Thursday, May 31, 2007

Broke down Kelly

So I broke down.

I did it.

I admit it.



I bought this.

It hasn't shipped yet.

What are you going to do with me?

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

A little help please.

I'm trying something new. Well it's not new. It's old. But it's new this week. And the place you have to go to is new. So help me out, will ya?

I know some of you have offered in the past to help me with the food intake. So here I am, asking for help. I've set up a little on-line food journal. And if you feel so inclined hop on over, and let me have it!

I've been working since January to drop some pounds/sizes but I've lost nothing and have gotten bigger. And as we all know I work out...a lot.

So it must be the food.

Or my body has gone haywire.

I have a leeeeeetle doctor phobia, however, so I'm going with the food for now.

So...wanna help?

I'll take any advice. Though I do have some food allergies. But I'll post those as well over at Starving Kelly's Munchorama.


Friday, May 25, 2007

MILF Weekly Weigh-In

I really should be kicked out of this group. I didn't give a crap what I weigh right now. All I know is that it's bathing suit season, and I'm prayin' for rain! Come on baby! Rain. Rain all summer long! Because Kelly's cellulite is fantastic right now, and I can only make excuses of having my period for a few more weeks now before the kids will get suspicious.

And they've made that stupid new rule about not being allowed to be intoxicated while at the pool any more, so really I don't know how I'm going to be able to delude myself into thinking for more than five minutes that I am the hottest Mommy in a bathing suit at the neighborhood pool this summer!

Rain baby! Rain.

Wait, let me look at the forecast...

Chance Of T-Storm Chance Of T-Storm Chance Of T-Storm Chance Of T-Storm Chance Of T-Storm Chance Of T-Storm
Hi: 75°F
Lo: 61°F Hi: 79°F
Lo: 61°F Hi: 81°F
Lo: 65°F


Thursday, May 24, 2007

Bathing Suit Hell

So I've been feeling pretty good since I stopped weighing. And then I realized the neighborhood pool was opening this weekend. I know that I can't get into my suits from last year. So I thought, "Hey! There's a sale a Macy's with a coupon today. I'm going to go suit shopping."

I got a new suit.

In a size I never in my life dreamed I would ever get too.

I'm not eating tonight, and I'm not taking off the tags yet.

And I'm cutting my calories.

At 1600 a day, that's going to be hard.

So much for letting myself get the sushi with the cream cheese tomorrow night.

And so much for feeling good.

I'd feel really, really bad except this just came into my office...

And this...

And this...

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

A little bit of whine...

Here is where I'm sore:

Vastus Medialus Muscle

Deltoid Muscle

Trapezius Muscle

Teres Major Muscle

Teres Minor Muscle

Semimembranosus Muscle

Biceps Femoris Muscle (long head)

Semimembranosus Muscle

Adductor Magnus Muscle


Now when is that next workout?

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

I am a total slacker.

So I haven't been here since Friday.

And the neighborhood pool opens this Saturday, and I have to put on a suit, in public after a night of out-out. (Explanation here.)

And today was the first day I hit the gym since last, ummmmm, Thursday.

And today I ate Jr. Whopper AND a medium onion rings.

And while working out I kept burping up the Whopper, Blech!

And I almost puked while on the ab machine, almost puked Whopper and onion rings.

And I'm not sure if I'm going to go to the gym the rest of the week.

Well except Friday when I promised to meet Tina.


I am a total slacker.

And tanning is an easier solution.

For tan fat is better than white fat.

And again, I'm a total slacker.

Watcha gonna do about it?

Friday, May 18, 2007

Future MILF: Weekly Weigh-In


Saturday--45 minutes spin class; 30 minutes family walk
Monday--45 minutes spin class
Tuesday--1 hour weight training
Thursday--45 minutes weight training; 30 minutes elliptical

Diet: Before I want to talk about diet I want to talk about the scale. As you can see I got rid of my scale. It's the weirdest feeling. At first I was in a state of panic. I felt completely out of control. I even got on-line looking at scales. But now 6 days have past. And I haven't had one scale-induced bad mood.

