Oh Come, Sweet Cold Weather!

I'm driving to work yesterday morning, listening to the radio like I always do, and on comes the weather forecast.  "Chances of rain... [blah, blah, blah], partly sunny... [yady, yady, yada], highs in the upper 60's...Friday morning, NW Arkansas will have it's first freeze"  Now, that got my attention!! 

We've had a little Fall this year.  It's been mild - 60's, 70's...but you have no idea how excited I became to hear the words "our first freeze".  I know, I'm crazy.  Unlike the other couple of million people I share the state of Arkansas with, I LOVE cold weather!!  In my personal opinion - and you know that my opinion is important - there's nothing better than cold weather.  Not being out in it - that's not fun - but being curled up on the couch with a warm blanket, cup of hot chocolate, watching TV or reading a good book.  Unfortunately, living in Arkansas means we might get our first freeze on Friday morning, but no doubt the weather will be back in the 70's during the weekend.  That I am hoping for, because I'm going to a wedding on Saturday - and it's an outdoor wedding.  The bride-to-be deserves nice weather for her wedding.  Sunday can be cold, though, and once again - the weather in Arkansas can quite easily grant my request. 

Cold weather sets off a spark in me that I can't explain.  I get excited about everything.  Maybe it's because I know that Thanksgiving and Christmas are now only weeks away.  My Christmas starts the day after Thanksgiving and lasts until the day after New Year's - although I start my celebration on Thanksgiving day.  Christmas "season", as I've termed it, means time with my family, snuggling up with a fire in the fireplace, the blinking of Christmas lights....ahhh, my mind is relaxing as I type!!

Cold weather also gets me excited about working out.  Yep - I said it - excited about working out.  I don't like to run when it's hot outside.  I want to work up a sweat when I'm cold - it means I have to work harder to heat my body, and I'm not wanting to rip my clothes off 3 minutes in.  Being that I run in the afternoons, it's really hard to find the motivation to run when I'm sweating by the time I get to my car - just to go to the track.  The heat makes me tired, uncomfortable, sticky - just doesn't feel great.  When it's cold, the air is crisp, I can fill my lungs with it - and not gag.  I want to keep moving, because I know that if I stop - I'm going to get, well, cold. 

Of course, cold weather also has it's pitfalls.  That would be comfort food.  Big pots of chili, stew, and pot roasts.  Cups of thick, creamy, hot chocolate.  Mmmm, so good - but so bad! I will admit, I am very nervous about my eating once the cold weather moves in.  In my family, we have one custom during the holidays: eat.  I'm hoping that because we started using our slow cooker as a staple, lately, that healthy meals will continue.  Hubby has been great at trying out new recipes that will satisfy my craving for cold-weather food, but won't pack on the insulation.  I did have a moment of weakness while grocery shopping on Sunday, and bought a tub of Mint Chocolate Cocoa.  There's 140 calories in a cup - ouch - but I figure if I have one cup in the evening, it won't be the end of the world.  I also saw a good idea on another weight-loss blog, and she uses half of the "good stuff" and half sugar-free cocoa...so it cuts the calories down quite a bit. 

OK, so I think I just wrote my first blog post about the weather.  Wow.  It goes to show that I really write about what I'm feeling and thinking.  I guess if means if I chose to write about the weather - all is good in my life right now.  That's true.  Things are good.  I am happy.  Still nervous about the BL competition - but I'm hoping that Jack Frost is going to give me the kick in the caboose that I really need.  On a side note, I put on a pair of my pants this morning - size 16 - and they are a little loose.  Looser would be a better word - still fit well, but I feel a little more "give" in them.  Let's hope that's a good sign.

PNOTD:

"Enjoy the simple pleasures in life - it declogs the brain of stress and drama"

Till next time.  ;)

Pushing the Fast Forward Button

On Tuesday morning, for the past couple of weeks, I have been telling you my "Back in Time" story.  Basically it was the story of my life since 2000.  I was telling the story, because I blame a lot of the bad things that have happened to me to be accountable for my weight issues.

After giving up on the whole "topic of the day" thing - I hummed and harred about whether or not I should continue with the story.  It would definitely give me something interesting to write about - I mean, who doesn't love to read a good drama story, right?  So, I thought about it, decided to do it, and then I had an interesting conversation with someone yesterday that made me reconsider.

