Been rereading my actual journal. It's actually quite an inspiration. Since getting my tongue pierced, I have lost 3 lbs as of this morning (106.0). I haven't weighed myself since then. once the aid leaves my house, I am going to weigh-in and shower.
150 jumping jack
60 crunches
50 leglifts on each leg
Stretches
Cream corn(100)
Applesauce(120)
After I ate, around 230p, I felt horrible. Like I had gained five pounds from the corn. One hour to go... and I will know. I really want to go to the gym, but with my not having a job, and the price of gas, I really can't afford to drive to campus on days I really don't need to be driving anywhere... SO cannot wait to get home, lay my carpet out, and set up my treadmill. It will be wonderful. Run in the morning, walk for a bit at night. :)
I'm not sure, really what to do about the whole laxative thing. The last time I took them was tuesday night. I'm not sure if I should maybe taker 1-2, once a week, or what. I just DON'T KNOW! I just feel if I take them, then I will want to continue taking them... Honestly, I think if I had insurance, I would probably go to the dorctors. Not to recover, just to check and see if I have done any real damage. But, alas, I do not. Help?
And so I went through the looking glass, stepped into the netherworld, where up is down, and food is greed, where convex mirrors cover the walls, where death is honour and flesh is weak. It is ever do easy to go. Harder to find your way back. _Marya Hornbacker, Wasted.
Showing posts with label exercise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label exercise. Show all posts
30 April 2011
16 April 2011
Negative
The best I can say for the past four days is I didn't gain. SW:105.4. This morning CW: 105.4.
Today:
wake up, cafe (30).
Drove to campus, use treadmill (-250)
Then at 1pm - Salad(french blend, 13; FF Dressing, 30)= (43)
5pm - Apple (80)
Ricecake(40) with jam(10)
Total: 203
Treadmill: -250
Net Total: -47
That is actually SO much food. This way, I can eat a couple times, rather than making myself wait until afternoon and wanted a shit ton of sweets.
This was not what I wanted for today, to just not have gained... Because of this, I am going to motivate myself even more, especially when I get to finally move back home. |I am going to buy a treadmill.| Simple as that. I am looking at a few different ones. I figure I am going to go to Sports Authority and Dick's Sporting when I finally go home on Wednesday. With the warrantee and tax, my max is going to be 700. Prefferably 600. I figure it is for a good cause though. :) Time for that salad... I'm so scared to eat it. But I WILL have control today! I will.
Today:
wake up, cafe (30).
Drove to campus, use treadmill (-250)
Then at 1pm - Salad(french blend, 13; FF Dressing, 30)= (43)
5pm - Apple (80)
Ricecake(40) with jam(10)
Total: 203
Treadmill: -250
Net Total: -47
That is actually SO much food. This way, I can eat a couple times, rather than making myself wait until afternoon and wanted a shit ton of sweets.
This was not what I wanted for today, to just not have gained... Because of this, I am going to motivate myself even more, especially when I get to finally move back home. |I am going to buy a treadmill.| Simple as that. I am looking at a few different ones. I figure I am going to go to Sports Authority and Dick's Sporting when I finally go home on Wednesday. With the warrantee and tax, my max is going to be 700. Prefferably 600. I figure it is for a good cause though. :) Time for that salad... I'm so scared to eat it. But I WILL have control today! I will.
13 April 2011
Those In Glass Houses
Why didn't I think of this before?!?! I went to the gym again today, (-220). It is soo much better now. I barely feel the urge to eat anymore. Before, I would have to pass through the kitchen to go to the basement to do laundry, and I would find myself rooting in the fridge for some cookies. they weren't even GOOD cookies, they were just there and crunchy and whatever, but now, I don't even really want them. Why eat them. 2 cookies would mean twenty-five minutes on the treadmill. No thanks. I realize now, I was 'confusing' boredom for hunger. Not anymore.
I talked to my professor, and rearranged my testing schedule, so instead of going home on the 17th of May, I will not be going home on the 13th! The trade-off for this, however, is on the 11th I have my stats test 8-10, then my English final 1010-12. Then I have a test on the 9th during the scheduled class time, as well as my History final on the 13th 2-4. Then I will finally be able to go home. I can't believe it. 30 days. That is all. That is nothing. Simple. My GW for the day I go home, as of right now, is 95, but surely that will be modified as I lose more weight. We shall see my progress.
To distract myself from boredom, I have been walking to Dunkin Donuts, getting a coffee. Making pretty tables and charts to keep me on track. I was knitting, but I ran out of yarn... Randomly organizing and reorganizing my room.
I feel like a cop-out. I got Maderma for the worse of my scars. It's not that I am ashamed of them. I do not want to get rid of them. However, as of late, I will wake up in the middle of the night because they hurt and itch so bad. I am hoping with the Maderma, once the scars get a bit smaller, they won't hurt as bad. Hopefully.
