Once upon a time a young girl embarked on a successful weight loss journey. Then she fell of the bus. This is her attempt at weight loss success 6 years later.
I'm creeping out of the hole I dug around Thanksgiving and happily jumped into the week before Christmas. While there I have been happily stuffing my fat face with shit and living a mostly sedentary life. Calories? What's that? Fat content? Who cares? Water intake? I'd rather have Diet Coke. Take out? Yes please, I would love fries with that!
Well we're back on the bus. It stopped by this morning and I hopped on. I'm safely sitting in row four and taking in the scenery.
The damage: 211 pounds this morning. Well damn. Not terrible, I kind of think it should have been worse but certainly not good. I've been avoiding my favorite jeans. I think they fit but I just feel bubbly, jiggly, and swollen so I don't even want to bother.
Gotta say, the theory that it's a holiDAY and not a holiSEASON is really just plain crazy talk. As much as I wanted to make it a day rather than a month, I found it to be impossible. Going out to eat, parties, lack of schedule and routine, all that stuff made it really hard. Not to mention the food served (cookies, pies, cakes, fudge, prime freakin' rib on Christmas day) I actually gave up. But now it's over so I'm back on track.
We're back on the bus. Hopefully y'all will come with me. There are plenty of seats!
In other news: I'm still unemployed. Great! The friend* sort of became the boyfriend last week. Between you and me he's going to become the friend really soon. It's just not working out and he's driving me nuts. Lesson learned: I'm probably not in a good place to be dating right now and I'm okay with that. Lucy went back to live with her other custodial parent because I live at home and my mother is not okay with two dogs in her house. Tessie and I are managing the loss. I had a nice Christmas and New Year's. I hope you did too.
Something positive: Back on the bus, baby! Something negative: 211 sucks Something for tomorrow: Stay on track!
I want to be on the bus, I do. But for whatever reason I keep pulling the string and hopping off.
Thanksgiving weekend kind of killed me. Then I was better. Then I went on that job interview and ate fish and chips. Then I babysat my cousin and ate chocolate cake and never looked back. I made dozens and dozens of Christmas cookies Monday and they have been the death of me. Not only was I eating a ton of dough, but now I can't keep my chubby hand out of the cookie keepers.
I haven't even been drinking water. Tuesday I think I had one glass of milk. No other liquids all day long! Maybe TMI, but my pee is super almost-orange yellow and I'm dancing the constipation line. Why am I doing this to myself? I know better than this! Unacceptable behavior.
Yesterday I had Arby's at 3:30pm and came home and ate chili for dinner like I was starving. Really? This is like Old Habits 101. Don't forget the dozen (at least) cookies I inhaled throughout the day.
And as for exercising...ha! It's been well over a week since I've done anything aerobically beneficial. I did run today but had such a shitty time that I cut off the last quarter of my run and just went home. Oh and did I mention that my thigh started to hurt about halfway through so I wound up walking half of it anyway? Poor performance, sister. All that hard work getting my body ready to run and for what? To throw it out the window by two weeks of inactivity and piss poor eating? Fuck that noise!
I'm getting back on the bus. Pronto. No excuses. No more Godfuckin'damn Christmas cookies. I'll let my mom's ass get bigger, not mine! Tomorrow I will elliptical. Saturday I will run before I go to Columbus for the weekend. While in Columbus I will make good excellent decisions. I will drink at least two water bottles each day. I will do this. No more unacceptable behavior. I can't handle it.
Things have been a little busy around my happy little nest these days. They say that all this hustle and bustle is a holiDAY but really, it's a season and my life has functioned as such the last few weeks.
Regardless, I lost another pound! 214.5 pounds as of this morning.
I did this by eating chocolate cake and doing baby bench presses. No lie. I watched my six month old cousin last week a few days and this kid needs to be held as much as possible. My aunt rewarded me by making my favorite chocolate cake. How could I say no?
Really though, I need to hop back on the bus. I haven't been doing so well with eating and exercising and while it's not showing, I'm waiting for it to rear it's ugly head with a vengeance. Let's not let that happen, okay?
I've still got that exciting, thoughtful blog brewing in my brain. I just need to put it down. Soon. I promise.
Tomorrow is running and sugar cooking cutting, baking, and decorating. That oughta go well for my waistline.
