Well, after almost a month, I figured it was time to check in:
I have lost a total of 7 pounds.
I haven't had too many problems, although I'll admit that I haven't been using my calculator in the past two weeks. I have kindof lost my mojo with the whole fad. My workout has been slowed down to nearly nothing. I try to go swimming at a friends pool once a week to get some sun and a workout. I haven't been using my wii as much as I need to. I did get a puppy, so I suppose I could count walking her 3-4 times a day as a workout.
I weigh in every Sunday/Monday, and I anticipate a gain almost every week. A loss of 1-2 pounds a week is considered healthy and normal, so I'm pleased with the progress. It's more of a slight life change than a diet. I haven't felt too bad about my choices, although I'm well aware of when I'm not making the healthiest decisions.
It says somewhere that the fat fairy didn't come last night and put on the pounds, and the skinny fairy isn't coming tonight.
I eat smart one's weight watchers meals almost every day at lunch. I cook healthier meals at night, and my man friend really enjoys them. I keep weight watchers icecream in the freezer (I found them on clearance at Kroger and STOCKED UP) and they are delicious and they really curve my sweet tooth.
All in all, I can't complain. The process is working, I'm just loosing my motivation. Maybe I'll stop in on a meeting to help kick my fat ass back in gear.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Buying In
Well, I bought in to Weight Watchers last Thursday. I had an extra $60 since my check was really good and all my bills were paid. I've known a few people that have lost a lot of weight on the program, and I need to try. I'm 100 pounds over weight, and I've got to start somewhere.
See, I have a problem with the follow through. Part of the reason I decided to sign up for the online program is because it's so easy and tech savvy. Meetings with strangers and weighing in and getting "support" really isn't my cup of tea. But being able to track all my points on my phone, it's really too easy to fuck up.
I started out at 279 pounds with 46 points. The deal is that I can eat whatever I want as long as I stick within my point allowance. There is a calculator that I can enter the fat, fiber, carbohydrates, and protein of whatever I want to eat, and the calculator will give me the points value. While doing my online research, I found a few websites that gave me the exact mathematical formula to figure the points on my own, but I'm not going to invest that much time working the math of every single thing I eat. The calculator really makes this program fool proof.
After a little research, I went to the store and stocked up on a bunch of low point foods to eat. All fruit and vegetables are free, and I found some great buys that I can eat all day long. There are soups and frozen dinners that are delicious and low on points, and recipes I'm excited to try out.
I feel like I'm selling out, but the truth is that I'm buying in. The diet industry makes millions every year on people like me, and it's not something I'm proud of. I'd like to think that I have more will power than I do, but I don't. If I don't have an easy plan there's no way I'm going to stick to it.
What's really great is that my man friend is totally supportive. He's not one to "waist money" on a website that he'll never use, but there's going to be changes with the way we eat dinner. I figured out he can have about 54 points a day, and although he won't be keeping track online, he's willing to keep track in a food journal and I can calculate the points for him.
And speaking of dinner, I went to applebees last night with a coworker, and I ordered the spicy shrimp and rice, and it was DELICIOUS and only 8 points! The downer: my long island iced tea was almost 30 points. I couldn't bring myself to finish it all and blow my points for the day, so I made my coworker help me finish it so I only had to claim 15 points.
Last week, I went to dinner with a friend at the same restaurant, but I had 5 long islands, and the appetizer platter...all by myself. Then I came home and ate an entire chocolate bar in bed while watching tv.
See, I have a problem with the follow through. Part of the reason I decided to sign up for the online program is because it's so easy and tech savvy. Meetings with strangers and weighing in and getting "support" really isn't my cup of tea. But being able to track all my points on my phone, it's really too easy to fuck up.
I started out at 279 pounds with 46 points. The deal is that I can eat whatever I want as long as I stick within my point allowance. There is a calculator that I can enter the fat, fiber, carbohydrates, and protein of whatever I want to eat, and the calculator will give me the points value. While doing my online research, I found a few websites that gave me the exact mathematical formula to figure the points on my own, but I'm not going to invest that much time working the math of every single thing I eat. The calculator really makes this program fool proof.
