Healthy life, here I come....

I got some more information about the nutritionist. They tell me I'd meet with them for a 90 minute session and they custom design a nutritional plan for me taking into account my goals, my history, and medical problems that lead to weight gain. Having a nutritionist who is familiar with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome along with the side effects from all of the medicines I'm on would be so very beneficial to me. I was told they come up with meal plans and recipes based on the food I like. They teach ways to make healthy food tasty so I'll actually eat it. They also come up with an exercise program for me to follow. Once I leave there, I will have my whole program set up for me. I don't need to come back, unless I want to or I start to fall off the wagon.

Brian thinks its a good idea, as do I. The first appointment is nearly $300 which is a bit pricey so I'm going to have to wait a few weeks to see her. Gotta love a $400 gas/electric bill...ugh.

I scheduled an appointment with a chiropractor for Tuesday. I'm petrified to go, to be honest. I went one time, about 10 years ago, and I ended up with the most horrible muscle spasm from the adjustment. But, for the past few months, my body has hurt so horribly, I really need to do something about it. I told someone if my body had an age it would probably be 80. My grandmother can move better than me. Its really quite pathetic to see a 29 year old hobbling around like I do when I get out of bed or out of a chair if I've been sitting too long. Brian's always joking with me about it. I never really took into account that my aches could be cause of some of my blah feelings/moments, but I guess it could be. I'm ready to fix it. Thankfully, my insurance will cover it.

I feel confident about these upcoming changes. I think its what I need at this point in my life. I'd love to think about getting a trainer, but again, there's $$ associated with that. I'm already working on reallocating funds...I cancelled WW online yesterday. I'm returning clothes I didn't end up wearing on the cruise. I'm hopeful by the time summer roles around they'd be too big anyway. I'm eating in when I'd rather be eating out. Its going to take some time, but it will all come together.

Now, if I could just figure out if my power company has a budget plan....

Nutritionist?

After reading my last post, I realized I have NO idea whats good and bad for my body. I have just enough information to be harmful. Months ago, Lorena recommended I go to a nutritionist. Her son went to this lady and lost 20 pounds, but better than that, learned how to eat healthy. Me? I said thanks, and didn't act on it. I can do it myself. Well, look where I'm at now. Still blogging about the same ol' crap.

I'm sure there will be quite a cost associated with going to a nutritionist. Its unfortunate, we live in the most powerful country in the world, yet we are the fattest, most unhealthy, and saddest looking people around. Yet, to try to buy healthy stuff or get the help that's needed (don't get me started on health care) we have to pay out the butt! Ugh.

Trying to be organic? maybe?

On the cruise my friend and I spent some time in the spa. We went to this consultation about detoxing and organic foods and whatnot. I gotta say, thinking about some of the crap we put in our bodies kinda grossed me out. I'm still very much up in the air about detoxing. I did end up buying this detox system which goes on for 3 months. #1. Taste like crap. Crap may actually taste better. #2. I'm a skeptic. I don't know enough about detox--I mean the concept make sense, but do I need algea to clean me out and boost my metabolism? I've been reading up on it and some people swear by it while others think its crap. I just don't know....now I'm starting to think its a gimmick to get you to eat healthier.

I am liking the concept of the organic eating. Brian and I shopped at the Common Market the other day and bought some stuff for the house. I'm to the point now that things like WW cakes and 100 calorie packs are starting to gross me out. Its the thought of plastic and preservatives and general yuckiness thats doing it for me. Will it help in the long run? Who knows.

Its all over.

Our vacation, that is. It was nice while it lasted, but I have to admit, we may have done a little more partying than we should have. Brian and I are not big drinkers. I rarely drink to be honest and Brian's more of a wine guy every now and again. Although I am SOOO very proud of myself for NEVER overdoing it with food on the cruise, my drinks, I'm sure, caught up with me. I can't really complain though. I did gain, which I'm okay with, but it was only 3 or 4 pounds, not the 10+ I brought back with me from last April's cruise...and most of the 3 or 4 pounds I think I've already peed out.

I'm hesitant, but I'm going to WW tomorrow. I'm so bad about going when I know there is going to be a gain. I'm thinking about going to a Step & Sculpt class tomorrow at the YMCA too. I'm so embarrassed about working out in a group setting. I know I'm not good at it so I feel like everyone is watching me.

