It's working...

Been working out like crazy at the gym and though I only managed to try out the twice-a-day thing once so far, I'm back down to 140.8. On top of that, one of the trainers at the gym said "You're looking really fit, whatever you're doing is working." Hellz to ya.

I wanted to go twice today, but I have friends coming in soon and Hot BF has to work til 8, so I'm in charge of cleaning the apartment.

Speaking of the apartment... yesterday I went to hop on the scale, like I always do before and after showers, and I didn't see the scale. I asked my boyfriend where it went, because sometimes he takes it to the gym when he's working on a certain skill where he has to measure pressure (don't ask, I can't even begin to know how to explain this). And his response was "I hid it." I thought he was joking. Nope. He said he hid it because he didn't think I needed to weigh myself 10 times a day. I only needed to do when I was at the gym. He then told me how beautiful I was and how proud he was of my progress. It means a lot coming from him. It's his job to make people beautiful and strong.

Between him, the other trainer at the gym and the scale. I'm pretty happy today. 139, I can see you so clearly.

Getting Close!

Hooray! The shakes and pills are working and I weighed in at 140.6 today, despite the big plate of cajun food yesterday. I could have jumped for joy right then and there, but instead, to celebrate, I ran 4 miles. It felt great and afterward I was sweating so much that it looked like I took a shower.

139 here I come! I can't tell you the last time I've been in the 130s. I might not make my 135 goal by my birthday, but I'm still happy with the downward progress. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to get into the 120s by this summer. The thought of it makes me so excited!

I'll admit though, I am a little woozy and worn down, it's going to take some time for my body to get used to less calories.

Tomorrow is a strength training day, I dread these days. They make me feel ten times more tired than the running days. But I really have to kick it up this week because this weekend I'm traveling with Hot BF's family to a BBQ in Pa. And then were stopping at some chicken wing place on the way back that we saw on the Food Network. And sorry girls, I never deny myself chicken wings! :-p

OK, For Realz

Alright so I'm back on track with my eating. I'm back to keeping a diet log and having Hot BF looking it over and making changes. I'm back at the gym six days a week. And I'm back down to 143.2.

Current Goal: 135 by my birthday (May 13).

So far this week:
Monday: Ran 3.1 miles
Tuesday: Strength trained my ass off for an hour. Included manging to six reps of one-arm rows at 40lbs. That's the first time I've been able to hit that weight.
Wednesday: Ran 4 miles

Plans:
Thursday: Strength train like a monster again.
Friday: Run 3.1
Saturday: 5K race in the mud (while wearing a costume... don't ask.)
Sunday: Gymnastics seminar

135 135 135 135....

Just keep picturing it.

Whoo Hoo! Two Down!

Despite all my bad eating last weekend I weighed in at 142.2 yesterday! Weeeeeee!

However, despite my attempts to avoid food completely yesterday, my friend whom I haven't seen in forever took me to a southern comfort food place yesterday for dinner and they are my serious weakness. I'm not sure what I am today, but I'll be heading to the gym later for a serious workout.

Only a few more days to my big 10 mile race! Aggggh! I'm so nervous!

St. Paddy's Peer Pressure

Yesterday was a pretty exciting day for me on the scale. I saw 144! I've been trying to get past the 145 mark forever but it always felt so out reach. So, obviously I was elated.

Well, I'm guessing that was short-lived and haven't weighed myself today because of all the St. Paddy's Day celebrating I did last night. It started off good, we went to a really nice restaurant, which was full of temptations such as Belgian frites and mussels with homemade cheese sauce. But I didn't succumb, and I got a blueberry salad. (Totally sucked by the way).

I was feeling pretty proud of myself, until I started drinking. I have no idea how many beers I had last night, but I do know I was still drunk when I went to work at 5:50 this morning. I also vaguely remember sharing a fried fish sandwich with Hot BF on the way home. Don't even want to think about the amount of carbs and fat content of that awesome greasy piece of heaven on bread.

I didn't workout today, too damn tired from work and knowing that I have to be out again tonight. So that probably made things 10x worse. I haven't snacked, and only ate two small meals, but that's definitely not enough to make up for it.

I'm running 7 miles tomorrow, so hopefully that will help.