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.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
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.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Fuck I'm bored. And tired of staring at notes. And hating life. Debating the gym but gah I don't even know if I have the energy for that. And I need chocolate. Seriously. The chocolate thing is out of control.
Today: I made a ridiculous breakfast. (This is so not helping with the blah diet blah of the title.) Whenever my family does the long weekends in Santa Rosa we go across the street to Lyons. This is the ONLY time I go to Lyons. But they have skillets and those are awesome. Today? I made my own. Kinda. Handful of roasted potatoes chopped up and heated up in a little olive oil. 3 strips bacon. 3 eggs, scrambled. Handful of shredded cheddar cheese which I placed over the potatoes and then put the eggs on top of that. Salsa and sour cream to garnish. Throw all on a plate and eat. Was delicious. I love my ability to cook. No, seriously, I pretty much rock a kitchen.
100 calorie granola bar. 100 calorie pack cinnamon things. Two or three handfuls of crispix.
Dinner: lentil curry soup thing my stepdad makes. Pretty good but why the fuck he has to start making it at noon and has to make so much noise when making it is fucking beyond me. Noisiest person in the kitchen EVER. Hot dog on a whole wheat bun with ketchup and onions. My mom fried the hot dog in butter which I could have done without but I'm not in charge of the kitchen right now, so, whatever. Homemade mac and cheese, mmm, two pretty small servings of.
No exercise. I'm studying. POORLY. Piss poorly. Gah. Whatever. But still: Gah.
Today: I made a ridiculous breakfast. (This is so not helping with the blah diet blah of the title.) Whenever my family does the long weekends in Santa Rosa we go across the street to Lyons. This is the ONLY time I go to Lyons. But they have skillets and those are awesome. Today? I made my own. Kinda. Handful of roasted potatoes chopped up and heated up in a little olive oil. 3 strips bacon. 3 eggs, scrambled. Handful of shredded cheddar cheese which I placed over the potatoes and then put the eggs on top of that. Salsa and sour cream to garnish. Throw all on a plate and eat. Was delicious. I love my ability to cook. No, seriously, I pretty much rock a kitchen.
100 calorie granola bar. 100 calorie pack cinnamon things. Two or three handfuls of crispix.
Dinner: lentil curry soup thing my stepdad makes. Pretty good but why the fuck he has to start making it at noon and has to make so much noise when making it is fucking beyond me. Noisiest person in the kitchen EVER. Hot dog on a whole wheat bun with ketchup and onions. My mom fried the hot dog in butter which I could have done without but I'm not in charge of the kitchen right now, so, whatever. Homemade mac and cheese, mmm, two pretty small servings of.
No exercise. I'm studying. POORLY. Piss poorly. Gah. Whatever. But still: Gah.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Yesterday: A butt ton of McNuggets (Stupid 20 for $5 deal. I ate about 15. Typing that is nauseating, but truth so...) and a medium fries with a Dr Pepper. Some days are just those days.
Though! I did walk the great highway and finally enjoyed the sun. It was fantastic. The sun is now gone. Back to fog.
For dinner: 1 lamb chop, some roasted potatoes, a lot of salad which my mother routinely puts too much dressing on. Sigh. Oh well.
Today: 3 pieces of bacon, 2 fried eggs, handful of roasted potatoes
Williams Sonoma S'More. My need for chocolate during bar study is exponentially higher than it is normally.
Dinner: tri-tip sandwich with provolone cheese. Tater tots and ketchup.
Fun fact: The fish oil pills I've been taking that have not at all been helping my skin despite someone swearing that they would be good for it? Yeah. Because you are supposed to take 3 a day. WHO KNEW? I took 2 today. We'll up it tomorrow.
Oh and I did curls, biceps, and triceps along with reverse push-ups while watching Stick It. Missy Peregrym's abs were motivation.
Though! I did walk the great highway and finally enjoyed the sun. It was fantastic. The sun is now gone. Back to fog.
For dinner: 1 lamb chop, some roasted potatoes, a lot of salad which my mother routinely puts too much dressing on. Sigh. Oh well.
Today: 3 pieces of bacon, 2 fried eggs, handful of roasted potatoes
Williams Sonoma S'More. My need for chocolate during bar study is exponentially higher than it is normally.
