10 Pounds Lost

Normally when I disappear from the blogging world, it typically means that I'm not behaving myself (eating poorly and not exercising). Well, that's not the case right now. I just didn't feel like I had anything too exciting to talk about....until today!

Several days ago, I hit the 10 lb mark. I didn't want to say anything right away because I wanted to make sure that I had really lost 10lbs (i.e. it was a "true" weightloss, not just a fluke with losing water weight that would be back in another day or two). Well, I just stepped off the scale and I'm happy to say that I have officially lost 10 lbs!

So, what have I been doing different? I think I might have mentioned several weeks ago that I was giving up soda. I'm not giving it up completely and will allow myself to have one on special occassions. Well, after I gave up soda, I started drinking a lot of juice. Considering how much sugar is in juice, this was just as damaging as drinking soda, so I had to slowly break myself of that habit. Actually, it wasn't that hard. If you don't want to be tempted by something, then don't surround yourself by it. So, I simply stopped buying juice. Well, that left me with a problem; what do I drink? Well, duh. The obvious answer would be water, but there's one little problem. I HATE the tap water at my apartment. It is beyond nasty and you definitely have to choke it down. So, as much as I hate to admit it, I have become a fan of bottled water. And oddly enough, since I started this love affair with bottled water, I have only had maybe one craving for soda and maybe two or three cravings for juice. What a relief!

I continue to truck along with P90X. I actually find some of the workouts fun. Yes, I said FUN! The only one that holds me back is the plyometrics. I have a feeling that I would be having a blast with this workout, but living in a second floor apartment, I always feel extremely guilty for jumping around on the floor at 4:45 in the morning. I can only hope that my neighbors don't sleep out in the living room. Atleast I haven't had any noise complaints yet! Yesterday, I did Kenpo which is a form of karate. Holy smokes. You know those hidden muscles that very rarely seem to come out? Yep, I found a few new ones yesterday. My whole back is screaming and yelling at me. Not to mention, I still haven't recovered from my legs & back workout from Friday, so I'm just sore all over! Oh well, I'll definitely take the soreness. It's a reminder of what I'm working towards.

The Good, The Bad, And The Double Ugly

Well, while I had a fun weekend (The good) , I didn't have a very productive weekend (The Bad). My mom got up here Friday night and I had a wonderful, yet not so healthy meal of prime rib, potatoes and dessert (The Ugly). I managed to behave myself and not completely over indulge...then came Saturday. It started off well enough, but then we discovered a new Chinese buffet for lunch, and then for dinner, I decided to try out a new philly cheesesteak recipe I had found (The Double Ugly). Wow...talk about bad for you food overload all combined with not working out (We did go on a very long walk Friday night though). However, the scale wasn't too mean to me this morning...Only about 1/2 lbs increase.

So, to counteract all the badness from the weekend, I'm adding an extra cardio workout Monday through Wednesday. In P90X, they actually call this Doubles, so I'm really not even straying from the program. Hopefully this will knock me down a pound or two by my weigh-in. One of my goals was to lose every week, even if it was a small amount.

I forgot to mention another goal of mine. I plan on doing two rounds of P90X. And I just realized the coolest thing ever. My round 2 of P90X will end on November 6th; the same exact day we leave for Jamaica! Back to the goal...right now I'm doing wimpy girl push-ups (using my knees). By the end of round 2, I want to be able to crank out 100 REAL PUSH-UPS. I really don't think that it's too far of a stretch. When in shape, I tend to be very strong in the upper-body, which isn't the norm for females. I think it will be a fun, yet hard goal to work towards.

Tired Kayla = Cranky Kayla

Yesterday started off well enough. I made the usual wakeup call to Jason, struggled to get out of bed, and finished workout #3 of P90X (arms & back). The workout went great. Infact, so far, it's been my favorite! Probably because it didn't involve massive amounts of pushups.