After a little research, I went to the store and stocked up on a bunch of low point foods to eat. All fruit and vegetables are free, and I found some great buys that I can eat all day long. There are soups and frozen dinners that are delicious and low on points, and recipes I'm excited to try out.
I feel like I'm selling out, but the truth is that I'm buying in. The diet industry makes millions every year on people like me, and it's not something I'm proud of. I'd like to think that I have more will power than I do, but I don't. If I don't have an easy plan there's no way I'm going to stick to it.
What's really great is that my man friend is totally supportive. He's not one to "waist money" on a website that he'll never use, but there's going to be changes with the way we eat dinner. I figured out he can have about 54 points a day, and although he won't be keeping track online, he's willing to keep track in a food journal and I can calculate the points for him.
And speaking of dinner, I went to applebees last night with a coworker, and I ordered the spicy shrimp and rice, and it was DELICIOUS and only 8 points! The downer: my long island iced tea was almost 30 points. I couldn't bring myself to finish it all and blow my points for the day, so I made my coworker help me finish it so I only had to claim 15 points.
Last week, I went to dinner with a friend at the same restaurant, but I had 5 long islands, and the appetizer platter...all by myself. Then I came home and ate an entire chocolate bar in bed while watching tv.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Paris and My Fat Ass
As much as I love love saying the words, "I'm going back to Paris this weekend," I always have have to follow with the drab truth that I am not going to France. There is a tiny town in north east Texas called Paris (near the border of Oklahoma), and my man friend and I have friends there. It's a nice little place out in the country about 2 hours from home, and just far enough out of the way to make it feel like a vacation. There are adorable little overpriced antique shops in the town square, and our friends have the most adorable little girl I've ever known. The funny (amazing) thing is, we don't really listen to the radio on those drives, we talk the entire time.
The reason this is relevant to this blog is because before we left, something really embarrassing happened to me. I shall start from the beginning:
It was my dad's birthday party, and it was marti gras themed. There were beads in the trees in the back yard, a fire pit, and candles scattered around the garden. People wore masks, and my mother made some amazing food. I was tempted to wear my $6 plastic boobs that I got for Halloween one year, but I was informed that they are tacky. The party was really nice, and I've come to enjoy the themes my family put together, no matter how random they seem. (example: my mothers 42nd birthday party was deemed a hot flash bash, and everything was pink and red and we all had hand fans).
Well, after the party wound down, I was saying my goodbyes around the fire pit. When I went to stand up to get out of my chair, I realized that my ass was stuck. I mean, I stood up and the chair came with me, quite literally clutching my hips like a monkey on it's mothers back. Needless to say, my family started laughing at me. I sat back down and made a depressing "awwwwww" sound that made everyone laugh harder. Because it was my family, I wasn't so much embarrassed as I would have been around strangers or friends. Thank god.
Well that started the ride out to Paris on a fat note. We started talking about dieting. The discussion very quickly jumped on my weight watchers smart ones that I take to lunch vs. his 3 sandwhiches ("But I'm using LOW FAT MAYONASE!"). This man is not impossible to argue with, but winning him over is absolutely futile. I mentioned that the weight watchers program works really well if we both got on it and stuck to it, we could loose a lot of weight. We could research online and find out exactly how many points each of us should get to avoid the meetings and membership fees. Then there were the pros and cons of counting calories vs. counting points vs. just eating healthy. The discussion dwindled down to the fact that no matter which way we went, we would have to keep count of things, and neither of us would realistically stick to that very long. Then the topic moved to gyms and their benefits. I pointed out that there is no way I'm going to work for 9 hours, then go WORK OUT every night (or every other night for that matter). I know myself. That membership will be waisted. We finally decided that a walk by the lake in the evenings wouldn't kill us.
We discussed what our options are for the entire 2 hours. There was no agreement on any type of program or routine that would work for both of us as a team. We concluded that we are going to have to go at our weight problems on our own.
When we got to Paris, we let it all go. We relaxed and watched movies and laughed and played with the kid and the dogs. Sunday night, I was in the bathroom washing my face and their 3 year old little girl came in behind me and said, "Woah! You have a REALLY BIG BUTT!" Have I mentioned that I don't like kids? We'll save that subject for another time.
