My little Bit of Honey

I'm stuck in that funny place with pants. You know the one, where your "fat" pants are way to big but your "skinny" pants aren't fitting quite right yet. I decided to try the size 12 anyways, just to see what would happen. Well, they fit and I don't feel like I'm going to rip the seams on them. I was really surprised because to be honest, I don't really feel any different. I don't feel thinner but my clothes are telling a different story. We will see what the scale says tomorrow since it's weigh in day! This week has pretty much sucked for me getting back into my routine. Thanks to the lovely blizzard we got, I've only been to the gym once. I couldn't go this morning since I'm working in our Boston office, but the office is a good 10-15 minute walk from the train station so that's helpful. I've been doing my best to stay within my calorie ranges and I've been doing pretty well, though, yesterday was tough. I'

Ah, it's Friday! Friday has always been my favorite day of the week, it's laid back usually, I get to work from home (most of the time) and it's just a good day! Lately Friday has been my favorite day because it is my weigh in day! Today I wasn't sure how it was going to go, I haven't been really running much this week (except for a few days) and I've just felt, off.  So I was a bit nervous getting on the scale, but when I did I was pleasantly surprised! I lost 2.6 pounds! I am officially out of the 180s and almost on the "other" side of the 170s. I haven't really noticed my body changing to much, but I've had people commenting on it, so I'm guessing that it is apparent to others.  So that is great news! Progress is progress!  I've been making small changes that I think are making a big difference. I have been drinking my coffee black, no milk, no sugar for the past 3 weeks. It's been an adjustment for me, but I'm getting used

Ugh was my first thought this morning when my alarm started blaring at 4:05. I was in possibly the deepest sleep I have ever been in, dreaming about some strange thing that my fuzzy brain couldn't hold onto once awake. I dragged myself out of bed and into the bathroom where the light was too bright and the floor was too cold. I sat on the bathroom floor trying to will myself awake, all the while my mind is fighting with me coming up with a thousand excuses as to why I shouldn't work out this morning. "I'm too tired" "I have a headache" "I have a stomachache" this went on for about 5-10 minutes, me arguing with myself. I finally got up and attempted to put in my contacts, 3 tries to shove the little lenses into my puffy half open eyes.  Downstairs I went and got my things together, I opened the door to leave and "Ugh, it's snowing". My job is incredibly flexible in that as long as my manager is traveling, I can work from home if

I really am my own worst critic, the things that I *think* other people are saying about me, are nothing compared to what I'm saying to myself in my head. I posted an article yesterday about calling yourself fat and how it's detrimental. It is, it's insulting and degrading, Regardless of whether I'm overweight or not, if someone else called me fat, well I'd probably not have the nicest words to say to them.   Yet, I'm constantly in my head saying "you're fat"  "Look at that stomach, ugh.  It's never going to get back to normal" "You'll never look good again" <-seriously, these are the things that run through my head. No wonder I haven't had much success in weight loss, I'm beating myself down before I even get the chance to start. I even read through my recap of last week I wrote yesterday and it totally screamed "I'm not worth it". I lost 3 freakin pounds last week! I should be celebrating and b

First week is complete. I survived and started this week off with the same enthusiasm as I had for last week, still feeling good, still ready to take it on. Last week was hard for me,the working out and the eating less, really made me struggle a bit. Every morning I would wake up and think "I'm so not in the mood to do this today" but, I did it.  I hit over 10k steps every day last week I ate well and it paid off - I lost 3 pounds! The scale showing lower weight was great, but for some reason I wasn't excited over it. I'm not sure why, I'm still not overly excited over it.  I think part of it is that I am really so hesitant to accept this, because I feel like in my weird psyche somewhere that when I accept it, I'll stop being so ambitious over it. I'll stop looking for ways to make it harder and more beneficial. Either way, it's a strange feeling and one I'm working on trying to get through.  I've also been logging my calories in MFP dail

Yesterday started my day of really cracking down and not using any excuses. I had a good day, I was up at 4:05 (yes, AM) and was at the gym by 5:15. I did the treadmill for a half an hour, I felt really good! I did some interval training to start getting back on track, I can really feel the weight on me when I run so it's become a bit more difficult. Ate great the entire day, came home and had dinner (which was really good as well!) and did the 21 day fix total body cardio fix. I was in a pretty bad mood after that, just being tired and hangry (nope not a typo) all got to me. So I went to bed early and got up this morning to start all over again.  Today was a bit tougher, I wasn't as bright and perky when I woke up. I'm pretty sure I did not actually wake up until I had been on the treadmill for about 10 minutes. I did NOT want to run/jog or anything this morning, I really just wanted to lay on the mat after I finished stretching and stay there. I did my interval training

Happy 2015! Wow, so hard to believe that we are back in January again. I have a serious love/hate relationship with this month. Hate because I can't stand the bitter winter cold/snow etc. Love because I feel like January always brings out the best attitudes. It's a new year, numero uno, the first chance this year to make a big change in your life. By February things change and those resolutions usually fall to the wayside and by March, well it's all forgotten. January is just the beginning and beginnings are good, beginnings can lead to progress especially if you have a fresh attitude.  I think about this time last year, I was a brand new mom (I say brand new because I still consider myself a new mom, but I've learned a thing or two over the year) and I was dealing with all of these emotions and dealing with very little sleep. Things were not happy and joyful for me, I had a hard time adjusting. I loved my baby boy with all my heart but there was more to it than that,