I was 190.1 this morning. Not bad, I thought (considering I was 202 at the beginning of March).
Then I looked at myself in the bathtub tonight. Much work to do.
I took a walk today, and I felt pretty good. This town is made of a bunch of fucking hills, so even a slow walk ain't all that easy. My goal is to feel that route is easy by July. Totally do-able.
I'm thirsty.
Showing posts with label fatness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fatness. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
A little less fat
So, remember back in, oh, January or something when I promised to weigh in each week? I was getting back on the wagon and wanted to get healthy? And I reported that I weighed something like 197 at the time? 'Member that?
Well. I had such good intentions of making those weekly reports, but that was before I actually gained weight while "dieting" (to be fair, the diet consisted mostly of M&Ms and frozen burritos, but wev). I got up to about 202.5, and I certainly didn't feel like telling everybody about it.
But then something happened. It was a series of somethings, actually, that made me start eating less. And better. Not perfectly, by any means. I had frozen burritos for dinner last night and a bag of M&Ms yesterday afternoon. But with the running around of covering a second building, the emotional blow of my boss leaving, and some general weirdness in my mental state, I just wasn't interested in enjoying food. Which is why I'm fat in the first place. I simply enjoy food. And it usually feels good to eat it, no matter the reason. But I wasn't enjoying it anymore, so I ate a lot less of it.
And this morning I weighed in at 193.7. So, yippee for stress and mental weirdness! I have about ten more pounds to lose before I'm at the weight I was at when I moved here in August. I felt pretty good then, so I'm shooting for that right now. After that we'll see if I feel like doing more. I will look like I need to do more, but at this point I really only have an interest in feeling good in my body again.
Would I love to be at my ideal weight of 145? You bet. But do I value that enough to do the work required to get and stay there? Don't know. I'm 31, happily partnered, and in a job I like. I kind of don't care anymore if I'm fat. I just want to feel strong and in charge of my body, and that's not how I feel at 193. It's not even really how I feel at 183, but I'm a lot more comfortable in that neighborhood. So I'll aim for that for now.
I'll report again next week. Even if I gain weight. Well, we'll see.
Well. I had such good intentions of making those weekly reports, but that was before I actually gained weight while "dieting" (to be fair, the diet consisted mostly of M&Ms and frozen burritos, but wev). I got up to about 202.5, and I certainly didn't feel like telling everybody about it.
But then something happened. It was a series of somethings, actually, that made me start eating less. And better. Not perfectly, by any means. I had frozen burritos for dinner last night and a bag of M&Ms yesterday afternoon. But with the running around of covering a second building, the emotional blow of my boss leaving, and some general weirdness in my mental state, I just wasn't interested in enjoying food. Which is why I'm fat in the first place. I simply enjoy food. And it usually feels good to eat it, no matter the reason. But I wasn't enjoying it anymore, so I ate a lot less of it.
And this morning I weighed in at 193.7. So, yippee for stress and mental weirdness! I have about ten more pounds to lose before I'm at the weight I was at when I moved here in August. I felt pretty good then, so I'm shooting for that right now. After that we'll see if I feel like doing more. I will look like I need to do more, but at this point I really only have an interest in feeling good in my body again.
Would I love to be at my ideal weight of 145? You bet. But do I value that enough to do the work required to get and stay there? Don't know. I'm 31, happily partnered, and in a job I like. I kind of don't care anymore if I'm fat. I just want to feel strong and in charge of my body, and that's not how I feel at 193. It's not even really how I feel at 183, but I'm a lot more comfortable in that neighborhood. So I'll aim for that for now.
I'll report again next week. Even if I gain weight. Well, we'll see.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
First Weigh-In (Round 2) - 12/29/07
All righty. So I'm a couple days late with the first weigh-in. It took a couple of days to finally convince myself I was going to do this again, and today is Day 1. If you'll remember, my last weigh-in was back in July when I weighed in at 183.2. Then all hell broke loose and I started eating everything in sight. And this morning I weighed in at 197.5. So, that's a gain of 14.3 pounds since July. Shudder.
But I think I'm finally ready to start. Witness the contents of our refrigerator. Not completely empty of crap, as you can see by the labels, but pretty good. If there were no opportunity for eating any crap, I don't think I'd make it.
And here's tonight's dinner, worth 8 points. Mini turkey meatloaf, baked potato, steamed carrots, spray butter. Not a shabby start to this whole thing.
Weight Watchers tells me I should have 24 points per day at my weight, and I'm sitting at 19.5 right now. Much better than I thought I'd do today. I think my typical intake hovers around 40 points or so. I haven't been counting, of course (which was the problem, really), so that's just an estimate. But it's probably pretty close. I don't meet many foods I don't like. Or that I can't cram down, anyway.
So, we're off (again)! I'm looking forward to not feeling bloaty in about a week or so. Gotta give it time to work its way out of my system.
I'm looking forward to next week's report. See you then!
But I think I'm finally ready to start. Witness the contents of our refrigerator. Not completely empty of crap, as you can see by the labels, but pretty good. If there were no opportunity for eating any crap, I don't think I'd make it.
And here's tonight's dinner, worth 8 points. Mini turkey meatloaf, baked potato, steamed carrots, spray butter. Not a shabby start to this whole thing.
Weight Watchers tells me I should have 24 points per day at my weight, and I'm sitting at 19.5 right now. Much better than I thought I'd do today. I think my typical intake hovers around 40 points or so. I haven't been counting, of course (which was the problem, really), so that's just an estimate. But it's probably pretty close. I don't meet many foods I don't like. Or that I can't cram down, anyway.
So, we're off (again)! I'm looking forward to not feeling bloaty in about a week or so. Gotta give it time to work its way out of my system.