As far as my weight loss progress has gone, it really hasn't. I haven't really dropped any significant weight since December. But I haven't gained any weight either, so I suppose that's a step in the right direction. Or at very least, not a backslide down the big fat hill.
For dinner tonight, I'm cutting up potatoes and chicken sausage and baking it in the oven with some rosemary. And I'm having a Shiner Light Blonde (that's only 99 calories of delicious Texas Shiner Bock goodness).
This is going to be a very long process.
The reason this is relevant to this blog is because before we left, something really embarrassing happened to me. I shall start from the beginning:
It was my dad's birthday party, and it was marti gras themed. There were beads in the trees in the back yard, a fire pit, and candles scattered around the garden. People wore masks, and my mother made some amazing food. I was tempted to wear my $6 plastic boobs that I got for Halloween one year, but I was informed that they are tacky. The party was really nice, and I've come to enjoy the themes my family put together, no matter how random they seem. (example: my mothers 42nd birthday party was deemed a hot flash bash, and everything was pink and red and we all had hand fans).
Well, after the party wound down, I was saying my goodbyes around the fire pit. When I went to stand up to get out of my chair, I realized that my ass was stuck. I mean, I stood up and the chair came with me, quite literally clutching my hips like a monkey on it's mothers back. Needless to say, my family started laughing at me. I sat back down and made a depressing "awwwwww" sound that made everyone laugh harder. Because it was my family, I wasn't so much embarrassed as I would have been around strangers or friends. Thank god.
Well that started the ride out to Paris on a fat note. We started talking about dieting. The discussion very quickly jumped on my weight watchers smart ones that I take to lunch vs. his 3 sandwhiches ("But I'm using LOW FAT MAYONASE!"). This man is not impossible to argue with, but winning him over is absolutely futile. I mentioned that the weight watchers program works really well if we both got on it and stuck to it, we could loose a lot of weight. We could research online and find out exactly how many points each of us should get to avoid the meetings and membership fees. Then there were the pros and cons of counting calories vs. counting points vs. just eating healthy. The discussion dwindled down to the fact that no matter which way we went, we would have to keep count of things, and neither of us would realistically stick to that very long. Then the topic moved to gyms and their benefits. I pointed out that there is no way I'm going to work for 9 hours, then go WORK OUT every night (or every other night for that matter). I know myself. That membership will be waisted. We finally decided that a walk by the lake in the evenings wouldn't kill us.
We discussed what our options are for the entire 2 hours. There was no agreement on any type of program or routine that would work for both of us as a team. We concluded that we are going to have to go at our weight problems on our own.
When we got to Paris, we let it all go. We relaxed and watched movies and laughed and played with the kid and the dogs. Sunday night, I was in the bathroom washing my face and their 3 year old little girl came in behind me and said, "Woah! You have a REALLY BIG BUTT!" Have I mentioned that I don't like kids? We'll save that subject for another time.
As far as my weight loss progress has gone, it really hasn't. I haven't really dropped any significant weight since December. But I haven't gained any weight either, so I suppose that's a step in the right direction. Or at very least, not a backslide down the big fat hill.
For dinner tonight, I'm cutting up potatoes and chicken sausage and baking it in the oven with some rosemary. And I'm having a Shiner Light Blonde (that's only 99 calories of delicious Texas Shiner Bock goodness).
This is going to be a very long process.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Valentines
My man friend doesn't believe in valentines day. He never has, and has made it very clear that he would never be going out of his way to do something special for me on purpose February 14th. Ever.
As harsh as that sounds, and as heart broken as alot of women would be, I have to agree with him. It's a commercial holiday, and we don't need it. We are romantic enough as is. We smuggle, and we trade back/shoulder/foot massages about once a week. We leave each other love notes scattered around the apartment, on the fridge, and scrawled in sharpie on my bathroom mirror. I wear sexy bras and panties pretty often, so it's not like I would be surprising him with something unexpected (more importantly, nothing I'd feel foolish, fat, and uncomfortable in). We make each other nice dinners because we want to, and he brings home flowers more often than all the guys I've dated combined. We have date nights about once a month, but because we love each others company and we have so much fun, it's like every night is date night. After 5 years, we're getting better all the time.
