Confession Time…

Alright, so here’s the deal… I need to get a couple things off my chest. What I’m about to tell you might be a little shocking, but bear with me… ready? Alright… here it goes… I hate going to the gym. Whew! There, I feel so much better now. Lol. All joking aside, I really have come to this realization that I just do not like going to the gym. I will do any and everything I can to make excuses to not go. Don’t get me wrong. I actually enjoy working out, but I have total gymtimidation. I feel like an idiot when I’m there┬ábecause even though I really do know what I’m doing (for the most part), I just get up in my head convincing myself that other people are judging me. I realize this is ridiculous, and no one is probably even paying any attention to me, but I get so stressed out that I really think the negatives from the stress outweigh the positives of my workout!

As I said, I really do enjoy working out… (once I kick myself in the butt to do it, of course!) I’ve just come to the realization that I enjoy home based workouts much more than going to the gym. I love, love, love Pilates, yoga, cardio dance, toning workouts… you name it. If I can do it at my house with some handweights or other minimal equipment, I enjoy doing it. I think I would enjoy group workout classes too, but they just tend to be so expensive. I feel like I really can’t justify the cost of going to a group class when I can get the exact same type of workout for free at home. (Thanks youTube!)

So all that said… I’m giving up the gym for now and focusing on doing my workouts at home. I find the best way to keep yourself motivated is by finding something you enjoy doing, so it doesn’t feel like a chore but rather something you look forward to! I’m not quite at the looking forward to it stage, but I know that I’m much more likely to stick to daily workouts if I don’t try to make myself go to the gym, and that’s ok. Who knows? I might end up changing my mind again later and decide that I want to go to the gym again, and that’s ok too! All that really matters is that I’m doing something.

My second confession/realization is kind of in line with the first one… I don’t know why I keep trying to make myself be a runner… I just don’t enjoy it. I have exercise induced asthma, so when I run, my lungs feel like they’re pretty much useless. It’s weird because I can do a lot of other strenuous activity without an issue, but once I start running… it’s all over.

My goal for this year was to run a 5k a month and get faster with every race, but then I signed up for the Susan G Komen 3 Day Walk for the Cure, and I shifted my focus to walking long distance instead of running. My plan was to switch over my 5k goal to next year, but now that the end of the year is coming up pretty quickly, it’s just not something I want to do anymore. I’ve tried to get back into running a few times since the walk ended, but, again, it’s something I dread rather than look forward to. A part of me still really would like to be a runner, so this is one goal I will probably try to make happen a different time, but for right now, I’m just not going to force it.

My third confession for the night has to do with my diet… I had mentioned a couple different times that I was going to keep my Whole30 going until Thanksgiving, and then I gave in on day 31 and had some off plan foods. My new plan was to get right back into it the next day, but that also ended up not happening. I was on a major carb bender, and I decided I was going to start fresh on November 1 and commit to a whole 30 days instead of stopping on Thanksgiving. Well, November 1st I was on a little weekend trip to Milwaukee with the boy, and I really didn’t feel like trying to be compliant on our fun day, so I pushed it back another day. November 2 came, and I didn’t have any compliant food in my house because I usually go shopping on Friday nights, but because we were in Milwaukee, I obviously couldn’t go. I ended up pushing it back one more day, but this time I told myself that was absolutely the last day, and I was going to start the next day no matter what!

Well, long story short… I did, and today is day 3 of my second Whole30! I’m hoping this go around I really get the results I was hoping for with the first one. Sadly, I’m thinking that I’ve done so much damage to my insides with the crap I’ve been eating for so long that it’s going to take more than a Whole30 to make it happen. If I don’t get the results I want with this Whole30, I’m going to give a Whole60 a try probably at the beginning of next year.

I’m not going to bore you with the details of my daily diet for this Whole30 because it will probably be pretty much the same things as my last Whole30, but if I make a new recipe, and it turns out awesome, I’ll definitely let you know!

Tonight I made some coconut chicken nuggets which smell amazing but unfortunately tasted a bit meh… I used a pound of boneless, skinless chicken breasts cut up into nugget sized pieces. I tossed them in a bag with some coconut flour and tossed them to coat. I then dunked them into some eggs followed by a coating of unsweetened coconut flakes mixed with a fiesta lime seasoning blend. They were then put on a lined baking sheet and into the oven for 10 minutes. After 10 minutes I flipped them and let them cook another 15.

Coconut Chicken Nuggets

If only you had smell-o-vision!

As I said they smelled amazing! However, I would tweak my recipe just a bit… Next time I will marinade the chicken breasts to give them a little moisture and some added flavor. I’m thinking maybe a coconut milk/lime/chili pepper sauce… Second, I forgot to grease the pan, so half the coating came off of some of them! Next time, I’ll spray a little oil on the foil before putting the chicken on it. Third, it needed some sort of sauce… Possibly a tangy pineapple sauce of some sort…


I’ve been lazy…

I will be the first to admit it… I’ve gotten lazy… It’s amazing how when you’re busy, it’s easier to get things done, but when you’re not as busy, it seems that much more difficult!

I had been doing really well sticking to my routine. I planned out my meals ahead of time, cooked at home almost every night with leftovers to take to work the next day. I worked out almost every night-not the most intense workouts, granted, but it was something to get me off the couch. I was getting all my cleaning done every night, so I had a clean house to come home to every day… And on, and on the list goes…

So what happened? Well, it was a couple different things, really, but I can pinpoint it back to a specific night. I had gotten home from work, and I had a run on the schedule for the evening. I had to force myself to go out and do it, and it was a terrible run. My legs were heavy, I couldn’t get my breathing right, and I was just exhausted! Normally when I have to force myself to go work out, I usually get about halfway through and my energy picks up, and I realize my dread was all in my head. Then when I’m finished, I feel amazing. This was not the case, however, for this particular night. I was even more exhausted than when I started, and I just never got that post workout high.

I blame my crappy workout on the fact that I was majorly sugar detoxing, and I was really lethargic. I’m a self-proclaimed sugar addict, so coming down from my sugar high really did a number on me. Now, it’s completely fine in some cases to take a day or two off if you really need it, and in this case, I needed it. The bad part though is that I let this excuse hang on for a little too long, and it took root. I let one day turn into two turn into three, etc. Then, because I wasn’t working out, I wasn’t regimented about eating right, so I let myself have one little piece of chocolate which turned into two pieces of chocolate and then a whole cookie and so on and so forth. It was really just one thing that led to another until I reverted back to where I was tonight, sitting on my couch watching TV with a bag of potato chips and a pile of dishes in the sink that desperately need washing.

It wasn’t something that happened all at once, and that’s the really scary part. It happened so slowly that it was hard to even realize that it was. One thing started slipping, and then the next part went, and it just kept going because I was too comfortable in my laziness to stop it. It’s sad how it takes so long to build up your good habits, but then then it takes one or two small things to make you stumble and end up right back where you started.

Now this really isn’t meant to be “excuses for why I’m lazy,” I promise.┬áReally, it’s more my way of making a confession. I’ve been lazy. I haven’t been doing what I know I should and need to be doing, but no more. I’m making a conscious decision right now to derail this lazy train and get back on the good health track. (Woo… that’s a few too many railroad references there, and, for that, I apologize…) Life’s just too short to be anything but your best self!

If you’ve got any tips or suggestions for how you keep yourself from devolving into a couch blob, I’d love to hear them!