I'm looking forward to next week's report. See you then!
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Remember all the stuff about fatness?
Well. Last year at this time I decided to do someting crazy and start an online journal of my weight loss, knowing full well that people I actually know in real life would be reading it. I thought that if people were keeping up with my progress, it would encourage me to actually stick with it. And it did, so yay on me for the brilliant idea.
I reported a weekly weigh-in every Friday, and after six months of doing Weight Watchers (without meetings), walking, and reporting to you folks, I had lost 30 pounds. I was starting to feel good in my body again - strong, athletic, much less likely to die of a heart attack.
And then I moved. MonkeyPants and I took moving week off from Weight Watchers on accounta we knew we'd be eating all kinds of naughty things while in transition. But we sorta forgot to start up again. I started working and found that I didn't have the time to blog like I'd hoped (or, rather, that I was too exhausted to make time for the computer - the desk job was so much more conducive to blogging!). And I didn't feel like cooking at the end of the day, either. And I didn't feel like counting Points. Or walking. And also there are vending machines right upstairs.
So, you see, it was just a perfect storm, and I was the brave captain going down with the ship. There was no fight for survival, no rising above...in fact, there wasn't a whole lot of anything but eating going on.
And so I am both sad and happy to report that tomorrow (or later this morning, actually) I officially start considering going back on Weight Watchers. Happy because I haven't felt this motivated to do anything about my fat ass in awhile. Sad about the twelve-pound (or more) weight gain that is necessitating the motivational search.
I will weigh myself in the morning and report the damage directly to you. Well, first to MonkeyPants, as she is my partner in the whole dance, but then right to you all. And I know that none of you really gives a shit whether or not I am fat, but I will feel more inspired knowing there are witnesses. And by inspired, I mean under tremendous pressure not to disappoint you all by failing, again, to attain a patriarchally-approved body (even while sincerely believing that everything that comes with the Patriarchy's stamp of approval is either illusory or just plain evil - but that's my baggage to haul around...four devoted readers can't erase thirty years of cultural brainwashing as easily as you might think.).
Anyway, I just wanted to thank you all for existing, 'cause without that, I couldn't rope you into the whole witness gig. You don't have to do much, really. Mostly it's just saying "keep it up" and "that's okay" and "you're fucking fantastic" every few weeks. I'm pretty easy to take care of. Unless it's me doing the caretaking.
That felt like a breakthrough moment.
See you tomorrow!
I reported a weekly weigh-in every Friday, and after six months of doing Weight Watchers (without meetings), walking, and reporting to you folks, I had lost 30 pounds. I was starting to feel good in my body again - strong, athletic, much less likely to die of a heart attack.
And then I moved. MonkeyPants and I took moving week off from Weight Watchers on accounta we knew we'd be eating all kinds of naughty things while in transition. But we sorta forgot to start up again. I started working and found that I didn't have the time to blog like I'd hoped (or, rather, that I was too exhausted to make time for the computer - the desk job was so much more conducive to blogging!). And I didn't feel like cooking at the end of the day, either. And I didn't feel like counting Points. Or walking. And also there are vending machines right upstairs.
So, you see, it was just a perfect storm, and I was the brave captain going down with the ship. There was no fight for survival, no rising above...in fact, there wasn't a whole lot of anything but eating going on.
And so I am both sad and happy to report that tomorrow (or later this morning, actually) I officially start considering going back on Weight Watchers. Happy because I haven't felt this motivated to do anything about my fat ass in awhile. Sad about the twelve-pound (or more) weight gain that is necessitating the motivational search.
I will weigh myself in the morning and report the damage directly to you. Well, first to MonkeyPants, as she is my partner in the whole dance, but then right to you all. And I know that none of you really gives a shit whether or not I am fat, but I will feel more inspired knowing there are witnesses. And by inspired, I mean under tremendous pressure not to disappoint you all by failing, again, to attain a patriarchally-approved body (even while sincerely believing that everything that comes with the Patriarchy's stamp of approval is either illusory or just plain evil - but that's my baggage to haul around...four devoted readers can't erase thirty years of cultural brainwashing as easily as you might think.).
Anyway, I just wanted to thank you all for existing, 'cause without that, I couldn't rope you into the whole witness gig. You don't have to do much, really. Mostly it's just saying "keep it up" and "that's okay" and "you're fucking fantastic" every few weeks. I'm pretty easy to take care of. Unless it's me doing the caretaking.
That felt like a breakthrough moment.
See you tomorrow!
Friday, July 13, 2007
Friday Weigh In, 7/13/07
Weighed in at 183.2 this morning after having our "free night" a night early. I was 182.8 yesterday, so that's not too much damage. And I was 183.8 last Friday, so that's a loss of .6 this week if we go by today's weight, and a loss of a whole pound if we use yesterday's weight. So, I think I'll use yesterday's weight. 'Cause I fucking can, okay?
And as for our "free night?" Not worth it. Pizza Hut, as it turns out, is much more enjoyable for the people on the teevee than it is in person. We have found that almost every "free night" is a disappointment. It's much better in the anticipation than in reality. I kinda can't believe we used to eat that kind of shit all the time and liked it. It must be part of the fast food addiction or something. Like, when you're in it, you don't notice that everything tastes like shit and makes you feel all bloaty. But after you've been eating food prepared with real, mostly healthy ingredients, you really taste the hollowness of the stuff the corporations prepare for you. Makes you wonder what the hell they're putting in that other shit. I suspect that not all of it is actually food.
Anyway, 214 - 182.8 = 31.2 pounds since January. Yippy skippy, and congratulations to me.
Happy weekend, all!
