It was late in the season, but the girls and I went strawberry picking yesterday. The weather was perfect and we had a great time. We each got to pick one pint, ride the train, have a doughnut and cider, and play in the play area.
It was definitely worth the drive!
Posted in kidlets, memories, Michigan Adventures
As you may remember, I love PiYo, one of the Beachbody workouts. I have also done the Brazilian Butt Lift, Insanity and now I am going to once again tackle the 21 Day Fix.
The Fix is a workout plan and eating plan all together. I did the exercise once. This time I am going to add the eating plan. Yesterday I spent a ton of time researching recipes and making my grocery list.
It’s time to get real here.
Here is my week one eating plan:
Daily: Egg Mug
Lunch: Strawberry Salad or Tuna Salad. The strawberry salad is strawberries, almonds, spinach and vinagerette.
Dinner: Macaroni and Cheese. Meatloaf Muffins. Shepherd’s Pie. Baked Ziti. Broccoli and Cheese Stuffed Chicken. Flatbread Pizza. Fried Rice.
You can get the recipes by clicking the underlined words.
I have not figured out snacks yet. I think we’ll try it as mostly veggies and fruit and maybe tackle some special treats next week.
Each of my days will start with a 30 minute workout and then continue with healthy eating and walking. The goal is to realign my eating to clean eating with good portion sizes. I tried to also pick dinners that the family would like to bring them on the journey with me.
I need to lose weight. I need to get healthy. What have you done to successfully lose weight? What is your motivation that helps you get there?
Posted in 21 Day Fix
Posted in blog hops, multitude mondays
When it all comes down to it, it turns out I am basically 4 years old. Head on over to Project Semicolon to see how I am like my youngest, Patrice.
Posted in Patrice, Project Semicolon
A few weeks ago, I read an article about actress and singer Demi Lovato and her struggles with Bipolar Disorder. In the article she said something to the affect of wishing people understood that Bipolar is much more than being too happy or depressed.
Amen.
It is so much more.
It is the mind playing tricks on you, telling you you are worthless, useless and your family would be better off without you–that if you would just end it all now, they could move on and have the life they deserve. It is not just these thoughts making you sad, but these thoughts coming fast and hard, wearing you down, yelling in your head until they seem to be the only truth there is.
It is the mind playing tricks on you, telling you that you are beautiful telling you that everyone is in awe of your confidence, that you should take on just one more project, and another, and another. Again, fast and loud. It makes you want to spin in circles…until it makes you angry, very, very angry. The sounds get too loud, the colors are too bright. And finally, or sometimes as a combo, comes the anxiety that exacerbates the anger, grows the fear, causing the suffocating frantic feeling.
Both poles, moving faster and faster. Both driving you to a point of desperation. Both telling you you need to escape but there is no place to go. Both putting the fight or flight feeling on red alert. Both ripping at you. Both causing constant noise in your head. Both destroying you bit by bit, every day.
Both.
Posted in Bipolar Disorder, depression
I hate food. I do. Really.
Don’t get me wrong. I love how it tastes. A little too much. It makes me forget what comes later…eaters remorse.
“Why did I eat that?”
“No wonder I can’t lose weight.”
“Why do I do this to myself all the time?”
“Why did I inhale those useless calories and then eat something right after it so the taste is just a memory?”
Why, why, why?
I’ve been trying to lose some weight. I’m not happy with my size or my flab. I love my legs, but I hate the rest of my body. I hate mirrors, they remind me of the weight I carry.
I exercise, faithfully. Biking, walking, running, PiYoing almost daily. I’ve got that part of healthy sorted out. It’s the darn food that kills me. I don’t know how to get a handle on it. I keep saying today, I will be better…and I turn out worse. I look at the yummy, and think, I don’t need that, or really want it, but it’s there and YUM.
Too bad I am not even done eating it before the eaters remorse hits. And then every bite feels like lead in my belly. Sitting there. Mocking me. Taunting me. Hating me.
I say I run, but really I’m a big blimp with little legs. I’m guessing most people think, aw, isn’t that cute–she’s trying to run. I do walk. Up to 12 miles a day, but for some reason no matter how much I do, it is never enough to make a difference.
I am frustrated and whiny about this right now. I have a Dairy Queen blizzard hating me. Sitting there. Mocking me. Taunting me.
Like I said–
I hate food.
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