Pre-Turkey Day Weigh In Results

Turkey day is almost here and with it, the end of the competition between me and my brother. Now I don't know about him but I'm certainly not going to complain about the results because it means he has to take my kids for a weekend!!!

Nathan lost 2.88% of his body weight and I lost 4.43%. I'm incredibly proud of both of us. We both stuck to our guns and managed to pull off an incredible weight loss over the last 6 weeks. And we're not done yet!

I'm officially down 18 pounds since the end of August. That is such an incredible feeling especially because it means I'm down a pants size. I've still got a long ways to go but I'm definitely happy with how far I've come in three months.

Tomorrow brings family, good food, and a lot of be thankful for, including my wonderful family and friends. And for just one day, I'm going to eat whatever I want! Saturday kicks off yet another competition with my sister-in-law. She's going on a cruise in January and is trying to fit into the dress she wore at our wedding. Me...I'm just looking for an excuse to be able to buy clothes in a smaller size. Hopefully we both get what we want!

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Progress: One Day At A Time

Apparently complaining about hitting a plateau was enough to kick start me up again. All I'll say is I'm pleased with where I'm at. I'd like to leave my brother in suspense for the next week. *insert smiley face here*

I didn't get up and work out this morning. I just didn't have the energy. But I'm not beating myself up. I'm trying really hard to live by the philosophy of taking it one day at a time. I will have good days and bad days and everything else in between. There will be days where I won't see any progress and will want to do nothing more than give up (read: last week) but I won't. And there will be those days where everything goes right and I go to bed feeling fabulous. Those days? They're the best days and the ones that make this journey worthwhile. Today wasn't one of those days but it was a step in the right direction.

Plateaus Are The Worst!

Why does losing weight have to be so hard? I did so awesome during my challenge with my sister-in-law but this current challenge is harder for some reason. I'm down a little over 4 pounds, which is nothing to scoff at but it seems like no matter how hard I work out or how much I watch my calories, the weight just doesn't want to come off.

I'm trying to tell myself that I'm actually building some muscle, and maybe part of that is true, but I'm not sure that's it. I've done fairly well with getting up in the morning to work out (not 100% mind you) but I've been pretty consistent. I get at least 30 minutes in at a time. And I've been pretty good about sticking to my calorie count. I'm not doing anything different than I did during my first challenge. If anything, I've stepped it up. So why is it that when I step on the scale, the number doesn't move? It's so frustrating!

I'm sure stress doesn't help and I've had more than my fair share of it these past few weeks between work and children with ear infections and bad attitudes. Don't get me wrong...I'm happy with the fact that I've lost over 14 pounds since the end of August. I'm just feeling a little defeated, particularly this last week.

I've got two more weeks in my challenge with my brother and I need to get past this plateau. If anyone has any tips or tricks to get my body kick started again, I would love to hear them. I can't let him win!

Wednesday = Whining, Workouts, and Wine

Today has been a bit of a challenge. Getting up this morning about killed me. I was snuggled in all cozy in a super deep sleep when my stupid alarm clock chimed in to remind me, "oh yeah, you vowed to get up early to work out". I just read that in my head with a super whiny/bitchy tone. It accurately describes how I was feeling.

Then, my workout was interrupted twice. Once because the dog didn't come when I called him. Nor did he come the next 10 times that I called him. I discovered him still snuggled in bed. What an ass! Then I had to go potty. I gave up my workout after 25 minutes. Today, that will have to be good enough.

The kicker was getting a call at 10:30 this morning to tell me that Keegan was running a fever of 102. I tried to call Glenn as I had a full schedule but to no avail. Cancel said meetings, get him a doctor's appointment, and lo and behold, ear infection! Poor little guy. He's holding up pretty well despite everything but I can tell he's miserable. He actually snuggled with me before he fell asleep. That's pretty rare these days as he only does one thing and that's move...fast. Hopefully some antibiotics and a good night's sleep will make everything all better. If not, mommy's always got wine!

Mornings Will Never Be My Friend

I managed to drag my butt out of bed for my first workout this morning. It was not pretty. I don't think my eyes cleared until well into my workout. Perhaps the sweat dripping down into them helped.

I did Tae Bo. It was exhausting. But as I sit here in my sweaty clothes drinking a big glass of water, I'm reminded that I did it. I got up, got my butt downstairs, and completed a 30 minute workout. And now I'm done for the day. I can come home from work and enjoy my evening with my family.

Mornings may not be my friend but they will definitely make my nights more enjoyable.

New Me November

November is here and bringing a few challenges (all positive!) with it. But I'll get to that in a minute.

My baby celebrated his first Halloween, which prompted me to realize that 21 days from today, he will turn 1. I can't believe how fast this year has gone by. Last Halloween I was running up and down the stairs handing out candy. I was 9 months pregnant. This year was much better!

 

 

My other baby decided to be a ninja turtle this year. Specifically, the red one. He made it almost an hour trick or treating before the cold got the best of him. He spent the rest of the night helping me hand out candy. Glenn Jackson believes in giving out handfuls so luckily we don't have much left. I'd be a goner if we need.

 



I, for one, am looking forward to what November will bring. As you know, I'm in a competition with my brother to see who can lose the most amount of weight by November 26. I've heard rumors that he's exercising (what???), which means I'm kickin'er down starting now. Starting Monday, I am committing to waking up at 5:30/5:45 every weekday morning to get my work out in. If you know me, you'd know that this challenge might kill me. I loves me some sleep.

Glenn and I are also committed to meal planning, which should hopefully help us from making 12 trips to Target in a week. Today we planned out what we're eating for the next two weeks, made our grocery list, and actually stuck to it. I was so impressed with myself! I also made pita chips, roasted three batches of pumpkin seeds, and made some chocolate chip cookies. Rowan insisted on the cookies as he felt he needed to also "cook".

Only 27 days to Thanksgiving, which means only 28 days to Black Friday shopping. Ahh, my favorite shopping day of the year! I can't wait!