Peace out, 2009

I hate making resolutions. The only one I've been able to keep has been the fast-food one, and that was kind of lax (not anymore!). Obviously that resolution will continue.

Aside from that I'm just going to stick with setting goals and then making them my bitch. Bam. Seriously though, I have to make sure I'm setting realistic goals. We basically figured out that I have to lose more or less five and a half pounds a month to reach my goal. Sounds easy enough.

Eh, I've had a pretty bad food day (Vietnamese for lunch, Chik-fil-A as per my year-end tradition for dinner), so I'm going to the gym. I was just going to pilates fo today but that's just not going to cut it. Like Helen said, "End the year with a trip to the gym!"

Have a safe New Year's Eve everyone! See you in 2010!

So-So News!

I was going to start off with GOOD NEWS, but its not really good. It's just not bad either. My blood pressure isn't horrible, but I might have to go to an ENT (Ear Nose Throat doc) and maybe get checked out...but that's only if the nasal saline dealy doesn't work.

I know, I lead a glamorous life.

Anyway, making dinner and then heading to the gym. I'm sore as heck from yesterday's pilates but it's worth it. It's worth it. It's worth it. It's worth it. :D

Maybe if I say it enough I'll stop wanting to eat cupcakes.

*puke*

Well, where do I start? Today I woke up with a migraine and I wanted to die. I get them every so often, I think they're a tiny reminder of how badly I've been treating my body these past 24 years and how I should lock it the fuck up. Pardon my French, I suppose. But really, I went back to bed and tried sleeping it off...which I did. At 10:30 a.m., my sister came in my room and was like, "Dude, are you going to work?!" So I finally got up, my migraine having retreated. I got ready for work and had a quick breakfast in the car (banana/peanut butter sammich, yum) and bam. The sonofabitch was back.

I thought it would go away, but it didn't. It just go worse and worse. I went to lunch with my buddy Helen, had me some rustic chicken noodle soup (Central Market! what, what?) and was really no fun (Sorry, Helen).

I don't know about y'all but when I get a migraine, I literally want to spoon my brain out of my skull. I want to sit in a dark room, set at 60 degrees Farenheit. I don't want to look at anyone, I don't want to smell anything, I don't want to hear anything. Ugh. just thinking about it makes me shudder.

Moving on, I had to leave work, mmmmmmmmmostly because I threw up all of my lunch. Anyway, went home, tried napping, failed at it because my Excedrin Migraine has caffeine as an active ingredient, and ended up just laying there. Failing. At. Life.

Oh, I forgot to mention I gained weight during my trip home, I'm back at 268 though. It was probably water weight, I guess. Regardless, I made an appointment with the doctor, finally. The administrative assistant asked what I was going in for: Migraines and constant nosebleeds. "Well, that's never fun." LoL no, its not.

I'm kind of terrified of going. Mostly because I know what he's going to say. UGH. OK, enough griping. Just finished a pilates DVD that kicked my ass, so I'm going to go chill and hydrate. And sulk. Probably the only thing I'm good at right now. :( Dammit, I said no more griping!

Hurts so good

No, John Cougar Mellencamp. Just no. That dude is so wrong. Went back to the gym tonight and I took Vane with me using the day pass I got. Twas fun, except for the whole leg cramp thing.

Funnily enough I have a smaller calf. Yes, I know, no one's even. We all have something bigger or smaller than the other but my left calf is significantly bigger than my right calf. Well you can only tell when I'm sitting down. And only when you stare at it long enough...Sigh. I'm rambling and tired as heck, guess I'll go to bed.

OOH! Before I go! I'm on a bell pepper kick. They're kind of the most delicious things ever.

Back in the game

Ok, so we're back from the Valley. Ate wayyyy too many tamales and mom sent me home with some. Just got back from the grocery store and spent wayyy too much money, but I'm all set for the week. Let's go healthy living!

I even got some more work out pants, just so I don't have the "I have no clean work out clothes" excuse. I'm about to head to bed. Here's to another week of droll work, followed by good times.