And as for our "free night?" Not worth it. Pizza Hut, as it turns out, is much more enjoyable for the people on the teevee than it is in person. We have found that almost every "free night" is a disappointment. It's much better in the anticipation than in reality. I kinda can't believe we used to eat that kind of shit all the time and liked it. It must be part of the fast food addiction or something. Like, when you're in it, you don't notice that everything tastes like shit and makes you feel all bloaty. But after you've been eating food prepared with real, mostly healthy ingredients, you really taste the hollowness of the stuff the corporations prepare for you. Makes you wonder what the hell they're putting in that other shit. I suspect that not all of it is actually food.
Anyway, 214 - 182.8 = 31.2 pounds since January. Yippy skippy, and congratulations to me.
Happy weekend, all!
Monday, July 9, 2007
Google has a fucked up view of weight
So I added a widget to my Google homepage to track my "moving average" weight. It's called Google15, and their blurb about it reads thusly:
"The Google 15 encourages you to get on the scale every day by calculating a moving average from your daily weight. We then plot this average alongside your daily scale weight and a goal weight that you set--this gives you a better idea of your weight trend by masking most of the day to day noise that variances in water weight introduce."
All well and good, although I'm skeptical of anything that encourages one to get on the scale every day. I mean, I get on the scale every day, and often more than once a day, but I know that's not healthy. I mean, when I'm making decisions about what kind of snack I can eat based on what the scale says at 8pm, that's not right. Rationally I know this. But, as I have found over time, I am not a rational dieter. My overall behavior is pretty sensible and healthy (I am in no way starving myself), but I often have to cycle through some pretty dysfunctional thoughts before settling on that sensible behavior.
Plus, it seems to be calculating the "moving average" over a week's time, giving you today's weight, yesterday's weight, and your weight a week ago. So it seems to me that if you want to filter out the variances in water weight, you should just weigh yourself once a week. Or only "count" it once a week, which is what I already do. And it's what diet experts* recommend.
Anyway, I entered my daily weight over the last week, and because I am three tenths of a pound heavier this week than last, I got the dreaded "Danger! You're heading away from your goal!" message. The goal weight I entered, by the way, was a maintainable and healthy 155 pounds.
But this Danger! message got me wondering about Google's idea about reasonable progress and healthy goal weights. So I added the widget again, put in a goal weight of 95 pounds, and entered my weight for the last two days. I happen to be two pounds lighter today than I was yesterday, on accounta that day to day noise that variances in water weight introduce. I got this message: "Good work! You're on your way to your goal weight." No warning that 95 might not be a sensible goal weight.
Which got me wondering what would happen if I put in a ridiculously low goal weight. Not that I think 95 isn't ridiculous, but I know I live in a culture that thinks that isn't all that unreasonable. Fuckers. Anyway, I entered a goal weight of 42 pounds, and got the Good work! message. WTF? And I forgot to mention that the "submit" button you click after entering your weight says "I'm Feeling Healthy." A healthy 42 pounds.
So, I've determined that the Google15 is an anorexic's dream come true. Something that will encourage every single person, including disordered eaters, to get on the scale every day and tell them that they are making good progress toward even a deathly low weight. How lovely.
Google's description of this revolutionary gadget ends with this gem: "Enter your weight every day and it will give you an early warning if you start to pack on the pounds!"
Message to Google: STFU. Stick to shit you know about.
*I went to WeightWatchers.com to confirm that they recommend a weekly weigh-in (which they do), and I found a link called "Get Your Athlete's Body Back." I thought, "Sweet!" 'Cause I used to be an athlete, and the thing that I hate most about being so overweight is that I don't feel powerful or in charge of my body like I did when I was an athlete. So I was hoping to find some extra special tips for people like me, only to find a picture of a dude with a football and an article about guys who used to be athletes but have put on weight. "The athlete is still there inside you, and you can liberate him," it tells me. And "Men slowly lose muscle mass as the years go by." What about me? My inner athlete is not a dude. But at least it's right about one thing: "Working out with a much younger or stronger guy is a surefire route to frustration, discouragement or even injury." And I can see that. I feel that way about doing most things with men.
"The Google 15 encourages you to get on the scale every day by calculating a moving average from your daily weight. We then plot this average alongside your daily scale weight and a goal weight that you set--this gives you a better idea of your weight trend by masking most of the day to day noise that variances in water weight introduce."
All well and good, although I'm skeptical of anything that encourages one to get on the scale every day. I mean, I get on the scale every day, and often more than once a day, but I know that's not healthy. I mean, when I'm making decisions about what kind of snack I can eat based on what the scale says at 8pm, that's not right. Rationally I know this. But, as I have found over time, I am not a rational dieter. My overall behavior is pretty sensible and healthy (I am in no way starving myself), but I often have to cycle through some pretty dysfunctional thoughts before settling on that sensible behavior.
Plus, it seems to be calculating the "moving average" over a week's time, giving you today's weight, yesterday's weight, and your weight a week ago. So it seems to me that if you want to filter out the variances in water weight, you should just weigh yourself once a week. Or only "count" it once a week, which is what I already do. And it's what diet experts* recommend.
Anyway, I entered my daily weight over the last week, and because I am three tenths of a pound heavier this week than last, I got the dreaded "Danger! You're heading away from your goal!" message. The goal weight I entered, by the way, was a maintainable and healthy 155 pounds.
But this Danger! message got me wondering about Google's idea about reasonable progress and healthy goal weights. So I added the widget again, put in a goal weight of 95 pounds, and entered my weight for the last two days. I happen to be two pounds lighter today than I was yesterday, on accounta that day to day noise that variances in water weight introduce. I got this message: "Good work! You're on your way to your goal weight." No warning that 95 might not be a sensible goal weight.
