This morning the scale said 220.0
I'm down nine pounds from the scale debacle of last week. I'm glad about that. I haven't followed my eating plan to a "t" but I've been close and I've been making healthy choices.
I roasted acorn squash for the first time last night. It was absolutely delicious. I'm determined to try another variety of winter squash this coming week.
I'm having a lot of self doubts about this triathlon. Who am I kidding?? I'll finish last! I don't want to finish last. But then, I guess that's better than not finishing. But still... It takes me 45 minutes (at best!) for the run part...many people finish the whole sprint in that amount of time. I'm wondering if I'm just delusional.
I've discovered the most filling breakfast!
I do 1 tortilla, 1 carton of better than eggs and 1 slice of cheese with salsa. This little breakfast burrito keeps me full until lunch! Even more so than if I substitute 2 slices of lite bread for the tortilla.
*Must stock up on tortillas!
Friday, November 30, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
An okay day
I didn't really follow my eating plan for the 2nd half of the day, but I think calorie wise and choice wise I did just fine.
I didn't exercise -- I was too wrapped up in family drama. And that's the last time that will happen. I've just come to accept (as of this morning) that my mother-in-law is a nasty mean woman. She always will be. So, fine. She's just not welcome in my life. Just like that.
I didn't exercise -- I was too wrapped up in family drama. And that's the last time that will happen. I've just come to accept (as of this morning) that my mother-in-law is a nasty mean woman. She always will be. So, fine. She's just not welcome in my life. Just like that.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Wow! Another disaster. No wonder I'm fat
First the good:
I started my triathlon training! Woo hoo.
Now the bad --
I had mexican for lunch. It was fried. It was delicious.
Not sticking with the plan... THAT'S why I'm so fat.
Of course, my excuse is -- my mother in law is being so nasty to us right now. I'm SO over her and her drama. DONE. We're about to take care of that right now.
Tomorrow, the training continues and I WILL stick to my eating plan.
I started my triathlon training! Woo hoo.
Now the bad --
I had mexican for lunch. It was fried. It was delicious.
Not sticking with the plan... THAT'S why I'm so fat.
Of course, my excuse is -- my mother in law is being so nasty to us right now. I'm SO over her and her drama. DONE. We're about to take care of that right now.
Tomorrow, the training continues and I WILL stick to my eating plan.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Disasterous Day 2
I started the day well intentioned, but let's face it, the disaster started with breakfast.
I'd planned to eat two lite slices of bread, one egg and some salsa.
Perfect.
And that's what I ate.
But I cooked the egg over-easy. And as delicious as it is, my stomach can't handle it.
So I was sick. The kind of sick that makes you feel just lousy. I knew it was the egg's fault.
So I'm at the grocery store getting this week's menu food and my stomach is so upset I'm considering leaving the store. I decide to turn to the old remedy. A bottle of Coke. I felt better after the first sip. Truly.
Unfortunately it lead to the slippery slope of "well, I've already cheated so I'll just have..." and what I "just had" was 2 Krispy Kreme donuts. Now, I'm fat, but I haven't had a donut in probably 2 years. Why today? Impulse. They were delicious.
I tried to eat healthy the rest of the day. I had veggie soup with turkey (no carbs) at lunch. I snacked on shredded wheat. I had my planned healthy dinner. I haven't had even half of the water I'm supposed to have though.
This morning the scale said 222.
I bet it's higher tomorrow.
Stupid water weight...
Stupid huge ass.
Oh -- and for some reason, I spent the evening picking at my arms. It wasn't too bad, but it happened.
We did get the Christmas tree up though. It's beautiful.
I'd planned to eat two lite slices of bread, one egg and some salsa.
Perfect.
And that's what I ate.
But I cooked the egg over-easy. And as delicious as it is, my stomach can't handle it.
So I was sick. The kind of sick that makes you feel just lousy. I knew it was the egg's fault.
So I'm at the grocery store getting this week's menu food and my stomach is so upset I'm considering leaving the store. I decide to turn to the old remedy. A bottle of Coke. I felt better after the first sip. Truly.
