Doing more with less

Working out sucks. I'm just putting that out there. I worked out with my new trainer Tom today and he kicked my chubby ass. That was the worst half hour of my life. My body aches, its a little jumpy, I have a blister that popped and is now rubbed raw, my hair is crunchy, and I'm tired. Sooo tired.

And weirdly, I feel pretty good.

I'm scheduled to work out with Tom twice a week and then fill in the rest of the week on my own. Good Lord, its hard. Its hard for me to imagine that I would come to like working out, but maybe it will happen. So after my lovely work out session and 17 minutes on the treadmill before hand, I was shaky and starving!

I'm still struggling a little with the food thing. I've started using the food tracker on www.livestrong.com to keep track of food and for Tom to help me see where I need to make some improvements. Having to be accountable for what you eat helps keep you honest because I know for me, if I eat a gallon of ice cream, I don't want anyone to know about it. Right? That's the fat girl talking right there.

Because I'm a lazy mother this week I went to Chick-Fil-A for a sandwich and salad. Yes, I had mayo on my Chargrilled chicken sandwich and yes I had a smidgen of buttermilk Ranch dressing on my salad. But I resisted the urge to drown my salad and left off the croutons. And surprisingly, it was pretty good! I did fall to the mayo beast and had some on my sandwich (and it was lovely) but next time I'm going to try it with less and gradually get to the point where I get used to eating it with out any.

What's been difficult for me is getting used to both halves of the weight loss equation:

diet + exercise = skinny 

I grew up using butter and other bad fats as a staple, that's going to be hard for me to get used to not using that kind of stuff. Hard but not impossible. Today with my salad, I knew I hated Italian and vinaigrette and wouldn't eat the salad with that crap on it, so I carefully measured out a couple of tablespoons of the buttermilk Ranch dressing. My thought is that until I learn to eat it with out, less dressing is better. It was still satisfying and yummy and had a fraction of the bad stuff in it. Baby steps.

I'm working out with Tom twice a week and then on my own the rest of the week. I won't lie, working with Tom is hard and I almost started crying today (true story, he looked a little freaked out). But it will get easier and I won't always feel so akward doing the exercises. Can't wait for that day.

Keep busting fat's ass people, I'm proud of you!