It started out with a question of why I decided to wait until my late twenties to start college.  What should of been a response that consisted of "I had kids when I was young, so I had to wait until the right time" turned into a fast-forward rant of my past.  I told her about being in an abusive relationship, being so broke that I had to move over and over again with just the clothes on my back, turning to food to comfort me through depression, being single for four years to get over the pain and self-esteem issues of my past relationship,  meeting a guy that gave me the ability to be able to go to school, yady yady yada.  The person that I was telling the story to must of thought I was nuts - she asked a simple question, and in return got the drama of the past ten years of my life.  Then she said something that was like a slap in the face - "wow, I'm sorry to hear that you went through so much, but I guess you are the person you are today because of it, right?"  When she said it, my response was "you're absolutely right!" 

I have used the words that she said to me many, many times.  I am a firm believer that the struggles I have dealt with in my life have turned me into the person I am today.  I should be proud of that.  I am proud of that.  If I had the choice, would I do my life over?  Heck no!!  Every moment of my past - both good and bad - has molded what I am, who I am, what I have...why would I want to change a thing?  If I didn't get pregnant at 17, I wouldn't of met Fabio.  If I didn't meet Fabio, I wouldn't of had Grover.  If I hadn't been depressed and emotionally unstable and it taking four years to get over it, I wouldn't of met Hubby.  No Hubby would of meant no Zoe.  No Hubby would of also meant no going back to school and becoming a teacher.  Every moment in my life has accounted for something that has affected me now. 

So, after my conversation, I decided that I would not finish the story.  The reason is because I was telling the story as an excuse of why I put on all the weight.  An excuse to blame someone for doing horrible things to me that caused me to drown my sorrows in food.  An excuse to not hold myself accountable.  Excuse after excuse after excuse.  It really doesn't matter how I got to be as heavy as I was - what matters is I finally decided to do something about it.  It doesn't matter how many times I failed at losing weight - it matters that I'm succeeding now.  There is no time dwell on the past, I must use it only to remind myself that every moment made me who I am today.  I am strong.  I am smart.  I am healthy.  I am a mother - a good one.  I am with a man that loves me for who I am.  I am finally losing weight - already lost a lot.  I am following my dream, and striving to be the best teacher I can be.  These are the important things - not what happened to me ten years ago, eight years ago, five years ago - or even last week. 

At the end of the day, I love who I am.  I am so proud of everything that I have accomplished in my life - having amazing children, an awesome fiance, a supportive and loving family, and a job (although unpaid at the moment) that I love more than any job I have ever had in my life.  These are the things that are important.  I want to live in the moment, not dwell on what happened or didn't happen in the past.  The past being ten years ago, or yesterday.  If I don't do a work-out that I planned, I won't dwell on it - I will do what I can to learn from it, and move on.  If I don't get as much homework done in a weekend that I'd like to get done - I will finish it when I get to it.  It's all about the present - what's happening right now, this very second, on this day - and I have to make each and every day the best that it can be.

PNOTD:

"Live every day to the fullest, because once the day is over - it's the past.  Don't wait until tomorrow - for tomorrow never comes.  There's nothing you can do to change the past, there's nothing you can do to form the future - you have total control on what you do today."

Till next time.  ;)

Do or Die!! No Time Left...AAAGHH!!!

Last night, I laid in bed for about an hour.  I couldn't sleep.  Thoughts were racing through my head - not about school, work, or the curriculum unit I'm building...no, I couldn't stop thinking about the Biggest Loser competition I'm in.

I'm really beating myself up.   I've been doing the competition for 7 weeks, and lost a measly 5lbs.  There's only 3 weeks left before the final weigh-in, and I just can't help but feel like I've let a golden opportunity to win this thing slip through my fingers.  It was mine for the taking - but 5lbs?  Really?

I watched last week's Biggest Loser last night - thank you DVR - and that's probably what really got me thinking, no, it's definitely what got me thinking.  A woman got brought on to the show that didn't make the first cut.  In 5 weeks, she lost 39lbs at home!!  After she got off that scale, that's all I could think about.  How much weight would I have lost if I really put my mind to it the past 7 weeks? Is it possible to still have a chance?  $150 is a lot of money - especially a few weeks before Christmas.  That's a big incentive, but I guess it hasn't been enough to put me to work. **SIGH**

So, I was laying in bed, beating myself up, looking at the clock thinking "ugh, I have to be up in 5 hours".  Then I started thinking about what I could do to at least give myself a chance.  It has to be extreme.  It has to be something I'm not used to doing, or have done before.  It's something I don't know if I can do - but I've decided I have no choice.  It's time for action.

