Physical Exhaustion From Yoga?

On Thursday night I went to yoga with my favourite yoga instructor. I know it sounds a little cheesy, but I really like her because she incorporates some spiritual components into the class.

On Thursday, we were doing all sorts of warrior poses, and she instructed us to step forward, out of warrior with intention.

For some reason, this was incredibly powerful for me. I imagined myself stepping forward into Volume II of my Life - leaving behind the fat Lisa, my old dumpy apartment and a life where I put myself 2nd all the time.

I honestly felt as if this one step signified me leaving my old life and officially stepping into my new one - where I matter, I come first and I DESERVE wonderful things - something I have never thought about myself in the past.

This one step was very powerful for me.

As my friend and I were leaving the class, I immediately felt as if I had been hit by a semi truck - every bit of my body was exhausted!

I woke up on Friday morning and could barely move my body ached.

My theory: I was achy because I have shifted my life entirely. Taking on a new volume in life is obviously exhausting, and my body was recognizing that.

It is now Saturday and I am still a little sore, but more than that, I am excited to begin this new chapter in my life: New Lisa, New Condo, New outlook on life. My life is WONDERFUL.

PS - home scale this morning said 168... Official weigh in tomorrow!

High School Memories and Rising Above Them!

This morning, I got on the bus to go to work at 6:30 am, only to find myself sitting beside a guy I went to school with (back in the 1990's!)

Now, this guy didn't remember me - but I sure remember him.

We were in Career Planning 9, and I had the pleasure of sitting next to him in class, we were mapping out options for different career paths. Note: in grade 9 I probably weighed about 150 lbs, I was very athletic (a swimmer and a runner) and was a bigger build than most of the other girls.

I mentioned that I was considering being a personal trainer.

This guy looked at me and *burst* out laughing and then turned to one of his other friends, whispered to him - letting him know that "the fat chick" wants to be a personal trainer, and then his friend burst out laughing.

There I was, in grade 9 (150 lbs) sitting in my chair, being laughed at for expressing my interest in being a personal trainer when I grow up.

This memory is on my top 10 list of worst weight-related memories from my youth.

I look back now and think to myself, 1.) this guy was a total douche and 2.) boys will be boys.

I debated saying something to him on the bus, but then came to the decision that I would rather leave the past in the past. I am better than that, I rise above.

But still, guys can be such douche bags sometimes - you know?

On the plus side, I look amazing today.

Have I mentioned that I have lost 60 lbs since March?

Well, I can now wear a button dress shirt, and I look incredible in it!

Cheers to rising above the douche bags of the world and looking great:

Super Excited!

This morning, while eating my greek yogurt parfait and a green tea for breakfast, I logged into my blog account only to find that I have OVER 100 FOLLOWERS!

This seriously excites me:



Never in a million years did I think I would be a successful blogger!

This blog has been INSTRUMENTAL in my weight loss journey. It really is (and you - the audience) the only thing that keeps me accountable and truthful through this whole process.

I think project "Rescuing Lisa" has been incredibly successful so far.

Although technically I still have 40 lbs to lose before New Years, I am already happy, and that really was the primary goal of this whole thing - to find happiness in my own skin.

Do not fret my wonderful bloggies, I am not giving up. I will make it to 130 lbs, come hell or high water (that's the saying - right?)

THANK YOU!

Attack of the Late Night Snack!

Last night was a total FAIL.

I did manage to get to yoga, but after I came home I dove right in to the Cheese Snak box and didn't look back.

21 points worth of cheese snack indulgence, I finally came up to breath only to realize what I have done to myself.

So much for starting the week off well.

The good news behind all of this - I tracked it all. I will no longer let myself get away with this. I hate being in the low 170's - I truly am too comfortable here and it scares me. I don't want my old eating habits to sneak back up on me - I want them to stay in the past where they belong.

What in the world can I do to convince myself that I need to keep going, to take this seriously (as seriously as I took it when I was 233 lbs)?

I feel fat Lisa coming back - and she's hungry and angry!

Something About the 70's

I spent a few minutes this morning reviewing my history. I noticed a pattern.

A few years ago I lost about 40 lbs - namely by not changing my eating pattern and doing a stupid amount of exercising. This lasted about 4 months and I went from 220 lbs to just under 180 lbs.

I hit the 170's and then - I gave up.

Looking though my weigh-in history, I see that I have been in the 170's since the beginning of August! Either my body likes the 170's or there is something mental at work here - some sort of comfort level I reach when I hit the 170's.

I'm convinced that the 170's is a comfort thing for me. I don't feel too fat here, but I also don't feel too skinny.

BOTTOM LINE: the 170's are no longer an acceptable end point for me - I MUST push through this and get into the 160's. This is no longer optional for me - it's a must-do!

Here I am giving the 170's my "you stink and I hate you" face:



As of today, I am back to tracking and will be back to doing some form of activity every day.

I CANNOT GET LAZY with this here and now. I got lazy once before at this weight - and then ballooned out to 233 lbs. That can never happen again.

I have got to stay focused here.

Back to the Track!

I am back to tracking!

I woke up this morning saddened that I had gained 2 lbs this week at weigh in and am determined to reach that 160's goal I have by Halloween!

So, time to get back to the basics: TRACKING!

Just like the good old days when the weight was falling off me - i'm back to drinking a Yop for breakfast:



And a frozen entree for lunch:



And the best part about all of this - I am tracking every. single. bite.

Now, I just need to stay on plan and continue tracking all week - this will not only make me feel better - but will help me get into the 160's!

Tonight I will be at Yoga, and may even make a pit-stop at the gym to do a quick 30 minute sweat session with the elliptical.

Nose Cup Anyone?

Ahh, moving weekend is now coming to an end.

The last time I moved, it was 5 years ago, and I admit, I completely forgot how crazy moving can be.

Don't get me wrong, moving is really hard work and I was sore for days! But moving is also fun. Everyone was so tired today (including myself), but with the right toys, it can brighten up an otherwise long and boring experience.

Take: nose cups (paper cups with pictures of noses on them):



These cups are so silly, but super fun. It got a good laugh.

Finally headed back to the gym tonight, only to do 40 minutes on the elliptical mind you - but still, the fact that I returned was a non-scale victory for me.

I'll get my groove back, eventually!

Sadly, I weighed myself tonight, a disappointing 173 stared back at me. Damn 173 - I can't seem to shake that number!