Hello again!
Wow…thank you all for the welcome and the information!
These past two days I’ve been getting in the “nutrition/diet” mindset, which consisted of pretty much quietly freaking out as I went over all the labels of stuff in our cupboards.
I finally 'fessed up to mu husband about my appalling eating habits, and why I was doing it.
He went with me to the grocery store, and we shopped smart.
Now our refrigerator looks like it belongs to someone else, brimming with veggies and fruits and extremely lean chicken.
We went for a half-hour walk after supper, and are going to continue the tradition every night. We only have one car, so I walk to and from work.
Let me tell you: hills -suck-. Big time.
Especially when I am bound and deteremined not to look like it is anything of an effort to get up that #@@!@!# incline.
So. I ate breakfast this morning. Took baby carrots to work and snacked at ten o clock (and found I had to share them with the dogs I groom…note to self: bring more carrots), had a small salad for lunch (no meat—I think I will save cooked chicken for a treat for supper’s salad) and will probably try to eat part of an apple around four. I’ll have to get that food scale this weekend. That’s a great idea, and I thank you kindly for your information! That’s going to be a great help.
I’m afraid I sneered at the lite bread and anything other than 2% milk…;( This changing routine thing is going to be harder than I thought. The good thing is that I will only have bread maybe a couple times a week? Or is that bad in the long run?
As far as excersizes go…I came across an old videotape of these killer things called “Callanetics”. Has anyone tried these? Let me rephrase that: has anyone tried these, stuck with them and managed to somehow -live- to tell the tale? Dear god, I tried to keep the pace with the beginner part and thought I would expire right there on the spot. The only thing keeping me going is the fact that the place on the floor where I chose to exercise along with the tape squeaks like anything. As I hate our downstairs neighbors (they of the “this apartment goes to eleven” fame) with a purple passion, I think I shall stick with them for the sheer enjoyment of petty revenge, and take anything of a muscle-developing result as a sheer fringe benefit.
If I survive them, that is.