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Oct 10

I’m wondering if Houston is also in charge of bitches on diet - if so:

“HOUSTON, we have a problem!”

If not… listen to the report of a desperate bitch on a diet anyway:

There’s only one way to describe last week’s weightloss developing:

*thumbs-down* Sh!tty SH!TTY S-H-!-T! *thumbs-down*

The “woman thingy” I didn’t miss a single second during pregancy returned for the third time.   *grrrr*
Besides that I suffered from a bad migraine which caused sickness  which caused ongoing headache which caused the loss of my mojo.  *sad*

Shame on me! I have to report zero seconds of exercise during last week. Instead of reaching my goal of 3x 30 crunches I did zero. Wii-lly will be totally p!ssed off b/c I spent zero seconds with him. *shock*
I wish I could report zero diet sins also, but the fact that I see zero packs of  “Cookies & Cream” ice-cream in the fridge tell us I must have had at least… let’s say “some”.  *burp*

I guess it’s not too surprising I found zero inspiration although I tried. *ghost*

However, there’s another amount of zero I can throw into this post after meeting Mr Scale:

+/- 0 pounds

Not too surprising, either, since I spent due to nausea lots of time *here*.

If anybody out there found my mojo somewhere please email it to: “small version of me” (lilsanni) (at) “google mail” (gmail) (dot) com. Thanks in advance.

And now…
… our moment of Homer J.:

Homer: [drunk] Look, the thing about my family is there’s five of us. Marge, Bart, Girl Bart, the one who doesn’t talk, and the fat guy. How I loathe him.

Oct 3

For week #4 our fellow strong a$$ woman Christie challenged us to “push it”. No, no… “Push it” does not mean the door of my fridge, while my head’s still inside, lurking for a late night snack. *wink*
We all know I don’t do such nasty things. Okay, I lurked inside once… last night. A snack attack caused by a pms-y hormone crash. I’m glad to report I didn’t find anything after my gusto.

Back to the challenge: During our workouts this week we were challenged to, at least once, venture out of our comfort zones and push our limit.

I planned to push my limit on how long I run, but the cr*appy weather in my part of the world threw a monkey wrench into this plan… not only that I didn’t run longer or faster… no, I didn’t even run - not a single mile. Whenever I had time to run, in other words: whenever the double trouble was sleeping, it’s been raining cats and dogs here. Even Jersey didn’t want to go out for a walk. She was the one who pulled us back into the house after she *insert dog poop here*. The only option I had was to extend my indoor workout - and that’s where I had my fabulous “push it” moment:

I usually do 3 x 20 sit-ups, which is pretty lame regarding to the amount I did before I got pregnant again. However, normally #20 is the one which makes me think: “One more will make me cry or puke or simply die.” The challenge brought the best out of my non-existing abdominals. I did 3 x 25, every single day (=105 additional sit ups this week). I did not cry. I did not puke - and the fact I’m still typing shows I’m not dead. Okay, I beg you… please don’t make me laugh. My sour muscles might kill me, but the pain is worthy. Today in the morning I put a pair of jeans on, which still didn’t fit last week. This morning I was able to close all buttons.

We’re having a day off today. It’s German Unification Day. Guess what I will wear today, beaming with pride, when going for a walk in the woods with the family!

The upcoming week I’ll try 3 x 30 a day.

I’ve had a date with my worst enemy on Tuesday. Mr Scale reported a loss of 2.5 pounds so far, but I’m pretty sure I picked some up again. As I mentioned before I am pms-y… it’s just a matter of time. Enough said.  I’ll be stepping on that scale now:

- 1.5 pounds

Looks like I found a pound somewhere since last Tuesday, but who cares? There will be always ups and downs. It’s the total loss that counts, right?

And now…
… our moment of Homer J.:

Homer: [drunk] Look, the thing about my family is there’s five of us. Marge, Bart, Girl Bart, the one who doesn’t talk, and the fat guy. How I loathe him.

Sep 26

Our wonderful host Christie, the awesome writer and fellow strong a$$ woman has challenged us to do a photo survey, taking photos of

  1. Someone or something that inspires us.
  2. Something that we love to do.
  3. Something that makes us crazy.
  4. Something healthy in our lifes.

There are a lot of inspiring people in my life, like Frank, Luis and Lily. The hubs deserves a strong a$$ woman (with a behind hotter than hell) and the kids deserved a healthy and hot momma. :-)
The other family member, our dog Jersey, deserves a human mommy who’s able to take her out for a 5k run.
How about myself? I have beaten my weaker self up and won the weightloss fight after I gave birth to Luis 2.5 years ago. I can win again. I will win again. I deserve to feel good again. My former self-esteem is my biggest inspiration.

Something I love to do… well, there are tons of things I love to do, like playing with my kids, listening to music, dancing, blogging. The possibilities are killing me.

Although consider myself being a calm and balanced person, there are a few things that make me crazy… like those half-blind grampas, who still got a driver’s licence and a car, not afraid to use both - or any kind of malodor.  I eat lots of veggies and fruits in these days. The smell of sauerkraut “afterwards” came to my mind, but since I haven’t had any sauerkraut lately and I’m not sure the Rebel will capture that smell *g* I dumped this thought. Have you ever tried to snap a photo of malodor?

The possibilities for “something healthy” seem to be endless, too, but I guess I found a good example.

Now let’s see:

  1. Someone or something that inspires me: Speaking of my former self-esteem brings me to one of the alltime-favorites, currently hibernating in my closet: My skin-tight leather jacket which comes with a matching leather trouser. I always felt very comfy wearing that. My inspiration is to fit in there again. Soon.
  2. Something that I love to do: Focusing on the weightloss project my choice is the wii fit. I start with yoga (favorite position: standing knee, I s*ck big time at the tree position), go on with the strength training (favorite excercise: torso and waist twists), followed by aerobics (favorites: rhythm boxing, hula hoop, step aerobics) and the balance games (favorites: table tilt, zazen, ski jump -  bummer: snowboard slalom, hitting footballs). Please note that I use the German set-up, therefore I don’t know if I used the correct game names.
  3. Something that makes me crazy: I don’t have a sweet tooth… unless I’m pms-y, pregnant or on a diet. I could shovel tons of sweets into my mouth right now, followed by chips, fat stuff and sweets again. Since I’m neither pms-y nor pregnant I must be on a diet.
  4. Something healthy in my life: Fruits. I eat lots of fresh fruits… instead of the mentioned sweets.

So far so good. This week has been mostly sin-free. We’ve been eating out at my favorite Greek restaurant last Sunday, lots of bad meat involved. I tried to balance that day with a fruit day on Monday. Hopefully it work. Let’s go upstairs and meet my worst enemy step on that damn the scale to see.

- 2.5 pounds

Anybody out there who minds to hear me scream “Hooray”? Beware, I will scream anyway:

“HOOOOOOORAAAAAAAAY!”

Before you leave I’d love to hear your answers to the for questions in the comment section. :-)

And now…
… our moment of Homer J.:

Homer: [drunk] Look, the thing about my family is there’s five of us. Marge, Bart, Girl Bart, the one who doesn’t talk, and the fat guy. How I loathe him.

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