aah phooey

So I was a little indulgent last night. And last afternoon. Plus I havent been exercising and am relying on dieting alone. 

Damn.

I know I should be consistent with my diet and exercise. I know I'm losing weight (albeit a bit slowly). I shouldn't get all cocky and lethargic. But its damnably hard to stay motivated. Plus, with my peers and friends all heading off to gym, aerobics and/or yoga, it becomes a little irritating that I'm at home with my elliptical. If its a toss-up between elliptical and ogling Simon Baker aka The Mentalist, pass me the drool bucket. 

I have to get off my lazy ass. I want to fit into my leather tights. I want to look good. But will looking good and being fit make me happy? All this boredom and lethargy in my life, how on earth would being fit help??

ye-haw!!!!

62.6 kg bitches.

*I dance around the room*

Now, I have exactly 4 months to get my bloobness down to MILF territory.

who says I cant wear a bikini!

The Perfect Body (?)

While trawling through countless fitness websites, and obsessing over movie stars' bikini photos, in which the pretty young things (and, thankfully, middle-age-yet-still-super-hot-and-also-my-age-so-YAY!-there-is-hope-for-me things) are looking disgustingly gorgeous and sexy with toned legs, washboard abs, and damn decent racks, I started wondering whether I would be happy if I worked out like a donkey and ended up with that body.

The answer was an obvious YES. Now, before I get hate-mail and flames (which I wont, since no one reads this blog, so Yay!) I meant would I be happy in regard to my whole body image issues and how fat and flabby I am. 

But, here's where the issue gets complicated. Where would I stop? Would I want a flat stomach? Yes! But then what if I wanted definition and a six pack? What if I wanted a tiny ass as opposed to J Lo and Beyonce?  What if I decided to have a flat chest too? (perish the thought) 

What is the ideal body? What is in the minds of millions of women calorie counting, dieting, exercising all over the world? Is there an ideal body? I doubt it. I think once one gets sucked up into this maelstrom of weight issues, boot camp workouts, lunges, squats, kettlebells and no fat, no soduim, no sugar, no nothing diet, even if you get the supposedly perfect body, you'll still think you can do better. That there is still something to improve. Maybe your boobs should be a size less? Maybe your abs should have a touch more definition. And lets not even get started on maintaining that perfect(?) body.

So, does this post mean I am giving up? No way in hell. But, I will be more realistic about my goals and I will TRY to stop this bikini envy of mine!!!

Chicken Dance Part Two

I can fit my fat ass into some of my skinny clothes!!!!

*I do the chicken dance*

Ok, so my t-shirts are still tight and I look around 3 months pregnant in them but at least I have my jeans. Plus, one of my friends got me this absolutely gorgeous esprit skirt way back and I could never squeeze my big ass into it. Well, now I can!!!!

Its only been a month and although I haven't lost a lot of weight, my clothes fit better, I feel more energized, and I'm not bloated.

Yay!

I do the chicken dance

Yeahya! Just weighed myself this morning and yours truly is now 63.8 kg!!!!!

Ahem.

:D

So, its been about a month since I listed my measurements, weight, and my aspirations re the latter. Since then I have been sketchy at best when it comes to exercise but, on the flip side, have been vigilant re food. After trawling through websites like Shape, Fitsugar, and Prevention, I chalked out a rough diet, of sorts.As it is, per doc's instructions I can't lift weights or do any strenuous activity due to my c-section, so I try to limit my calorie intake instead. This is not to say that I am not exercising. I try and do at least 20 minutes of elliptical a day and keep myself busy running around doing errands, cleaning etc. Thats why a loss of 2.2 kg may seem paltry to some, but awesome for me. Its not much but its a start.