At war with my mind

Based on last week and this week's diet and exercise, I've come to the realization that for me, weight loss is such a mental game.

I fully understand that I will lose weight when I eat right and exercise. Why is it then, that when I see a gain on the scale (even the smallest amount), I go from 60 to 0 mph in less time than it takes to say "cheeseburger"?? It seems so counter-intuitive. I say to myself, "No biggie, just work harder this week to stay on track...you have to if you're going to reach your goal." But then for some reason, staying on track is 10 times harder that next week. You'd think that with seeing a gain I would have much more motivation to keep at it. Not true. Not true at all. The diet and exercise go down the drain.

And then, when I see a loss I think, "Woo! It's working! Let's keep at it!" And the exercise is great, and I eat what I'm supposed to eat, when I'm supposed to eat it. I don't get it at all.

But then I read a little blurb in the article "Secrets of the Fittest" in the March issue of Self magazine:

"9. Praise your assets
Dragging it midworkout? 'I repeat a funny mantra like, "I have a great ass! I have a great ass!"' says Ingber, who also cues thoughts of sex and her latest crush to rev up her energy. 'It's sort of a joke, but when I think of how damn sexy I am, versus how I've got to get rid of cellulite, the positive message makes me want to sweat harder..."

Now that's definitely silly and I think her mantra is...something...but I think the general idea provides a good insight into why it is that I find I have so much more motivation when I see positive results.

Anyway, I've just been mulling this over in my head all week trying to think of how I'll deal with these setbacks long term. When I get to my goal weight I want to maintain it and I'll need to know how to beat my mind so that I can reach that long term goal.

Planning the weekend

I have big plans for this weekend in preparation for doing nothing over Spring Break. Note the sarcasm dripping from that sentence.

Saturday we're going into Asheville to check out what kind of invitations Michael's has. I'm trying to think of other things to do there too, otherwise it's a waste of a trip just to look at invitations.

And Sunday, depending on my weight, I'm going shopping in my closet. This could either be really good or really bad. I have tons of pants I've stowed away for when I get down to a smaller size and I'm really curious to see whether I can fit into any of them now.

Happy Friday everyone!

Once were lost, now are found.

So I freaked out a little when the dogs were gone yesterday. It was definitely less of a freakout than last time, but a freakout nonetheless. This time I kind of took the position that if they want to dig out of the yard and run around, then so be it. They'll see soon enough it's not all it's cracked out to be. And I did like the idea that I might have grass again with the dogs gone. ;o)

The plan this morning was to make up some flyers to distribute. Thankfully, I didn't get that far. Chris and I were in the kitchen when we saw Athena hanging out outside the door. We had a beautiful reunion and then Chris and I went walking around outside looking for Capone. No luck. So I feed Athena and then Chris and I sit down on the couch for Chris to eat his cereal. Then...THEN...Chris jumps up, runs out of the door, yells 'Pony!' and Capone comes running inside! I couldn't believe it!

So yeah, they're back home. Athena ate, but Capone has no interest. They both drank a ton. They both are really tired and Athena looks sore (she has arthritis and hip dysplasia) and has a hard time moving around. Capone apparently had a run in with something. The side of his face is all swollen and has dried blood on it. His legs have dried blood drips all over them and his left front leg has a huge scrape running down it.

I called all of the vets in town and left messages that they were gone and one lady called me back this morning and said the white dog was at her house yesterday. I don't think it was them though because the lady was all the way in Cullowhee & she said the rottweiler wasn't around.

I don't have them wear collars because I'm afraid they're going to choke each other, but I think it's worth the risk considering they like to try to get out. I do have an electric fence (in addition to the privacy fence) but I haven't been using it because the batteries in their collars are dead.

So I have two major to-dos on my list: get collars (to put ID on) & get batteries for their electric fence collars.

YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE THIS.

First my dogs run away. Then my damn (scuse the language) refrigerator dies... AGAIN.

To whom am I getting married?

I received the estimate from the florist today. Apparently I'm getting married to Doug. I have his phone number and everything. Maybe I should call him up and introduce myself seeing as how we're getting married soon.

No comprendo

I don't understand why people can let their animals roam and they'll keep coming back to their house, but when my dogs take off, they don't come back. I don't get it.