For me it has been the worst feeling in the world to work so hard and show no difference on the scale. In fact I was starting to believe all of the naysayers out there that I was lying to myself. The paranoia had started to set in. I had images of myself in a hunger induced trance standing in the kitchen eating in the middle of the night like that one show they had on Dateline about sleep-eating or was it 20/20? I mean there was no logical explanation for me not to be losing weight, and it had to be my fault didn't it? Somehow?

But then I smashed up my scale.

And after the panic subsided a nice pattern kicked in. I've started obsessing less about the food going into my body. I'm eating only if I'm hungry. A couple of times this week I've even started to recognize when I'm full.

I seem to be eating to fuel my body, rather than eating to fill a food or diet quota. It's crazy! I don't know if I'd call it a breakthrough or not as I've only been scaleless for a week. And who knows if this will last. But it certainly made this week better! Once I even looked in the mirror at myself and smiled. What tha? When was the last time that happened?


Diet: Doin' good! Eatin' well! And feeling better.

Question for the MILF ladies: Care to join me???

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Blogthings - Starving Kelly Style a.k.a. I skipped working out today and have nothing else to say.

You Are Destined to Struggle With Your Weight

Like most people, you find it a little difficult to stay at at weight you're comfortable with.
If you change a few habits and make food less important, you may find the struggle hardly exists anymore.

Dagnabit! But that's OK because...

Your Body Image is 32% Unhealthy, 68% Healthy

You're body image is quite healthy, though you're sometimes a little bit too hard on yourself.
Chances are you've got a rockin' body - so enjoy it!

And just in case you were wonderin'...

What Your Underwear Says About You

Your underwear is probably really, really old.

You're comfortable in your own skin - and don't care to impress anyone.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

“Nothing succeeds like the appearance of success.” Christopher Lasch

What was Starving Kelly's favorite part of Mother's Day you ask?

Well shopping of course!

And most importantly getting new clothes to make her feel pretty.

See my new shirt?

Yeah, it was only 30% off.

So why did Starving Kelly break her "60% off minimum or she no buy it" rule?

Yeah, enough said.

Now we just have to get the booty to fall in suit.

Come on booty!

Think pre-children days.

Do it. Do it. DO IT!

Oh and if you were I haven't lost any weight yet.

But my scale did die a sad death this weekend.

So I wouldn't know.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

A lesson for Starving Kelly

So a couple of friends of mine decided to try the hoodia pills, and before I researched taking hoodia, I agreed to split a bottle with them for a try. My understanding was that it was supposed to be used to affect your metabolism. And hey, I obviously am having some troubles there! So I got the bottle of pills and read..."appetite supressant."

OK...I don't overeat because I'm too hungry. I usually overeat because I'm bored. So here lies problem one. Anyway this caused me to stop and think a little, "What else don't I know about what I'm sticking into my body?"

So I did a lot a research. And guess what I found? Apparently a lot of hoodia pills don't actually contain the appropriate amount of hoodia necessary to produce any type of change. In fact one article I read only recommends 3 manufacturers of the hoodia pills period. That was quite a shock!

Thirdly the hoodia plant apparently is on the endangered species list, and manufacturers have to obtain a CITES certificates -- Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species of Wild Fauna and Flora. Many are not doing this. And does my selfish need to find an easy fix justify my helping extinguish a speciest of plant? I don't know. I think I need to think some more about this.

So what is the moral of my story? Remember Kelly, remember Kelly, remember not succumb to the easy.

There is no easy!


Tuesday, May 08, 2007

You own, personal, Jesus....

Hot Superman was back yesterday, and apparently the airconditioning in spinning class was not. Holy moly it was hotter than "Georgia asphalt!" After class was over I looked like I had just taken a shower. Hot Superman said to me as he gave me a high five, "Girl, way to get your sweat on!" I guess it's bad when the instructor feels the need to say something to you about your sweat.