Which got me wondering what would happen if I put in a ridiculously low goal weight. Not that I think 95 isn't ridiculous, but I know I live in a culture that thinks that isn't all that unreasonable. Fuckers. Anyway, I entered a goal weight of 42 pounds, and got the Good work! message. WTF? And I forgot to mention that the "submit" button you click after entering your weight says "I'm Feeling Healthy." A healthy 42 pounds.
So, I've determined that the Google15 is an anorexic's dream come true. Something that will encourage every single person, including disordered eaters, to get on the scale every day and tell them that they are making good progress toward even a deathly low weight. How lovely.
Google's description of this revolutionary gadget ends with this gem: "Enter your weight every day and it will give you an early warning if you start to pack on the pounds!"
Message to Google: STFU. Stick to shit you know about.
*I went to WeightWatchers.com to confirm that they recommend a weekly weigh-in (which they do), and I found a link called "Get Your Athlete's Body Back." I thought, "Sweet!" 'Cause I used to be an athlete, and the thing that I hate most about being so overweight is that I don't feel powerful or in charge of my body like I did when I was an athlete. So I was hoping to find some extra special tips for people like me, only to find a picture of a dude with a football and an article about guys who used to be athletes but have put on weight. "The athlete is still there inside you, and you can liberate him," it tells me. And "Men slowly lose muscle mass as the years go by." What about me? My inner athlete is not a dude. But at least it's right about one thing: "Working out with a much younger or stronger guy is a surefire route to frustration, discouragement or even injury." And I can see that. I feel that way about doing most things with men.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Friday Weigh In, 6/29/07
Break out the champagne, folks, 'cause Gender Blank is 30.4 pounds lighter than she was in January! Wahoooo!
I weighed in at 183.6 this morning. Rock the fuck on. But the best part of it all is the following three things, in no particular order:
1. The last time I went shopping for clothes, I got to look on the non-Fat-Lady side! And I bought two belts, which I wear nearly every day. Not at the same time. But belts!
2. When I see my reflection in glass doors, I can now see the muscle that runs down the front of my shins. What is that, the shin muscle? Wikipedia says it's the tibialis, but you just can't trust that source. I think it's called the shin muscle. Anyway, I can see my shin muscles, which have been hiding out for a few years, tucked away under a nice, thick sheath of fat. Welcome back, girls!
3. I walked up the stairs from the second floor mailroom to my seventh floor office yesterday! In one stretch! By the time I got to the fifth floor I was feelin' it. When I got to the sixth floor, I considered taking the elevator for the last floor. But I didn't want to look stupid or lazy, so I trudged on. When I got to the top, I hung out in the stairwell for a few seconds trying to catch my breath. And I was still trying to catch it as I walked down the hall to my office. And a minute later when I walked to the bathroom. My lungs felt a little like they were about to explode, but what a grand feeling! I haven't taxed my cardiovascular system like that in years! It really did feel like shit, but I felt morally superior afterward, so it was worth it.
What chaps my ass about the whole thing, though, is that some douchebags who are trying to promote health (which is not a bad thing) placed stickers on the front surfaces of the stairs with sayings like "Take the Stairs - Your Heart Will Thank You" and other such shit. Four stairs out of every fucking flight. First, do they think people just don't know that taking the stairs is good for you? We got the memos, and thanks for the heap of guilt. 'Preciate it. But, more importantly, you can only see those stickers if you're already on the stairs! If you really want to lecture people about their health behaviors (which I don't recommend, 'cause it makes you an asshole), wouldn't the elevators have been a better place for those stickers? Kee-rist, people, use some common sense!
Anyway, as they say on Celebrity Fit Club, the scales don't lie. And this morning the scale took one look at me and said, "Congratulations, kid. Y'ain't quite so fat." That scale. She says the sweetest things.
Happy weekend, all!
I weighed in at 183.6 this morning. Rock the fuck on. But the best part of it all is the following three things, in no particular order:
1. The last time I went shopping for clothes, I got to look on the non-Fat-Lady side! And I bought two belts, which I wear nearly every day. Not at the same time. But belts!
2. When I see my reflection in glass doors, I can now see the muscle that runs down the front of my shins. What is that, the shin muscle? Wikipedia says it's the tibialis, but you just can't trust that source. I think it's called the shin muscle. Anyway, I can see my shin muscles, which have been hiding out for a few years, tucked away under a nice, thick sheath of fat. Welcome back, girls!
3. I walked up the stairs from the second floor mailroom to my seventh floor office yesterday! In one stretch! By the time I got to the fifth floor I was feelin' it. When I got to the sixth floor, I considered taking the elevator for the last floor. But I didn't want to look stupid or lazy, so I trudged on. When I got to the top, I hung out in the stairwell for a few seconds trying to catch my breath. And I was still trying to catch it as I walked down the hall to my office. And a minute later when I walked to the bathroom. My lungs felt a little like they were about to explode, but what a grand feeling! I haven't taxed my cardiovascular system like that in years! It really did feel like shit, but I felt morally superior afterward, so it was worth it.
What chaps my ass about the whole thing, though, is that some douchebags who are trying to promote health (which is not a bad thing) placed stickers on the front surfaces of the stairs with sayings like "Take the Stairs - Your Heart Will Thank You" and other such shit. Four stairs out of every fucking flight. First, do they think people just don't know that taking the stairs is good for you? We got the memos, and thanks for the heap of guilt. 'Preciate it. But, more importantly, you can only see those stickers if you're already on the stairs! If you really want to lecture people about their health behaviors (which I don't recommend, 'cause it makes you an asshole), wouldn't the elevators have been a better place for those stickers? Kee-rist, people, use some common sense!
Anyway, as they say on Celebrity Fit Club, the scales don't lie. And this morning the scale took one look at me and said, "Congratulations, kid. Y'ain't quite so fat." That scale. She says the sweetest things.
