Three months in.
256.8 lbs.
Total lost to date: 39.8 lbs.
Status: Hot enough to sport some rockin' polyester Granny-slacks, a gift from my beloved mother-in-law.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Under 260!
This morning's numbers put me at 259.8.
For the first time in 2 1/4 years, I'm under 260, which is, if I recall correctly, the weight I was when we moved to Sioux Falls.
In other words, I've lost all my "Republicans are stressful." weight.
Just kidding.
It is nice to see those numbers keep dropping though.
Next goal: 250.
For the first time in 2 1/4 years, I'm under 260, which is, if I recall correctly, the weight I was when we moved to Sioux Falls.
In other words, I've lost all my "Republicans are stressful." weight.
Just kidding.
It is nice to see those numbers keep dropping though.
Next goal: 250.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Another One Bites the Non-fat, High Fiber Dust.
One more pound down.
This morning's numbers: 261.2
This is one more pound down from last week, but, unfortunately, a pound UP from yesterday.
To be honest, I'm surprised I'm down at all this week. I skipped THREE days of exercise and let some unrefined carbs back into the house this week.
Unrefined carbs as in white pasta, Pepperidge Farm cookies, and big, fluffy white bread.
I swear, in terms of sheer addictive potential, that stuff is worse than crack. Or meth. Or the internet.
I guess I can take some pride in the fact that I think I have a MUCH better (not perfect, but better) sense of moderation when it comes to portion control and eating out of actual hunger rather than boredom, thirst, sadness, curiosity, whatever.
That said, It's clear that I'm starting to slack.
The start of the school year has put life on the "crazy busy" track again, and I'm still figuring out how to manage it all and get the daily exercise in.
Add to that an exchange student who doesn't know how to cook for himself, and I'm spending a lot more time in the kitchen.
Not. Good.
So, here's a plan to get my crap back in a row:
1. Make a weekly "plan" on the weekends. Carve out specific times reserved for exercise.
2. Get rid of the refined carbs. Again.
3. Develop a meth habit. I hear that stuff makes you skinny.
Okay, maybe I'll wait on number three. But it's always an option.
This morning's numbers: 261.2
This is one more pound down from last week, but, unfortunately, a pound UP from yesterday.
To be honest, I'm surprised I'm down at all this week. I skipped THREE days of exercise and let some unrefined carbs back into the house this week.
Unrefined carbs as in white pasta, Pepperidge Farm cookies, and big, fluffy white bread.
I swear, in terms of sheer addictive potential, that stuff is worse than crack. Or meth. Or the internet.
I guess I can take some pride in the fact that I think I have a MUCH better (not perfect, but better) sense of moderation when it comes to portion control and eating out of actual hunger rather than boredom, thirst, sadness, curiosity, whatever.
That said, It's clear that I'm starting to slack.
The start of the school year has put life on the "crazy busy" track again, and I'm still figuring out how to manage it all and get the daily exercise in.
Add to that an exchange student who doesn't know how to cook for himself, and I'm spending a lot more time in the kitchen.
Not. Good.
So, here's a plan to get my crap back in a row:
1. Make a weekly "plan" on the weekends. Carve out specific times reserved for exercise.
2. Get rid of the refined carbs. Again.
3. Develop a meth habit. I hear that stuff makes you skinny.
Okay, maybe I'll wait on number three. But it's always an option.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Sweet Numbers!
This morning the numbers were at 262.2.
That's 34.2 pounds down!
Sweet!
And this is DESPITE the influx of high quality, European chocolate into our home!
Who knew I had this kind of self control??
That's 34.2 pounds down!
Sweet!
And this is DESPITE the influx of high quality, European chocolate into our home!
Who knew I had this kind of self control??
Thursday, August 27, 2009
10% Down
It's like a down payment on a dream.
I hit 263 yesterday. That's 33.4 pounds down, and well over my ten percent goal!
Now, let's see if those nice numbers stick around until Friday morning.
*Weigh. In. Day*
I hit 263 yesterday. That's 33.4 pounds down, and well over my ten percent goal!
