Name Change..Oooooooo

Yup, I changed the name....

Now, just to beat this flu and get my creativity flowing again.

Just Rewards

In all games of life there should be some type of reward. Positive reinforcement is great, as is recognition, but what about something to keep you motivated. A goal for a goal. A prize for hard work, and defeating the enemy.

Yes, I am looking for ideas to keep myself on track, a reward system to keep myself in check something to strive for OTHER than life itself. But here's the catch.... I'm really not materialistic.

Clothes are not a viable option, as they will be necessary. I will not be walking around wearing tents made by Coleman. In fact, the more weight I lose, the more options I will have at shopping at consignment shops. I'm rather excited about actually spending $15 for a pair of pants. Haircuts and mani/pedis are the same category. They are needed, therefore can't truly be used as a reward.

I am not a brand whore. Although I do like a Coach bag and I do like Tiffany Jewelry, can I justify the cost? A bag can run about $300. A Tiffany necklace can run about $150 for the sterling silver that I like. It's an idea, I just don't know if I can do it for myself.

I do like ink.... that being tattoos, and I have been longing for one. Should I throw that on my list? A trip to Massachusetts would be nice, even though I try to go "home" once a year, a trip to Vegas, a trip somewhere? By myself, with a friend or with the family?

I want to do something for myself. I just don't know how to or what to do.

So I ask, throw out some suggestions. I'm at a loss for rewarding the loss.

I AM going to do this.

Vicious Cycle

I have a life-long, everly continuing, to the death battle. It's a battle that I remember being brought to light by being dragged to a meeting at age 8. It's a battle that probably implemented itself within my genetics. It's a battle of Oreo or Quinoa.

I am a fatty.

It's seriously not by choice. I didn't choose to be like this. I didn't choose the torment that came as a fat kid and a fat teenager. It seriously is not my cupper, and I have been trying for YEARS to change it.

I've had success and failures (mostly failures), but this time I think I'm in the right place in my head to do this. I finally feel that I have the mental capacity to stick with it. I have the want to exercise every day. It's do this or die.

I'm doing a food journal. Writing down everything that I shove in my mouth. From Cheerio to Oreo it's on there. I also use my work breaks to walk, to raise that heart rate (now, while it's still cool), to burn calories that I know I will not have the time to burn when I get home. I am trying to use my time to my advantage, and also to be a mom and a wife.

So.... I plan to journal my journey. My ups and downs. My quest to figure out my body and why it clings on to carbs like Wonder Bread clings to the roof of your mouth.

I can do this.... mind and body. It's do or die time.