Last weekend, I got sick. It's just the usual crap that comes along at least twice a year, where my ears itch, my throat hurts, and I barely move from the couch to the bed for 48 hours. I turn into this pitiful hideous snot monster, but he still wants to kiss me.
He called me before he left work and joked about how terrible I sounded. He told me that he was in a Starbucks war with a girl he works with, and he wanted to know exactly how to say my drink so he could out Starbucks her before he came home. So i told him to grab a pen, "venti skinny upside down white chocolate mocha extra hot no whip". I squeaked out that 17 syllables would surely win him the war.
Well, low and behold, he came home with my venti skinny upside down white chocolate mocha extra hot no whip. Not only did it melt the pain from my throat momentarily, it also melted my heart. I know it's just coffee, but it's MY favorite coffee. And this is not a man who drinks much coffee at all, much less $7 coffee.
So yesterday, Valentines day, I called in sick with my sickness. We stayed in bed till 3pm, and I drank hot tea and littered the floor beside my bed with used tissues. Finally, when we talked ourselves into making a move, we decided to run some errands. We went to make his truck payment, and we window shopped for a little while. I wanted to go to Charming Charlies (this amazing little accessories store that's organized by color-GENIUS-that's super inexpensive-nothing over $40, and most everything under $20). I frequently buy obscure jewelry, that my mother refers to as "tacky." I have owl necklaces and big over sized flower rings and rhinestone studded big bird rings. My man friend thinks it's awesome, and he loves that I wear weird things. When I told him they were opening a CC in town, he pinpointed exactly where it's going to be. When I told him I wanted to see if it was open yet, he replied, "it's not."
"How do you know?"
"Because I checked already."
"When?!"
"Two days ago, and two days before that, and two days before that. Just trust me."
I'm so excited that he's going to buy me a present from there! Knowing him, he's going to buy me lots of little things from there from now on. Because he's thoughtful and amazing like that.
Later that night we went out to eat on a double date with his brother and his new girlfriend. It was one of those mexican food places where you stand in line and build your own burritos, so nothing super fancy. I was barely wearing makeup, and I still felt like poop. After that, we played a few games of pool and went home. We sat on the couch and before we knew it, 5 hours had passed. That's what it's like with him, hours fly by like minutes.
I could go on and on about how wonderful he is, and how much I absolutely adore him, but it's safe to assume that it would make you gag, whoever you are.
As harsh as that sounds, and as heart broken as alot of women would be, I have to agree with him. It's a commercial holiday, and we don't need it. We are romantic enough as is. We smuggle, and we trade back/shoulder/foot massages about once a week. We leave each other love notes scattered around the apartment, on the fridge, and scrawled in sharpie on my bathroom mirror. I wear sexy bras and panties pretty often, so it's not like I would be surprising him with something unexpected (more importantly, nothing I'd feel foolish, fat, and uncomfortable in). We make each other nice dinners because we want to, and he brings home flowers more often than all the guys I've dated combined. We have date nights about once a month, but because we love each others company and we have so much fun, it's like every night is date night. After 5 years, we're getting better all the time.
Last weekend, I got sick. It's just the usual crap that comes along at least twice a year, where my ears itch, my throat hurts, and I barely move from the couch to the bed for 48 hours. I turn into this pitiful hideous snot monster, but he still wants to kiss me.
He called me before he left work and joked about how terrible I sounded. He told me that he was in a Starbucks war with a girl he works with, and he wanted to know exactly how to say my drink so he could out Starbucks her before he came home. So i told him to grab a pen, "venti skinny upside down white chocolate mocha extra hot no whip". I squeaked out that 17 syllables would surely win him the war.
Well, low and behold, he came home with my venti skinny upside down white chocolate mocha extra hot no whip. Not only did it melt the pain from my throat momentarily, it also melted my heart. I know it's just coffee, but it's MY favorite coffee. And this is not a man who drinks much coffee at all, much less $7 coffee.