Anyway, I'm not as enamored with Hot Superman. His class was a booger which is good. But he ruined one of my favorite songs. It happened when he announced that we were going to do some standing sprints to which we all whined, "Oh maaaaannnnnn!"

He then said, "Now, now ladies. Remember it's called a work out not an easy out!" Then he started the next song.

And yelled/sung with the music, "Reach out and touch faith!"

And 1/2 way through the song he said, "This is your marathon ladies. And you've just reached mile 26!"

And I was reminded of Oprah who said after she ran a marathon, "Once you get to that 26th mile, I don't care if you're religious or not, you'll see Jesus."

And I don't know if it was the music, or the fact that I had forgotten my inhaler, or the now ruined song, but I believe I did.

I think I saw Jesus. Or at least it was my "own, personal, Jesus!"

Friday, May 04, 2007

Weekly Weigh-In

Weight: Nothing lost; nothing gained.

Saturday - 20 minutes walking
Sunday - 20 minutes walking
Monday - 45 minutes spinning; 2 hours heavy yard work
Tuesday - 45 minutes lifting
Wednesday - 45 minutes spinning
Thursday - Rest
Friday - 1 hour lifting

Diet: Started Monday on crappy low-carb B.S. Well actually I started last week, but ended up cheating every day until Monday. What can I say? Low-carb is really, really, really hard.

Anyway, nothing lost and nothing gained but a new t-shirt! My husband is absolutely mortified at the idea of me wearing this shirt out of the house. And being in the crazy no sugar state of mind that I'm in, I'm thinking, "What's more out of the house than a few pictures on the internet? Right?"

But the pictures were boring. So I started messing with the colors. I tried the green. Kind of gross looking I think. Then I went for the blue, because I'm so blue about missing my sugar. (Yeah, yeah, yeah...bad joke. I know. My brains all fried with no sugar, seeeeeeee?) I don't mind that one. But the daughter insists that the pink is the very best, you know because she's 5.

Anyway, after 3 experiments I got bored again. Why? Because I have the attention span of a nat, and no sugar really isn't helping. Can I bitch more about getting no sugar?

Why yes, yes I can!

I think I'm going to give the low-carb experience, much to my family's chagrin, one more week. I’m just that kind of crazy right now. So be prepared for the foggy, the grumpy, and the sad. And of course be prepared for more bitching.

Of course pink is really cheery. Maybe my daughter is right. Pink might be the best color for helping me right now.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

The Introduction of Hot Superman

Yesterday I drug myself to spinning class, not motivated at all. While I was warming up, in walked this HUGE, like pro-football player huge, hot guy with a Superman t-shirt. As he walked in all of the regulars groaned. I look around and said, “What, what?”

One lady said, “you’ll see…”

I did see. Oh did I see. He completely and totally kicked my ass. And 30 minutes in I was negotiating with myself, “If you can finish the whole class doing what he says exactly, you don’t have to spin tomorrow.”

Then he started in with the standing sprints, and I thought, “If you can just make it ½ way through these sprints, you don’t have to spin tomorrow.”

And then after 6 sets of jumps, he started with a three minute sitting ride where we had to crank up the tension, over, and over, and over again. As my legs were screaming I thought, “If you can just keep moving until the end of class, you don’t have to spin tomorrow.”

And then we finished. And we stretched. And the high kicked in. And I thought, “I’m totally doing this again tomorrow.”

Then I went home, worked in the yard, and as I was driving my daughter home from school, my muscles started tightening up. I forced myself to finish my yard work before the storm started, and after I sat down in my living room huffing and puffing I realized, “I can’t get up. If I get up it will hurt, badly. I really just can’t move. I should spin tomorrow to work this out.”

Then last night I woke up with the beginning of a leg cramp. I got up and stretched out. And as I went back to bed I thought, “Forget that. I’m totally NOT going to spin tomorrow.”

Though I will miss Hot Superman. I wish he weren’t only a sub. I’d let him kick my ass any day!