Happy weekend, all!
Friday, June 22, 2007
Friday Weigh In, 6/22/07
Zippity fucking doo-dah, folks! I'm back on the WWagon, and this week's weigh in reflects that. My previous low, adjusted for the new scale, was 184.5. This morning I weighed in at 184.3. And then I raised my arms in triumph. And I prolly did some sort of dance. 'Cause that's what I do. I'm very entertaining.
For those of you who haven't been following the progress, I 'fessed up last week to having fallen off the Weight Watchers wagon (WWagon) and both enjoying and hating it. It was approximately three weeks of food chaos, and the scale didn't keep the secret. Fucking scale.
Anyway, we got back into the groove last Tuesday or so and have been following the plan pretty rigidly. We nearly doubled our walking route and made healthy choices for dinner, and it felt good. I would have been happy even without the dramatic loss this week (which I suspect is partly due to dehydration), but it's nice to get the numerical pat on the back.
So, that makes 2.8 pounds this week and 29.7 overall. I'm shootin' for the 30-pound mark for next week. I don't want to get too far ahead of myself, 'cause last time I did that I managed to gain three pounds over the following three weeks. So, three tenths of a pound it is. Anything more will simply be a bonus.
I hope you'll all be around to celebrate if it happens.
Happy weekend, all!
For those of you who haven't been following the progress, I 'fessed up last week to having fallen off the Weight Watchers wagon (WWagon) and both enjoying and hating it. It was approximately three weeks of food chaos, and the scale didn't keep the secret. Fucking scale.
Anyway, we got back into the groove last Tuesday or so and have been following the plan pretty rigidly. We nearly doubled our walking route and made healthy choices for dinner, and it felt good. I would have been happy even without the dramatic loss this week (which I suspect is partly due to dehydration), but it's nice to get the numerical pat on the back.
So, that makes 2.8 pounds this week and 29.7 overall. I'm shootin' for the 30-pound mark for next week. I don't want to get too far ahead of myself, 'cause last time I did that I managed to gain three pounds over the following three weeks. So, three tenths of a pound it is. Anything more will simply be a bonus.
I hope you'll all be around to celebrate if it happens.
Happy weekend, all!
Friday, June 15, 2007
Friday Weigh In, 6/15/07 (The Neighbors Are Evil Edition)
Shit, as they say, happens. And boy did it happen for me the last two weeks. Remember how I said the evil neighbors coerced me into going out to eat Chinese food and then forced a bunch of tasty-but-fatty food into my mouth? Okay, it didn't happen exactly like that, but I swear that's how my memory is trying to recast it.
Anyway, after the Thursday Chinese Episode, all Hell broke loose. We had a combined yard sale that very same weekend, a two-day affair that turned out to be fairly lucrative and concluded with end-of-day dinners out. Pizza the first night. Applebee's the second. And Dunkin' Donuts for breakfast that second day, too. By Monday, we were completely off the fucking wagon. So we just kind of went with it. We travelled to our new town to look at an apartment on Tuesday/Wednesday, and travelling always gives us license to eat horribly. We ate at Arby's, Ponderosa, the Latte Lounge, the Broad Street Grill, Quizno's, and a gas station. But I balanced it all out with a Fuze Slenderize drink on the drive home. Gotta do my part.
Then we played with the neighbors some more on accounta they were fixing to move on Monday, so we invited them up to grill, after which we went to Applebee's for their lava cake. And then a couple days later we had them up to grill again, and to celebrate all of us moving on, I consumed four amaretto sours. And the next night we picked up pizza. Somewhere in all of this, we also had breakfast with them at a local diner.
Not pretty.
I didn't report my weigh-in last Friday because I was embarrassed. Not by the weight, but by the sense of being out of control. It would have been different if all the food had been worth it, but it was mostly crap. Seriously, Combos? Come on. How good can bright orange cheez wrapped in a pretzel be? Meh.
In addition to the Hungry Hungry Hippo eating, we bought a new scale, and it weighs a pound and a half heavier than the previous scale. So not only was I actually heavier from all the food, but the scale read a pound and half heavier than that. So the result looked even worse than it actually was. I didn't feel like explaining it last week, so I just decided to shut you all out. Hope you weren't all left hangin' and shit.
So, what to do now? Well, if the new scale weighed things a pound and a half lighter than the other scale, I was prepared to keep quiet about that and let you think I had actually lost weight over the last two weeks. I'm not proud of that, folks, but it's how I am. But I'm also the type of person who rats herself out after she lies about most things, so I thought I might as well go the honest route to begin with. If I can't be honest with a bunch of strangers (and a few well-chosen and invited friends), well, then I would suck. And I don't wanna suck, so honesty it is. Lucky you.
To adjust for the scale differential, I'm adding a pound and a half to my starting weight. So instead of starting at 212.5, my official starting weight will now be 214.0. And today's weigh-in was 187.1, so that makes...let me see here...26.9 pounds overall. And a gain of 1.6 pounds since the 5/25/07 weigh-in of 184.0 (adjusted for difference in scales).
It hasn't been a good few weeks, but things are looking up. The neighbors got so sick of hanging out with us that they moved away, so now we're back to having no friends to go out with. It's not great for us socially, but it'll prolly be better for our diets. Kind of a shitty trade-off, but whaddayagonnado? Plus, we've secured an apartment in our new town, so we won't have to do any more travelling until the move. So, back on the WWagon we go!
I hope to have more promising news to report next Friday.
Happy weekend, all!