My decision?  Two a day work-outs for the next 3 weeks.  *GULP**  I figure if I don't waste my "free" time in the mornings, I have over an hour that I could be doing something...anything.  It can't be too loud, cause the kids are still asleep -but some weight work, push-ups, sit-ups - maybe a DVD work-out?  Then in the evenings, it's to the track I go...every night...no excuses.  The food situation has to change, too.  I'm in a new class now, and the class I'm in has a break from 8:45 - 9:45 each day and lunch from 11:45 - 12:45.  That means that I can eat breakfast, have a snack in the morning, eat lunch, and then have a snack at 2:30 when school gets out.  Yep, it's time to go back to eating 6 times a day. 

I'm nervous.  I mean, if I can lay awake at night worrying about it - it means that I really want this.  The procrastinator in me must not be gone after all, it was just waiting for another opportunity to shine though.  Waiting until the last minute to get serious about this competition - well, it may be the first time that the procrastinator in me will get burned...ironic, huh?  Especially after bragging about it the other day. 

I weighed myself this morning - I know, I told myself I wouldn't do that - but I had to get an idea on where I'm starting.  I'm still at 205 *eye roll*.  I'm surprised I haven't gained - not been a great week.  Oh well, not going to worry about that.  The second part of my "procrastinator challenge" is to try and stay off of the scale for the next 3 weeks.  Last week I told you all that the school nurse, who happens to be the one running the BL competition, told me I didn't have to weigh in each week.  Well, I'm thinking, how cool would it be to really work my butt off in the next 3 weeks and just wait and see how well I do at the final weigh-in?   Everyone that's in the competition with me knows how, urm, "great" I've been doing...they probably think that I've given up..and in a way, I did.  What they don't know is, the show ain't over until the fat lady WINS!! 

I owe it to myself to at least try.  I've put it off long enough - if I want to at least have a chance, it's finally do or die.  It's time to get the gift of procrastination to do it's thing.  I'm down to the wire, now, there's no more time to "try harder next week". 

Two weeks ago, I set myself a "mini challenge".  That challenge was to be in a size 14 by Christmas.  How f'in awesome would it be to complete that challenge by Thanksgiving?  Well, that is now the new challenge.  Not only do I want to "rock my socks off" in the BL competition at work, I want to be in a size 14 when I go to the final weigh-in.  I can do this!!!

To end on another motivational note.  Two weeks ago, I had pictures taken at work.  I received my first "teacher" school photo.  I have NEVER had a school photo taken that I liked...until now.  I am really happy with how the photo turned out...wanna see it?  OK, here it is:

PNOTD:

"Sometimes it really takes getting close to the wire to get the drive you need to finish things through"

Till next time.  ;)

Babies, Toddlers, and Teenagers

Yesterday was a startling day for me.  I tested the waters to my statement "I'm done having kids".  I stated those words after my second child.  I had a boy and a girl - I was good.  Being in the relationship I was in, the adult life I'd had, and other factors like oh, getting no sleep, I was adamant that I was done. 

Then I met Hubby.  Before our relationship got "heavy", he told me that he didn't want kids.  He was thrilled that I already had two children - and loved the idea of a ready-made family.  He had never seen himself as the father type, so he wanted me to be aware that things wouldn't work out between us if I wanted more kids.  Well, when he told me that, I was in agreement with him. 

About a year into our relationship, I started getting "the itch".  You know, ladies, that twisting, scratching feeling you feel in the pit of your stomach every time you go to a baby shower, see a pregnant woman, or get to hold a newborn in your arms.  You watch a show on TV that has a woman giving birth, and you get all misty eyed.  You walk past the baby section in any department store and "ooh" and "aah" over the cute, adorable, little onesies and socks.  Well, that started with me.  I didn't dare share my feelings with Hubby, because I didn't want to scare him.  I thought my itch would pass, and I would just get over it. 

