The rest of the world might be working for the weekend; but I’m working for the Carrot Cake. Just sayin’.
The caption above sums up the post below in case you don’t want to wade through my drivel. But you might want to humor me, since my server connection crashed while writing the first pass at this post and I had to write it a second time. Hey, I’m not above a pity read.
Checking in:
I’m just beginning week three of Operation Goo Goo and I’m feeling pretty good about my progress. I actually look forward to my hour each day in the gym. The minute Sophie sees me put on my shoes, she gets really excited and heads for the basement door, tail wagging her body. I spend my time listening to my favorite internet radio station (Radioio) and catching videos on YouTube during the commercial breaks.
I’m not losing much in terms of weight yet, but I’ve dropped over an inch in both my waist and hips. I’m OK with swapping out fat for muscle; because to a point, the scale lies anyhow.
Since I’m vain, I don’t post photos that will ever clue you in to how much I need to drop. But according to the medical charts (and my former Physician in Marin, whom I miss!) I am still 30 lbs overweight. Not obese, but certainly in need of shedding the pounds. For my heart, for my joints, and probably for my sanity. We won’t mention that pesky condition THE Diabetes. Of course, 30 lbs beats the 40 lbs I was at last year. Progress, not perfection, people!
I have made some adjustments to Operation Goo Goo. Seven days a week means no down time and that’s not working for me. I love me some down time. So, I’ve cut back to 6 days a week and am giving my body permission to take rest days if I need them. Working out sometimes triggers asthma attacks; not getting enough air makes me really tired by the end of the week. I spent last weekend in bed. This will abate eventually, especially once the weather warms. If it doesn’t, I’ll suck it up and get an inhaler. I’m inhaler adverse, but I’m not stupid.Honestly, I’ve been trying reach age 40 without needing one. Actually, I’ve been trying to get to 40 without needing any major medical intervention. Clearly, I’m more than inhaler adverse.
Let’s face it, though, you’re all here to see how the inhaling of chocolate and caramel and pecans and marshmallow went. After seven work-outs I tore open my Goo Goo and managed to not stuff the whole thing into my mouth at once. Mmm Wmarshmallowsh.
I wasn’t half way through it when I started to feel funny. You see, in addition to hitting the gym, I’ve also cut out most sugar from my diet. (And everything white. WHICH SUCKS!) All that sugar at once was a mistake. My head was screaming “Warning! Warning! Don’t finish that Goo Goo.” But you know I did. Commence Operation Diabetic Coma. I sucked down a glass of milk in a vain attempt to deter the affects of the sugar with some protein. It helped but not enough to keep me from being miserable the rest of the night.
Talk about disaster. To think, that just the day before I had sat and watched IZ eat a piece of the BEST Carrot Cake in the Universe and had nary a bite. NOT. ONE. BITE. I drooled, but that’s it. I had consoled myself with the thought of chocolate and caramel and pecans and marshmallow that was waiting for me. I had no idea that COMA was the next ingredient after Marshmallow.
So, no more Goo Goos for me. (No worries, though, the boy has discovered them and is in Southern Heaven. He’s my child, after all.) However, IZ has promised to treat me to a piece of Carrot Cake if I meet my goals this week. And he’s such a nice guy, he’s even offered to share the piece so that I’m not downing all that sugar (and calories) on my own. I see a fork fight ensuing on Friday.
I call dibs on the icing carrot.
You have no idea how much I love carrot cake. Well, maybe you do.
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You and Margaret! ~W
Damn, I didn’t mean to hit the button so fast. AWESOME JOB on the gym work! The hardest thing about exercising is sticking with it. You are inspiring me.
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It is the hardest part… especially by day six. ~W
Just a note, Greg was diagnosed as “pre-diabetic” last year and in dealing with that, we consulted with a nutritionist. Turns out that while milk has protein, it doesn’t have nearly enough to compensate for the sugars in it — liquid carbs are instantly turned into sugar. Drinking milk won’t help with sugar shock much (as you discovered) — a handful of peanuts, some cheese, or some beef jerky would work much better. Sorry! It was a sad, sad day for Greg — he lives for milk. He’s just learned to balance his carbs with protein and he’s doing great now. No worries about “The Diabetes” here but we’re super careful!