Unfortunately it lead to the slippery slope of "well, I've already cheated so I'll just have..." and what I "just had" was 2 Krispy Kreme donuts. Now, I'm fat, but I haven't had a donut in probably 2 years. Why today? Impulse. They were delicious.
I tried to eat healthy the rest of the day. I had veggie soup with turkey (no carbs) at lunch. I snacked on shredded wheat. I had my planned healthy dinner. I haven't had even half of the water I'm supposed to have though.
This morning the scale said 222.
I bet it's higher tomorrow.
Stupid water weight...
Stupid huge ass.
Oh -- and for some reason, I spent the evening picking at my arms. It wasn't too bad, but it happened.
We did get the Christmas tree up though. It's beautiful.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Day One!
Despite recent trends, my enthusiasm for weight loss did not diminish overnight. I woke up this morning full of the same resolve that I fell asleep with last night. The scale said 225.5. Fuck. Then, as I tend to do, I obsessively weighted myself again about an hour later. This time I was fully dressed (no shoes) and the scale said 224.5. Tonight, before my shower, totally naked and having had dinner recently, the scale was at 223.' Looks like the water weight part is really dropping.
Before going to sleep last night I made one weeks' worth of menus following my Richard Simmons Food Mover Blast off plan. I stuck with it today. I did have half a glass of wine with dinner at my husband's insistence. He announced I was too high strung and that I needed it. It almost put me to sleep right there in my chair. I've got a teething baby, and was up literally every hour from 11pm until 5 am. Combine that with sugar withdrawal and calorie restrictions and I was a real peach to be around.
I think that's part of the problem getting started. It takes 30 days to make a habit right? Well those 30 days are agony. We drove around running errands today passing all sorts of fun drive through places. An A&W root beer place. A Panera (have you had their cookies?). It all looked so delicious. Thinking back to my salad with 2oz of turkey -- it just doesn't compare. Of course, I don't have remorse of any kind about the salad. The salad provided calories without making me sick. It was fuel. I just have to change my thinking.
Tomorrow I do my weekly grocery store trip. My list is ready.
Monday my triathlon training begins in earnest. You know, it's just 12 weeks away! Am I going to be able to run a 5k in 12 weeks???
Before going to sleep last night I made one weeks' worth of menus following my Richard Simmons Food Mover Blast off plan. I stuck with it today. I did have half a glass of wine with dinner at my husband's insistence. He announced I was too high strung and that I needed it. It almost put me to sleep right there in my chair. I've got a teething baby, and was up literally every hour from 11pm until 5 am. Combine that with sugar withdrawal and calorie restrictions and I was a real peach to be around.
I think that's part of the problem getting started. It takes 30 days to make a habit right? Well those 30 days are agony. We drove around running errands today passing all sorts of fun drive through places. An A&W root beer place. A Panera (have you had their cookies?). It all looked so delicious. Thinking back to my salad with 2oz of turkey -- it just doesn't compare. Of course, I don't have remorse of any kind about the salad. The salad provided calories without making me sick. It was fuel. I just have to change my thinking.
Tomorrow I do my weekly grocery store trip. My list is ready.
Monday my triathlon training begins in earnest. You know, it's just 12 weeks away! Am I going to be able to run a 5k in 12 weeks???
Friday, November 23, 2007
So, here's what I'm working on
Okay, so here's what I'm working on, and where I'm going:
Goal: BMI under 25.
My current BMI is 37.
Goal: Complete a sprint triathlon in March.
A friend of ours has me amped to do this. I've always wanted to do a triathlon. Why not now?
Goal: Eliminate most TV from my life.
TV sucks my time and energy. It's useless for the most part.
Goal: Stop picking at my arms.
I have this OCD thing where I'm constantly picking at tiny little blemishes on my arms. I've done it for years. I get a sick satisfaction from it. Why? Why does it feel so good? It leaves my arms looking so nasty. I want healthy, scar-free arms. Even worse, I've started picking on my forearms, so it's visible.