Then, I was having some "woman problems".  I had to go and see a gyno and I heard the words that sent an unprepared shock wave through my system: "Ms. Hill, it's very likely that you won't be able to have any more children".  The reasons were due to some cysts I had on my ovaries, and some nasty side effects from being on the Depo shot since Grover was born.  Aunt Flo hadn't visited me in almost 4 years - and the doctor thought it was very likely that I wouldn't see her again, and if I did she wouldn't be in full force.  The news was devastating to me - even though I had decided I didn't want any more kids.  To  try and fix some of the issues, the doctor took me completely off of birth control.  For another year, no Aunt Flo.  I started to feel OK about not being able to have any more kids.  Hubby and I discussed me going to school to get my teaching degree and how I could finally do what I've always wanted to do: teach.  I will never forget the day we discussed it.  We were sitting having breakfast in a restaurant.  I told Hubby that just to be sure, I was going to go back and see the doc about getting on the pill - or some other form of birth control - just in case.  The minute I said those words, I got a warm sensation in my stomach - and I knew it wasn't the food I had been eating.

The next day, I made an appointment at the doctor.  On my way to work, I received a phone call from Saving Grace.  She was calling to tell me that she was pregnant.  As soon as I heard her tell me that, an adrenaline surge took over my body.  My whole body came to life - I knew that I was pregnant.  I can't explain why I knew, or how.  Saving Grace and I have 3 children.  Her second and my first were born only a few weeks apart.  Her oldest looks just like my oldest.  Her second child looks just like Grover.  I knew that I was going to have another baby - because she was having another baby.  Before going in to work, I stopped at Wal-Mart and picked up a pregnancy test.  I have to point out here that Aunt Flo still hadn't come to visit - I just had this inkling that I was pregnant.  No guessing dates, no figuring it out - I just knew.  Sure enough, when I took the test, there were the two lines that I knew that I would see.  I took the rest of the day off work, and decided to go home and face Hubby. 

His reaction wasn't what I expected.  No, he didn't jump up and down with excitement - but he didn't get all upset and leave, either.  He just said "OK", and that was the end of it.  Eight months later, my amazing Zoe was born.  To see Hubby and Zoe, now, you'd never think that he didn't want kids.  She is definitely a daddy's girl. 

Oh my, I've rambled on and on - and my point of my story hasn't even started.  Getting back to what I was going to talk about.  Yesterday, I went to a baby shower.  The beautiful mother-to-be walked around, and not once did I get "the itch".  As I watched her open her gifts, not once did I think "oh, I miss that so much".  I finally feel like I'm done!!  I have a toddler who I adore, but sometimes trying to get stuff done can be very difficult.  She wants attention, I have to give it to her.  Thinking about having another baby after dealing with this - yeah, not gonna happen.  Then I have my older two.  Prairie Dawn is 10 going on 17.  She's already a teenager, despite her age.  She's dramatic, into boys, wants to "hang out" with her friends...yikes.  Grover is my middle child - and he's right in the middle of Zoe and Prairie Dawn.  He enjoys playing outside, building things, playing with toys.  So - I have a toddler, and pre-teen, and a teenager...what more could I ask for?  I can now say, I believe, that I'm completely done having children.  Point of this very long winded blog. 

PNOTD:

"I no longer wish for what I don't have, I appreciate everything I already have.  My life is perfect."

Till next time.  ;)

TGITW - Thank Goodness it's the Weekend!!!

The weekend is here - so much to do, so little time.  Of course, that's my life every day - always so much to do but not enough time to get it all done.

I used to be the worst procrastinator - always putting everything off until the last minute, and then busting my behind to get it done.  I was lucky, because I never had to learn my lesson about being a procrastinator.  During my first three years of college, I don't ever remember doing a single assignment in advance.  I would wait until the night before, then pound away at my keyboard to get my papers, projects, and other miscellaneous assignments pumped out.  I always seemed to do pretty well - and never did I receive a bad grade because of it. 

I remember my freshman year during English Comp I.  I had to write a paper for my midterm.  My classmates panicked, stressed, and worked on their midterms for days and days.  I didn't even crack my book until the day before it was due.  I sat at my computer for a little over an hour - and I was done.  One of my classmates laughed at me, and told me how sorry I would be.  Of course, I should mention how much my professor had gone on and on about not procrastinating - he expected us to draft, revise, edit and then type up the final product - a product that would take at least a week.  I turned my paper in the next day - and two days later, I received my grade: 95%.  The laughing classmate received a 87%...and she had done exactly what she was supposed to and had spent about 5 days working on it.  What can I say, I was blessed with the gift of B.S. HA!