So yesterday, Valentines day, I called in sick with my sickness. We stayed in bed till 3pm, and I drank hot tea and littered the floor beside my bed with used tissues. Finally, when we talked ourselves into making a move, we decided to run some errands. We went to make his truck payment, and we window shopped for a little while. I wanted to go to Charming Charlies (this amazing little accessories store that's organized by color-GENIUS-that's super inexpensive-nothing over $40, and most everything under $20). I frequently buy obscure jewelry, that my mother refers to as "tacky." I have owl necklaces and big over sized flower rings and rhinestone studded big bird rings. My man friend thinks it's awesome, and he loves that I wear weird things. When I told him they were opening a CC in town, he pinpointed exactly where it's going to be. When I told him I wanted to see if it was open yet, he replied, "it's not."
"How do you know?"
"Because I checked already."
"When?!"
"Two days ago, and two days before that, and two days before that. Just trust me."
I'm so excited that he's going to buy me a present from there! Knowing him, he's going to buy me lots of little things from there from now on. Because he's thoughtful and amazing like that.
Later that night we went out to eat on a double date with his brother and his new girlfriend. It was one of those mexican food places where you stand in line and build your own burritos, so nothing super fancy. I was barely wearing makeup, and I still felt like poop. After that, we played a few games of pool and went home. We sat on the couch and before we knew it, 5 hours had passed. That's what it's like with him, hours fly by like minutes.
I could go on and on about how wonderful he is, and how much I absolutely adore him, but it's safe to assume that it would make you gag, whoever you are.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Talking About Taking A Vacation
I got my income tax check the other day. I'll have some extra cash laying around after I get my car inspected. I'm not good with money, or regular vehicle maintenance. But, I'm trying to be a more responsible adult, and with that comes perks. Like my week of paid vacation, that I can take at any time.
So last night, after my lady tv shows went off, I held a conversation with my man friend. I told him since we are going to have a few hundred bucks each from the IRS, we should plan our vacation early. Because my uncle lives in Florida and has tons of room, I thought maybe we could fly down there and stay 4 or 5 days. And you know what he said to me? "I can't even think about getting on a plane until I have like, $3000 saved up. And I've never been a fan of Florida."
Humph.
First of all, that asshole has never had $3000 saved up that wasn't designated for something significant and important, and neither have I. And furthermore, I don't think I'll EVER have $3000 saved up. I'm not a saver. So sue me.
Secondly, that asshole has never been on a plane in his life, much less been to Florida. You can't judge a state by it's sport teams. That's just fucking ridiculous.
Third, and most likely, if he's worried about being the fattest asshole on the beach, he needs to get over it. I went last year and I felt like a sea cow, but I had a blast and I didn't let it effect my vacation negatively. That's just motivation for me to get my chunky monkey legs slimmed down on my exercise bike!
The conversation was not over, so I suggested maybe a drive down to New Orleans for a few days instead. I've been to New Orleans 3 or 4 times, and I love the old cemeteries, the night life is fun, and the food is incredible. He didn't totally shoot me down, but he made it pretty clear that New Orleans was not on the top of his to-do list. Basically, he wasn't in the mood to discuss any sort of vacation at all, because there was nothing that came out of my mouth that sounded good to him. He bummed me out, and he knew it.
I voiced out loud that I'll just go by myself. I don't NEED him to go with me anywhere, I just WANTED him to come with me somewhere. He's not alot of fun to travel with anyway.
We have been friends for almost 8 years, and we have never been out of the state together. We have friends spread all over Texas that we go to visit for long weekends, at least 10 times a year. Then I have some friends in Austin that I visit with at least once a year on my own. But 3 day weekends are not VACATIONS. A big trip requires early planning if you want to save money on a ticket.
Anyway, I'm done. I'm going out for drinks with my sister at 7. Partly because I don't want to go home and have him bum me out again, and partly because I want to talk trash over a long island iced tea.
Happy weekend, whoever you are.
So last night, after my lady tv shows went off, I held a conversation with my man friend. I told him since we are going to have a few hundred bucks each from the IRS, we should plan our vacation early. Because my uncle lives in Florida and has tons of room, I thought maybe we could fly down there and stay 4 or 5 days. And you know what he said to me? "I can't even think about getting on a plane until I have like, $3000 saved up. And I've never been a fan of Florida."
