I have been very bad about updating on here. The reason is, I didn’t have good news. I wasn’t losing weight, wasn’t on Weight Watchers anymore, and even managed to gain back more than half of the 12 pounds I originally lost last Spring. I was embarassed. I was depressed. I felt like a failure yet again.

And, then I got tired of feeling that way.

I just signed up for a personal trainer at my gym. I’m on day 2 of her diet plan and workouts and I feel hope again. My eyes have been opened to a lot of things regarding nutrition. I thought I knew so much about what to eat, but really I wasn’t eating correctly at all.

And, while my workouts on my own have kept me from gaining all the weight back, and have kept my legs very toned (the trainer even said so!), they haven’t done the trick either.

It’s time to take it to another level. The first two weeks of her program are going to be very hard. She said if I follow it and work hard, i can lose from 6-9 pounds and jump start my enthusiasm and the program off right. She has me eating every 3 hours and very low-carb, very healthy in terms of the diet. She wants me to work out 6 days this week and burn 500 calories a workout.

Today, at my fitness test with her, I burned 850 calories (according to my heartrate monitor–which if you don’t have one GET ONE–they’re so helpful!) I’m motivated to do everything I can do to make this change. I have the extra incentive of trying to get off my diabetes medication and just control things by diet.

Come on, everyone. All of you out there who are lurking, post us a message. Even if it is just to say, I’m out here…still struggling. We’re all struggling. We can support each other in this and at least know we’re not alone.

More updates SOON this time!

Steph. (Crazy MomCat)

Fall is here. I’m not ready to put away the shorts and t-shirts! Not so soon!

Actually, Autumn is usually my favorite season but this year it seems to have been nothing but rain so far.  I like some rain, not this much!

Somehow in all that rain I lost 2 lbs.   Honestly?  I don’t think I’m gonna try to find it.

Hello all — just thought I’d poke my head in with an update after being encouraged by Leanne’s post.

I lost *9* pounds in the week I spent in New Brunswick for my grandson’s arrival!  It’s a very large, regional hospital and we walked miles, literally, from the parking lot to hospital every day.  That, combined with light eating and lots of sleep, made the difference.  I’ve kept 7 of it off — I expected to put a couple back on once I started eating regular meals again — and I want to hold it there.  I’m working hard at keeping the momentum going.

My grandson is beautiful.   My older daughter and I are hoping to make the trip to see him again this coming weekend.  I’m sure he’s changed a lot in just two weeks.  Here’s a picture for those of you who might not have seen my news on my blog.  His name is Nolan Robert and he weighed in at 8lbs 3 oz.  I’m in love!

As well, I had to move my blog to a new account after trying the Blogger Beta (don’t go there!), so please update my blog address to:  http://nancybond.blogspot.com.  Thanks!

P2G:  28 [-12] 

This time last year, the jeans I’m wearing today didn’t fit. I was buying new jeans, bigger jeans, because I had outgrown these a few months earlier.

This time last year, I started swimming to help my back. I knew I was carrying too much weight, and I knew I had to do something about it. I wasn’t too interested in “dieting”, though.

This time last year, I was 20+ pounds heavier than I am right now.

This year. This year I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. Down 20 pounds, and stagnating.

I wonder if the only time I’m motivated is when snow is on the ground? I wonder if that’s just the time of year I’m most disgusted and willing to put forth the effort. Right now, this year, I’m still down from what I lost last spring. I still have 20 pounds to go.

This is the third day of the week. Monday, I started my “diet” again. By 2pm, I was frustrated with something and grabbed the Godiva. I told myself all the way to the spoon drawer that I was doing so well – don’t blow it – don’t blow it – right up until that first spoonful melted all over my tongue. Ugh. Tuesday, I started again. The good breakfast. Then my day was botched up for a few hours at physical therapy, so I called it quits again. I didn’t do bad in the afternoon – had a great turkey & potato bread sandwich, but I’d have liked to go with smaller meals, and maybe some rice instead of potato bread – maybe some vegetables instead of french fries at dinner.

So today, I’ll do it again. Unfortunately, my schedule is really not good right now and I hate to pull away what time I do have to work to go to the gym and swim again. It’s bad enough that I’m already losing a few hours a few times a week going to physical therapy. I can’t spend half my days all week long doing that stuff, I just can’t. Getting exercise is going to be tough.

This is the year I’ve been waiting for. This is the year I wanted to commit myself full time to growing my business, to earning consistently every month, all year.

So when am I going to exercise? When am I going to get back on track with my eating pattern?

Why couldn’t I just be a dog – eat the same food every day all day long in small bits, run around and play – and sleep. Why couldn’t I just be happy with a few pats on the head from my hubby and a belly rub from my kids?

Ugh. Double ugh. I need to put my foot down again, and continue on my path before I start going backwards.

Today, I’ll try again. I’ll go and make my eggbeaters, drink my grapefruit juice. Two hours later I’ll have some salad and sliced turkey. Then I’ll have some veggies and rice and chicken. If I can make it to the mid-afternoon can of tuna, I’ll be a happy girl.

I swear to God and everybody – I’ll have met my goal by the end of this year. I have to do this – for my hips, for my humps (my lovely little lumps), for my core, which needs major strengthening to avoid further back pain. I’ll keep starting again every day – until I get a day that I do it all day long. And then maybe the day after that I’ll do it all day long, too.

Wish me luck, for the umpteen-bazillionth time.