Sunday, Sunday, Get Things Done Day

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Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest. I, however, cannot rest. I started this blog post at 3am because I was battling another bout of insomnia.  A couple hours later I drifted off into not so peaceful sleep to begin my day at 8 am with a coupe dishes and making a hearty breakfast.

A quick jaunt later and I’m sitting in my local Starbucks waiting for my Pumpkin Spice Latte (I’d tell you the exact thing I ordered, but you’d judge me! You should have seen the looks I got when they called out my order) and writing this post before I get back to getting some studying done for an upcoming work exam.

When I get a break from studying I need to make a meal plan for the week, along with go to the grocery store and then come home to prep. Needless to say it’s going to be a long one!  However, all the craziness shoved into one day is totally worth it.  Why?  Because Once I make all my meals for the week, I don’t have to cook again until next Sunday!  Can you imagine how much time that saves?

Having the extra couple hours in the day gives me an extra couple hours to do one of many things…

  • hangout with friends
  • clean my house
  • watch tv
  • work out
  • read
  • go on dates
  • relax
  • plan next challenge group
  • study

I’m pretty sure most of my time will be spent on the latter  two options, but they’re both pretty important things in my life! I’m currently studying for a LOMA class (don’t ask me what LOMA stands for because I can’t remember) but this one is on Marketing in Financial Services and the Marketing aspect is interesting, the Financial Services aspect- not so much (ooops that’s my field!).

As far as the challenge group- when I’m not busy serving the life insurance world I’m an online health and fitness motivator/inspirer.  Okay inspirer is not a word – that red squiggly line is currently screaming at me- but it sounds better than my official title of “Coach.”  When I think of the word coach i think of someone that runs around in a track suit with a whistle- yes I’m picturing Sue Sylvester from Glee.  What I do is help other women (and the ocassional man) find their best and happiest self through exercise and portion control.  I work along side them virtually while we’re all exercising daily and incorporating a healthy diet into our lifestyle while supporting each other.

Oh they’re calling my name!  My coffee is ready! Gotta Go!!

~Laughter and smiles

~Lizz~

 

Birthday Calories Don’t Exist

I came back last night from a weekend away with my friends. A weekend that just happened to coincide with my birthday. A weekend, smack dab in the middle of a 21 day fix round.  Usually on these weekends we gourge ourselves with food and alcohol. Usually I come back a handful of pounds heavier and feeling badly about myself. Not. This. Time!

I prepared myself in advance. I meal prepped what I wanted to eat for the long weekend and brought my food with me. Having Celiac usually means I have to bring a ton of my own food with me anyways, so this wasn’t a shocker to my friends.

I made breakfast bags- I measured out a cup of spinach, a cup of mushrooms and onions, and a cup of peppers- to be sautéed and put over eggs.  I packed a lunch of an English muffin, turkey bacon, guac and deli turkey to be eaten with cut up fruits and veggies.  Dinners were gluten free pasta with veggies and mozzarella and burrito bowls of quinoa, beans, chicken, corn, peppers, and onions.  I had my Shakeology shake every day.  I did my almost best to snack healthy- apples and peanut butter (okay maybe too much peanut butter), yogurt, veggies, chips with salsa and guac.  I tried to drink my water, but we know how bad I am at that.

I got up Friday morning and worked out, thank goodness for my laptop and Beachbody on Demand, I got to Cize it up for a half hour. I also got to chase around a toddler a lot, so I got some running in, until I twisted my ankle.

I went into this with the best of intentions. I know they say “the road to hell is paved with good intentions,” although I didn’t follow it to hell, I did take a few detours.  I enjoyed my chips and guac, I enjoyed my apples and peanut butter, I enjoyed my cheese and crackers, and I enjoyed the peanut m&m’s that kept winding up in front of me. The night of my birthday I had made a shake with alcohol in it and had one double chocolate sea salt macaroon. My will isn’t the strongest, but it’s not the weakest.

There were many times I wanted to cave and eat all the cookies someone gave my for my bday or drink more than one alcoholic drink.  I wanted to bury my face in my jar of peanut butter long after the apples work gone or find more crackers to eat with the cheese that was still there, but I didn’t. I reminded myself of my goal and the strength I do have.   I reminded myself that you can still have fun without alcohol and food and I did just that, had fun.

I stepped on the scale today with no deal breaking expectations. I knew that whatever the scale said was what it was and I would just move forward.  I was up just over a pound. I danced, I celebrated!  I don’t care that it’s a gain, because had this been last year the scale would have been up more than that. I would have eaten everything I could get my hands on.

I know how far I’ve come.