Humph.
First of all, that asshole has never had $3000 saved up that wasn't designated for something significant and important, and neither have I. And furthermore, I don't think I'll EVER have $3000 saved up. I'm not a saver. So sue me.
Secondly, that asshole has never been on a plane in his life, much less been to Florida. You can't judge a state by it's sport teams. That's just fucking ridiculous.
Third, and most likely, if he's worried about being the fattest asshole on the beach, he needs to get over it. I went last year and I felt like a sea cow, but I had a blast and I didn't let it effect my vacation negatively. That's just motivation for me to get my chunky monkey legs slimmed down on my exercise bike!
The conversation was not over, so I suggested maybe a drive down to New Orleans for a few days instead. I've been to New Orleans 3 or 4 times, and I love the old cemeteries, the night life is fun, and the food is incredible. He didn't totally shoot me down, but he made it pretty clear that New Orleans was not on the top of his to-do list. Basically, he wasn't in the mood to discuss any sort of vacation at all, because there was nothing that came out of my mouth that sounded good to him. He bummed me out, and he knew it.
I voiced out loud that I'll just go by myself. I don't NEED him to go with me anywhere, I just WANTED him to come with me somewhere. He's not alot of fun to travel with anyway.
We have been friends for almost 8 years, and we have never been out of the state together. We have friends spread all over Texas that we go to visit for long weekends, at least 10 times a year. Then I have some friends in Austin that I visit with at least once a year on my own. But 3 day weekends are not VACATIONS. A big trip requires early planning if you want to save money on a ticket.
Anyway, I'm done. I'm going out for drinks with my sister at 7. Partly because I don't want to go home and have him bum me out again, and partly because I want to talk trash over a long island iced tea.
Happy weekend, whoever you are.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Inches
I got a measuring tape the other day. On my WiiFitPlus, I can keep track of my waist measurements, and my first one clocked in at 53.5 inches. That's more than 4 feet around, and just a little depressing. If you stretch out the 53.5 inches in one long line, it's kindof baffling. That's how ROUND my waist is, and stretched out strait like that is a sortof visual kick in the ass. It hasn't made me retaliate on myself in a negative way. I still do the same things I always do. It's just a new number to think about.
Speaking of numbers, my mother and I went out to lunch the other day. We had some pretty crappy (and terribly unhealthy) mexican food, and we talked about our weight almost the entire time. I told her about how that 1oo pounds I had lost crept back up on me over 4 years, and she's just as baffled as I am. I told her I don't really believe in the all mighty BMI while she is a firm believer in it, even though we're both at the top of the charts. I told her that it's not the NUMBERS I'm worried about, it's the CLOTHES i want to fit in to. And I'll do it my way.
I've been doing pretty good at checking in on Wii. 16 days out of 30 isn't half bad. My weight graft is slowly declining, although there are spikes when I mistakenly weighed in right after I had a late dinner and a few drinks. I'll be happy at the end of the year if the graft showed moderately steady weight loss, and not a drastic decline. I'd say I'm doing a pretty good job keeping it up. I've gone about 20 miles on my exercise bike since I got it set up in my living room. I won't lie and say it's an every day battle, because it's not. but I'm proud of what I've been doing, because it's more healthy than doing nothing.
Speaking of numbers, my mother and I went out to lunch the other day. We had some pretty crappy (and terribly unhealthy) mexican food, and we talked about our weight almost the entire time. I told her about how that 1oo pounds I had lost crept back up on me over 4 years, and she's just as baffled as I am. I told her I don't really believe in the all mighty BMI while she is a firm believer in it, even though we're both at the top of the charts. I told her that it's not the NUMBERS I'm worried about, it's the CLOTHES i want to fit in to. And I'll do it my way.