Now, let's see if those nice numbers stick around until Friday morning.
*Weigh. In. Day*
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Photo Progression, Two Months In
June 18, 2009. Breakdown Day.
July 18, 2009 One month in. 15 pounds down.
August 20, 2009. Two months in. Making Progress. 28 pounds down.
(PS: This was taken in the midst of "Hoover Dam" week, hence the ankles. And the facial expression. Ugh.)
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Hangovers, Hamhocks, and Holding Water like the Hoover Dam
I'm down another 1.4 lbs this week.
And this is a COMPLETE surprise.
I had been gaining steadily all week, starting with a binge on Indian food and raspberry mojitos last Saturday, from which I woke up Sunday morning with a throbbing headache and two feet the size of footballs.
Sodium + Alcohol = Water Retention
Which I thought would go away after a day or two of heavy hydration, but it didn't.
Every morning I woke up to another two pounds on the scale, and my feet at least a shoe size bigger. By Thursday morning, the only pair of shoes I could wear to work were a pair of Birkie knock-offs that had carried me through month nine of both pregnancies.
Finally, I got concerned enough that I consulted WebMD.
For the record, whoever came up with the concept of WebMD must HATE all hypochondriacs and wish for them to live a life of constant paranoia.
My husband, for example, has a habit of diagnosing himself on at least a bi-weekly basis with either a deadly virus or a rare form of cancer. Currently, he's convinced that he is the only person in North America secretly suffering from the Ebola virus.
Anyway, five minutes on WebMD had me thoroughly convinced I was dying of congestive heart failure. (Who knows?? Maybe I am and I just can't tell. Boz???)
"Oh, well," I thought, "I'll take an aspirin and sleep it off."
Now, any sane person retaining this much water would avoid ALL salt, sodium, MSG, etc. and pile on the water, right??
Well, not me.
I let the kids talk me into Dairy Queen (though I was smart enough to split a kid's meal with one of them). I let my husband cook Thai food for dinner (Hey, I'm no dummy, if he's willing, who am I to argue??). I even had bacon one morning. BACON, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!!
INSANITY.
But, I kept walking. One hour. Every day.
And it worked. Again.
There must be something to this exercise stuff.
Today's numbers: 267.
I'm shooting for my 10% next week. 265.3
The plan: NO MORE BACON.
And this is a COMPLETE surprise.
I had been gaining steadily all week, starting with a binge on Indian food and raspberry mojitos last Saturday, from which I woke up Sunday morning with a throbbing headache and two feet the size of footballs.
Sodium + Alcohol = Water Retention
Which I thought would go away after a day or two of heavy hydration, but it didn't.
Every morning I woke up to another two pounds on the scale, and my feet at least a shoe size bigger. By Thursday morning, the only pair of shoes I could wear to work were a pair of Birkie knock-offs that had carried me through month nine of both pregnancies.
Finally, I got concerned enough that I consulted WebMD.
For the record, whoever came up with the concept of WebMD must HATE all hypochondriacs and wish for them to live a life of constant paranoia.
My husband, for example, has a habit of diagnosing himself on at least a bi-weekly basis with either a deadly virus or a rare form of cancer. Currently, he's convinced that he is the only person in North America secretly suffering from the Ebola virus.
Anyway, five minutes on WebMD had me thoroughly convinced I was dying of congestive heart failure. (Who knows?? Maybe I am and I just can't tell. Boz???)
"Oh, well," I thought, "I'll take an aspirin and sleep it off."
Now, any sane person retaining this much water would avoid ALL salt, sodium, MSG, etc. and pile on the water, right??
Well, not me.
I let the kids talk me into Dairy Queen (though I was smart enough to split a kid's meal with one of them). I let my husband cook Thai food for dinner (Hey, I'm no dummy, if he's willing, who am I to argue??). I even had bacon one morning. BACON, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!!
INSANITY.
But, I kept walking. One hour. Every day.
And it worked. Again.
There must be something to this exercise stuff.
Today's numbers: 267.
I'm shooting for my 10% next week. 265.3
The plan: NO MORE BACON.
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