I joined a gym!

Planet Fitness is now my new home away from home. Well, at least I'm going to try and make it that way. After an interview with a Spectrum trainer for a story, I went right over to Planet Fitness and signed up for a membership (I'm sorry Spectrum, I just can't afford you right now :( )

Moving on, I signed up, got two Spurs tickets for doing so, a shirt and some passes. It wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. It also didn't hurt that my co-worker Regina goes to the same gym and called me to make sure I was there (Thanks, friend!). We did some warm up on the treadmills and then shimmied over to the ellipticals.

I'm not going to lie, it was a little hard. But it's worth it. Kick-off is two days from now. I'm scared, I'm excited and I need to start setting baby goals so that I can re-evaluate them once their met. Anyway, going home tomorrow. Let's see how good I am at moderating myself around tortillas de harina, bunuelos and tamales. Eek..

The Build Up

The kick-off to living better is Dec. 24 and in light of this I'm weeding out bad habits until then. Let me preface with the fact that I haven't eaten "fast food" since December 2007. But while I haven't eaten McDonald's, Wendy's, Arby's, Chick-fil-A or What-a-burger in almost two years, I have kept eating Church's and Taco's on a infrequentish basis.
So, needless to say, fried chicken and delicious barbacoa tacos I can pick up from a drive-thru window are out starting today. Whatever will I do with myself...Moving on, I'm also cutting out soda. Again. I used to never drink it and now I have one at least twice, maybe three times a week. It makes me bloated and ruins my teeth. So bye, Mr. Coke. So long, Dr. Pepper. Tootle-loo, Sprite. And yes, that includes Diets. Any version.
I'm going grocery shopping when we get back from visiting the parentals for the holidays because I really don't see the point in getting groceries if we're leaving soon.

Keep It Real

Yes, that's the title of a Jonas Brothers song :D Anywhoo, party came and went, used Wednesday to recover and Thursdays now come and gone, too. I need to go to the Rec and clean out the stuff from my locker. I've decided to just go over to the new gym earlier since the Rec is closing for most of the month. I'll let you know how that goes!

Hiatus

I've not been working out lately. I'm just keeping it real. But, basically, I've been swamped with baking for a getogether on Tuesday and I'm currently rocking a migraine. Ugh. I'm smothered in failure gravy.

What I hate about the holidays: Take 2

I spent the day baking and eating horrible things. Going to the gym tomorrow. Ugh, weighing in Wednesday. Sunday, Monday and Tuesday are going to be super fun.

What I hate about the holidays

Tonight, I went to a lovely grown up shindig hosted by one of my editors and I realized something I hate about the holidays: delicious treats everywhere.

Let me walk you through my day: I went to lunch with some coworkers and had delicious Indian food (read: ghee, coconut milk, naan). Later, I went to my friend Erika's for our bi-monthly bake day and we made gingerbread cookies using my fun new Williams Sonoma cookie cutters, and fudge (read: butter, sugar, molasses, chocolate, sweetened condensed milk).

At the party, I had wine, cookies, candies, chocolate covered pecans, crab cakes, phyllo snacks, and God knows what else. Oh, I left out wine. Erika found this amazing Sauvignon Blanc by Cupcake, I had two glasses at Erika's and then bought some for the party and had another glass there. Damn you, moderation!

I'm dead serious. There's a bag of gingerbread men sitting by my coffe table I'm making flirty eyes at. Tomorrow I'm baking at Stef's. I'm making goodies on Sunday for a get-together on Tuesday. How ever am I supposed, not bask in the glory of butter, sugar and flour? I think I need to staple a list of why I want to reach my goal on my forehead. Maybe just have salads while I bake? I obviously don't know or else I wouldn't be in this shape to begin with. Anyway, if anyone has any suggestions on how to not overdose on cookies during the next couple of weeks, let me know. I really don't want to start mainlining powdered sugar.

Yay for sisters

So ever since Vanessa moved up to San Antonio, I've thought more about how she's literally the only sister I have. As the only sisters to each other, we should probably be a little nicer to each other. After I kinda bitched and moaned about her not coming to the rec center with me yesterday, she didn't put up a fuss about coming with me today. Here she is!