Something positive: Yay for chocolate cake and a pound gone. Something negative: I'm a terrible blogger. Something for tomorrow: Be your own taskmaster.
I know I promised a big blog today, but it's not gonna happen. Started, but not gonna happen.
I'm tired. I have to wake up early tomorrow (to babysit my baby cousin and hopefully make some much needed money). I spent some prime blog time today shopping with my friend and purchasing Glee Volume 1 and 2. Let's just say my life is complete. Well, maybe not my life but at least 2009.
Plus, I have some writer's block. Even what I'm writing here doesn't feel like it's flowing. With any luck I'll be able to work it out tomorrow.
In general, I ate well at home and ran today. Then I went to Chili's for dinner and ate too much and paid for it later. Let's just say my stomach no longer handles soft baked cookie bars with chocolate and caramel sauce with a big honkin' sphere of ice cream on top. Nope. I had to use the Walmart bathroom. Those of you who have used a Walmart bathroom know that you only use it for emergencies and only when your bowels are ready to seriously unleash their fury. Woof.
So anyway, stay tuned.
Something positive: I'm happy about running and I'm happy I learned a lesson. Something negative: Tiredness, writer's block, Walmart bathroom Something for tomorrow: Back on track!
Can you believe that I've been at this for eight weeks now? That's crazy talk! Saturday will be exactly two months. I've had some ups and downs but I haven't stayed this committed since The Great Weight Loss of 2003. Sweet!
As of today I've got 14.5 pounds to show for it. Yup! That's a loss of two pounds from last week and a half pound from my lowest weigh in two weeks ago. And that's with holidays and some travels and job interview hoopla. I'll take it!
Today I did 20 minutes/300 calories on the elliptical. I still can't decide if I like it or I hate it. I think I love it when I'm using it and for the rest of the day after I've finished but once I sleep I go back into the I hate the elliptical mode. Granted, when I wake up I'm typically in the I hate exercising and dieting and want eggs fried in real butter with toast with more butter and thick sliced bacon (not super crispy) served to me in front of the TV mode, so that could be a glitch. I do love running. When my groin area doesn't hurt (I think I pulled something yesterday-must stretch!) and it's not snowing and 25 degrees, that is.
I ran out of regular Cheerios last week and Honey-Nut Cheerios have a smaller serving size. I can figure how many points in a one cup serving but I just haven't had the gumption to do so quite yet. I'm guessing it's going to be on the heavier side of two points. Because I wasn't feeling like a mathematician today I had Cornflakes instead with strawberry slices. I'm not so sure how I feel about that. It's definitely not Cheerios and doesn't hold a candle to my #1 favorite cereal of all time: Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I kind of felt like my grandpa eating Cornflakes this morning. Not to mention the fiber was no where near where I wanted it to be. I need to get some Total or even just bring up the dreaded box of Kashi Go Lean from the basement pantry. Yuck.
What cereal do you eat for breakfast?
Lunch was four points worth of french onion soup (Progresso) and cheese and I'm probably going to dive into a pair here in a little bit. Pork chops, roasted potatoes, and green beans for dinner. While I'm here, let me say that two ounces of pork chop is so so so not a lot. I am currently defrosting a six ounce lean pork chop. That's nine points! I'm hoping that as it defrosts it loses a little bit of frozen water weight and weighs less. It's rackin' up my points, let me tell ya. But I suppose today I have some to spare.
I have a big blog brewing in my head. I think I'll save it for later this week. Get excited. =)
Something positive: Currently I love the elliptical. Something negative: It would be sweet if the muscles between my girlie bits and thighs could stop hurting. Please? Something for tomorrow: How about running, eating on plan, and maybe even drinking enough water. Come on sister, you're not fooling anyone.
These past few days I have been a terrible dieter, runner, blogger, and especially blogger friend.
Sorry guys.
It all started with Monday and my body essentially shutting down and not allowing me to run. It was actually kind of scary and definitely discouraging. Tuesday I was giving myself a break and Wednesday I was headed out of state where I planned to take a run when I got to where I was going so I could see the sights and stuff.
Ha. Yeah right. That didn't happen. It was raining and I'm not running in the rain the day before a job interview, especially when I planned on attending dinner with my possible boss. No way am I going to a preliminary dinner with sweat and rain soaked hair and blotchy skin. And there wasn't time to shower anyway. No run. Rather worrying and Facebooking.