These are lofty goals. I feel like if I do my food mover and train for the triathlon and stop with the evening TV, the weight loss part will follow. Slowly, but it will follow. The picking, now that's an anxiety thing. I've got all sorts of anxiety. It runs in the family. I don't want to do anti-anxiety or anti-depressants because I really dislike taking medication of any kind. I used to self-medicate using Benadryl. All it did was make me grumpy and feel rotten, so I'm not doing that anymore.
I have everything in the world.
I want for nothing.
I have a wonderful, loving husband.
I have a beautiful son.
We live in a lovely house.
We can afford our needs and a few extras.
With all of this going for me and a little self-discipline, I can reach my goals!
Goal: BMI under 25.
My current BMI is 37.
Goal: Complete a sprint triathlon in March.
A friend of ours has me amped to do this. I've always wanted to do a triathlon. Why not now?
Goal: Eliminate most TV from my life.
TV sucks my time and energy. It's useless for the most part.
Goal: Stop picking at my arms.
I have this OCD thing where I'm constantly picking at tiny little blemishes on my arms. I've done it for years. I get a sick satisfaction from it. Why? Why does it feel so good? It leaves my arms looking so nasty. I want healthy, scar-free arms. Even worse, I've started picking on my forearms, so it's visible.
These are lofty goals. I feel like if I do my food mover and train for the triathlon and stop with the evening TV, the weight loss part will follow. Slowly, but it will follow. The picking, now that's an anxiety thing. I've got all sorts of anxiety. It runs in the family. I don't want to do anti-anxiety or anti-depressants because I really dislike taking medication of any kind. I used to self-medicate using Benadryl. All it did was make me grumpy and feel rotten, so I'm not doing that anymore.
I have everything in the world.
I want for nothing.
I have a wonderful, loving husband.
I have a beautiful son.
We live in a lovely house.
We can afford our needs and a few extras.
With all of this going for me and a little self-discipline, I can reach my goals!
Welcome to my Journey.
Hello, and welcome to my journey.
I weighed myself tonight and the scale said 229.
Fuck.
This has to stop.
And so, like so many people, I turn to the internet for support, help, venting and outlet.
My weight has not always been this high, in fact, this is an all new high for me, however, I've been heavy since the 7th grade. I stopped playing outside because of a warning from my mother that "now that you're in middle school you need to stay away from those boys." So I stayed inside and watched TV and ate my dad's Reeses Peanut Butter Cups and grew big old boobs and a big old ass. It's a perfect way to avoid being noticed. I did eventually get married. I have one son. I refuse to become pregnant again until I'm under 200lbs. I'd like to be under 200lbs by my son's 1st birthday in March.
So, how am I going to do this??
Well, I'm committed to doing a sprint triathlon with a friend in March, so the training for that begins.
As far as eating, I successfully lost about 30lbs once using the Richard Simmons food mover. It helps me keep a balanced diet. It's the only thing that's ever worked for me. So as of tomorrow morning, I'll be blasting off and closing those windows. It has to happen.
Join me in my journey.
-- cookie monster
I weighed myself tonight and the scale said 229.
Fuck.
This has to stop.
And so, like so many people, I turn to the internet for support, help, venting and outlet.
My weight has not always been this high, in fact, this is an all new high for me, however, I've been heavy since the 7th grade. I stopped playing outside because of a warning from my mother that "now that you're in middle school you need to stay away from those boys." So I stayed inside and watched TV and ate my dad's Reeses Peanut Butter Cups and grew big old boobs and a big old ass. It's a perfect way to avoid being noticed. I did eventually get married. I have one son. I refuse to become pregnant again until I'm under 200lbs. I'd like to be under 200lbs by my son's 1st birthday in March.
So, how am I going to do this??
Well, I'm committed to doing a sprint triathlon with a friend in March, so the training for that begins.
As far as eating, I successfully lost about 30lbs once using the Richard Simmons food mover. It helps me keep a balanced diet. It's the only thing that's ever worked for me. So as of tomorrow morning, I'll be blasting off and closing those windows. It has to happen.
Join me in my journey.
-- cookie monster
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