Category: Skinny Bitch or Bust

Lifestyle Change Confessional


Friday, March 27th, 2009

Forgive me Father, for I have not gymed.   It’s been 3 years since I stepped foot in an exercise facility or intentionally partook in an aerobic activity.

My exercise DVDs have become a dust bunny refuge.   I have not Masala Bhangra’d.  I have not Cardio Yoga’d.  Hell, I even came thisclose to buying a Total Gym the other day.  (Freakin’ Chuck Norris and his hypnotic infomercials.)

But I can report that I’ve managed to modify my diet in a more healthful way.  As a result, I’ve lost….

(Drum Roll)

15 lbs!  When I announced my lifestyle change, I thought I was 145.  Turns out I was 148.  That brings me down to 133.

I’ve noticed some of my clothes fitting looser, but it didn’t hit me until  I tried on my formalwear stash.  I have three evening dresses for special occassions.  When I had a wedding to attend and couldn’t zip any of them in November, I rushed out to buy a mumutastic dress.  I have another wedding on Sunday and can fit back into all three. Wahoo!

So it’s 15 dow – 13 to go!   If I haven’t screwed the lightbulb or downward dogged by this time next week, I’m going to have to ground myself.

Office Tempation


Thursday, February 5th, 2009

I went to Whole Foods after work in search of some healthy hot dogs. I know, oxymoronic right? But I found the Eat This Not That 125 Best Grocery Store Foods and decided to give it a try.

On the lifestyle change front, I’ve resorted to Lose It!, an iPhone app that tracks daily caloric intake. I didn’t think I was eating enough during the day, which can be just as bad for weight loss as overeating.

Turns out, I was right. I’m the worst about forgetting to eat 4 times during work. If the morning’s busy, I’ll work straight through my breakfast and snack. I always stay in for lunch, which means I stare down an unappealing can of black beans more often than not. Eating healthy is a bitch like that. It was so much easier to say “Yeah, I’ll take Chicken McNuggets” or “Sure, I’d love something from Chik-fil-a!” when a lunch-bound coworker asked if I wanted anything.

If I haven’t eaten by 3:00pm, my hunger headache sets in and I crawl toward Jell-O cups or hummus. So I’m making a bigger effort to stock my office kitchen. This week, I have grapefruit, lentils, lean turkey, pitas, blueberries, bell peppers, hard-boiled eggs, almond milk and steel cut oats.

Someone else decided to stock up, too:

Grrrr

Flavor of Love


Wednesday, January 14th, 2009

 

After  the fiance made some awesome kafta this week, I decided I would cook dinner tonight.

I sauteed garlic, shallots, jalapenos and green peppers before adding them to ground beef seasoned with Penzey’s Cajun Seasoning and a lil more paprika.

I’m a little heavy-handed with spice jars, so I was afraid it would have way too much heat.

My fears were soon put to rest when I  realized I’d cooked all the flavor out of the burgers.  How I did that is beyond me.

And, yet,the hubs-to-be ate  it anyway.  That’s love.

It’s a good thing the 3 cookbooks I ordered arrived today.

Never say die(t)…


Sunday, January 4th, 2009

So tomorrow marks the first day of my diet… uh, of what my coworker calls a “lifestyle change.” She’s down 3 pants sizes in 6 months, so YAY “lifestyle change.”

I’ve stockpiled Old Navy short chick yoga pants, banished all Christmas candy, purchased Beach-friendly food and ordered two Bollywood-esque exercise dvds.

Yes, Bollywood.

A couple years back, Sarina Jain caught my eye. I was flipping through Saturday morning tv when I saw this energetic Indian woman dancing barefoot with scarves. I sprang from my bed and attempted to dance along. Easy enough right? My covers were still warm when I called it quits.

Here, try it for yourself:

I’m not exactly the picture of grace when it comes to following specific dance steps. I’m more of a freestyle cabbage patch-disco point-disco point-grocery cart bootie shaker. If repetitive steps are involved, game over. Oh, and a partner dance? HA!

It’s not that I lack rhythm -it’s that I overthink; I can dance if I don’t think about dancing. Otherwise, I double-guess instead of two-step. Egos get crushed. Toes get smooshed. It’s not pretty.

But I’m not much of an exerciser – I was always skinny (wishing I could slap 19-year old me), so I never got into traditional workouts. I figure Bollycise is a good start. And if I don’t shed saddlebags dancing, then I’ll tighten abs while laughing at myself. It’s a win-win situation.

Thanks to Amazon Prime (gush), my videos will be here Wednesday. Wish me (and my ligaments) luck!