What did happen was that I had delicious fish and chips. Yeah. 100% fried in some sort of sinister Irish grease. Oh, don't forget that I finished that off with some fried pound cake (as if pound cake wasn't bad enough on it's own) sitting on top of a pool of vanilla cream and topped off with sweet liquor soaked berries. Wonderful in my mouth? You best. Great for my waistline? Hell to the no! I got back to the hotel and attempted a run on their treadmill. Now, I've never used a treadmill. I decided I hope to never use a treadmill again. I just didn't like it. I was bored, I couldn't figure out a decent pace, and I was full. Additionally, I kept watching the numbers and that only makes me realize how far I really need to go. Not good. I left after half a mile and about six minutes of running. I laughed back to my room as I went up the side stairs so the front desk dude wouldn't be able to judge me as I slinked back so soon after I entered.
I had a good breakfast on Thursday and a portion controlled lunch but I was starving and on the road by the time dinner rolled around. I stopped by my brother's place and made him by me dinner at Noodles and Company. Good food but my choice of Pad Thai was probably not the healthiest. Better than their Macaroni and Cheese but I should have gotten something with more veggies. I did a lot of walking on Thursday but no real exercise.
Friday I said This is it! This is the day! I will be running! Instead I drove to Walmart, bought a bag of Baked Tostitos Scoops among other things, and later that day polished off half the bag with my homemade salsa. Way to go sis. There was no running. There was obsessing about thank you cards and emails and job opportunities. And pumpkin roll. There was definitely pumpkin roll.
Saturday was a big fat fail. I was stuffing food in my mouth left and right. It was like there was something inside of me that was just insatiable. Oh wait. There was. It's call my big fat uterus! Gah! I went to Primos with a friend for a later lunch and they serve potato chips on the table with this delicious ranch dip. Put a basket of chips in front of this girl when her favorite auntie is visiting and you can basically kiss them good-bye. I also polished off a cup of clam chowder and half a turkey rueben (turkey, melted swiss, and coleslaw on buttered rye with some thousand island dressing-heaven!) and I definitely had three bites of my friends corned beef ruben. Let's be honest there...I've only had corned beef once or twice in my life but the salty deliciousness that is corned beef hit the spot like nothing I've ever eaten before. Again on Saturday, while there was shopping, there was no running. There was more pumpkin roll.
Today has not been good for eating but I went running! It felt good once I got going. It's about 35 degrees here and the first eight minutes or so were just terrible. Hard to breathe, hard on the legs, hard to keep going forward with the cold wind holding me back. But I did it. Just under three miles in 32 minutes. I'll take it!
Eating today...ug. Started off this morning with a thin slice of, you guessed it-f'in pumpkin roll (which let's be honest-I'll probably polish it off tonight). After church (yes! I went to church today! A Unitarian Universalist Church in Akron. I enjoyed myself and will quite possibly return. I think that's another blog though.) I went to Cracker Barrel where I shared a meal with my friend. Sharing is good. Putting butter in your grits is probably not so good. Tonight I had Barberton Chicken for dinner. Don't even get me started. It's been a terrible day for eating. Terrible.
Tomorrow we'll see how much damage I did. I think the bus got a flat tired this week. Hopefully it will be fixed tomorrow. Like I told my mother tonight, I have to stay on the bus this week. I have to. No questions.
Other things I have to do this week: run a bunch. I have goals, my friends and my week off from running put quite a damper on what I need to take care of (30 more miles and 14 more runs by December 27th). I have to get back into my ab workout and/or find another. Oh and don't forget the elliptical. I'm pretty sure it's gathered some dust.
Something positive: Hey, at least my tastebuds are happy. Something negative: Hello! Did you read this blog? Something for tomorrow: Be a better blogger friend. I haven't visited/read/commented at all lately. I'm sorrry!
Minor crisis this morning: My scale's battery is dead.
You know how I feel about my scale.
I'm breathing deeply and I'm going to get through it.
I'm heading to Kentucky for the night for a job interview. I'll be back tomorrow evening. I'm not sure what I'll be eating but I brought my running clothes with the hopes that I can get a small workout (or even a walk) in before it gets dark.
If you are a praying person, please pray for me. I need it in the most serious way.
Something positive: Though the battery is dead, I think I'm handling it well. Something negative: The battery is dead! Something for tomorrow: Knock 'em dead, sister!
