I SERIOUSLY wanna have my cake and eat it too!!  Waah.

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I’m a Loser, Baby

Except I’m not. I was, but now I’m not.

You see, I was on my way to losing ye olde baby weight (which I think should be a proper noun, because it’s practically an extra person, right?  So it shall be called BabyWeight.), but then I went to my mom & dad’s in Virginia for Easter, and I just stopped.  I stopped eating right, and I stopped exercising and I couldn’t quite get back to it when I got home.

So I’ve gained back 2 lbs.  Which isn’t that bad, considering the way I’ve been doing the Dew and not doing the Wii Fit, but I am discouraged.  Mad at myself, but I still don’t want to get back on that Pilates mat.  Because I HATE EXERCISE!!!!

But alas, it’s finally stopped raining and it’s warming up and I have NO capri pants that fit and I’m going to die of heat stroke if I don’t get BabyWeight the heck off of me!

So, for real, I have an Usborne Books party tonight I have to clean house for but tomorrow, TOMORROW for sure it’s time to kick BabyWeight’s fat butt.

And hope I don’t die trying!

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