Updating, again, day eighteenth.

I skipped three days..somehow.. Well, no, I worked out on the 24th, but didn't write about it. I skipped two days, as per my agreement and today I worked out again.

As promised on the day 20, we shall be seeing pictures, to see how much I lost. Not much, don't expect a lot but hey..some would be good :D

Five am in the morning, I did. Day sixteenth

Yes, yes I did.
David even watched me too. I am sore, but definately proud of myself. Don't want to skip a day becuase it's important not to.

I've been reading about it, and it says thtat it takes about a month and a half to see results. So six weeks worth of Tae Boing.

This is a day..sixteenth, I think. I did stop due to sickness and such. So after about fourty some days I should see significant weight decrease and size decrease.

Woohoo for me :D
For now, I iz sore. :D

Another day in the morning.

I give up.
Time on the clock, dividing day for me - is not going to work out okay?
I don't live the same way the world's clock lives and three in the morning the next day, to me is still three am THIS day. Why? Because I count days by my sleeping cycle, and given how I am running on about two hours of it, total for the last 36 hours, I am still stuck somewhere in monday night land.

I will attempt to sleep though tonight. I promise. However, last night's insomnia strangely didn't made me drop dead as soon as I got home. I had plenty of energy to do things, only clocking into bed after I had a meal. Food coma will always do that to me. But guess what - I was awake some two hours later - that is considering that by the time I actually went to sleep it was over 24 hours having to do without.

Of course, you all don't care about my sleeping cycle.
What you do care about is whether or not I worked out today.

And yes, yes I did. I worked out pretty hard, I'm still sweating over here. I guess I am going to go take a hot, hot bath and attempt to pass out in order to stimulate or at least immitate normal sleeping cycle.

Another day, Another Tae bo.

Julie, I see nothing from you. Again. I am growing very impatient. I hope you are not sick. If you aren't, I expect you to post. And don't tell me this that you don't have time crap. I saw you on neopets last night till almost FOUR am.

Post.
Rawr.

So, blog number something.

This is the blog, in light of my promise to Julie to work out every day and post my records of what I did. I don't think I can possibly take photos and upload them of my food every day but I can definately write about working out.

So, lets start from beginning.
About a week ago I decided to go back into the groove and work out, but I came down with a very wicked case of stomach flu that had me (pardon me) shitting water for an entire week. I was on juice and jello and sometimes, sometimes my stomach tolerated broths. But it's been about two days since I've been eating solid foods, and David has been much better so I decided it is time to work out.

Let me tell you something. It doesn't matter how fit you are or how long you've been doing this - Tae Bo is challenging as all mother fucking hell. Pardon my language. But you know what? I did it. From the start to the end, I did it. I know, it's almost the next day but considering I'll work out sometimes tonight in the evening, I count this as the day previous. So.

I'm hoping to lose some more weight - I've already made good progress, with dropping about two dress sizes and I'm going to make the same progress until I am at my desired weight/size. Goal is summer, sexy, sexy Temari and Kabuto hot action cosplay ;). Bigger goal - wedding, I must be slim for my wedding, can't be a fucking cow.

So, here's the progress. I digress doing this shit, and Julie, you've not updated for almost six days. WHY??? I am going to be rather mad with you if you quit doing Tae Bo. I expect a report :P So report!!

I know, it's tedious, but let us remember why we're doing it. You're going to be one hell of a sexy neji and I am going to be one knock out Temari. You and I need to get our shit in gear and WORK our asses off, so let us work our asses off. I expect you to work out tomorow as well.

I shall post.
Love to all.

Sick.

The moment I decide to get back into the groove, is the moment I come down with stomach flu. How amazing.

Lets try this again.

I know, I know. I've said it before. I will do it.
I am trying, I am such a bad girl for it though.

But I have to, I have to and this time is different than all the others. I will, when I say I will and I will.

So here's to the ..yet again..trying.

Tired.

Today I'm prolly going to post like two or so times. I am very ehxausted now and after quelching my hungreeeeh stomach with some good food (rice, veggies and chicken cooked in the slow cooker) I think I iz going to take a nap. I'll post about my work out, after I do.

So far I've been a good girl. Had some boiled chicken, veggies and a quarter of cup of rice for breakfast. Just had the same thing for lunch. Will definately work out :D

See you all after then :D

Congrats Sang on teh poundage losted.

Trial anew.

I started this blog at unfortunate time. Friend's wedding allowed me to have an excuse of not to work out because sometimes a lot of things had to be done. So, I didn't work out because I could get away with it.

That life is no more.