I'm successfully on the bus and this thrills me to no end!
Wanna know what else thrills me? I put on my pink pinstripe powersuit today and it fits perfectly! It makes me feel so good I'm using alliteration. Woo hoo! This NSV is especially wonderful considering I have to wear it on Thursday...
No exercise today (my legs are thanking me) but I've been cleaning up around the house. I'm on a roll!
Crock-pot beef roast with potatoes and carrots for dinner.
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I weight 207.5 pounds today. Yeah, it's a gain of 1.5 pounds but after my terrible weekend of horrible eating, I'm okay with that. I can only move forward, right?
I planned on running today the 3.6 miles to pick up my car at my dad's work. It's freezing. My legs, I think, are completely done. I could hardly run at all. I walked the whole way. Tomorrow is a day for sitting, I think.
I'm back on the bus and that's always nice. Cheerios and skim milk for breakfast. Tuna salad (tuna, olive oil mayo, caraway and seseme seeds, red onion, celery, garlic, salt, pepper, parsley, and lots of dill) on toast with a slice of cheese and an apple for lunch and for dinner we are having grilled chicken salads. I'm also getting ready to make some of my salsa. I love the stuff. I can (and do!) eat it with a spoon. It has been a little harder today. I want salt and crunch like potato chips.
Something positive: I'm sitting on the bus! Good new, right? Something negative: My body is spent. Over trained? Maybe I'm getting sick? I need to get some serious rest. Something for tomorrow: Take it easy and focus on good food so we can get back to where we need to be.
And I'm so not on the bus today. Maybe I didn't check the schedule but it seems to have dropped me off last Wednesday night and I'm waiting here for it to come back around and pick me up.
If you see my bus, please let the driver know that I'm ready to get back on and continue the ride.
I think I may have another damn shin split but this time on the outside. No good.
Tomorrow I am running/walking 3.6 miles to pick up my car. My dad, who conveniently let his dumbass friend drive his 27 hour old Mustang GT and wreck it, has no vehicle at the moment. Yeah. Read that again. Uh huh. My dad got his dream car at about 1pm on Tuesday and by 4pm on Wednesday it was wrapped around a tree. Hence the visit from the Drama Llama's Mama and the emotional eating Wednesday night. Awesome. So he has to take his unemployed daughter's car to work tomorrow and I'll run up there (literally) and get it tomorrow.
Note to friends: Don't let your friends drive your dream car. Especially when it's a V8 manual transmission and your friend typically drives an automatic that maybe has a V6 engine. Especially when it's raining and chilly. Especially when you and your friend are leaving a bar. Yeah...
Something positive: Tomorrow is a new day right? Something negative: I'm trying to be a Happy Helen but right now I'm sort of a Depressed Diane with some Cranky Cindy mixed in. Clearly. Something for tomorrow: Hopefully that bus will stop by and pick me up tomorrow.
I feel like I have so much to say about the last few days. I guess we'll just go day by day because I don't see any other way to do it. Here we go!
Wednesday: My BFF came into town! She's my favorite Texan and we met at The University of Georgia in grad school. We became roommates and fabulous friends. She inspires me to lose weight because she's always eating healthy (as most almost registered Dietitians do) and she LOVES the gym. Anyway, after grad school I came back to Ohio and waited eagerly for her to finish which she did, a year later. Just my luck, she moved to Kentucky and now lives exactly five hours away.
I've been counting down the days till she arrived and on Wednesday I woke up totally pumped about seeing her. Then the Drama Llama's Mama came strolling into town and long story short, she brought some family issues that included car accidents, angry parents, and a daughter in the middle. Great! Once everything was finally under control (several hours later) my Texan arrived and we left for a later dinner at Olive Garden with the friend*. I was hyped up and in the mood to emotionally eat. And so I did. Calamari with peppercorn sauce, Olive Garden salad (which is horrible for you! boo!), one breadstick and a half plate of shrimp formaggio manicotti stuff later, I was stuffed and swollen with sodium overload. Don't get me wrong, it was delicious but all so wrong for the lifestyle change. We had a delightful time and at the end friend* sent me a text message in which he informed me that he may have a crush on my Texan. Well of course you do! She's a thinner, brown eyed, Southern version of me! We are hiking on Sunday and I'm sure this will be a major topic of discussion. Details to come.
