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I’m posting this on Christmas Eve because I’m trying to remind myself not to overindulgeor overdo it this weekend or next. I tend to overindulge and then try to work my butt off to make up for it. That doesn’t work. Years of my crap eating and thinking are finally catching up to me.

Remember that time a few weeks back that I posted about starting this badass workout routine? This one that promised that I’d get super ripped and awesome?

I’ve gained a pound. I took their suggested days off (it’s written for beginners to fitness) and I spent the first week eating way more than normal because my brain hadn’t got the memo that I’m building muscle and trying to shed fat. This week I took MY days off (ie. 1 day) and on the off days from this program I’ve been running or doing some other cardio activity since we haven’t hit the cardio portion of this program yet.

It’s a 16 week program and I’m on week 3. I’m not seeing the results I want, and I think it’s because I’ve been ignoring their diet plan. I pretty much do their diet plan anyway, except I have a sugar problem. It’s like crack. And this time of year is even worse.

And I quit doing cardio because it doesn’t prescribe it. I need to add this back in — even if it’s 30 minutes easy after lifting. It’s better than nothing and will get my muscles loosened back up.

Also, I have a bad habit of eating super late. For instance: It’s almost 8 PM (yes I wrote this on the 20th and scheduled it ahead for Saturday) and I haven’t had dinner. Whoops.

That being said, the purpose of this post is to remind myself that my stomach isn’t a garbage can. This is important. I need to go back to being a food snob. If it’s not incredible, do not eat it. And I need to remember that, for now, since I’m trying to mold my body a certain way, food is fuel. Which really, that’s what it should be anyway.

However, I will have a few treats. Just not the mountains of peanut clusters (sorry mom) I normally have.

Also? I promised I wouldn’t blog about this here. So since I broke that promise, I’ll give you all my 3 week progress photos. I will tell you that they don’t look any different than when I started. I swear. The highlight of this? One: Tuesdays and Thursdays I lift when the wrestling team does AAAAND I have moved past the girlie weights to the men’s weights (the free dumbells — the girlie ones max out at 20 lbs).

And for those of you who haven’t realized I have no filter, yes these are polka dot underwear. I could have put on a bikini, but it actually covers LESS so I kept my underwear on. I did cut out my face in case these get distributed on the internets. I don’t have to own up to them.

[okay, i lied. my arms are much more awesome than ever]

Also … I noticed that my right side of my abs is FAR fitter than my left side. I wonder why that is and if it has to do with the fact that I have a somewhat bum leg on my left side? Either way, this is noted and I’m going to try to work on that.

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For those of you who don’t know, I recently went through kind of a rough patch.  During that time, most of my healthy lifestyle and habits went out the window.  I was eating pizza and ice cream on a semi-daily basis.  But magically, I was losing weight.

Something was up.  I don’t know what, but whatever it was finally caught up to me.

So 10 pounds that I shed during that time have crept back up on me in a very unflattering manner.  The weight I lost was mostly muscle.  Let’s just say it didn’t come back in that form.

Here’s where most of my readers (all 5 of you?) groan.  Well, you  know what? I like to look a certain way, and dammit, I know if I work at it, I can get there. I’ve been there. I worked HARD to get there.  I’ve been lazy.  I need to quit being lazy.  Despite what you may think, you don’t get this body for free.  I was damn lucky to have maintained it the past few months, but my luck is beginning to run out.

It begins today.

I’m getting my ass out of bed and working out in the morning. I’m starting with Jillian Michaels’ 30 Day Shred.  It’s painfully hard.  Even for somebody who’s in as good of shape as me (haha, which isn’t as good as you would think actually).

I’m going to bring the DVD, my weights and mat home with me when I go for Thanksgiving.  I’ve got an elliptical at home and some of my old favorite running routes live on the gravels back there.  Turkey, do your worst.  I’m ready.

Today was day one.  I was GOING to get up and run.  But it decided to thunderstorm.  I remembered that Jillian was waiting for me in my living room.  So, I hung with her for 20 minutes.  To me, that’s not a good enough workout. So, I’m probably going to hit the gym over lunch today. And by probably, I mean I AM going to hit the gym.

Also, I’m burning P90X from my work computer and taking it home with me.  I need an ass-kicking workout. I want to be ripped again.

Here’s my inspiration …

Lolo and Jillian.  Yes, I found a picture where Jillian looks BEAUTIFUL and less like a man (I think she’s gorgeous anyway, but I’ve heard other people say otherwise).

Anyway.  I’m uncomfortable where I’m at right now and that needs to change. I’m afraid I’m going to continue packing it on like I did last year, and I don’t want to get to that point again. I saw the magic number on the scale last month. I want to see it again.  And I want it to stay there.  But I want to do it the right way, not the wrong way.

I also realize that means I’m going to have to cut out a LOT of the crap I’ve been eating lately (sorry, no more beer and Fong’s Pizza for me).  Sushi can stay (thank god).  Fortunately, I’ve fallen in love with some healthy food (arugula, tomatoes, cottage cheese, beets, etc) over the years, so I should be able to get back into the swing of things.  I just have to watch myself.  And THINK before I eat.  THINKING is the biggest part of holiday weight gain for most people, or I should say lack thereof. I’m vowing to think before I eat this year.  For real this time. Food is fuel.  I need to think like an athlete again.  Hopefully I can get strong enough to do my half marathon in April this year.  But I have to start somewhere, and it begins now.

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