From the middle of the ocean

We are out here floating away. Eating has been good, if you ask me. There are few desserts so thats not an issue and here on Celebrity Cruises they scoop out our food so there is no possiblity of over-dosing on food. Each morning I have a little scoop of scrambled eggs and wheat toast and some cereal. Lunch is a salad and maybe a sandwich. Dinner is nothing big. I'm totally NOT snacking, unlike all my other cruises. I'm not going to lie. I"ve had a few too many drinks, but thats not the norm for me. Once I get home everything will be back to normal and there isn't the slightest bit or disappointment from me.

More when I'm back in the states!! :)

I've found faith

I gotta say, even though I'm talking a pretty big game about how "good" I'll be on our vacation, I'm a little nervous. I don't want to undo any progress that has already been made when it comes to my weight loss. I wasn't sure how I was going to make it through the rough times, but I think that problem has been solved.

This evening I went through my purse and found a gift certificate to a local boutique. I'm not a boutique girl, so the fact that $10 off paper was even in my purse is crazy enough. I had nothing better to do, so I ventured in after supper at Panera Bread. This place is all about Brighton and Vera Bradley. I wandered for a while and then I found this bracelet. Its a cheap thing...silver on an elastic string that says: "If you have faith as small as a mustard seed....nothing will be impossible for you. Matthew 17:20." Thats me. Thats what I needed.

Over the past few weeks, I have to say, my religious faith has blossomed. I've seen my friends son go from near death to walking around a hospital and lifting weights. When doctors say its a miracle, the logical me still has problems accepting it, but the spiritual me can accept nothing but it was a miracle. God had some hand in his diagnosis and his continuing recovery.

I've seen what prayers can do. But, at the same time, I know that you have to have faith. I think I'm finally "getting" what my mom has been talking about all these years when she described faith to me. I guess what I'm getting at, is finally, I have a little faith. I have faith in me. I have faith in God. I have faith that I can go on this cruise and be successful. I just need this little bracelet and the attached cute little mustard seed to remind me when I start to falter. I will be okay.

Are we there yet?

Although I've had good progress since starting WW again on the 1st of the year, I feel like its not going well. I really can't complain. Its been two weeks, I've lost at least 3 or 4 pounds, (really, nearly 10 counting my weight since before I started meetings), plus I found my waist again. Our upcoming cruise has me thinking about the perfect size 6 girls that are going to be on it and how me and my lumpy ass will be trying to stay as far away as possible. Isn't it a shame? I'm going on a vacation and instead of looking forward to it I'm like a million other ladies dwelling on negativity.

I really have a hard time with compliments. I mean I love getting them, don't get me wrong, but I guess I don't believe them. Like, if someone told me I look nice in my bathing suit, I'd say they were lying. Because I don't like what I see, I assume everyone doesn't. I don't know how to change that thinking though. Its frustrating.

I guess I'm very ready to be one of those size 6 girls. Really, I've never been a size 6 girl so I'd settle with size 12 at this point. I just wish I could be at my goal already. I want to skip all the hard work.

Don't make me go naked!

I need clothes for the cruise and can't find anyplace that has them. Suggestions? We leave Sunday.

Need an excuse?

I have a totally, horrible, really bad excuse why I didn't work out today. I'm going to use it anyway. I was busy. I slept til 4pm because I worked yesterday. I got up, showered again, took the dog out and froze my butt off and then started working on this project for work. Its not so much a project as it is a report, but its proven to be a very time consuming report. Maybe not to everyone, but I'm a perfectionist, so it takes me longer to do things like that. I've been working on it all night and I just finished and emailed it off. I swear, I just looked at the clock on my computer and its says 1am. When did that happen? I've been so caught up working on this, literally hours have gone by.

I promise. Tomorrow. I promise. I'd consider doing it now but I'm not taking another shower before bed. (I have a book of bad excuses. If you need one, give me a call.)

Tomorrow.....I promise.

Dear Dominos:

Thank you for having a super cool calorie builder thingy on your website. I now know my pizza was 252 calories a slice. Too bad I don't like your pizza more.

Love,
Me.