Thursday: My Texan and I woke up early, put on our running shoes, stretched and drove to Akron for the four mile Home Run for the Homeless Run. Let me tell you, I did not sleep the night before. I was so completely, utterly, deliriously scared of not finishing or being the last one. I was definitely not the last person. There were over 3,000 people registered and 1839 runners and walkers completed the race within the hour and fifteen minutes aloted. As I said yesterday I finished at 52 minutes and 30 seconds. I placed number 1761, so while I certainly wasn't a fast runner, I finished and I wasn't last! As per C25K, I was supposed to run 25 minutes straight. I actually ran over 35 minutes without walking and that includes up and down plenty of hills. One loop I was the only one running in the group I tended to keep pace with and I took that as an accomplishment. At 35 minutes I walked up a terrible hill that my car wouldn't have liked to drive and that took me only two minutes. At the top of the hill I went back into my jog and finished the race. Not bad, right? If you go to about 5 minutes and 45 seconds in the video below you'll see me finish! I'm number 1584 and I'm wearing a brown t-shirt and a white hat and yes, I did finish giving that other chick a dirty look for charging past me 90 miles and hour after I passed her just a few minutes before as she walked slowly. She (and a few others) did that the whole time. Run run run ahead and then get tired and walk so slowly. When you pass them they start to run again. Really? Pace yourself people. Anyway, enjoy taking a look at me, if you so desire. My Texan finished at just under 46 minutes in place 1645. We were proud of each other.
Afterwards I felt like we deserved an Everything bagel with cream cheese and it was delicious. We found ourselves ravenous by 1:30pm and got snacky. Bad bad. I had already decided that I was not going to count points or "diet" on Thanksgiving. I was going to trust my tummy and eat as I saw fit. I did and I was happy and filled up with yummy Thanksgiving food. I found myself ridiculously tired and crazy sore fell asleep sitting up on the couch like a senior citizen, reading your blogs. The next morning my new nickname was Grandma. Great.
Friday: No early morning shopping for me but mid-morning shopping I did do after a fabulously healthy breakfast of veggie omelets and fiber toast. I got a White Chocolate Mocha (non-fat, no whip) from Starbucks and then felt guilty for those unnecessary 350 calories but you'll have that. Mid afternoon we were back home and I burned 300 quick calories on the elliptical and then put on my pointy toed, three-inch stilleto heeled Nine West boots and went to the rich person mall. I tried on an XXL dress at Ann Taylor Loft and low and behold-it was too big! Then I tried on a pair of size 18 ATL jeans and other than they clearly were not the right cut for my body type, they fit! NSV? Yes, please!
Dinner was Cheesecake Factory and I ordered a Chicken Tostada Salad all dressing on the size. Good thing I got the dressing on the side because later I found out that the whole salad is 25 f'in points! I hardly had any of the vinaigrette but I did slurp down the tomatillo sauce, avocado cream, and a little bit of the sour cream so I think I saved myself a lot but still. It was delicious! So good! So filling! And I had a third of a low-carb cheesecake with strawberries. Bad? Maybe but it could have been so much worse!
Today: Hello binge mentality! How long do you plan on sticking around? As our veggie and turkey omelets cooked I ate cold stuffing, extra turkey, and some pumpkin roll, plus I insisted on making white bread toast and using real butter. Douche bag. Hey, it happens. The binge continued this afternoon but at least then I had Baked Scoops and homemade salsa (sliced fresh tomatos (some whole, some deseeded), a jalapeno (mostly deseeded), lime juice, garlic, cilantro, red onion, salt and pepper in a food processor. Refrigerate at least and hour so the flavors come together) so that was better. I think I'm back on track. I ran today for 30 minutes straight today (about 2.5 miles) with a two minute warm up walk. I feel pretty good. I need to go hop in the shower so I we can leave soon to get salads at TGI Fridays. Yum!
All-in-all, my schedule has been different this weekend and my eating has sort of sucked. My workouts have been okay, though I'd neglected my abs completely. With the holiday and meals outs and just generally having my friend here, I'm finding it difficult to stay on track, but I'll get back there soon. I'm expecting a gain on Monday (I'll probably be at 207 pounds or 208 pounds) but I'll take it. I'm not going to get down on myself. Just take it and move on.
