Pizza, I Cannot Love You Anymore

I have had a long time love affair with pizza. I just LOVE pizza. Saturday I walked into a pizza place to buy some drinks for myself and 4 other fun thirsty gals and oh my heavens, the smell of what could possibly only be the most delicious pizza cooking overwhelmed my nostrils immediately. Without ever tasting it, I just knew that the pizza in this place was divine. Delicious. Did you ever smell something so good that it made your mouth water? Yep, uh huh, this pizza smelled THAT good. OH MY. Tempted as I was I purchased 5 drinks and headed out the door. I may or may not have looked back with longing regret as I passed through the exit door. I'm not telling.

As luck would have it I ended up getting home so late that there was no time to cook dinner and my husband asked me to pick up some Little Caesar's pizza on the way home. "Pizza??? Okay." she says forgetting about all the working out and healthy eating. So I did. I WANT to say I was good. I had two slices and 2 small cheese sticks and that was it. It was mighty yummy and super cheesy. Yes and thank you. My mind wanted more but being the wildly self controlled wonder woman that I am I told myself no. Surprisingly, I obeyed the healthy me's command to just stop right there and I am so glad that I did.

It didn't take long for my tummy to turn on me. After eating pretty healthy for a couple of months and not having any poo in my system pizza did not turn my organs on. AT ALL. Oh the stomach ache. Do we even want to talk about the bloating? Uh, no I didn't think so. I felt horrible! "Oh my dear beloved pizza, how could you do this to me?" It was Saturday evening when all of this occurred. Sunday night I still felt bloated and achy. Are you kidding me? I felt like there was goo in my veins, really, I kid not. How could something I have loved to eat for sooooo many wonderful years hurt my tummy like that? Truly, I felt horrible. Betrayed by my beloved pizza. Hmph!

Last night I came to the conclusion that I am simply going to have to break off my love affair with pizza. Yes, I said it. No more pizza for this gal, unless there is a National Pizza Holiday or something. Then of course, I would feel obliged to eat me some pizza. Maybe just one slice? I wouldn't want to offend anyone or anything......wink wink.

So alas, I have decided and set my mind to no more pizza. Cold turkey baby, I'm quitting pizza. Oh, I'm having a Brokeback Mountain flashback..."I can't quit you."....... AH, but I must. Pizza, you've been a good friend to me. I have enjoyed eating you through the years but now you make me feel terrible.... for days. So I have to say goodbye....... I want to say I will miss you but just thinking about that tummy ache and bloated blah feeling you gave me, well....frankly I don't think so.

Stolen water is sweet; food eaten in secret is delicious!" -Proverbs 9:17 That just cracked me up this morning.....

Jenn

Friday Weigh in Day

This weeks weight loss is 2.5 lbs!

Last week 186.5 this week 184.0.

Doing 90 minutes a day on the treadmill 6 days a week. Crunches and leg exercises still. My blisters have blisters, need new running shoes. Treadmill is 3.5 to 3.8 and I do walking. After birthing 4 kids and having a bad knee injury running is out for me but the fast walking seems to be doing the trick.

I have not had any sweets in over 2 weeks. It may be 3, I am not sure. The great thing? I don't really want them anymore. I am on a roll and I credit God for the strength to do this. I have been trying on my own for 10 years and lost hardly nothing and always gained it back. It was a daily struggle to not want bad foods. I finally involved the Lord in my diet and I do not have these struggles anymore.

The Lord is my portion, therefore I will wait for him. Lamentations

Lost Some More Weight.

Well, I have been naughty and did not post the last two weeks. BUT, in my defense I have been at the hospital for what seems like forever with my mom day and night. I have lost track of the days. My workout schedule got a little messed up and such and I did not lose any weight those two weeks but I did maintain the weight I have already lost. That made me happy. This week we just wrapped up I was able to workout again.

Beginning weight was 198.5 and today's weight was 186.5. So far I have lost 12 pounds. I am super happy about that. I just need to keep it up and maintain it once it is lost.

I am doing an hour and a half on the treadmill now every single day unless it is a hospital day that I have to go early and come home super late. I just listen to my Ipod and the time flies by. Still doing crunches and leg exercises. I don't eat sweets anymore either. Two weeks ago I caved and had some cake at the hospital cafeteria but it was a rough day and hey, I deserved some cake right? It's funny, I used to find comfort and happiness in my sweets and I never knew it. Now I see the weight coming off and love the clothes becomming loose and I work so hard to get it off that I don't want anything that will put it back on. I eat way less now too. I couldn't have done that before, I think exercising regularly must do something to curb the appetite or something. I just don't want that much anymore. YAY.

Well, gotta go, lots to do.

Jenn