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Those liquid sugars are a beast!! I miss Orange Juice. ~W
I figured you were more of a 24 carat kind of gal. Miss you! I look forward to catching up on your recent posts. I shall not inhale, but shall savor every word.
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Well, if you want to talk carats, then I’m really a Platinum girl. 😀 Miss you too… good to see you here. Hope all is well on your end… did you see you have another convert? :D~W
So, now what will you reward yourself with? Will you have a slice of the Best Carrot cake every week? 🙂 I’m trying to get my butt to the gym every week day. Weekends are family time. When the snow melts I’ll try to get on the bicycle every day. I like a change of scenery when I’m exercising. Good luck with your muscle makin’! 🙂
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I don’t know about every week… but certainly this Friday!! 😀 ~W
I love carrot cake…it really is one of my favorites (you notice I’m using the word “one of”…I would hate to limit myself) ahem.
You are doing wonderfully on your weekly work-outs! What great progress as well…isn’t it nice to see something for all of your hard work??? I mean, besides the sugary snacks as a reward here and there…
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Well, carrot cake is cheaper than Stuart Weitzman shoes. Which, would be my preference. I know what you mean about limiting yourself… usually I’m a chocolate girl, but this carrot cake is out of this world good. 😀 ~W
Thanks for stopping by! I finally was able to get a picture on my header – it’s still too big. I couldn’t eat a Goo Goo. I get a “high” just looking at it! Carrot cake and oatmeal cookies are usually safe for me . . . Stay focused on your workouts. I’m trying to do the same.
Blessings,
Kim C.
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I think the trick is to reward yourself once in awhile for all the good effort. Because weight loss takes time, so you need something along the way. It doesn’t have to be sugar tho! A new book, a bunch flowers, something that makes you happy… anything that’s enough of a reason to keep you at it!! Blessings to you as well. ~W
Yuck ! I did the sugar thing with cookies, needless to say I have no desire to eat even one now. The up and down of the scale is driving me crazy right it’s now nice to know I’m are not alone in the sugar battle.
Mom
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Just keep at it. I have to say, these shoes are AMAZING. I really feel the difference in my workout, and I think that’s why I’m building muscle and trimming down. 😀 ~W
I used to drink Coke and when I started this diet (almost a year ago, wow) I stopped drinking it. I didn’t cut down – I just quit. I thought I was going to start killing random strangers before I stopped jonesing for a Coke.
It was easier for me to give myself little goals and then give myself a small treat for achieving it. I think half a slice of carrot cake is an excellent reward – and it will help you stay on track, so you don’t lose your mind from complete sugar deprivation. 😀
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Exactly! I like having these little incentives. 😀 ~W
Hey, did you HAVE to put a photo of the luscious carrot cake on your site? I’m drooling all over my laptop. Yummy yummy. It sounds like you are doing great!
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Oh, my apologies to your laptop. 😀 ~W
I’m not a goo goo OR a carrot cake girl myself. For me it was the Frango Mint.
*sigh*
Congratulations, dear. YOU ROCK!
I need to workout. Seriously. Yoga is good, but I need some hard core aerobics to trim my waist. (quite honestly, the inches ARE much better than the pounds, so keep it up! As you know, muscle weighs more than fat!)
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Mmmm, Frangos. I love the Raspberry ones. Geeze, can’t remember when I had those last. AGES ago! I hear you about aerobics… I really needed to bust a move. Although, I hear some forms of Yoga can really work you into a sweat. Not that I’ll ever do them. In my youth I was a runner… and I’m afraid those days are gone, but the treadmill and my fantasy life suffice. 😀 ~W
yeah you!
i just split a luscious piece of carrot cake this afternoon with three others…so, so good.
oh, and i tagged you for a meme. (of course, feel no sense of obligation)
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Oh, thanks for tagging me… I’m afraid I don’t Meme any more. I’m such an Iconoclast. *snarf* ~W
you sound like you are making terrific strides!
I’m impressed.
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Well, I’m “striding” at least. Whew! Hard work, but it’s rewarding to know at least I’m doing something. Progress is very slow, but I expected that, so it’s all good. 😀 ~W