Easy Pita Pizza (Good Portion Size)

I love pizza. The problem is portion size. Also, I am not a big fan of pizza sauce. I came across a recipe that is very easy, limits portion size and is yummy.

Pita Pizzas

8 pita breads

2 tablespoons of Olive Oil

1 teaspoon Italian Seasoning

1 clove of garlic pressed

1 teaspoon balsalmic vinegar

mozzarella cheese to top.

toppings- I like to make mine veggie. Tomato, mushrooms, onion.

Serves 8.

Preheat oven to 425 F or 225 C. Mix olive oil, italian seasoning, garlic, and vinegar together in a small bowl. Lay pita breads on a baking sheet. Brush olive oil mixture on pita breads. Top with cheese (just enough to cover, don't go overboard)(mmmm cheese). Then add the toppings. Bake for 10-12 min until the cheese is all melty and toppings are cooked. Enjoy.

This recipe was also enjoyed by my 3 year old, KiKi. SCORE.

Billy Blanks Kicked My Ass

Have you ever heard of Billy Blanks? Let me introduce him. He is a sadist. OK, maybe not intentionally.

He has a set of DVD's, you may have heard of them, Tae-Bo. Well, I have one of these DVD's from back in my "I just had a baby maybe I should do something about the weight" days. On Saturday I had the genius idea (read- dumbest idea EVER) of brushing off the old Tae-Bo DVD and giving it a go. HAHAHAHA!!

Step 1: Change into exercise gear.

Step 2: Draw the curtains

Step3: Proceed to make an ass of myself.

Coordinated I am not. I can punch. I can sort of kick. I can not do both at the same time and look graceful. I kept up for about 25 minutes or so, which actually surprised me considering my fitness level is about zero right now.

Fast forward to Sunday. I couldn't move. No. I literally could not move. My legs hurt, my arms hurt, my shoulder blades hurt, my back hurt. I peeled myself out of bed onto the couch. That is where I stayed for about 90 percent of the day. Billy Blanks kicked my ass with his pearly white wide smile, while lying to me about how well I was doing. Today I bought the Jillian Michaels 30 day shred DVD. At least she will growl at me and tell me that I suck.

My Exercise Issue

When I exercise, usually, it is unplanned. Or maybe it is a planned event, I just don't think of it as exercise at the time. For instance, yesterday, my lawn had to be mowed. Did I want to do it? Not really. Did I have to do it? Yes, my lawn was really starting to take on the appearance of white trash meets jungle safari adventure. I couldn't leave it, as much as I wanted to. My husband, of course, is not here to do the heavy lifting so it fell squarely on my shoulders. I did it. By calculations I found on the internet, apparently I burned over 1000 calories by mowing the lawn for 2 hours. 1000 calories! Hellz yes!

Other times when I am amicable to exercise is when I am doing touristy things. I don't mind walking from here to there in a new town (or even in a town I know). I like taking in the sights to be seen and experiencing the place I am exploring on foot, in fact, I prefer it. Usually I am pushing a stroller as well. Calories are burned. It is actually fun.

My problem is actually GOING to a gym. I just have never really liked the gym experience. Crazy machines that you have to push, pull, walk on, climb on, yeah it just doesn't get my motor running. It might accelerate my heart rate, but it certainly doesn't interest me. Of course, the last time I hit a gym was about 3 years ago when I lived in Missouri. I have never even seen the inside of the two gyms I have access to here in the UK. Also, the last time I went to the gym I didn't even own an iPod. I am sure it would be more enjoyable if I was jamming out to some tunes I actually liked.

I also have a problem with the thought of other people's sweat being on the machines I am using. It just gags me out. The showers/locker rooms at gyms; they make my skin crawl. I probably should just keep sanitizing wipes with me. Of course I would look like a freak meticulously cleaning each machine before I attempted to use it, but eh, if it gets me to exercise it just may be my only option.

What strategies do you have for motivating yourself to go to the gym? Are you as skeeved out about them as I am?

You Might Know Me As...

Hiya, yes, you know me. I am not just a familiar face. I actually am, Kat. I normally blog over here at 3 Bedroom Bungalow. I am not hiding over here. In fact, I am trying to shame myself skinny. I just don't think all the readers at the Bungalow want to read about my weight loss journey. OK, I almost gagged as I wrote that. Way to sappy for my taste. It is not a weight loss journey as much as "DAMMIT I DON'T WANT TO BE FAT ANYMORE" or "I AM GOING TO SHAME MYSELF SKINNY".

Now, I don't just want to be skinny. I want to be healthy. My friend just had a heart attack the other day. He is 41. 41 for goodness sake!! I know I am only 29, but it is still scary. Thankfully, this means that I have time to get my fat ass moving in the right direction. That direction being towards a gym and away from the donuts. Of course I will be doing it as I cuss about how much I hate to exercise, how my clothes are ill fitting, and at the fact someone has not properly not wiped off the rowing machine after they have used it. Asshole.

So, please encourage me. By encouraging me of course I mean an encouraging comment followed by "Get off your backside, you silly moo!" Feel free to act like a drill sergeant. I need it.

Goals Weight- 150 lbs.

Starting Weight- 215 lbs (yes, I said I was a fat moo)