Anyway, after the Thursday Chinese Episode, all Hell broke loose. We had a combined yard sale that very same weekend, a two-day affair that turned out to be fairly lucrative and concluded with end-of-day dinners out. Pizza the first night. Applebee's the second. And Dunkin' Donuts for breakfast that second day, too. By Monday, we were completely off the fucking wagon. So we just kind of went with it. We travelled to our new town to look at an apartment on Tuesday/Wednesday, and travelling always gives us license to eat horribly. We ate at Arby's, Ponderosa, the Latte Lounge, the Broad Street Grill, Quizno's, and a gas station. But I balanced it all out with a Fuze Slenderize drink on the drive home. Gotta do my part.
Then we played with the neighbors some more on accounta they were fixing to move on Monday, so we invited them up to grill, after which we went to Applebee's for their lava cake. And then a couple days later we had them up to grill again, and to celebrate all of us moving on, I consumed four amaretto sours. And the next night we picked up pizza. Somewhere in all of this, we also had breakfast with them at a local diner.
Not pretty.
I didn't report my weigh-in last Friday because I was embarrassed. Not by the weight, but by the sense of being out of control. It would have been different if all the food had been worth it, but it was mostly crap. Seriously, Combos? Come on. How good can bright orange cheez wrapped in a pretzel be? Meh.
In addition to the Hungry Hungry Hippo eating, we bought a new scale, and it weighs a pound and a half heavier than the previous scale. So not only was I actually heavier from all the food, but the scale read a pound and half heavier than that. So the result looked even worse than it actually was. I didn't feel like explaining it last week, so I just decided to shut you all out. Hope you weren't all left hangin' and shit.
So, what to do now? Well, if the new scale weighed things a pound and a half lighter than the other scale, I was prepared to keep quiet about that and let you think I had actually lost weight over the last two weeks. I'm not proud of that, folks, but it's how I am. But I'm also the type of person who rats herself out after she lies about most things, so I thought I might as well go the honest route to begin with. If I can't be honest with a bunch of strangers (and a few well-chosen and invited friends), well, then I would suck. And I don't wanna suck, so honesty it is. Lucky you.
To adjust for the scale differential, I'm adding a pound and a half to my starting weight. So instead of starting at 212.5, my official starting weight will now be 214.0. And today's weigh-in was 187.1, so that makes...let me see here...26.9 pounds overall. And a gain of 1.6 pounds since the 5/25/07 weigh-in of 184.0 (adjusted for difference in scales).
It hasn't been a good few weeks, but things are looking up. The neighbors got so sick of hanging out with us that they moved away, so now we're back to having no friends to go out with. It's not great for us socially, but it'll prolly be better for our diets. Kind of a shitty trade-off, but whaddayagonnado? Plus, we've secured an apartment in our new town, so we won't have to do any more travelling until the move. So, back on the WWagon we go!
I hope to have more promising news to report next Friday.
Happy weekend, all!
Friday, June 1, 2007
Friday Weigh In, 6/1/07 (Ain't Happenin' Edition)
Sorry, folks. There was no official weigh-in this morning. So you're gonna hafta wait a week to see if I hit the 30-pound mark.
Why this state of affiars? Well. It's like this. Our downstairs neighbors, who have been our downstairs neighbors for nearly two years, are moving in two weeks, and we've only recently discovered that we like each other enough to hang out. I'm not really sure why that is, though I suspect it's because we both assumed we wouldn't have much in common. Which turns out not to be the case. So, we've been spending our evenings playing with them, watching movies and such. And last night we asked them if they wanted to go to the farmers market in town, which we did, not knowing it was going to suck so much. We parked at the grocery store across the street and walked over to the market in the square. And then we went to the grocery store so the neighbors could scope out dinner options (we had chicken and mashed potatoes planned). Well, on the walk to the store, we caught a whiff of the Chinese buffet next door and commented on how good it smelled. I think you know where this is headed. Stef said they'd never eaten there. I remarked that we had eaten there only once on accounta seeing a mouse run across the floor. And we all agreed that a different Chinese restaurant was our favorite anyway. So we entered the store, whereupon the neighbors found nothing exciting for dinner. And then I, in an apparent (or transparent) attempt to sabotage this week's weigh-in, commented that I wouldn't object if everyone else* wanted to go to this other Chinese restaurant that was so conveniently located just on the other side of the square. And so we did, and it was delish.
And then on the ride home, Stef joked that we could go to the Dairy Twirl. After which Chris insisted that if we were to do such a thing, we would have to walk. To which I said that would be okay. And so we did that, too. And it wasn't as delish, but it was ice cream, so how can you really bitch about it?
So, after spring rolls and kung pao chicken and a chocolate shake (sounds like a great combination, no?), I decided that there would be no weigh-in today. It would be artificially high on accounta both the sodium and the sheer volume of food I consumed, which I normally do only after weighing in. So, it'll hafta wait for next Friday. Deal with it.
In the spirit of full disclosure, I have to admit that I suspected that this week's weigh-in would be distressing all the way back on Tuesday, when I decided at 10:30pm that my willpower was no match for the Hamburger Helper leftovers in the refrigerator. Five points worth. And then on Wednesday when I did it again. So it's probably fair to say that last night's sabotage was more (sub)consciously intentional than accidental. My apologies to Chris, who was trying to be good.
Next week I promise to be on my best behavior. I have a few pairs of shorts I haven't been into for a few years, and it would be nice to add them to the summer rotation. The stuff that fits me at this body size is not for summer wearin', and I'm too cheap to buy new stuff. And there ain't no motivation like sticky.
*This is what I do when I want something but don't want to take responsibility for wanting it. A character flaw, no doubt, but not one I'm likely to devote any time workin' on. Just part of the package.