Well, for some odd reason, the good day just went away and the bad mood set in. I was tired, cranky, and just wanted to go home and sleep. You get one "free class" for the weightloss challenge (meaning you don't have to pay money into the pot) per weight loss challenge, and I figured last night would have been a good night to use my class. Jason didn't agree. In the middle of my whining and crying tirade he told me, in a very firm voice that, "You're going to class." It was one of those voices where I knew it wasn't up for argument. So, I did what all mature 28 year old women do; whined and cried and said "why can't you just be nice and supportive?" Well, thankfully the 2 year old tantrum didn't last too long and then I realized he was being supportive. He gave me the support I needed to get my butt in gear and get to class.

Ok, now that I told you about my immature tendencies, let me share the good news! I was the winner of the week (lost the most weight)! Woohoo!!!! Since last Wednesday, I had lost a total of 4.6 lbs. The weightloss challenge only has 3 more weeks, so I really need to kick it into high gear and not get sidetracked!

Push-ups = Pain

I have done my fair share of complaining about the military. Mainly just complaining about switched leave dates, or having a weekend pass take way to long (in my opinion) to be approved, or just not being to see my hubby in general. Well, I found another thing to complain about when it comes to the military: MILITARY PUSH-UPS. If I had to choose one word to describe them, it would be sucky, or maybe awful? Painful comes to mind. Difficult, nearly impossible, insane, crazy, out of your mind...ok, that was obviously more than one word, but you get the point. The only thing worse than doing military push-ups over and over is tossing in reps of diamond push-ups...OUCH...but they must be working, because once again, little forgotten muscles are yelling at me again!

Present On My Doorstep

I got home from work today and found a little present on my doorstep. Actually, it's more like torture in a box. I had mentioned that P90 just wasn't challenging enough, so I bit the bullet and bought P90X (the X standing for Extreme)...and wow, not to sound cheesy like those infomercials that I love so much, but that first workout WAS extreme. The total workout lasted 52 minutesworking the back and chest. Do you know what that means? That means I spent the last 52 minutes doing pushups and lifting. Yeah, that's right...52 minutes of doing nothing but working on my upperbody. And this is coming from the girl that's excited to do 15 pushups in a row. Considering I had 52 minutes to fill, that meant I did 15 pushups in a row, over and over again. I've never been so scared in my life to wonder how bad I'm going to hurt tomorrow. I have a feeling the pain might be bad, but that's ok. I was actually excited when I finished this workout. Finishing and knowing that I literally just got my butt kicked felt good. It sure beats finishing a workout and feeling like you really didn't work that hard.

Now I'm going to head on over to the shower. I'll be shocked if I can actually raise my arms high enough to wash my hair. Wish me luck!

Lazy Weekend

Last Thursday I woke up feeling like I hadn't slept in days. Literally all day long I had that drowsy feeling where you feel like there are 100 lb weights on your eye lids. It was brutal. I should have known something was up because the next day I woke up feeling like my entire throat had been scratched raw. Yeah, it was pleasant. A trip to the doctor and a bottle of pills later, I went home and crashed.

Saturday was a bit more pleasant. My sister came up for a weekend of fun, and beings I was feeling better, we went out for a morning of shopping. I ended up finding the deal of the day: A $5 honeymoon dress. YAY!

Sunday, however, was a different story. I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a freight train. Pounding head, achy body, slighty chills...it was a party...NOT! I managed to get out of bed and cook pancakes for my sister (I may or may not have sample a pancake or two). After consuming the pancakes, I promptly passed out on my fluffy purple chairs for 1 1/2 hours. I know it was 1 1/2 hours because that is approximately how long Sweet Home Alabama is, which was the chosen movie for the lazy morning. Crashing on the chair was my theme for the day. If it wasn't the chair, it was the couch. If it wasn't the couch, it was the bed. And if it wasn't the bed, it was the shower (trying to get warm and get rid of the chills).

Needless to say, there was not a whole lot of exercising going on. And even though I ate my "I don't feel good feelings" this weekend, there really wasn't any damage this morning on the scale. However, I'm afraid it's one of those scale tricks where one day it's nice to you, but there really was a glitch in the system because the next day you magically gained 2 lbs....Lame... We shall see.