Something positivie: I'm happy for having My Texan here and for delicious food! Oh and did you hear that I completed a four mile race? I'm a runner! Something negative: I wish my delicious food was non-caloric. Something for tomorrow: Back on track? Yes please.
Current Facebook Status: ran 4 miles in 52 minutes and 30 seconds this morning. I'd say that's pretty good for a fat girl that doesn't run when a man is chasing her with a gun! Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!
I'm currently waiting for pumpkin roll cake to cool so I can dump it out of the jelly roll pan and roll it with delicious cream cheese frosting.
I love baking. I'm a pretty amazing baker and an even better cook. But for real, y'all, spoons kill me. I know that everything I made tonight is going to taste fabulous. The cake is perfectly spiced and the cream cheese frosting has a lovely vanilla flavor. How do I know? Because I have this crazy need to scrape the bowl after I've already put the cake in the oven and lick all the spoons and beaters. Ug! Why do I do that? I know I shouldn't but it's like a reward for slaving away with measuring cups and eggs.
I ran today (two sets of 10 minutes) at the park burning 465 calories. I've eaten perfectly today and I was totally on track. Then the spoons entered my life. At this point what is left to say besides "oh well"? Exactly.
At least everything tasted good. I can't wait to dig in on Thanksgiving.
In other news, why is it that my Weight Watchers Daily Food Companion lists every single soup except Italian Wedding Soup? It has shark fin soup and ox tail soup but no regular Italian Wedding Soup. Ridiculous. Have no fear, I found the nutrition info online and plugged it in to my online points calculator.
Tomorrow is hopefully another day on track. It's my day off from running/elliptical/anything really involving my legs so I can be better prepared for my race on Thursday. I am going out to dinner with my BFF (visiting from Kentucky!) and my friend*. I'm not sure what is happening with my friend* but I'm feeling the need to see more of him...I'll keep you in the loop. Anyway, sister will be eating light during the day in preparation for wherever we eat at night. This will be the start of an excellent extended weekend. Can't wait.
Something positive: Yay for staying on track most of the day and having a great run. Something negative: Boo for spoons and how they kill me. Something for tomorrow: I've been waiting for tomorrow forever! Behave!
I've been awake for all of eight minutes right now but in that eight minutes I've already walked to the bathroom, peed, and hopped on the scale for my weekly weigh-in. This has been the Monday routine for seven weeks right now. I've had one initial weigh-in and after today, six wishing/hoping/praying weigh-ins.
I drank my water yesterday and stayed within my points, though I did have a Bubba Burger, which rings in at 11 points just for the hamburger patty. Add the bun and some cheese to it and basically, kill me now. But I accompanied it by some one point veggie soup so I hoped it kind of evened out the situation. I ran in the morning and did my ab workout at night and thought about jumping on the elliptical, but after hearing my mother tell me that was unnecessary, I changed my mind.
This morning my hands felt a little puffy and my new ring definitely fit perfectly rather that sort of loose. Uh-oh. Water weight. Fabulous! That's just what I need!
As I prepared myself for a less fortunate number I reluctantly stepped on the scale and closed my eyes. After a few seconds I opened them and then I did a little dance right there, mostly naked, on my bathroom scale.
206 pounds!!
I ate McDonalds twice this week(end). I had movie theater popcorn with butter. I ate Chinese buffet.
Then again, I ate sweet potatoes, chicken breast, veggies, and Cheerios. I ran three days, hopped on the elliptical three days, hiked, and worked my abs six days. I drank lots of water this week, probably my most consistent week to date. Perhaps I earned this!
A while back during my anti-goal rant I made a list of numbers I'd like to see on the scale. One of those numbers was 207 pounds. This number is important to me because I haven't seen below 208 pounds on a scale since 2004. Usually my diets get to 208 pounds and I jump off the bus for whatever reason.
I beat 208 pounds. No, I blew 208 pounds right off the scale. In fact, even while weighing myself every day I did not see 208 pounds (I jumped from 209 pounds to 207.5 pounds yesterday). Times like this my Agnosticish self totally recognizes that there is a God and he is on my side and helping me out along the way.
My next "Number I'd Like to See" is 199, obviously because it's my welcome into Onederland. Will I reach this next week? Definitely doubtful. Will I reach it soon? Yeah, I think so. I might even jump straight to 198, which is my 10% mark. In my weight loss challenge my goal was 195 by December 23rd. Eleven pounds in 4.5 weeks? Eh, that's pushing it. But I might be able to come close!