Alas, my procrastination days are over.  Not by choice, by necessity.  I no longer have the pleasure of waiting until the night before to knock out a paper.  I'm now in a situation where I have to spend almost every night pounding away right here at the computer - or nothing will ever get done.  There's always lesson plans to write, reflections, papers for class - not to mention the curriculum unit I'm designing that's due in about 7 weeks that requires so many parts that it will take 7 weeks to put it all together.  This is now the reason I get so excited about weekends.  Most people celebrate the coming of the weekend as their days to relax - I celebrate the coming of the weekend because it means I get two whole days to sit in front of my computer and try to get caught up on some work.

Of course, the work never gets caught up.  I just get less behind.  I'm happy with that.  I think all of my classmates and I are happy if we're not drowning - we just want to have our heads above water.  Although, we never really get two whole days to work - weekends mean other stuff we have to do.  This weekend, for example, I'm going to a baby shower and Prairie Dawn has been invited to a birthday party.  Then I have to factor in grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning house - things that have to be done on the weekend, cause they sure aren't going to get done during the week.  Ah, all work and no pay....and no, I didn't misspell that - the life of a student teacher.

If you have the pleasure of getting to relax this weekend, do some for me - will ya?  If not, know that there's someone else in your shoes. 

PNOTD:

"All work and no play may be a hard concept to grasp now - but it won't be long before the motto becomes 'all work and great pay'.  Not necessarily money - but the hard work will pay off."

Till next time.  ;)

I Just Can't Do it Any More!

So, I've been going back and forth with the whole "I want this blog to be a weight loss blog" stuff for a few weeks now.  I thought that because I wasn't focusing my blog posts on weight loss topics, it was causing me to not focus on my weight loss - well, I've now determined that was a load of crap.

I don't know what ever gave me the idea that my writing this blog somehow had a hold over me.  It didn't.  It doesn't.  I write because I want to.  Having topic starters was great - but now I read back over my posts and I have to wonder..."is this really me?"  After much deliberation, I've come to the realization that no - it's not me.  I love my blog.  It is the place I come to vent, share, laugh, cry...not fret over whether or not my post is aligned with the "rules" that I created for myself.  I don't want rules.  I want to be able to talk about whatever is on my mind, be it weight loss, my personal life, or any other topic that has my interest for the moment. 

I made a big mistake in being wrapped up in the thought that people won't be interested in reading about my personal life.  Then I realized that I didn't really start this blog for other people to read - it's great having people that are interested in my life, but that's not what I want my blog to be all about.

Well, I've decided, I don't care about this blog being a "weight loss" blog anymore.  I'm not Jillian Michaels, and I am not qualified to spill out post after post of "weight loss advice".  I am me.  My life is my weight loss advice.  Sometimes it's not great advice.  I don't always see the results I want to see.  I'm fighting the fight to lose weight - but that's not the entire focus of what goes on in my life.  So I've decided I'm going back to writing about whatever the heck I want.  If people are interested, they'll read it.  If they're not, they won't. 

No more "do this and do that".  If you read the little blurb under the title of my blog before today it said "a journey to the realization that diets don't work, but sharing what does."  Well, I have been sharing for a very long time - that blurb is now gone.  The description of my blog finally says what it needs to: "How a mad, fat woman deals with kids, work, and school  and finding the way to becoming a crazy, thin woman.  That's what it should of said from day one.  My life is the journey to losing weight.  Sometimes I will succeed, sometimes I will not. 

From now on the topics of the day are gone.  It's going to me - raw, loud, telling it how it is, or how I think it should be.  My life is a crazy whirlwind - and I just need a place I can let it all out...this is the place.  Do you know how hard it is to make weight loss advice fun to read?  Damn near impossible - how so many people have read my blog is an amazement.  I want my blog to be fun to read - a story, of sorts.  I know that there's people out there that wonder how they deal with how much they have on their plates - well, I feel ya.  I know what it's like.  If I had any more on my plate, well, a plate isn't a good word - more like buffet table.  If I didn't get up at 4am each morning, I wouldn't even have time to write this blog.  Sometimes people just want to hear that they're not alone - there are others out there dealing with the crazy that is life.  That's what I want this blog to be about.

So, my friends, get ready for this blog to make yet another change.  You're probably used to it by now - I change the focus of this blog more than I care to recall.  Hopefully this is it.  No more prompts.  No more weight loss advice.  Just me.  Sometimes it will be fun, sometimes it won't.  But that's life - not always a bed of roses.  This is a diary about a mad, fat woman.  Not so fat anymore - but still mad. 

