Back in black (pants)

This morning, I did a happy dance.

Sure, I was glad that I did my obligatory 2o minutes on my trusty Air Climber, plus did some arm work and crunches.

Sure, I was glad to see that I lost a pound over the weekend, as we know weekends have been the downfall to my Good-Girl-During-The-Week dieting. But this past weekend, I stayed mindful of what I ate and was happy to see that pay off on the scale.

But no, my happy dance came at a time when things have been pretty miserable for me the past few months, that horrid part of the morning called Time To Find Something To Wear To Work. 

Usually, it’s a part of the day I just feel really, really bad about myself because I’m surrounded by all these clothes hanging in my closet that I can’t wear, but today, I thought I’d just give my formerly favorite black pants a try. Just to see how long before I’m back in them.

Well, I’m back in them. Maybe six or eight months too late, but I’m back!
In fact, I can’t even remember the last time I wore them, but they sure did feel good.

If that’s not stick-with-it inspiration, I don’t know what is.


Calendar girl

Today, I took a look at my exercise log book, one of the datebooks I pilfer from my local Hallmark shop this time every year.

I was shocked to see that of the past 20 days since I’ve been “back in the saddle” of exercising for the umpteenth time, I’ve exercised 17 of those days.

Well, I guess I shouldn’t be too shocked, I guess. I was the one getting up at 6:10 a.m. every weekday morning to exercise. I was the one being really diligent about watching what I ate (save some weekend slip-ups that I really must get better at).

They say that it takes two weeks to create a habit, or something like that.
Whoever “they” are, I know not, but I presume “they” are the kind of people who never succumb to a grocery-store Tandy Cake knockoff or two pineapple upside down cake martinis or eating a lot of carbs. “They” are also probably the kind of people who aren’t sweating profusely after just 20 minutes of stepping and have washboard abs I can only dream about, but I digress.

I say I’m well on my way to breaking out of my bad habits and starting some really good ones … finally. Can’t wait to watch November’s calendar fill up with some of them.


Chip off the old block

It’s been three and a half months since I last wrote.
That makes me a terrible person.
A terrible person who’s wasted a lot of time when she should have been taking care of herself, when she should have been getting in shape.

But alas, I did not. And alas the scale’s done nothing but go up over the past several months – but not these past two weeks.

These past two weeks it’s gone down. By four pounds – not a lot, but enough to make me feel proud of myself – finally.

Two weeks ago, I finally got my shit together. I went back to MyFitnessPal, started getting up at 6:10 a.m. every day to use my Air Climber, do yoga, Pilates or walk, began watching what I eat in earnest and found myself starting to feel better. At last.

The biggest challenge has been eating, natch, but I have been doing OK during the week, but kind of blowing it come weekends because the family’s here, which means it’s a happy time in these parts. But this weekend, I did well – I stayed mindful of what I ate and stuck with MFP.

And today, I took to the oven, a contraption that is still quite foreign to me.
In June, I received “My Father’s Daughter,” the cookbook by Gwyneth Paltrow, for my birthday. I’ve thumbed through it ever since, enjoying her little lead ins to each recipe and how effortless she made it, though I know there are many recipes in the book I will never even attempt.

But the kale chips, those were easy.

Gwyneth makes the chips – nothing more than a big bunch of kale with stems removed, tossed with olive oil and dusted with some sea salt and baked for 12-15 minutes – and said that her kids gobble them up like real chips.

As a lover of the salty/crunchy bad-for-diet taters, I decided to give kale trips a whirl and was surprised how easy they were to make – and eat when they were done.
Though I did over salt just a smidge, whoops.

The best part?
I thought I was eating something bad because they were so crunchy and good, but I sure wasn’t! I’m a convert!

Kale chips, my first attempt at one of Gwyneth Paltrow’s recipes.