I'm adding another "Number I'd Like to See" and scratching off the number I already saw (or really missed completely). I'm throwing 190 pounds on the list. Why? Ha! That's my driver's license weight! Would it be nice to say you're lying because you weigh less rather than more? One of my friends is probably 100 pounds over here driver's license weight. She has no desire to update her photo ID, and I don't blame her. I wouldn't either. But ya know, once I move on to maintenance I will definitely be changing my license whether it's time to renew or not.
So, anyway, woo hoo! Yay for wonderful numbers, healthy eating, a little indulgence (perhaps the high-fat food was just enough to shake up my metabolism?), and definitely for exercise enjoyment. An additional yay for hiking since my friend* and I are going again this afternoon.
Super yay for Thanksgiving. I can't wait!
Something positive: 206 is my favorite number! Something negative: I am fearing backlash next week... Something for tomorrow: Stay strong and stay on plan for Thanksgiving is soon approaching!
Saturday morning I woke up and felt okay with my impulses the night before and I allowed my guilt to dissolve. I honestly don't think I went mad crazy over my flex points throughout the whole ordeal so I can't get too down on myself. I maybe took a step or two back but this is a forward moving journey so I'm going to keep headed in the right direction.
Yesterday I had Cheerios and skim milk for breakfast with apple slices and peanut butter. I did my ab workout and I cleaned the house. No serious calorie burnage but cleaning (mopping, vacuuming, moving furniture around) can be hard work. I was being healthy and trying to make up for last night's mini-bender.
Then I went and saw New Moon. First of all-holy cannoli! What a good movie! I recognize all the [serious] flaws in the Twilight movie but because of the connection I have with the book I will always, always love it. New Moon blew Twilight completely out of the water! The action was excellent and the special effects were great. The actors and acted like their characters rather than awkward, immature, pained versions of Edward and Bella so I was delightfully happy.
I broke down and got a small popcorn. Their small is probably five cups so it didn't break the Weight Watchers bank but they did put butter on it without asking me. While I should be upset at that fact, I was actually relieved because if the popcorn dude were to have said "would you like butter on your popcorn?" I probably would have broken down in tears at the serious moral dilemma that the situation would have become for me. Seriously. The whole time I was in line and I kept thinking butter or no butter? butter or no butter? and could not come to a decision. My popcorn was delicious and was well within my points.
Afterward my friend and wanted to go somewhere and talk about it and the only place around was McDonalds. So we went. For the second time in twenty-four hours (barely). Ug. I was hungry for dinner so I ordered a four piece chicken nugget kids meal. I think I made a good decision there. Yes, MickyD's is terrible, but if you're going to eat there, a kids meal, especially a chicken nugget kids meal is the way to go. I was proud[ish] and full. The nuggets were good and the fries, again, were excellent.
I came home and cleaned some more and then did 20 hard minutes on the elliptical to burn 302 calories. I was sweaty and satisfied with my life.
I picked my parents up from the airport last night (another trip to the Caribbean without their favorite daughter), and my mom told me that I look like I'd lost a little more weight. Sweet! She rewarded me with a Tanzanite ring. Not really, but I am wearing a new Tanzanite ring because I have the best parents in the world, and they love giving me early Christmas presents. She asked me my ring size before we left and I told her that my high school class ring that still fits is a size nine. She got this ring in size 8.75. It's sort of loose. That's pretty sweet. Hopefully I'll be able to wear it on my middle finger soon. NSV? Definitely. It's kind of like this but with a thicker band. Don't I have awesome parents?
C25K update: Week 6, Day 1 went well this morning. Five minutes, eight minutes, five minutes of running. It seemed a bit difficult at a few points but I made it. I am so ready for this four miler on Thursday!
Something positive: Awesome parents, forgiving mistakes, and Week 6 Something negative: McDonalds. Ug. Something for tomorrow: Stay on track this week! Thanksgiving is almost here!
I'm a twenty-something lifetime FatGirl who has experienced the thinner side of life just once. Several years and several pounds later, we're going to try this again.
You want to check out Another Taste of Thin. That's where I write my weight loss rambles. Someday SkinnyMinnie's Food Diary is just that and a little bit more that you don't want to hear about. And it's private. Want to know what I eat? Ask. I am definitely willing to share.
