Tuesday: Chicken wings and beer. So very much beer. Oh, and a salad. Being drunk makes it hard to work out. So Tuesday was a wash.
Wednesday: Hungover. Piece of lasagna in the house. Dr Pepper. Avacado salad. 2 cocktails. A popover. A hamburger and fries, of which I only ate half and then a couple of fries. Shared a peach pie.
We're in the midst of thinking this body is never gonna change and feeling hideous so. Yeah. We're gonna try and work through that today, plus overcome the fantastic back pain going on from being female. We'll see how this goes...
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
A container of raspberries.
Refried potatoes, shredded cheddar cheese, 4 scrambled eggs (yes, the 4th was unnecessary), half an avocado, salsa. (Have I mentioned I am an amazing cook? I impress even myself lately.)
7 mile walk. Noriega and Great Highway to Land's End, through Land's end on the coastal trail (OMG stairs), and back. I thought I did this pretty fast but didn't do any running and need to not pause.
Dr Pepper. God I love Dr Pepper. This is what motivated me to get done. Not even lying.
3 wing strips, cold out of the fridge dipped in ranch.
Popcorn, made in oil with about a tablespoon of butter.
Tea and 3 dark chocolate squares.
I had planned on just eating fruit for dinner (apples and bananas) but it's effing freezing here (YAY! SAN FRANCISCO SUMMER YAY!) and I needed something warm so the popcorn. It hit the spot.
Tomorrow? Let's do it a little better. Think I'll end up at the gym since it's supposed to rain here and would like to sneak in some yoga too since I still haven't done that but I have done a lot of walking through the house stretching.
Refried potatoes, shredded cheddar cheese, 4 scrambled eggs (yes, the 4th was unnecessary), half an avocado, salsa. (Have I mentioned I am an amazing cook? I impress even myself lately.)
7 mile walk. Noriega and Great Highway to Land's End, through Land's end on the coastal trail (OMG stairs), and back. I thought I did this pretty fast but didn't do any running and need to not pause.
Dr Pepper. God I love Dr Pepper. This is what motivated me to get done. Not even lying.
3 wing strips, cold out of the fridge dipped in ranch.
Popcorn, made in oil with about a tablespoon of butter.
Tea and 3 dark chocolate squares.
I had planned on just eating fruit for dinner (apples and bananas) but it's effing freezing here (YAY! SAN FRANCISCO SUMMER YAY!) and I needed something warm so the popcorn. It hit the spot.
Tomorrow? Let's do it a little better. Think I'll end up at the gym since it's supposed to rain here and would like to sneak in some yoga too since I still haven't done that but I have done a lot of walking through the house stretching.
Oh just fail
I drank that bottle and a half of wine last night so I was of course utterly useless today.
I ate more of my wing strips around noon.
I made my friend and I homemade burgers with home made roasted potatoes for dinner. I then covered those potatoes with cheese and ate them as a midnight snack.
Oh, and copious amounts of Dr Pepper. Of course.
The burger thing is actually genius. I wanted a burger, didn't want to get in car and go get fast food so I had the genius to go to the produce store and make them. Though I think it helps that it is good meat from the local produce store and good ciabbata...and having a gas grill grate on the stove, I am also damn impressed with myself as a cook. So good.
But. I didn't work out. I didn't accomplish anything. I didn't eat right. Fuck.
I ate more of my wing strips around noon.
I made my friend and I homemade burgers with home made roasted potatoes for dinner. I then covered those potatoes with cheese and ate them as a midnight snack.
Oh, and copious amounts of Dr Pepper. Of course.
The burger thing is actually genius. I wanted a burger, didn't want to get in car and go get fast food so I had the genius to go to the produce store and make them. Though I think it helps that it is good meat from the local produce store and good ciabbata...and having a gas grill grate on the stove, I am also damn impressed with myself as a cook. So good.
But. I didn't work out. I didn't accomplish anything. I didn't eat right. Fuck.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Chicken nachos at the giants game, a couple sips of diet coke, chicken wing strips homemade at home with plenty of ranch dressing and a little bit of lettuce. A bottle of wine and a third of another which will likely be all (more like half) of it. The only exercise is the walking up the ramp at the ballpark and the dancing around the house I did with lots of stretching, which I actually DID do. I fail at today. Sigh. Tomorrow...
Oh, and handfuls of croutons in between the ball game and the wing strips.
Oh, and handfuls of croutons in between the ball game and the wing strips.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Alright...
I've hit a dieting plateau. And as it is PISSING ME OFF, I've decided to reinstate this here very boring blog and see where I am going wrong/what further changes we can make.
10 a.m.-ish 1 banana
1 p.m.-ish Chorizo breakfast scramble at Stack's: chorizo, scambled eggs, cheese, olives, salsa, sour cream (no more than 2 tbsp), guacamole. Side of hash browns (Which weren't that good and if they aren't that good, I need to remember not to eat them. Bad, Lisa! I'm trying to stay away from potatoes in general but this is effing difficult. I love the suckers. I think moderation is the tactic to take but damn how I love them so! WHY DOES EVERYTHING I LIKE HAVE TO BE BAD FOR ME?!)
