Retrospect On Mondays

So why is it Mondays always manage to feel like a lion trying to chew my legs off?  Like an epic life or death battle?  Not that this one was not successful!  I set goals on Friday:
1. Complete project and post pics here.
2. Work out at least twice.
3.  Not wreck workouts with bad eating.

Okay.  Now I sort of feel like maybe it was not so successful.  I DID work out twice AND we took the dogs for a 2.5 mile walk on the day I didn't.  YAY!

I did complete a few projects though not specifically the one I referenced on Friday.  Does it count that I sculpted something to help my daughter complete a school project ? (She had to create a hedgehog habitat so I sculpted 3 hedgehogs for her to use.)  I also helped her with some design ideas, though she did all the work and decided what went where, etc.  I created a collage for my husband for his St. Patrick's Day Triathlon and framed that so he could hang it in his accomplishment display.  I made an Easter sculpt and put that and another critter in my Etsy store. (http://www.etsy.com/shop/aleciaedwards)  And I finished another critter, but forgot the pics so he did not get listed.  Overall I feel like I wrapped up two things that were dangling out there 95% complete, and created (or helped create) at least two more.  Even though the original goal was not completed, I still feel like it was a victory!

Which leaves the eating. Ugh.  Was doing well Friday.  Chik-fil-a for Saturday breakfast was probably not too great on the 'best-things-to-put-in-your-piehole' list.  Got home from the grocery store to find husband had slipped Reeses Peanut Butter Eggs in the basket.  My arch nemesis, those things are.  It was ugly.  Let's just say that with help from my family - more specifically my son and husband - that bag was gone by nightfall.  Fine.  That blew it for Saturday, Sunday would be better, right?  Uh-huh.  No.  We went out to eat with my mother-in-law and had burgers and steak fries. FAIL.

I will say that I feel like I sort of managed 2 of 3.  AND I hired a trainer.  The idea is to have this person design my workouts for the month, then I carry them out.  The first week of the next month, we meet and make any necessary adjustments.  This way I maintain some sense of responsibility.  The haha of the whole thing was that we did an analysis and decided my biggest obstacle to success was my lack of accountability.  Not that I couldn't or hadn't.  That I simply need someone to admonish me for not doing it that I had no emotional connection to.  (Someone I could dislike strongly enough to prove wrong is more like it!) :P

I give myself a B for this weekend.  It feels like a B anyway!

Keeping a promise.

Okay so I really made it to myself, but that should still count.  In fact, maybe it should count more...  I don't have anything incredulous planned for the weekend.  A glimmer of hope that the sun this weekend will not be accompanied by that awful north wind we have had lately.  No sun can warm you when that mess is blowing!  I find myself wanting to finish up a sculpture I started and left off from over 6 months ago.  Funny because about 2 weeks ago I found myself wondering if I would ever want to do that sort of project again.  I suppose that is my answer.  I absolutely must hit the gym before I am allowed to start, though.  (Yet another promise I have made to myself I must keep.)

I can't be the only one that is constantly promising myself to do better, only to figure out a way to break it and blame something outside of me.  Truth is, it is my choice, my decision, my consequence.  I have to be better about not wrecking myself.  Being my own worst enemy, of sorts.

So I will work out then sculpt.  (A little voice inside my head just said - unless your friend calls and suggests you go sit on the patio and sip fruity ANYTHING.  Then we will workout later!  And smiles coyly.)  Evil.  Truly.

Goal: 
  1.  Pictures of finally finished project on this blog come Monday.  Deal.
  2. Work out today and and least one other day this weekend. Fine.
  3.  Afterthought goal:  Don't wreck all the working out with eating bad stuff. Ugh....

Shall we see how I do?

Pardon Our Dust

I started to say pardon my dust, but really, sometimes there are more 'me's than even I care to admit.  So!  When I started out I wanted a place that I could share all of the things my cats do to make my life 'easier'.  Uh-huh.  Thing is - days go by and nothing worth noting happens.  Course there are those days when minutes can't go by without something happening....

With the encouragement of a couple of friends, I decided to actually participate in this blog and to thoroughly do that, I am widening its scope to include my ramblings on the things that generally interest, amuse or aggravate me.  We will cover the constant journey that is not only weight loss, but healthier living.  Books are a big part of my life and I have a lot to say about them apparently.... :P  Life's little mishaps and observations will undoubtedly make an appearance and you will certainly end up seeing my creations - from sculpting to decorating.  Of course I will have something to say about my zoo which includes 2 cats, 2.5 dogs, 2 kids and a spouse.  Don't tell him when I write about him.  Unless I say something nice. :P 

Come to think of it, I should have used a pseudonym....