I purchased some new tae bo video tapes, hoping that I will get back into it, kicking and working. This video, I think is a bit more compact, not as strenious, but according to billie is still as good as any of his old videos. I guess the reason why I stopped doing tae bo, was because I was getting so tired of doing the same fucking thing over, and over, and over again.

So, here's to new beginnings. I worked out, deliberately today for the first time. Yay me.
Work out is 55 min - almost an hour. My goal, within three months, to be able to do this every day in the morning and then go swimming in the after noon. When I said I want to look fucking hot for my wedding, I wasn't kidding people :D

Mary, Sang, how are you gals doing?

Day two. Failure..yes?

Dun dun dun. Here be pitchures :D. Remember, one mock per fold, kthnx :D Here's me. God I want to kill myself, just looking at that.














Okay. So sorry to burn your eyeballs but here it is. My progress photos. God, stupid farmer's tan on the driver's side's hand.

Now, today I've been a good girl, or at least I think.

For breakfast, I had a cup of rice. Yes. Just a cup of rice for breakfast, to make it simple and calorie light.

For lunch, I had boiled two cups of rice for david and myself, had half a cup, gave David a cup, some borsh and some fixins and ate half a cup for dinner with some fixins. I need to have three meals a day otherwise, my tummy goes crazy.

I made fixins really easily. First, you take a big lots of veggies. I take, for example, green onyon, chicken chunks (try one quarter of a breast, should be sufficient), bell pepper, tomatoe and carrot, chop it all up in big chunks and slap it on the skillet, where I cook'em for about ten minutes, covered.














Then I add chillie, some water, turn the gas on low and let it simmer while rice cooks. David says its' really good and he's a picky eater. Here's what it looks like with chillie already in.




















That was enough to feed david, myself, get myself a dinner plate and save some for tomorow. I only used a half can of chillie this time instead of a whole thing.

Oh, and who could forget borsh. It added up to about a cup and a half of liquids and solids for both david and I. Didn't take a picture of it, will next time though :D





See? We're making improvements. Okay, bed time for me nows :D

Measurments.

Waist: 46
Chest: 48
Arm: 15
Leg: 31

Weight: 260. This is the heaviest I've ever been. I was 245 before I lost almost all of it. That was when the picture was taken. I went from 245 to about 180 in three months.

I've been a bad girl and I had fast food, but I only ate the egg and the sausage (I always order breakfast) and threw away the buns.

I'll post pictures as soon as the camera loads. Please, one mock per fold :D

Following inspiration.

I've noticed, a lot of times when it came to weight loss, I am the worst person to go to about.
I lie to my friends about it, a lot, I lie to my fiance, again, a lot and the worst part, I lie to my self, the only person I cannot fool.

I'm getting fed up. I'm sick and tired of my growing size, I need a place to come face to face with myself, to look at pictures and say, enough is enough, Yelena. Your father would have been ashamed of you.

I have a great motivation, I want to be drop dead gorgeous for my wedding, which is in three years. I know, I sorta missed the deadline with Shannon's and Wes' wedding, but I still want to try it, again.

My father was an alcoholic when he was younger. He drank a lot and lost a lot of things and people he cared for. But one day, he took a look at his life and said "No, I will do this no longer." He quit. Cold turkey. Just like that, and despite what a lot of people say, I believe that strong will isn't a hereditary, it's an infection. One person will infect another and it never stops. I have the virus, I want to use it.

My problem is myself and my comfort zone. I have an amazing circle of friends who are incredible people. Sure, I sometimes bitch and moan about things, but I believe, I've been lucky so far and I don't know any bad people. Everyone that surrounds me, in my every day life, is an extraordinary person. I have a fiance who is possibly the second most amazing guy on this planet, after my late father. I am lucky, for he loves me for me, not for what I look like. He even proposed to me, despite the fact that I'm overweight. But I take too much comfort in that knowledge and instead of making myself better because I'm improving my own health and self confidence, I just use it as an excuse. I want to turn an excuse into support and inspiration.

My weight causes me a lot of depression issues. I usually get depressed and then I eat. I need to break that habit, I need to get rid of it, I need to stop turning to the fridge for comfort. I know, it's hard on David to see me so down on myself, so negative about myself, and although I've improved a lot since we moved in together, I am still proned to that "I am too fat to be loved" mood. I want to loose weight so I no longer make him sad, because seeing him upset because I am wishing to die over my insecurities hurts a lot more than I ever thought it would.

I will blog what I eat every day, what I do for work out and I will use this to talk myself into working out tomorrow. My goal is 8 weeks - two months. I will weight and measure myself and post the measurements here. I'll also take pictures, not nudies, don't worry.

I'm not going to obsess with the scale, I'm going to simply do it once, and do it again at the end of eight weeks.

Here we go.
Wish me luck.