And, she did a really good job. Didn't stop once, and she finally stepped on a treadmill. She'd never done that in her life! Yay for new things, and for work out buddies! It really is easier when you have someone there.

I'll be baking with my buddy Erika tomorrow! I'll likely go to the rec early and get a work out in. Happy Fridays! Oh, and I've decided to make Wednesdays my weigh in day. This should be fun.

Baby Steps

I went back to the Rec Center last night. It took a while to get back into the groove of things but I ended up working out for about 40 minutes. I'll eventually have to find another gym, especially over the winter break when they'll be closed from Dec. 21-Jan.3, which is nonsense, really. I'll be looking into Planet Fitness, it's $10 a month and I've heard many good things.

Moving on, I started compiling a list of reasons why I want to reach my goal. Health, of course, is at the top of the list, mostly because the consequences I've have to deal with because of my weight: Breathing problems, a busted right knee, constant ankle pain, high blood pressure, etc.

Let's not forget the alarming increase in obesity-related cancers (breast, pancreatic, colorectal, kidney). None of these sound like a fun time. I hate to think that I'm scaring myself into working out, but keeping up with a sedentary lifestyle would get me nowhere (quite literally) except maybe a hospital room.

I'm hopping on my Wii fitness in a few minutes, it'll probably tell me something snarky about how I didnt keep up with my last program. Thankfully, my Wii trainer isn't Jillian Michaels :D Well, not yet.

I get by with a little help from my friends...

Since I can't get myself to write this on Facebook, where I usually spend most of my day, I've decided to continue my blog.

Now, when I first started, I had no idea what to write about. Should I focus on my passion for cooking, food (anything ingestible, really) or should I concentrate my efforts on my journey (yes, I said journey) toward finding out who I am without the layers I've put on myself throughout the last 24 years?

I'm going with both. I'm going to figure out how to remain a foodie (and, no, foodie is not a bad word) and get to my goal weight. Let me break it down for you: I'll basically use my knowledge as a foodie, to get in shape. I'm upping the ante–I actually have a goal in mind.

I want to be under 200 pounds by my 25th birthday. I'd like to eventually (read: within two years) reach a BMI of 29 (I'm currently sitting at 47, that's morbidly obese, folks.) I should have prefaced that I want to be as open about my work as I can be. I want to be held accountable for what I'm doing. With that being said, I'm currently 268 pounds and my goal weight is 163. That's 105 pounds of damage, neglect and emotional eating that I need to atone for.

And, I'd really like your help. I can only go so far with science and math, knowing what to eat and what not to eat, how long I should work out...you get the idea. I want a support group that will hold me accountable for not working out or not eating right. But mostly, I want a group that will help me be able to support myself in the long run. And, if you're going through a similar journey, I'd like to be there for you, as well. Let's workout together–let's make healthy happen.

I'll stop before this gets any cheesier, and you're a trooper if you've made it this far. Stay tuned for more posts/photos, and maybe the occasional video. Ciao!

My cups are too big

When has that ever been a problem? For my first foray into what I have decided will be a culinary adventure of sorts, I made cupcakes. Two batches: Vanilla and Devil's Food with Rich Chocolate Glaze. I ran out to Heeb to get some supplies (liners, heavy cream, BUTTER!) and ended up grabbing --I kid you not--Texas-Size cupcake liners....


No biggie...I just ended up with muffin-size cupcakes. I'm taking them to work tomorrow/feeding them to some buds, hopefully, the cupcakes turned out OK.

And so it begins...

Seeing as though I had a journal since I was 12, it's only fitting that I (finally) make the leap on to the blogosphere. Bear with me though, I have no clue what I really want to write about, which passion I'd like to share with you good folks. I'm giving it a day or two to sort it out. Stay tuned. But I do have the perfect sign off (courtesy of Oscar "Prove It" Gonzalez),
Write in so I can make it juicy for ya.