My little Bit of Honey

I've been slacking the past week, going off the rails. Eating more than I should be and not working out as much as I should be. Luckily, I weighed myself and I have not gained anything. I'm taking that as a warning, my body is like "cut the crap and get it together", so I'm back on the right track and back to eating the right way. There are a few things that help get me back on track, like reading fitness blogs or seeing my friends that do so great. I'd like to take the time to write about the people that inspire me, my friends that keep me going and help me get back to where I need to be.  The first person is the one who inspired this whole blog and really got me moving. This woman is probably my closest friend and I would have never gained the tools I needed to lose weight,she is my friend Steph. She's done so great in losing weight but more importantly staying *healthy*, she told me about myfitnesspal and reading her blog got me inspired to start my o

Last night I got the brilliant idea to take a spin class, somehow I thought "I can do this! It will be great, how hard can it be? It's only sitting on a bike" Oh, how wrong and naive I was. If I could go back in time I would pat myself on the head and say "You sweet naive little thing. You have no idea". So at 5am this morning (I'm working from home this week) my alarm blared and I literally dragged myself out of bed after a fitful night of sleep. I dragged myself to the gym half asleep to be greeted by this lovely older woman. She was so excited and happy that I was there. I told her I was taking the spin class and she loudly (much to loudly for 5:30 in the morning in my opinion) "OH! My dear! You are going to love it! ENJOY!" Well alrighty then, if this lovely lady is so enthusiastic about it then it must be great. So I get to the room and to my dismay all the bikes in the back were taken by older men. Great so I get to be up front where everyone

So here I am, a month (or a little over) after I started to take myself seriously. I've made a lot of progress in the past 5 weeks. I've lost 7 pounds and my body is starting to change, I really should have taken measurements. It feels like I've been doing this for a lot longer than a month, though. Not in a bad way, but just a familiar way. It feels good because it feels like routine and routine makes me happy! I've strayed a bit and gone off the bandwagon at some points, but made sure to never have 3 bad days in a row. If I felt like I was getting to that  "I don't care" place again, I looked at pictures of when I started and noticed a difference. I put myself right back to where I needed to be and for that I am proud. I have a sign on my desk "A year from now you will wish you started today" and that is what keeps me from hitting the cookies or getting french fries for lunch. I think back to where I was a year ago and I know hard it is for me

The past few weeks have not been the greatest fitness wise. Between snow storms, working from home and then a super bowl party this weekend, I haven't been working out as much. I've been eating a little less strictly than I should, I've still lost weight, but I'm not feeling as good about it as I had been. I was really starting to get down on myself about it this morning and then I said to myself "Ok, you've still lost weight, despite it all. You've still been keeping your calories in check." A break is fine sometimes and completely necessary, I think with a mindset of "I can't take any time off" I'm setting myself up for failure. I have probably gotten one good work out in the past few weeks and that's OK, because this morning I kicked my own ass. I felt so motivated to just have a great work out and I did! I was on the treadmill for 45 minutes and I gave it all I had, I was beet red and sweating by the time I stepped off and I f