Went to another WLS surgery meeting last night and the nutritionist mentioned journaling/tracking our food. I've been a member of My Fitness Pal for eons, but she also brought up SparkPeople. I have some friends who have used the site and thought to myself, "Why the hell not?"
My god man. Dude (yah, I called you a dude), talk about a website for people with short attention spans. There were SO MANY THINGS going on with that site, I got a headache within minutes. I started an account and when I attempted to link all of my gadgets, there were issues. I already have enough issues. Pft. It was having problems linking to my Withings scale (*coughfirstworldproblemscough*). I ended up just cancelling my account and returning to the less-glitchy MFP.
I'm also on Fitbit, which is an AWESOME site because, like MFP, it consolidates all of your data and you can track your sleep and all kinds of kooky things. You also get to trash talk your friends (which is really what it's all about). While you're at it, friend me on Fitbit too!!
Just joined a Fitbit Sleeve group, so if you're planning on gett'n it done and have a fitbit, come tell me about yourself and befriend me so I can make fun of how little you're walking. :D
Okay, so we don't have kids and evidently we don't like contributing to our retirement. That leaves us with a bit of $ to typically spend on fast food. This week, after watching The Biggest Loser reruns on HuluPlus, I've started my own Biggest Loser competition. Right now I'm the only contestant, but I'm pretending there are others. AND I WILL CRUSH THEM!!! *shaking fist into the air*
A few days ago I think I blogged about choosing a fitness monitoring device. I went with the FitBit One because it was cheaper, smaller, and it has a really great free support website. The website applications are cool and easy to use. I swear to god, I'm not a paid endorser, I'm just super pleased with this product. It also works side-by-side with MyFitnessPal. They sync with each other so that everything is nice and purdy.
I also splurged and bought the Withing's Wi-Fi Body Scale which does everything including the laundry. Dude. Duuuuude. This thing zaps all of your info from your bathroom to your computer AS SOON AS YOU STEP OFF OF IT! That's crazy, yo! After I weigh in, I run to the computer to see my progress: weight, body fat %, and BMI.
All of these devices interact with each other. It's like an electronic three-some of fat busting!! I will gadget myself to weight loss. Oh yes, I will.
Can I just profess, right now, right here, in front of everyone, that I love Nick Kroll. Frick'n hysterical. Instead of a song playing over and over in my head right now, I have his Liz character (from PubLizity [it's based on our nayams]) saying "Ohmygahg". Oooooh how I love him.
On today's plate, I'm trying to figure out which fitness assessing device to buy. I'm looking at BodyMedia, Fitbit, & bodybugg. Buying one of these will automatically make me lose weight, right? RIGHT?!
I've also opened MyFitnessPal for the first time in months. I can't help but feeling this overall sense of foreshadowed doom. In the back of my mind I'm saying to myself, "Oh jeez, here we go again. Another attempt that I will just give up in a few weeks." How fucked up is that? I recognized the self-deprecating thoughts when I was talking to my husband this morning over a delicious Del Taco egg & cheese burrito (don't judge me).
We had just dropped our pup off at the vet to have hip surgery (which of course made me crave comfort food) and I was telling him of the wonderful plans that I had for my (and the pup's) future. I waxed on about how she'll be recovering at a similar rate that I will be, so she can do the little steadily lengthened walks at the park with me. Our stamina will gradually increase together, culminating in the most amazing mother/pup-daughter healing and healthful experience EVAR OCCURRING IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD!!
All the while thinking that he's thinking, "Oh god, here we go again" *mental rolling of the eyes*. So I said something to the affect of "or whatever" to which he immediately called me out. We talked about my defeatist attitude. It's so crazy because I'm typically a positive person. You know, one of those irritating "you can doooo eeet" types that think everything is possible. But for some reason my self-talk is horribly negative when it comes to weight loss and fitness.
In 2005/6 I lost about 70 lbs. I've done it before, so I know that I'm totally capable of it; however, it's those rumblings that all we fat people have that keep playing in my head like a broken record. "Even if you lose it, you'll gain it back... PLUS MORE!", "Exercise? You hate exercise.", "It's too hard.", "Think of all of the food you won't be able to eat.", "You did it before without very much movement, why do I need to walk this time?", "Tomorrow... tomorrow I'll start. I'm just not feeling up for it today."
So fucking ridiculous. Meanwhile, I'm stuck on medication that's doing who-knows-what to my body. Intellectually I know that I'm killing myself by remaining on this path. Why is this process so fucking hard? Ug, I can't even ask that stupid question, I know all of the reasons. It's just my ego. Stupid ego.
