It has been a busy but good week - I feel much more capable of leaving the house with 2 kids, which is a great and powerful feeling.
This week I have started teaching on two new classes and jumped on the weight loss wagon. I hate it. Food is totally my vice. After a bad run-in with C, all I want is a big squishy doughnut. But I have to start now.
Weight loss brings out my whiny side, because I want instant results for something that is so hard. I have resisted tons of temptation for the past 4 days, exercised on 3 of those days, and so far the scale says I have actually gained 3 and a half pounds. ???? I know that weight loss is a "long haul" kind of prospect, so I will just keep soldiering on, but part of me wishes there were some other person to be mad at. But I put on the weight, and now I have to take it off. I might chronicle the process as it slowly comes off. (Hopefully anyway). Right now I am 45 pounds from my goal. Man, that looks ugly all typed out in real words. But there it is. Here is what I have done so far:
-No carb fests
-As little simple carbs as possible
-No eating after 7pm
-Enough protein as top priority
-Walking for 30+ minutes on most days
-Lots of water
Other than that, it is hard to keep track of exactly what I eat and when, but I am trying to just make the best choice I can within a given situation.
Still waiting for that "breastfeeding helps you lose weight" thing to kick in. So far I think it's a myth.