6:45 p.m. 5 lamb chops, broiled with a breadcumb and mustard crust. Roasted carrots and cauliflower.
9:00: Gym: 30 minutes elliptical at ten resistance for 360 calories. 10m30 rowing for 2k meters, 107 calories. Stretching. I didn't really push myself at the gym. I should have run. But it's a Friday night and despite that many of the treadmills were full and I just couldn't stand to be there anymore.
I pondered getting on the scale tonight at the gym but as my mood was hovering somewhere around raging hell bitch, I decided I best forego that particular experience for another time. I could imagine it being soul crushingly disappointing. I know, muscle weight more than fat blah blah. And: secret: I used to be a full size 20. 20. I am now comfortably an 18 and fit in some 16s. I'd like to be a 14 by the end of the summer. Theoretically, a dress size is ten pounds so really that's 20 pounds. Let's push for that.
Since my trainer moved to Thailand, I have been doing the core stuff that makes me strong and kickass not at all. I need to do some ondemand of that. I'll make that a goal for this weekend and then try to incorporate that in at least twice a week. Deal? I also need a training partner. Someone to make me push it a little bit harder and faster on each workout. I'm thinking of asking my cousin but we'll see... If anyone else would like to volunteer, let me know.
And lastly:
10:30 p.m.: 4 swigs of Dr Pepper out of a 2 liter bottle. Here's the deal: I'm giving up soda. I am. For serious. Today was the 4th day without it. Well, until... I know it's bad for you. It's straight awful. But I LOVE Dr Pepper. And not that this is an excuse because we should never use food as an excuse or a comfort but I was in an awful mood today. AWFUL. Blame my mother. Or blame my hormones. Whatever. Anyway, last weekend when I was at the beach house, I bought a 2L of the stuff and left some of it in the fridge. When I arrived here just now, sweaty from my workout and still not in the best of moods, before I opened the fridge I thought, "If it's still here, I'm drinking some!" And lo, there it was. I was gonna drink it all. There's not much left in the bottle. But I took four swigs (yes, from the bottle), satiated myself, feel better, and am good with that. It's akin to eating a square of chocolate, right? So yes, soda is empirically awful for you. But sometimes? I think I just need a goddamn Dr Pepper.
10 a.m.-ish 1 banana
1 p.m.-ish Chorizo breakfast scramble at Stack's: chorizo, scambled eggs, cheese, olives, salsa, sour cream (no more than 2 tbsp), guacamole. Side of hash browns (Which weren't that good and if they aren't that good, I need to remember not to eat them. Bad, Lisa! I'm trying to stay away from potatoes in general but this is effing difficult. I love the suckers. I think moderation is the tactic to take but damn how I love them so! WHY DOES EVERYTHING I LIKE HAVE TO BE BAD FOR ME?!)
6:45 p.m. 5 lamb chops, broiled with a breadcumb and mustard crust. Roasted carrots and cauliflower.
9:00: Gym: 30 minutes elliptical at ten resistance for 360 calories. 10m30 rowing for 2k meters, 107 calories. Stretching. I didn't really push myself at the gym. I should have run. But it's a Friday night and despite that many of the treadmills were full and I just couldn't stand to be there anymore.
I pondered getting on the scale tonight at the gym but as my mood was hovering somewhere around raging hell bitch, I decided I best forego that particular experience for another time. I could imagine it being soul crushingly disappointing. I know, muscle weight more than fat blah blah. And: secret: I used to be a full size 20. 20. I am now comfortably an 18 and fit in some 16s. I'd like to be a 14 by the end of the summer. Theoretically, a dress size is ten pounds so really that's 20 pounds. Let's push for that.
Since my trainer moved to Thailand, I have been doing the core stuff that makes me strong and kickass not at all. I need to do some ondemand of that. I'll make that a goal for this weekend and then try to incorporate that in at least twice a week. Deal? I also need a training partner. Someone to make me push it a little bit harder and faster on each workout. I'm thinking of asking my cousin but we'll see... If anyone else would like to volunteer, let me know.
And lastly:
10:30 p.m.: 4 swigs of Dr Pepper out of a 2 liter bottle. Here's the deal: I'm giving up soda. I am. For serious. Today was the 4th day without it. Well, until... I know it's bad for you. It's straight awful. But I LOVE Dr Pepper. And not that this is an excuse because we should never use food as an excuse or a comfort but I was in an awful mood today. AWFUL. Blame my mother. Or blame my hormones. Whatever. Anyway, last weekend when I was at the beach house, I bought a 2L of the stuff and left some of it in the fridge. When I arrived here just now, sweaty from my workout and still not in the best of moods, before I opened the fridge I thought, "If it's still here, I'm drinking some!" And lo, there it was. I was gonna drink it all. There's not much left in the bottle. But I took four swigs (yes, from the bottle), satiated myself, feel better, and am good with that. It's akin to eating a square of chocolate, right? So yes, soda is empirically awful for you. But sometimes? I think I just need a goddamn Dr Pepper.
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