I talked to my professor, and rearranged my testing schedule, so instead of going home on the 17th of May, I will not be going home on the 13th! The trade-off for this, however, is on the 11th I have my stats test 8-10, then my English final 1010-12. Then I have a test on the 9th during the scheduled class time, as well as my History final on the 13th 2-4. Then I will finally be able to go home. I can't believe it. 30 days. That is all. That is nothing. Simple. My GW for the day I go home, as of right now, is 95, but surely that will be modified as I lose more weight. We shall see my progress.
To distract myself from boredom, I have been walking to Dunkin Donuts, getting a coffee. Making pretty tables and charts to keep me on track. I was knitting, but I ran out of yarn... Randomly organizing and reorganizing my room.
I feel like a cop-out. I got Maderma for the worse of my scars. It's not that I am ashamed of them. I do not want to get rid of them. However, as of late, I will wake up in the middle of the night because they hurt and itch so bad. I am hoping with the Maderma, once the scars get a bit smaller, they won't hurt as bad. Hopefully.
12 April 2011
Plan 15698531
Today was actually quite a good day. Yesterday morning, when I stepped on the scale and saw a significant gain, I flipped. I went to the store and bought new running shoes - this way, I feel obligated to run no matter what because I spent money on them.
Today, I had a presentation and felt like this one kid, who was smirking and whispering throughout my presentaion, was laughing at me so I started hyperventilating and shaking, so I just said that was it, and sat down. My professor wasn't very understanding and gave me a 75 overall on my paper and presentaion...
Because of that, I was more upset. When I went back to my house to get my gym clothes, I had three cookies, purged, and promised to run extra when I got to the gym.
Gym:
Treadmill, 30 miutes - 235 cals
Workout DVD - 120
My net calories for the day was 350. Not too bad, considering, I suppose.
One week from tomorrow, I go home. I need to loose at least 3 lbs by then. That's all I ask for, please please PLEASE!
|~~~|
I can't stand this body anymore, this fat. The swollen glands from purging. The aches in my teeth. I am getting better at control. My weight gain was the result of one very painful day.
Many things had gone very badly, I ate Subway. When I got home, I tried to purge. After about ten minutes, my throat felt like it was on fire and ripping to shred. After I gave up and was weak, my stomach continued to try to rid itself of its contents. I was continuously burping, and at one point I did purge a bit of it involuntarily, but the rest just couldn't come up. I was so very scared. Lieing in bed that night, my heart felt like it was running a marathon. I was up until 5am because I was scared to sleep. I was not tired. I was just scared. Terrified of the number to come the next day. 105.8 (yesterday morning). I almost died of shame. As of tonight, I was 104.8. It CAN be done.
I am going to have a salad with dressing and cucumber (41), yogurt(100), coffee with cafe(70). I will also be going to the gym daily after my class to use the treadmill (-200 to -250). Things will be better.
To distract myself today, I made a fancy-looking chart to track my daily food and exercise as well as weekly weight loss. I figure it will be more motivation with it displayed on my wall for me to see every day.
Today, I had a presentation and felt like this one kid, who was smirking and whispering throughout my presentaion, was laughing at me so I started hyperventilating and shaking, so I just said that was it, and sat down. My professor wasn't very understanding and gave me a 75 overall on my paper and presentaion...
Because of that, I was more upset. When I went back to my house to get my gym clothes, I had three cookies, purged, and promised to run extra when I got to the gym.
Gym:
Treadmill, 30 miutes - 235 cals
Workout DVD - 120
My net calories for the day was 350. Not too bad, considering, I suppose.
One week from tomorrow, I go home. I need to loose at least 3 lbs by then. That's all I ask for, please please PLEASE!
|~~~|
I can't stand this body anymore, this fat. The swollen glands from purging. The aches in my teeth. I am getting better at control. My weight gain was the result of one very painful day.
Many things had gone very badly, I ate Subway. When I got home, I tried to purge. After about ten minutes, my throat felt like it was on fire and ripping to shred. After I gave up and was weak, my stomach continued to try to rid itself of its contents. I was continuously burping, and at one point I did purge a bit of it involuntarily, but the rest just couldn't come up. I was so very scared. Lieing in bed that night, my heart felt like it was running a marathon. I was up until 5am because I was scared to sleep. I was not tired. I was just scared. Terrified of the number to come the next day. 105.8 (yesterday morning). I almost died of shame. As of tonight, I was 104.8. It CAN be done.
I am going to have a salad with dressing and cucumber (41), yogurt(100), coffee with cafe(70). I will also be going to the gym daily after my class to use the treadmill (-200 to -250). Things will be better.
To distract myself today, I made a fancy-looking chart to track my daily food and exercise as well as weekly weight loss. I figure it will be more motivation with it displayed on my wall for me to see every day.
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