Why this state of affiars? Well. It's like this. Our downstairs neighbors, who have been our downstairs neighbors for nearly two years, are moving in two weeks, and we've only recently discovered that we like each other enough to hang out. I'm not really sure why that is, though I suspect it's because we both assumed we wouldn't have much in common. Which turns out not to be the case. So, we've been spending our evenings playing with them, watching movies and such. And last night we asked them if they wanted to go to the farmers market in town, which we did, not knowing it was going to suck so much. We parked at the grocery store across the street and walked over to the market in the square. And then we went to the grocery store so the neighbors could scope out dinner options (we had chicken and mashed potatoes planned). Well, on the walk to the store, we caught a whiff of the Chinese buffet next door and commented on how good it smelled. I think you know where this is headed. Stef said they'd never eaten there. I remarked that we had eaten there only once on accounta seeing a mouse run across the floor. And we all agreed that a different Chinese restaurant was our favorite anyway. So we entered the store, whereupon the neighbors found nothing exciting for dinner. And then I, in an apparent (or transparent) attempt to sabotage this week's weigh-in, commented that I wouldn't object if everyone else* wanted to go to this other Chinese restaurant that was so conveniently located just on the other side of the square. And so we did, and it was delish.
And then on the ride home, Stef joked that we could go to the Dairy Twirl. After which Chris insisted that if we were to do such a thing, we would have to walk. To which I said that would be okay. And so we did that, too. And it wasn't as delish, but it was ice cream, so how can you really bitch about it?
So, after spring rolls and kung pao chicken and a chocolate shake (sounds like a great combination, no?), I decided that there would be no weigh-in today. It would be artificially high on accounta both the sodium and the sheer volume of food I consumed, which I normally do only after weighing in. So, it'll hafta wait for next Friday. Deal with it.
In the spirit of full disclosure, I have to admit that I suspected that this week's weigh-in would be distressing all the way back on Tuesday, when I decided at 10:30pm that my willpower was no match for the Hamburger Helper leftovers in the refrigerator. Five points worth. And then on Wednesday when I did it again. So it's probably fair to say that last night's sabotage was more (sub)consciously intentional than accidental. My apologies to Chris, who was trying to be good.
Next week I promise to be on my best behavior. I have a few pairs of shorts I haven't been into for a few years, and it would be nice to add them to the summer rotation. The stuff that fits me at this body size is not for summer wearin', and I'm too cheap to buy new stuff. And there ain't no motivation like sticky.
*This is what I do when I want something but don't want to take responsibility for wanting it. A character flaw, no doubt, but not one I'm likely to devote any time workin' on. Just part of the package.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Friday Weigh In, 5/25/07
Well, folks, it was bound to happen sooner or later. That's right. I didn't lose a goddam thing this week. In fact, I gained half a pound. And it was fun and sickening at the same time. We were traveling Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, and even though we packed a satchel of Weight Watchers-friendly snacks, and even though there were Subways along the way, and even though we could have made wise choices in nearly every restaurant in which we ate, well, we chose to eat fun food. Or Friday food, if you will, since we normally eat that stuff on Fridays.
What's really kind of pathetic is that it made us feel bloaty and leaden, yet we continued to do it. It wasn't much physical fun, yet there was something very satisfying about the psychology of it all. Apparently there is still some work to do on that front.
And seeing as how it's Friday again, and seeing as how we have a $10 coupon at a restaurant that is having its Crab Fest only until the end of the month, we're going there with our downstairs neighbors tonight. So I expect to feel bloaty and leaden tonight, too.
Oh well. Back on the wagon tomorrow!
Happy weekend, all!
P.S. I weighed in at 184.0 this morning, making the overall loss 28.5 pounds.
What's really kind of pathetic is that it made us feel bloaty and leaden, yet we continued to do it. It wasn't much physical fun, yet there was something very satisfying about the psychology of it all. Apparently there is still some work to do on that front.
And seeing as how it's Friday again, and seeing as how we have a $10 coupon at a restaurant that is having its Crab Fest only until the end of the month, we're going there with our downstairs neighbors tonight. So I expect to feel bloaty and leaden tonight, too.
Oh well. Back on the wagon tomorrow!
Happy weekend, all!
P.S. I weighed in at 184.0 this morning, making the overall loss 28.5 pounds.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Friday Weigh In, 5/18/07
Well. Sometimes shit is just curious. This morning I weighed 183.5 (a loss of a pound and a half this week) despite eating out last night and Wednesday night and generally not keeping a very tight rein on my points. So, a hearty cheers to the results, but a perplexed whatever to the process. That makes 29 pounds overall. I feel good. I'm starting to feel healthy. Or healthier, anyway. I've got more to go, for sure, but I feel like I'm no longer just one Wendy's meal away from a major heart incident. And that, my friends, is a good thing.
Oh, and someone called me skinny yesterday. Bless her. It's completely a lie, but it was a nice one intended to reward me for my progress. Little rewards everywhere!
Anyhoo, happy weekend, all!
Oh, and someone called me skinny yesterday. Bless her. It's completely a lie, but it was a nice one intended to reward me for my progress. Little rewards everywhere!
Anyhoo, happy weekend, all!
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Friday Weigh In, 5/11/07 (Sunday Edition)
I'm a couple of days late with the weigh in this week. I was out of town on Friday tryin' to get a j-o-b, so I didn't do my official weigh in until this morning. And this morning I weighed 185.0, which makes 2 pounds this week and 27.5 pounds overall. I can now pull my jeans down without unbuttoning them. So, I've either got to ditch them or start wearing a belt. I don't want to do either.
Anyway, hope y'all had a great weekend!
Anyway, hope y'all had a great weekend!
Friday, May 4, 2007
Friday Weigh In, 5/4/07
I was bad this week. I hardly walked at all, and I feel I was pretty lax with the diet. I still came in well under my point allowance each day, but I feel like I wasn't very disciplined. I'm not sure what that's all about. Perhaps it's my general unhappiness* talking.
