So I've been making chocolate-covered pecans to sell at the Employee Market.
Not. Smart.
First off, I'm pretty messy, so I end up with my whole body covered in chocolate, which I then have no choice but to lick off. Then I lick the spoons. And the bowls. And the floor. And the dogs. And anything else that might have been slathered in cocoa bean.
But I haven't been eating too much of the final product. Now that's some great dieting!
On the bright side, i haven't gained any weight this week. I'm still 1.5 pounds down from my start weight.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
OK, I lied
I haven't lost 7 pounds. Who the hell loses 7 pounds in 4 days unless you're Michelle Martinez and eat only straw? Not I, friends.
I have, however, lost 1.5 pounds.
I'm not impressed. I fluctuate between 153.5 and 155 constantly. I've even dipped to 152 and that was a wonderful six hours, I can tell you that.
But when I dip under 150? That will be huge.
When I got married, I was 108 pounds. Oh yes, SSS once had her thin days. Granted, they didn't last long. By the time I moved to Austin in 1999, I was 120 -- a very respectable number indeed!
By 2000, I had gotten up to 138. I remember the moment I stepped on the scale and saw those numbers very very well. Turns out I was pregnant.
Since then... well. You know.
So. I'm on vacation for two weeks. That's what happens when you don't use your vacation days until the end of time. This week, though, I'm focusing on staying under 1500 calories a day.
Watching the Nutty Professor, however, is not helping. Drop the tub of cookie dough, Eddie Murphy! Drop it now!!
I have, however, lost 1.5 pounds.
I'm not impressed. I fluctuate between 153.5 and 155 constantly. I've even dipped to 152 and that was a wonderful six hours, I can tell you that.
But when I dip under 150? That will be huge.
When I got married, I was 108 pounds. Oh yes, SSS once had her thin days. Granted, they didn't last long. By the time I moved to Austin in 1999, I was 120 -- a very respectable number indeed!
By 2000, I had gotten up to 138. I remember the moment I stepped on the scale and saw those numbers very very well. Turns out I was pregnant.
Since then... well. You know.
So. I'm on vacation for two weeks. That's what happens when you don't use your vacation days until the end of time. This week, though, I'm focusing on staying under 1500 calories a day.
Watching the Nutty Professor, however, is not helping. Drop the tub of cookie dough, Eddie Murphy! Drop it now!!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
It's just a number
I'm blogging before I go to the gym. I'll find any excuse really. That's how much I hate excercise. I hate it so much I can't even spell the word. (Can't find my dictionary at the moment.) But here are all the reasons why I soooo have to get over my aversion:
One hundred sixty eight and a half pounds.
I weighed myself twice, once on Monday and once on Tuesday, when I joined the challenge just to be sure. And I feel disclosure is important since I'm in the pool. Owning up to it in public isn't painful to me. I don't think people will look at me differently because they know the number. And publishing it feels right somehow. Like a declaration of war. I have seen the enemy. And it is me. All 168.5 pounds of me.
My steady, and shockingly huge, weight gain over the past couple years was painful. It's documented in my medical records. You should have seen the look on my gynecologist's face. There was also an awkward moment on the scale when the nurse had to slide the fifty weight over when I was in the middle of this upward slide. I had to climb my household latter with the tool box one day, and realized, for the first time in my life, that I now have to pay attention to the weight limits. I was three pounds shy of weighing more than my dog. (He's a really, really big dog.)
Don't get me wrong. I'm not having a pity party here. Just acknowledging some truths. I've started a food diary to acknowledge some more truths. They aren't pretty. Even trying, I'm eating more fat than I should.
Today though, I've got more motivation than usual to get my butt to the Y: A new number.
One hundred sixty six pounds.
Small steps on the way to a smaller me.
One hundred sixty eight and a half pounds.
I weighed myself twice, once on Monday and once on Tuesday, when I joined the challenge just to be sure. And I feel disclosure is important since I'm in the pool. Owning up to it in public isn't painful to me. I don't think people will look at me differently because they know the number. And publishing it feels right somehow. Like a declaration of war. I have seen the enemy. And it is me. All 168.5 pounds of me.
My steady, and shockingly huge, weight gain over the past couple years was painful. It's documented in my medical records. You should have seen the look on my gynecologist's face. There was also an awkward moment on the scale when the nurse had to slide the fifty weight over when I was in the middle of this upward slide. I had to climb my household latter with the tool box one day, and realized, for the first time in my life, that I now have to pay attention to the weight limits. I was three pounds shy of weighing more than my dog. (He's a really, really big dog.)
Don't get me wrong. I'm not having a pity party here. Just acknowledging some truths. I've started a food diary to acknowledge some more truths. They aren't pretty. Even trying, I'm eating more fat than I should.
Today though, I've got more motivation than usual to get my butt to the Y: A new number.
One hundred sixty six pounds.
Small steps on the way to a smaller me.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Wow
Guess what guys? I've already lost 7 pounds!
It's frightening how quickly I am becoming fit and fabulous.
You guys should probably give it up now. Maybe head over to the Altar of Fat. Or to Sandy's. Or something...
It's frightening how quickly I am becoming fit and fabulous.
You guys should probably give it up now. Maybe head over to the Altar of Fat. Or to Sandy's. Or something...
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
So you're probably thinking....
What the hell are you doing on here. You don't need to lose weight, you're skinny already! I call Bullshit! Everybody has things about their body they don't like, including me. I just quit smoking this week, and before that even getting comfortable in my current relationship has unfortunately added a few pounds I did not ask for. So my plan is to snack healthy instead of stuff my face when I want a cigarette and to get into a daily workout routine to get rid of some of the aggression. So whoever's walking, eating a healthy lunch/snack, has any advice for the quitting smoking blues, send 'em my way! I want in and I want to be smoke-free skinny!
Stare and resist
It's one thing to get the email about the sugar-loaded whatever on the alter each day. That can be deleted, ignored.
But when the alter is basically an extension of your desk, and everyone comes over to admire and nibble the goodies, it's trouble.
Right now, I can't help but fixate on the coconut-tapioca cake. I could grab it without leaving my seat. The chocolate-covered pretzels (rumor is they're from the Domain), luckily, are just beyond my reach.
If the stacks of stuff on my desk get higher, or I suddenly put up some other form of ridiculous barrier, you'll know why.
But when the alter is basically an extension of your desk, and everyone comes over to admire and nibble the goodies, it's trouble.
Right now, I can't help but fixate on the coconut-tapioca cake. I could grab it without leaving my seat. The chocolate-covered pretzels (rumor is they're from the Domain), luckily, are just beyond my reach.
If the stacks of stuff on my desk get higher, or I suddenly put up some other form of ridiculous barrier, you'll know why.
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