Amazing.

It is amazing what your body can do if you just believe in it. Have confidence, keep striving, and do your best. Today...I did p90x - X-like. I brought it. And I'm proud. Especially since I went on a 2 mile jog this morning on top of that.

Breakfast: an egg with cheese on toast, a banana, and a glass of orange juice.
Lunch: a piece of pizza.
Alllll with plenty of water. Okay I better be good for the rest of the day. That pizza wasn't the best of choice but wow! I feel like I'm eating healthier. Maybe because my body knows I'm going to have to write it down. I don't want to have to deal with the guilt.

:) Ohh Thank you JESUS for your blessings.

Dear heart and lungs, you're stronger than I thought and handled this cardio beautifully today :) You must be growing into lean muscle just like everything else.

Time to recover with a nice, cold shower.

where did it go

Where did the time go? Is it July already? In three days, I will be twenty years old. In one month and eighteen days, I will be moving out on my own. In three seconds, I'm going to burst.

My dad made a fabulous dinner tonight. It was chicken salad on a piece of toasted garlic bread. Of course his meals are oversized and overstuffed (just like my stomach right now). For breakfast I had a banana, Activia yogurt, a granola bar, and a cup of milk. Around 2, I had half a pita stuffed with half a veggie burger, provolone cheese, lettuce, tomatoe, and a little mustard. The rest of my day had very little snacking other than a few peanuts. I have to say today was an alright day...other than the fact I did not do my p90x today! I will have to go for a run tomorrow morning and keep following the p90x schedule :)

Anyway, back to the things people actually care about. life. not what i eat or what i do. Get back to life! :)

Interpretive dancing.

Cereal, Mac n cheese, and a lot of small snacking. Not as bad as yesterday, but it could be better. What else could be better? My attitude! Today is my sister's birthday. She's 18 but sometimes she acts like she's 12. Why do I let it get to me? I guess I haven't outgrown my 12 year old impulses either. I need to cool down. But I won't be cooling down with any cold treat today. Hopefully my self control can keep me away from frozen calories that happily add themselves to my caboose. Yessss more wobbly bits.

Subtracting from those wobbly bits, I have been giving p90x a go. What a work out! It is very fast paced and difficult. The first few days I was very sore but I think my body might be getting used to it. Today I did Kenpo X. Kenpo requires some coordination. Lucky for me, I'm still awkwardly lacking my coordination. I trip on my own two feet. Combinations of kicks, throws, punches, and blocks and I am all over my yoga mat. I felt more like an interpretive dancer than anything. Tomorrow I'm going to give Yoga X a try.

My thoughts are running, my stomach is sprinting, but why aren't my legs moving?

In less than a week, I am going to be 20 years old. I am 5'6" on a good day, or at least I tell myself this. I think I'm actually 5'5", but I used to dream about growing up super model tall and super model skinny. Thank you cosmo, seventeen, and television for giving me high hopes. Thank you, God, for giving me short parents.But really, God has blessed me with my healthy figure and features. I, on the other hand, have abused those blessings and tortured myself with horrible eating and exercise habits.

I'm not overweight or anything and I carry my weight well on most days. My mom's bathroom scale tells me I am about 130 pounds. Most my weight goes to my hips and below. I'm not exactly an Apple bottom jeans type of girl though. Honestly, I wish I was born in the era of high waisted pants, skirts, and all that. Thank goodness they're coming back. They really take care of those wobbly bits.

Really this is all said for laughs and giggles. No one should feel bad about their wobbly bits, a number on the scale, or where their weight goes. Over the years I have found myself go from a crazy calorie counting, long distance running, nut-case, to a binge eating, couch slouching, homework-doing, hard-working college student. Those are two extremes. Maybe a little soul searching, and a few blogs will help me and maybe the people around me, find their healthy happy medium. Maybe this will help me face my fears and become passionate about my lost love. running.

So let's hear about my binge today. I started off watching Dr. Oz. He told me the ten commandments to losing weight. I'm not eager to loss weight though; my focus is being healthy and successful while reaching for that goal. Maybe weightloss is a part of that equation, so I listened closely to what Dr. Oz had to say. Not closely enough to recite all ten commandments, but I can share a few of his tips.

He told me to plan out meals and chew twenty times per bite. I gave it a try. I thought about what to eat for breakfast and decided on an egg sandwich. One slice of provolone, one egg, a slice of tomatoe, a little lettuce, all on toasted honey wheat bread. Perfect. A balance of protien and important nutrients. A good start right?

Chewing. Chewing. Chewing. Was that twenty? Let me tell you, thinking about this is a lot harder than I thought it would be. I have always hurried through meals, snacks, and such so I could get on with life (or to the next food I was craving). Chewing. Chewing. Chewing. I think I did pretty well this morning. I was full even before I finished my sandwich! The dogs got to enjoy a small portion of my well balanced and planned breakfast, but I really doubt they chewed it twenty times per bite.

The rest of my day didn't go quite as well. I really needed to get out of the house, but did I want to leave on an empty stomach? Time for gorditas! My amazing abuelita (grandma) is an amazing cook. She can whip up enchiladas that kill and tamales that melt in your mouth. Gorditas aren't something that you chew twenty times per bite. One bite, two bite, three bite...you're thinking about the next one just wanting to taste the delicious mexican flavor once again.

One of Dr. Oz's tips was not to eat any portion more than an inch high and fill all plates towards the center an inch away from the rim all the way around. In that case, Gorditas are blasphemy to Dr. Oz's rules. One empty plate later, I am on my way to run errands with a very full belly and satisfied wobbly bits.

After running around for a few hours, I come home with a growling stomach. I try not to graze. Another one of Dr. Oz's rules. No grazing! Did you know that grazing can accumulate into 1000 calories of food? Mmm...potatoe chips, craisons, and a cheese stick later...

That's enough! No more! The horror! Who wants to hear about the midnight session of Secret Life with a cup of hot chocolate to die for? That was only about 200 calories I am sure. Only 200 calories. That's nothing compared to the Gordita.

So a bajillion calories later and a day of very little exercise, I am here. I am here to stand up, look in the mirror, share my trials, and change! I can't say goodbye to my wobbly bits just yet, but maybe I can say goodbye to my uncontrollable eating impulses in the near future. Maybe those wobbly bits will start to fall right off. Maybe I can find stone tablets etched with Dr. Oz's ten commandments of weight loss as a constant reminder on how to ;ive a healthy lifestyle.