Starting Monday…a journey to the finish…

Are we sensing a theme here?  I’m at work, and frankly, don’t feel like doing any.  Surprise surprise.

I stepped on the scale at 6am again.  262.  Yesterday was 265.8.  Tuesday was 272.  Can’t really complain about 10lbs in 3 days.  Granted it’s all water weight, but just to see that scale go down…it’s encouraging.  Before I stepped on, again I had the inner battle of “do I stay in my warm bed and keep hitting the snooze, or do I just suck it up and go to the gym?”  After seeing those #’s go down, I had to go with the obvious choice.  Duh.

We’re now at day 3, no cigarettes.  I almost faltered last night…almost.  I was bringing some clean glasses back down to the bar in our basement, and as I was peering underneath the first bar shelf, I found an entire pack of my brother’s cigarettes just sitting there.  They were calling my name…”Kelly…smoke me.  Just one…it won’t hurt ya.  You don’t have to tell anybody.”  I picked them up…held them up to my nose and smelled them.  I glanced at the lighter sitting just inches from my hand.  I set them down, said no, and walked away.  3 days, no cigarettes.  Yay.

Just wanted to give you a quick update…unfotunately my work isn’t going to do itself.

Damn.

Happy Thursday!

I didn’t want to escape from the warm comfort of my bed this morning…not for anything in the world.  I woke up at 6am…and it was like…maybe 12 degrees out.  I used the bathroom…stepped on the scale (as I will be doing every morning…no more surprises after not stepping on after a week)…and the scale was down 7lbs since yesterday.  The moral of that story….only step on first thing in the morning…naked, and after your morning whiz.  (Sorry…but what better way to say it, ya know?)

I walked back upstairs to my room…looked at my bed…and almost convinced myself to climb back in…

BUT I DIDN’T.  I froze my ass off driving to the gym…but I made it there.  It was a slow start…I haven’t worked out in almost 2 weeks…but I made it through about 35 minutes of lifting…and I tried to work at 30 second intervals like I used to at Curves…to keep my heart rate up.  I was pretty sweaty when I finished…and finally felt good.

So, here I am back at work…sipping my green tea (I’m going to try and quit coffee too…just because coffee and cigarettes always went hand in hand for me.)  And…as far as smoking goes…I’m still on the wagon. 

Yay.

 Alright folks…there’s work to be done.

Damn.

Happy January 2nd.

January 1st, 2008. Damn…it couldn’t have taken longer to arrive, I swear. I spent the last 2 weeks inflicting to much calorie, alcohol and nicotine based damage upon myself that it was no surprise to step on the scale today and see 272. Yeah, two hundred and seventy two fucking pounds. Wasn’t she just 254 like 2 weeks ago, you ask? Yup. Talk about taking things to extremes. But, what can I do? I stayed on plan today. I drank…well, not nearly as much water as is my goal, but I got at least 64oz in. No exercise…I’ll be honest…I was way too hungover. But on a positive note, no cigarettes. And it was tough, believe me. I spent New Years at the bf’s place out in Indiana….and had to make the 65mile trek home without cigarettes. It was weird….I didn’t know what to do with myself. I’m happy though. I thought I’d gave on the first day. But I didn’t. Yay.

I’m gonna hit the gym tomorrow morning before work…first time in 2 weeks…stay on plan…go for day 2 without a cigarette…and just try and have a good day. Oh…and I’ll be stepping on the scale first thing in the morning. I guarantee it’ll show 4lbs less than today…since I weighed in at 8pm. (Every little mind trick like that helps.)

Goodnight!