So I just wanted to drop in with some good news!
When I started my exercise journey, I weighed 190 lbs (give or take a few--I don't know how accurate my bathroom scale is. It got a bath one night. It's digital). It's scary admitting that, but there's the truth.
Happily, I've dropped two pounds!! Who!!
I've also discovered the elliptical trainer at the gym. It's quite a bit tougher than my beloved stationary bike, but I like that it burns calories more calories- and in a shorter amount if time- than the bike does. Sold!!
I can just barely run 15 minutes right now, but it's a start, right? Between speed walking, the elliptical and the bike, I can burn at least 300 calories per visit.
Eek!
I can't wait for the next two pounds to come off!
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Thursday, November 22, 2012
My personal tracker
Good morning!
It feels so good getting out to the gym. My favourite part- other than the goal of losing weight?
An hour all to myself. No kids. Just my music, an adult tv program (while I ride the stationary bike), and keeping my sanity intact. It's fabulous. I covet it!
My friend told me about a really great iPhone app- my fitness tracker. Enter all the food you eat in a day, and it calculates the calories you take in, enter what kind if exercise you've done and it deducts from your calorie intake, and at the end of the day, it calculates how much weight you could lose in a months' time.
I really like keeping track of what I'm eating. It's a terrific visual resource for me- its keeping me conscious of what I'm I'm putting in my mouth.
Which has made me wonder what the ratio of caloric intake vs. calories burned should be. Does that make sense? Should the calories I burn be greater than what I eat or should it be equal to or does it even matter?
I'm still trying to work out some kind of schedule. It's too expensive to bring the kids to the gym 5 days a week, though its still cheaper than finding a sitter. I'm hoping the neighbour boys will commit to a couple afternoons/evenings per week, then I'll alternate days and evenings. It'll also help out in the home maintenance area of my life. It's taken a back seat because we go at such a crazy time of day (10:30). My whole day seems shot after coming home from the gym.
Hmm...
Anywho. Just wanted to check in.
Make it a good one!!
It feels so good getting out to the gym. My favourite part- other than the goal of losing weight?
An hour all to myself. No kids. Just my music, an adult tv program (while I ride the stationary bike), and keeping my sanity intact. It's fabulous. I covet it!
My friend told me about a really great iPhone app- my fitness tracker. Enter all the food you eat in a day, and it calculates the calories you take in, enter what kind if exercise you've done and it deducts from your calorie intake, and at the end of the day, it calculates how much weight you could lose in a months' time.
I really like keeping track of what I'm eating. It's a terrific visual resource for me- its keeping me conscious of what I'm I'm putting in my mouth.
Which has made me wonder what the ratio of caloric intake vs. calories burned should be. Does that make sense? Should the calories I burn be greater than what I eat or should it be equal to or does it even matter?
I'm still trying to work out some kind of schedule. It's too expensive to bring the kids to the gym 5 days a week, though its still cheaper than finding a sitter. I'm hoping the neighbour boys will commit to a couple afternoons/evenings per week, then I'll alternate days and evenings. It'll also help out in the home maintenance area of my life. It's taken a back seat because we go at such a crazy time of day (10:30). My whole day seems shot after coming home from the gym.
Hmm...
Anywho. Just wanted to check in.
Make it a good one!!
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Back in the saddle
Yep, that's right. Back in the saddle again.
Back when I tried the first time to turn my health around, I struggled like crazy trying to make myself "right" again. I had no idea what was wrong with me or what was going on. All I knew was that life was pure hell. I tried whatever I could to make that change. All unsuccessfully.
Until my husband and I went to marriage counselling together. Our marriage counsellor asked me if I'd been diagnosed/treated for post partum. The answer was a resounding NO!
I was incredibly grateful she had brought it up. Every doctor I spoke with about it just wrote my feelings off as stress, anxiety or other similar feelings/emotions. Nothing was ever considered serious. I did try an anti depressant, and I did try counselling (previously at different times) and I felt that nothing ever made a difference.
Until now. Either the medication I am on is the best one for me (and a strong enough dosage) or the combination of counselling and medication did the trick. Whatever it is, I haven't felt this good since before I got pregnant. I feel like ME again- the girl I used to know.
Our marriage counselling brought up an ongoing concern that I had with my husbands own change in attitude and behaviour, so I strongly encouraged him to have it looked into.
It turns out he is now diabetic.
THAT is why I am back in the saddle again.
This unfortunate diagnosis has inspired me to get control of my life and turn things around. I'm looking for healthier recipes to cook for dinner, I'm trying to get my husband to incorporate more fruit and veggies into his diet (and mine) and I'm trying to encourage him to come exercise with me- when his schedule allows.
The exercising--I'm two days into. I go to the gym at the Miller centre. I lack the discipline to do it at home. I'm happy just riding a stationary bike and power walk the track for an hour. I'm determined to lose weight and feel better overall.
Getting moving feels great. The added bonus: the break from the kids that hour affords me! I love it!!
(They love going to the 'gym' too. There's child care available while parents exercise, and they have an absolute riot there! ! Mommy doesn't exist as soon as they walk into their day care!)
So, watch out Whitecourt. A new and improved Ali is on her way!
Back when I tried the first time to turn my health around, I struggled like crazy trying to make myself "right" again. I had no idea what was wrong with me or what was going on. All I knew was that life was pure hell. I tried whatever I could to make that change. All unsuccessfully.
Until my husband and I went to marriage counselling together. Our marriage counsellor asked me if I'd been diagnosed/treated for post partum. The answer was a resounding NO!
I was incredibly grateful she had brought it up. Every doctor I spoke with about it just wrote my feelings off as stress, anxiety or other similar feelings/emotions. Nothing was ever considered serious. I did try an anti depressant, and I did try counselling (previously at different times) and I felt that nothing ever made a difference.
Until now. Either the medication I am on is the best one for me (and a strong enough dosage) or the combination of counselling and medication did the trick. Whatever it is, I haven't felt this good since before I got pregnant. I feel like ME again- the girl I used to know.
Our marriage counselling brought up an ongoing concern that I had with my husbands own change in attitude and behaviour, so I strongly encouraged him to have it looked into.
It turns out he is now diabetic.
THAT is why I am back in the saddle again.
This unfortunate diagnosis has inspired me to get control of my life and turn things around. I'm looking for healthier recipes to cook for dinner, I'm trying to get my husband to incorporate more fruit and veggies into his diet (and mine) and I'm trying to encourage him to come exercise with me- when his schedule allows.
The exercising--I'm two days into. I go to the gym at the Miller centre. I lack the discipline to do it at home. I'm happy just riding a stationary bike and power walk the track for an hour. I'm determined to lose weight and feel better overall.
Getting moving feels great. The added bonus: the break from the kids that hour affords me! I love it!!
(They love going to the 'gym' too. There's child care available while parents exercise, and they have an absolute riot there! ! Mommy doesn't exist as soon as they walk into their day care!)
So, watch out Whitecourt. A new and improved Ali is on her way!
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