Plan, Stupid, Plan!

When last we spoke, I mentioned that Jillian had added a team sport to the child's already crammed schedule. There was nothing, I mean NOTHING, about how to fit more into her already-over-scheduled days. So, what did I do? Whine. And then ... nothing. As a result, I too failed to find a solution. What a nerd.

You can't succeed without a plan. I went through the week "hoping" to find time to move. Right. That worked, said no lazy couch-lover, ever.

THE PLAN for Born Again Beginners: 1 Mile/day during the week and 2 miles on Saturdays. Really. I can't go home until it's done. There's the rule. Walking shoes in the car. No need to change clothes. Just walk. Just go.

Just DO IT, missy. No thinking. Just doing. No "iffing". Just doing. No "butting". Just doing. Every day. Before going home. Move.

I've calendared it, so it is so. See you next week.

Inspired by Dolvett

Well, who wouldn't be? But as the man whom I have dibbed as MY trainer, he has lit the fire under this old broad.

First, my week's goals. Get 8+ hrs of sleep and do 20 min of cleaning each morning. I did it and I love it!! This is a habit I can do! I just can't imagine fitting in the exercise. I did "move" this weekend. I cleaned out most of my garage so that I can get my little trailer in there before this week's storm. I also spent the weekend with friends. One has a horse, so I brushed him. That's moving!

This is love

This week's show did a few things, actually. Jillian supposedly relieved the horrendous schedule that Sunny lives with by .... ADDING crew? Really JM? I mean, I was excited because the girl was constantly doing something, so I was ready for Jillian's fix. Nothing. Maybe we'll get more insight next week.

Grammi, your weight is ...

I'm no longer in onederland. The good news is that I must be on Team Dolvett, because I have the red shirt. I'm going to actually publish my weight. If anyone is reading this, I want you to know that this is the single most difficult thing I have ever done. How insane is it that I have always kept my weight secret, when anyone with eyes can see it? Putting the true number out there is such a big deal to me. This time, however, I am not going to think. I'm just doing. Since my heart wasn't into this go-round, I figure that thinking will only get in the way.

So, here's the plan for the week: Sleep eight hours plus per night. Don't judge. I'm taking this in pieces. A lack of sleep is my number one enemy. Because I wake up at 4am during the school week, I NEED to structure my days so that I can actually fall asleep at 8pm. That means heading for bed even earlier. Oy. This is going to be tough! It's absolutely necessary, though. I eat sugars to keep myself awake and alert.

I also need to move when I wake up. The treadmill would be ideal, but I'm going to combine the need to fit more into my shorter days with moving ... 20 minutes of house cleaning. Sexy, isn't it? I've been doing the 20 minutes/day of cleaning plan for awhile, now, and I really like it. The only problem is that it's so darned hard to do that after a day at work. It was easy during vacation. Therefore, by moving it to my 4am wake-up, I will be knocking off one less chore and actually moving. This will cut into my FaceBook time, so I'll have to suffer through that.

I can devote less time to breakfast by having my oatmeal and coffee all made ahead of time. I'm doing this on the weekend with overnight oatmeal in the crockpot and making full pots of coffee on both days. I have enough of both to get me through the work week.

Sleep, clean, and admit my weight. Nothing is fun about this.

Checking In

What shall I call my make believe BL experience? The ranch, like they do? But it won't be as intense, so no. The ranchette? Done.

So I have checked in at the ranchette. Curiously, I appear to be the only one here. Odd. To begin, I have kicked the experience off with a little spa treatment. This is something I need to schedule, regularly!

Tomorrow, I weigh in. Gulp.

C.A.R.E.

Lost. For the first time in decades, I feel completely lost in weight loss land. I've never had a problem CARING before, but now I do. I'm gaining weight and losing muscle. I'm busy. I'm enjoying. I'm just not caring about the weight.

Therapy is beginning to tap into what is going on/has been going on with me on this topic since childhood. We found a "nugget" last week that she says will be a springboard for our next meeting. I hope so. I'm sick of the failure.

I didn't want to post this because it's the opposite of what this blog is supposed to even be about. Then again, it is part of the process, so on it goes. Meanwhile, I'm going to force the issue. I'm going to get back into doing it, even if I'm not feeling it. I had a crazy idea as I was watching The Biggest Loser. Since I'm a huge (double meaning) fan and I got to attend the premiere this season, where they gave us a T-Shirt, I could play pretend. If I pretend to care, maybe I will!

Stay tuned. I'm hoping I can fake it to reality.