Dinner: tri-tip sandwich with provolone cheese. Tater tots and ketchup.
Fun fact: The fish oil pills I've been taking that have not at all been helping my skin despite someone swearing that they would be good for it? Yeah. Because you are supposed to take 3 a day. WHO KNEW? I took 2 today. We'll up it tomorrow.
Oh and I did curls, biceps, and triceps along with reverse push-ups while watching Stick It. Missy Peregrym's abs were motivation.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
2 Dr Peppers (it was that kinda day)
5 wing strips with ranch
100 calorie pack of cinnamon crisp things
2 mint and chocolate quaker chewy "granola" bars
Filet of halibut in caper butter sauce
6 stalks asparagus
large serving of salad with avocado and shrimp, HOPR dressing
Since I'm a god awful studier ANYWAYS, I'm leaving the house tomorrow to get some sun. This monastic thing isn't working. Even when I convince myself this test stands between me and everything I want. Think I'm taking an internet hiatus for the next several days. Just gonna cut the cord and be away and focus on studying.
5 wing strips with ranch
100 calorie pack of cinnamon crisp things
2 mint and chocolate quaker chewy "granola" bars
Filet of halibut in caper butter sauce
6 stalks asparagus
large serving of salad with avocado and shrimp, HOPR dressing
Since I'm a god awful studier ANYWAYS, I'm leaving the house tomorrow to get some sun. This monastic thing isn't working. Even when I convince myself this test stands between me and everything I want. Think I'm taking an internet hiatus for the next several days. Just gonna cut the cord and be away and focus on studying.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
I have to get out tomorrow. This self inflicted monastic living is driving me BATTY.
Ravioli, about a cup, with parm cheese
Prime rib bone meat.
A couple handfuls of reduced fat triscuits
Dr Pepper
Large quesadilla: 2 flour tortillas, chicken breast meat, bunch of cheese, salsa, medium sized avocado, couple tablespoons of sour cream.
All I did was walk around the black. Gah.
Ravioli, about a cup, with parm cheese
Prime rib bone meat.
A couple handfuls of reduced fat triscuits
Dr Pepper
Large quesadilla: 2 flour tortillas, chicken breast meat, bunch of cheese, salsa, medium sized avocado, couple tablespoons of sour cream.
All I did was walk around the black. Gah.
Monday, January 24, 2011
I don't even remember what I did yesterday so, yeah, whatever.
Today I was starving all day.
Granola bar in the morning.
Chicken thigh with skin and yummy rice stuff my mom makes at 11.
A shit ton (always a technical term) of Crispix. This is my bar study savior food.
3 foil wrapped chocolate snowmen.
Chicken leg, cold, from the fridge.
Cheeseburger from Joe's of Westlake (So good. Cut the roof of my mouth though)
3 raviolies from my side of Joe's. Saving rest for tomorrow.
Like 10 baby carrots.
No Dr Pepper or 5 hour energy! So proud of myself for that.
2 cups of tea.
It's weird to NOT be hungry all the time, even today when I am hungry, I'm not eating a particular lot.
Exercise is also taking a back seat to bar study. It's unfortunate but I need to focus on that so that's what we're doing. I, apparently, have an inability to work out AND study. C'est ca. 5 solid hours of studying in and I'm gonna force in another hour and a half of essay writing. SO MUCH FUN!
Today I was starving all day.
Granola bar in the morning.
Chicken thigh with skin and yummy rice stuff my mom makes at 11.
A shit ton (always a technical term) of Crispix. This is my bar study savior food.
3 foil wrapped chocolate snowmen.
Chicken leg, cold, from the fridge.
Cheeseburger from Joe's of Westlake (So good. Cut the roof of my mouth though)
3 raviolies from my side of Joe's. Saving rest for tomorrow.
Like 10 baby carrots.
No Dr Pepper or 5 hour energy! So proud of myself for that.
2 cups of tea.
It's weird to NOT be hungry all the time, even today when I am hungry, I'm not eating a particular lot.
Exercise is also taking a back seat to bar study. It's unfortunate but I need to focus on that so that's what we're doing. I, apparently, have an inability to work out AND study. C'est ca. 5 solid hours of studying in and I'm gonna force in another hour and a half of essay writing. SO MUCH FUN!
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