Tomorrow will be 60 days since I have had a Diet Coke and 223 days until Chris and I get MARRIED! I have 223 days to get fit and skinny for my wedding dress. Yikes! Seems like a long time, but really it’s not. Seems like just yesterday we got engaged and had over a year to get ready. Bring it! I’m excited. :)
Guys…60 days without a Diet Coke is a HUGE accomplishment for me! I used to drink so much Diet Coke that for my birthday one year in high school, my friends gave me a two liter that I drank straight out of the bottle in class. I drank it so much that my friends gave me a Diet Coke t-shirt my senior year of high school because they saw it and just had to buy it for me. (I have really awesome friends, just for your information!)
I have been drinking that stuff for as long as I can remember. I remember the high school used to have cans of soda for $0.60 that I would use my spare change for every single day at lunch. So cheeeeeap.
I mean, at the most, I was drinking 3 cans of Diet Coke a day. That is ridiculous to think now that I’ve detoxed for 60 days. I still crave something bubbly every now and then, so maybe once every two weeks I have a Sprite Zero (drinking some right now, actually). I know, I know. Sprite Zero still has aspartame. But ya know what? I’m not basically inhaling it anymore, so I think I’m doing ok.
I’m not craving Diet Coke anymore, and I actually wonder what would happen if I drank one now. I’m not going to, because I’m afraid it will just spiral in to a daily habit again and I do NOT want that. I want to get to where I can have a Coke every 6 months as a treat or something. But I feel like if I even have a sip of Diet Coke again it will be bad so I’m going to steer clear of it.
My weight loss has not been going so well these past few weeks. My birthday was almost 2 weeks ago, and some of my great friends drove down and surprised me for the weekend, which of course included drinks and lots of eating out. Then my co-worker made me a brownie caramel cheesecake (it was yummyyyy) and some of them took me out to the greasiest burger joint in Lockhart. (Homegirl loves a good greasy burger with some fries.) I let myself indulge my birthday week, and although I’m glad I got to enjoy some delicious eats and drinks, my body paid for it by gaining back about 2.5 pounds that I had previously lost. I’m basically back to where I was before my birthday, but it’s crazy that just a few weeks of eating like crap and not exercising can cause that much damage.
I’m still running but took a week off, like I said, for my birthday (and cause work has been crazy), and it is hard to get that small amount of endurance back you lost after that break. I’m still a novice runner, so any loss is a huge hit to my runners ego. My first run after that break was outside, which is harder than treadmill, and I thought “I’ll run a mile without stopping and then walk and do sprints.” which I could do relatively easily before taking a week off. Nope. Got to .65 miles and had to stop cause it hurt to keep going. Literally. I hunched over holding my side because of a cramp. It was the worst.
I know this journey is going to have it’s ups and downs, and I almost didn’t blog about this because I wanted to post a gain, not a loss – but you know what? This is real. This is my journey. And I want to share it. Because if I nit-pick what I post about, then someone may see that I just had happy happy happy times this whole time, and I do. not. want. that. It’s false hope. It’s fake. I am definitely not having all happy times. I still love yoga, but I’m still horrible at it. I was doing yoga this afternoon, in fact, and I was doing a warrior pose and I fell over. Like, fell over on to my side on the ground. I just lost my balance. And as frustrating as that is, it’s the truth. I’m not going to become a master yogi in a day. I’m not going to be able to run a 5k straight overnight. I have to practice patience (yoga is actually helping with this) and perseverance and I will get there, I just know it. I have faith in myself. If I can go 60 days without Diet Coke, I can reach these goals. I can get the body I want for myself. It may take me the rest of my life, but I’m going to do it.
Some things of note for myself:
*I can do a SIDE PLANK, you guys. I used to avoid these because of my “weak wrists” after breaking them in 2008. But I’m not using that as an excuse anymore, and I’ve started doing them in my yoga videos (with the amazing Tara Stiles; namaste.) Oh, my arms still shake if I do one for more than 15 seconds, but hey! It’s a great feeling for me to do one without toppling over.
*I’m feeling sexier. I’m stopping every now and then to notice how I look. My jeans are slightly bigger (which is actually kind of annoying cause I hate buying new jeans). My tops don’t cling in bad places as much as they used to (key note being as much there, cause, well, they still cling.) But even if I’m not where I want to be yet, I’m feeling great. I’m appreciating my body for what it can do and fueling me.
Tomorrow I am starting this 30 day push-up challenge because I found out in November that I can not do a push up without my knees, which is slightly embarrassing. I would love for you all to do it with me, but I will be posting progress about that as I go. Not every day, but maybe every 10 days or something. We’ll see. ;-) Here’s the link: the 30 day push-up challenge. I want to get stronger, and I want to be able to do a single push up, if not more. Hopefully it goes well!
Until next time,