On the surface it might appear as though I actually do take pretty good care of my skin:
I don’t wear make up on a daily basis. And when I do its generally very light. The only time I go heavy with it is when I’m on stage and even then I try to clean it off just after curtain call.
I am very routine nearly to the point of OCD about sunscreen. It is the curse of the natural redhead, I burn looking out the window at a sunny day. And I never tan, its lobster one day and Casper the next. So I have no desire to pay to bake in a box and take caution with the real thing.
I wash my face every day. Okay, honestly, sometimes an Olay wipe is what I consider “washing” my face before bed. Okay, even more honestly, sometimes my daughter’s baby wipes are what passes. But its still better than nothing right?... Right?
I use lotion almost every day. Its not the good stuff, its the knock off good stuff. I’m poor.
So with all of this one would think that among the list of things to worry about in this choatic, stressful, on going maddness fest that is my life that my face would be so far down on my list it would be a note absent-mindedly scribbled in the margin. But the flip side of the coin (the bullet-pointed coin listed above) is that I also tend to pick at my face and blemishes and commit other no-nos for skin care.
And as I’m about to turn thirty cue forboding music... So my skin is not going to bounce back like it used to. And nature is definitely going to start wreaking havoc with skin because that is the way it plays its sadistic little game. Not to mention how much of a glaring reminder it is to look at my two-year old’s beautiful face and know that there’s no going backwards to that, only trying to maintain/improve what I’ve already got.
So here goes, no more willy-nilly with the personal regime and I’m going to do this the right way! (fingers crossed)
I finally bit the bullet only to discover it was made of chocolate. Good things finally.
Okay… good news and bad news.
Bad news, this weekend was FILLED with small set backs towards this goal. Starting with the mexican food on Friday night and culminating with the Chinese food last night and in between was a lot of home cooking from Eastern Kentucky families (why did his Aunt have to own a sweet shop?).
But the good news is that when I wieghed myself this morning I was still holding steady at 182. True I’m not closer to my goal but even after all the bad things I ate this weekend I’m not any farther from it either.
Now for things I did good and things I did bad.
Things I did good: Friday evening I walked about 4 miles, even though I didn’t go to the gym Friday. And I went walking on my lunch break. While at his Aunt sweet shop I doubled up on the green beens and mashed potatoes (I know potatoes aren’t the greatest either) to keep myself from eating all the snacks. I did manage to limit myself 2 small mint chocolates and 1 snack cake… if you could have seen what was piled around me you would realize what an accomplishment this was. I drank alot more water, I only had 2 real cokes and 1 diet this weekend. And instead of watching a movie Sunday I suggested we go walk around the mall… any mobility helps I figure. So far today I have already drank 72 oz of water and I plan to go walking on my lunch break, as well as working out with Joe after work. And one smaller thing on the getting healthy line… I’m making myself go to bed at a regular time. And I haven’t drank anything since last Wednesday… go only know how many calories are in that….
Things I did bad: The sweet shop was a slip… but I’ll get over it. The bigger concern at the moment is I still have a proeblem telling myself when I’m full AND stopping eating once I get there. Plus… I have a bag of potato chips in my desk. It’s been there since last week and I’ve just about finished it off. I feel horrible about it but I still can’t help it. WHen this bag is done, which will be this afternoon I will not buy chips to leave at work anymore and will instead try to bring in some sort of vegetable or protien snack… Willpower!