PNOTD:

"Pretending to be someone I'm not will never let the true me be free."

Till next time.  ;)

Catch Up Post - Weighing In and Working Out

I have to play catch-up today, because I didn't get my post up yesterday.  I slept in late yesterday morning and had to rush around to leave for work - and then I got home really late last night...so, no blog post.  I just figure I'll mish-mash two days in to one.

I will start out with my weigh-in.  Not real happy this week.  I mean, I know I didn't work out - at all - but I didn't over do it at any point with my eating.  I really did not expect to see a gain or a loss, I figured I'd just be sitting at about the same.  Nope, not the same, a gain...and not a little gain either!!

Last week I weighed in at 203lbs.  This week I weigh in at 205lbs.  I've gained 2lbs.  Of course, I'm not happy - but I really only have myself to blame because I didn't work out a single time this past week.  Oh well, no time to dwell on it now.  The nurse told me Tuesday morning that if I didn't feel like weighing in each week, I didn't have to.  I'm not sure how I feel about it.  I kind of like knowing how much I weigh each week - to keep track of how I'm doing.  On the other hand, I could keep track at home, work really hard, and knock the socks off everyone when I weigh in on the last day.  What would you guys do?

OK, enough about that.  Time for some working out - not literally...right now anyways.  This past week I have not worked out once.  Now, that doesn't mean I haven't 'moved'.  Saturday and Sunday I did a lot of lifting, walking, and playing the Move.  Monday I did a lot of bending and lifting.  I have been on my feet for about 10 hours every day this week.  It's been a long week.

When you're at work all day, it's sometimes really hard to find ways to get some exercise in.  That's especially the case if you work at a desk all day.  Luckily, I no longer do.  I don't think people realize how much teachers "work-out" each day. It's not strenuous, but you'd be amazed how much my legs and feet hurt the first couple of weeks.  I've figured out a few ways to help increase the opportunity for getting a little exercise in at work - not necessarily high cardio, but it's something.

If you work in a job that has you at a desk all day - then movement is especially important for you.  Try spending about 10 minutes every hour without your chair.  Instead of sitting at your desk, try squatting down at the knees.  Make sure to keep your back straight - or you'll definitely regret it.  All day I'm squatting down to be at my student's eye level as they sit at their desks.  I squat down, I stand up, I squat down, I stand up...often for 30 minutes at a time with only a 15 minute break in between.  You can do the same at your desk.  Squat down for a few minutes, stand up.  Squat down, stand up.  You don't have to do it all day - but trying to do it several times throughout the day.  I'm not expecting you to build up a good sweat, but I really notice a difference in leg strength because of how much I squat and stand. 

I've said this tidbit of information several times before, but I'll say it again.  If you work in an office all day, try parking as far away as you can each morning so you at least get the walk in to work and the walk back to your car in each day.  If you're not 15 stories up, try taking the stairs.  If you are up 15 stories, walk up the first two flights and then catch the elevator.  Look for those golden opportunities to do what you can.  I realized the other day that I took the "short cut" through the office anytime I needed to get to the other side of the school building.  I was missing out on a great opportunity to get a little extra walking in.  It was only an extra minute on my time, but every second counts - right?  Wrong!  If you're not in a hurry - take the extra minute to walk.

I know I've thought to myself "is it really going to make that much difference if I do that little bit extra each day?"  You may be thinking the same.  Seeing my weight constantly flutter up and down like a yo-you has me wondering that A LOT.  What I have to remember, though, is that just by it's self - that little bit extra isn't going to make a huge difference.  What I try to think about, though, is if I'm not "working out" then every little bit is better than nothing.  I wonder what the scale would say if I didn't find my little extra opportunities - would I gain even more weight?  I don't know - but I really don't want to find out.  I'm just going to keep doing that little bit extra whenever I can.  Look at my results from last week.  I lost 4lbs in a week.  Grouping the extras with some working out paid off. 

So, there's my words of wisdom for this week in regards to exercise.  If you have a great idea of how to get a little exercise in at work - please share it in a comment.  I'm always looking for advice - and others are, too.

PNOTD:

"It's easy for me to make excuses as to why I didn't do what I planned to do.  Thinking of ways to get around those excuses, even if they outcome isn't as great is always better than nothing."

Till next time.  ;)