I've been doing pretty good at checking in on Wii. 16 days out of 30 isn't half bad. My weight graft is slowly declining, although there are spikes when I mistakenly weighed in right after I had a late dinner and a few drinks. I'll be happy at the end of the year if the graft showed moderately steady weight loss, and not a drastic decline. I'd say I'm doing a pretty good job keeping it up. I've gone about 20 miles on my exercise bike since I got it set up in my living room. I won't lie and say it's an every day battle, because it's not. but I'm proud of what I've been doing, because it's more healthy than doing nothing.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Being Obese
So here's what I've been up to this year thus far:
1. I've been making some mean greens, and doing without the carbs all together at least twice a week. Brussel sprouts are a new favorite of mine, and I saute them in one part butter, one part extra virgin olive oil, a little sea salt, a bunch of pepper, and an entire head of garlic. They're so damn good with grilled chicken that I don't even miss potatoes or noodles as the "fill me up." Also, steamed broccoli is pretty amazing.
2. My workout schedule has been hit and miss. Hit meaning, when I hit the nail on the head, I hit it HARD. I mix up my time between my exercise bike and doing the hula hoop and other various games on the Wii for an entire day. I make sure to sit down every hour or so for at least half an hour, and I drink water and stretch out my legs on the floor while I watch the cooking channel. I like the feel of my legs burning, and I visualize the inches coming off.
When I miss though, I'll miss for 2 or 3 days straight. I'll eat fried foods, and drink white russians, and pig out on a sushi buffet. And shockingly enough, every time I get on to weigh my shame, I'm expecting to have gained at least 10 pounds back. Shockingly enough, I am steadily loosing about 2 a week. Which means I'm up to a total of minus 6 pounds since I started giving a shit. And that's pretty awesome.
3. I have the internet in my apartment now, and I've never been so in love. I've been following a bunch of blogs closely, and I've been stealing crafty ideas for my tiny little nest. I realized last week how much I'm in love with my bedroom. Oh, and I've been balls deep on the couch watching United States Of Tara on Netflix for the past 3 nights in a row. Now that I think of it, I should really be on the exercise bike while I'm ignoring everything around me for 30 minutes at a time. I'd be finishing it now, except that my power's out.
What I really need to do soon:
1. I need to get a measuring tape. I want to track how many inches I'm loosing. I don't care so much about my hips and my belly (bellies, let's be honest) but my thunder thighs are not going to be missed, and I want to celebrate their passing with every inch.
2. I want a pedometer. I'm curious how many steps I take a day. I know I could get one of those cheap ones from the dollar store, but I don't trust them.
3. I need to clean out my closet. There is a mountain of clothes ready to swallow me whole. I have a laundry bin in the bathroom that's going to rot through to my downstairs neighbor if I don't empty it soon. I've got those space saver bags where you suck out all the air to make room for more shit, and I need to put them back in use. What's more, I need to take a bag to Good Will to donate, instead of bringing more artsy crafty crap home.
1. I've been making some mean greens, and doing without the carbs all together at least twice a week. Brussel sprouts are a new favorite of mine, and I saute them in one part butter, one part extra virgin olive oil, a little sea salt, a bunch of pepper, and an entire head of garlic. They're so damn good with grilled chicken that I don't even miss potatoes or noodles as the "fill me up." Also, steamed broccoli is pretty amazing.
2. My workout schedule has been hit and miss. Hit meaning, when I hit the nail on the head, I hit it HARD. I mix up my time between my exercise bike and doing the hula hoop and other various games on the Wii for an entire day. I make sure to sit down every hour or so for at least half an hour, and I drink water and stretch out my legs on the floor while I watch the cooking channel. I like the feel of my legs burning, and I visualize the inches coming off.
When I miss though, I'll miss for 2 or 3 days straight. I'll eat fried foods, and drink white russians, and pig out on a sushi buffet. And shockingly enough, every time I get on to weigh my shame, I'm expecting to have gained at least 10 pounds back. Shockingly enough, I am steadily loosing about 2 a week. Which means I'm up to a total of minus 6 pounds since I started giving a shit. And that's pretty awesome.
3. I have the internet in my apartment now, and I've never been so in love. I've been following a bunch of blogs closely, and I've been stealing crafty ideas for my tiny little nest. I realized last week how much I'm in love with my bedroom. Oh, and I've been balls deep on the couch watching United States Of Tara on Netflix for the past 3 nights in a row. Now that I think of it, I should really be on the exercise bike while I'm ignoring everything around me for 30 minutes at a time. I'd be finishing it now, except that my power's out.