Anyway, despite being quite slothlike most of the week, I still managed to lose a pound and a half. I weighed in at 187.0, which makes 25.5 pounds altogether.
I keep measuring my progress with statements like, "I am now smaller than I was when...[insert era here]." This week I've been saying to myself, "I am now smaller than I was in my last year of coaching." Which doesn't feel exactly right, but it's certainly true. I was probably a little fitter then on accounta using different muscles and just generally moving more. But I am lighter and smaller, as evidenced by the fact that my coaching sweatshirt fits me much better now than it did then.
Anyway, have a happy weekend, all!
*not having a job lined up yet for the move is starting to stress me out.
Anyway, despite being quite slothlike most of the week, I still managed to lose a pound and a half. I weighed in at 187.0, which makes 25.5 pounds altogether.
I keep measuring my progress with statements like, "I am now smaller than I was when...[insert era here]." This week I've been saying to myself, "I am now smaller than I was in my last year of coaching." Which doesn't feel exactly right, but it's certainly true. I was probably a little fitter then on accounta using different muscles and just generally moving more. But I am lighter and smaller, as evidenced by the fact that my coaching sweatshirt fits me much better now than it did then.
Anyway, have a happy weekend, all!
*not having a job lined up yet for the move is starting to stress me out.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Friday Weigh In, 4/27/07
188.5 this morning. That's 1.5 pounds this week and 24 overall. I'll take it.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Friday Weigh In, 4/20/07
Remember in my story from Monday where I said that the scale was reporting bad news? Well, it didn't seem to get much better throughout the week, despite my rigid adherence to the plan. I weighed in at 190.0 again this morning, marking no loss at all this week. But, frankly, that's a victory after spending the entire week heavier than last Friday's weight.
I shouldn't be too surprised, I guess, as the Chinese food we ate on Friday seems to have had the same effect it always has, which is to derail the progress. Or at least slow it down. Also, we ate out on Tuesday before attending a concert, so that probably didn't help. I had a turkey burger and a baked potato, which at home would not have been a bad choice. At a restaurant, though, you're not guaranteed the Weight Watchers-friendliest preparation.
So it goes.
On a positive note, we finally got the sun to show up around here, so score on that front.
Happy weekend, all!
I shouldn't be too surprised, I guess, as the Chinese food we ate on Friday seems to have had the same effect it always has, which is to derail the progress. Or at least slow it down. Also, we ate out on Tuesday before attending a concert, so that probably didn't help. I had a turkey burger and a baked potato, which at home would not have been a bad choice. At a restaurant, though, you're not guaranteed the Weight Watchers-friendliest preparation.
So it goes.
On a positive note, we finally got the sun to show up around here, so score on that front.
Happy weekend, all!
Friday, April 13, 2007
Friday Weigh In, 4/13/07
It's Friday the 13th, but it hasn't been unlucky for me so far. I weighed in at 190.0 this morning, which is 2 pounds this week and 22.5 overall. I wouldn't call it luck, though. Not exactly hard work, either, but not luck. Luck would be if I had eaten pizza at every meal and still lost 2 pounds. No, this was no stroke of luck. Commitment to a sensible, doable plan is all. And being in the right place mentally. And moving my body more. Basically what I'm saying is that I'm steering this ship (with some navigation assistance from a dedicated, supportive partner), and I'd like to own the accomplishment. No sharing any glory with the universe or other mystical forces.
My favorite thing about weight loss this week is that I can finally wear my wedding rings again. It's been awhile.
Tonight we're going to order Chinese food and watch a movie with our downstairs neighbor. We don't know what we'll be watching yet, but the food and the company will be sublime.
Happy weekend, all!
My favorite thing about weight loss this week is that I can finally wear my wedding rings again. It's been awhile.
Tonight we're going to order Chinese food and watch a movie with our downstairs neighbor. We don't know what we'll be watching yet, but the food and the company will be sublime.
Happy weekend, all!
Friday, April 6, 2007
Friday Weigh In, 4/6/07
This week I only officially lost half a pound. I weighed in this morning at 192.0. Which is a little confusing since yesterday and Wednesday I was at 191.0. I know I didn't gain an actual pound in a day, as I came in well under my point limit every day. But it could be all the water I drank yesterday. And the salt. And possibly other factors. I'm not too worked up over it.
Shit happens. And at least it's still a loss. That's a total of 20.5 pounds overall. I still rock.
Happy weekend, all!
Shit happens. And at least it's still a loss. That's a total of 20.5 pounds overall. I still rock.
Happy weekend, all!
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Friday, March 30, 2007
Friday Weigh In, 3/30/07
Wahooo! I hit the 20-pound mark today! I actually hit it yesterday, but it held today for the official weigh-in. So, I'm at 192.5. Rock on.
I have lost the equivalent of 2.4 gallons of water. Or the equivalent of 9,080 dollar bills. Or the equivalent of 16 cantaloupes. Whatever that's worth. Do they use the cantaloupe as a unit of weight anywhere in the world? If not, they should. Except that not all cantaloupes weigh the same amount. So, scratch that.
Anyway, I'm 20 pounds lighter, and Chris is 23 pounds lighter. Our floors are happy, I'm sure.
Happy weekend, all!
I have lost the equivalent of 2.4 gallons of water. Or the equivalent of 9,080 dollar bills. Or the equivalent of 16 cantaloupes. Whatever that's worth. Do they use the cantaloupe as a unit of weight anywhere in the world? If not, they should. Except that not all cantaloupes weigh the same amount. So, scratch that.
Anyway, I'm 20 pounds lighter, and Chris is 23 pounds lighter. Our floors are happy, I'm sure.
Happy weekend, all!
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