Fitness Friday

In the previous post I mentioned that I had lost a lot of weight (a LONG time ago) and I was doing a lot of things to contribute to that weight loss, but the one thing the stuck out the most was I drank A LOT of water.

Drinking Water?  We all hear it over and over again, it almost sounds redundant.  It is the one thing that I am not doing. Light bulbs flashing off in my head to the point of a near blind epiphany.  I haven’t been drinking water.  No really, NO water.  I have been drinking lots of diet rite and coffee, but no water.

This is partly because I wasn’t liking the taste of water with our old filter, but we fixed that so there is no excuse. But also because I have totally gotten out of the habit.

Its a recipe for total disaster:  Zero water intake, tons of coffee (a natural diuretic).  I am totally dehydrated and have been for the past few years.  One thing that started back then, when I start gaining my weight back, I quit drinking sufficient amounts of water.

You know what else happened back then?  Insatiable, desperate cravings for food, for sweets.  If I ever had a craving before it was for a little bit of salty foods.  But nothing like this.

Why has it taking me so long to figure this out?  Hmm could be a lack of sleep, but that is for another post.

Here is an excellent article by Donna Gates, see if those symptoms don’t’ sound familiar.

So my one and only task for right now, get in the habit of drinking enough water.  Sounds like a lot but between 64 to 160 ounces (for my weight) a day.

Fitness Friday or the lack there of…

Well I am trying to write a Fitness Friday post for my girl Julie, I just love her.  But not feeling like I am a good example at all.

I lost a lot of weight back in 2000 but after my pops died, I just didn’t care anymore and let it all come back on.  In fact, seemed like I was purposely not caring for myself and putting it all back on.

Well now I am a whole lot of woman.  I am sweet, smart and full of charisma, but that doesn’t help me get motivated.  Fact is I can’t go past two weeks on plans I make for myself.

Excuses!  I always have an excuse.  Recently its been the stress, ankle pain, miscarriage, lack of sleep, the babies getting sick, then me getting sick oh and breaking my toe, running out of the right foods in the house, can’t afford it and just plain not feeling like it.

Depression!  I start out motivated and doing a great job, but then I get mad at myself for getting in this position in the first place.  I mean really, if I would have kept my head on, not ballooned up and I wouldn’t be totally  PO’d at myself for being the size that I am.

I have to change the cycle.  My health is great.  My heart is happy except for the occasional spasm (cardiologist said is normal.)  But that is not going to last.  I am asking organs, muscles and joints to work triple time to support me and my fat habit!  It has to end.  I have to make choices that I know my body deserves.  It has been good to me and I need to be good back to it.

I don’t have a plan and I don’t know my next step.  What I do know is I am going to forgive myself and I am going to start making healthy choices.  I am going to tell myself the same thing I am going to tell Julie.

I love you hun.  It will be ok, all of it!  BIG HUGS..

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