What I really need to do soon:
1. I need to get a measuring tape. I want to track how many inches I'm loosing. I don't care so much about my hips and my belly (bellies, let's be honest) but my thunder thighs are not going to be missed, and I want to celebrate their passing with every inch.
2. I want a pedometer. I'm curious how many steps I take a day. I know I could get one of those cheap ones from the dollar store, but I don't trust them.
3. I need to clean out my closet. There is a mountain of clothes ready to swallow me whole. I have a laundry bin in the bathroom that's going to rot through to my downstairs neighbor if I don't empty it soon. I've got those space saver bags where you suck out all the air to make room for more shit, and I need to put them back in use. What's more, I need to take a bag to Good Will to donate, instead of bringing more artsy crafty crap home.
Monday, January 2, 2012
2012
Happy New Year!
Sadly, I didn't go to the masquerade party I had planed on. The last two days of the year were the busiest and most terrible days of work I've had in a while. I'll skip the sour notes, but it really ruined my mood. I was not in the mood to party, I was in the mood to go home and cry.
But I wouldn't give into my instinctive self pity party, so I decided to go get a pedicure at 7pm on New Years Eve, and I enjoyed every second of it. I listened to an orchestra play songs from West Side Story on the TV, and I let the little old lady massage my shoulders with warm oil while another one scrubbed and rubbed my feet and legs. It was the nicest thing I could have possibly done for myself. I chose a dark silver for my toes, because I always match the color of the panties I'm wearing. I think I read that in a book somewhere, and it stuck with me.
After that, I went home and opened the bottle of Crown Royale that I had specifically bought for the night. I watched Sex in the City until about 30 minutes before midnight. Then I turned to the local news station and watched downtown Dallas bring in the new year at Victory Center. The live music was HORRIBLE, and as I sipped my Crown (alone) I was thankful that I was there, with my fat orange cat Otis, by myself.
My man friend came over around 3 am, after his buzz wore off from the party he went to. We finished the bottle of Crown and stayed up talking until 6am, when we finally and blissfully went to sleep.
I ate black eyed peas at my mother's house on New Years day, because it's a tradition we've had since we were little kids. I made myself a mimosa for breakfast, and had 3 strawberry margaritas on the rocks for lunch. We watched the Cowboys loose, and while we were playing Yahtzee, my aunt asked everyone what their new years resolutions were.
I don't want to QUIT doing anything. I don't want to set unreasonable, unsustainable goals.
I just want to drink more water and work out more.
I want to be healthier.
Sadly, I didn't go to the masquerade party I had planed on. The last two days of the year were the busiest and most terrible days of work I've had in a while. I'll skip the sour notes, but it really ruined my mood. I was not in the mood to party, I was in the mood to go home and cry.
But I wouldn't give into my instinctive self pity party, so I decided to go get a pedicure at 7pm on New Years Eve, and I enjoyed every second of it. I listened to an orchestra play songs from West Side Story on the TV, and I let the little old lady massage my shoulders with warm oil while another one scrubbed and rubbed my feet and legs. It was the nicest thing I could have possibly done for myself. I chose a dark silver for my toes, because I always match the color of the panties I'm wearing. I think I read that in a book somewhere, and it stuck with me.
After that, I went home and opened the bottle of Crown Royale that I had specifically bought for the night. I watched Sex in the City until about 30 minutes before midnight. Then I turned to the local news station and watched downtown Dallas bring in the new year at Victory Center. The live music was HORRIBLE, and as I sipped my Crown (alone) I was thankful that I was there, with my fat orange cat Otis, by myself.
My man friend came over around 3 am, after his buzz wore off from the party he went to. We finished the bottle of Crown and stayed up talking until 6am, when we finally and blissfully went to sleep.
I ate black eyed peas at my mother's house on New Years day, because it's a tradition we've had since we were little kids. I made myself a mimosa for breakfast, and had 3 strawberry margaritas on the rocks for lunch. We watched the Cowboys loose, and while we were playing Yahtzee, my aunt asked everyone what their new years resolutions were.
I don't want to QUIT doing anything. I don't want to set unreasonable, unsustainable goals.
I just want to drink more water and work out more.
I want to be healthier.
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