So I may as well get 3, right? They're small, probably about 3 or 4 points each.
And then I ate all three while waiting for my computer to boot and download all my email. THEN I put them in the tracker.
So that's how I could only have 5 points left for the entire day before 8 AM. Well done.
Short of turning bulemic, however, there's nothing I can do about calories already injested. On the menu today: fruit, carrots and vegetable soup. Whoops. Stupid burritos didn't taste THAT good. (Must remember this moment for next time I feel a McDonald's weakness on the way to the office.)
There's got to be other people who've done this, yeah? I CAN make it through the day on 5 points, right? /headdesk
Friday, December 30, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
One-two Punch to Stress
Did an hour of hills and directionals on the treadmill AND an hour of yoga.
So there, work! Tonight, I win! (Directionals: walking backwards and sideways on a treadmill. Today, we did three sets of each on varying inclines. Oh, my aching glutes.)
Hero of the day! Smart pop kettle corn. It's a very nice salt-sweet blend that hit just the right spot this afternoon at work. Crunchy enough to make my boss's dorito munchings endurable, too.
Also! Bun ga nuong (Vietnamese glass noodle salad..stuff) is surprisingly healthy and oh so yummy.
Butter chicken simmer sauce, not so much (the healthy part, that is). However, served over mashed cauliflower with a little extra cayenne? It was a very satisfying way to get some rich Indian curry without blowing the points. And curry always gets me stars on my good wife chart.
AND, once I finish the bottle of water I'm working on, I'll have a happy face in every category for only the second time ever.
Today feels pretty good.
So there, work! Tonight, I win! (Directionals: walking backwards and sideways on a treadmill. Today, we did three sets of each on varying inclines. Oh, my aching glutes.)
Hero of the day! Smart pop kettle corn. It's a very nice salt-sweet blend that hit just the right spot this afternoon at work. Crunchy enough to make my boss's dorito munchings endurable, too.
Also! Bun ga nuong (Vietnamese glass noodle salad..stuff) is surprisingly healthy and oh so yummy.
Butter chicken simmer sauce, not so much (the healthy part, that is). However, served over mashed cauliflower with a little extra cayenne? It was a very satisfying way to get some rich Indian curry without blowing the points. And curry always gets me stars on my good wife chart.
AND, once I finish the bottle of water I'm working on, I'll have a happy face in every category for only the second time ever.
Today feels pretty good.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Still Here, Chugging Along
So I'm still here behind a massive stack of paperwork. The last few weeks in purchasing have been crazy busy. I was way burned out last week, so I am taking a little break today to try and pace myself this week and hold on to my perspective. (It's hotels, people. The sky isn't falling.)
I'm still chugging along. I did have a gain this morning. I skipped weigh-in last week because I was on my period, and I didn't want to know. With that, I made poor snack choices - stayed in my point range, but with unhealthy things. Then we drove to Louisiana for Christmas, and food on the road is always hard for me. McDonald's for dinner, then I snack to stave off sleepiness and drink Coke (some of which was not of the ZERO variety this time). Christmas in Cajun Country, my word. Half what I ate didn't turn out to be what I thought it was. We never seemed to be eating when I was hungry, so I'd end up starving by meal time. Between those, I know I was way off target. I didn't track, because, as I said, I mostly didn't even know what it was. I did not have any cookies or pie, however. Donuts for breakfast.
Most of the stuff is out of the office now; we divvied up on Thursday. There is still some popcorn and stuff, but nothing too tempting. (It's not the healthy kind of popcorn - most of it is coated in chocolate and other sugary substances.) I claimed 3 lbs of See's Candies, then took it all to Louisiana and left it with my father-in-law. And some brownies that were pretty wow. Nothing left at home either. There's still New Years, but I think we're going to try to stay home, so I think I can claim I made it through. I gained 1.2 lbs back right at the end, but lost 7 all said and done. I'm not unhappy with that.
Plus I've got half the office dieting now. One on weight watchers and 3 more just watching. Since most the people I go to lunch with are in that crowd, we're all doing well by each other. I think we'll pick up steam in January, and hopefully stay on track even after we forget our resolutions.
I'm still chugging along. I did have a gain this morning. I skipped weigh-in last week because I was on my period, and I didn't want to know. With that, I made poor snack choices - stayed in my point range, but with unhealthy things. Then we drove to Louisiana for Christmas, and food on the road is always hard for me. McDonald's for dinner, then I snack to stave off sleepiness and drink Coke (some of which was not of the ZERO variety this time). Christmas in Cajun Country, my word. Half what I ate didn't turn out to be what I thought it was. We never seemed to be eating when I was hungry, so I'd end up starving by meal time. Between those, I know I was way off target. I didn't track, because, as I said, I mostly didn't even know what it was. I did not have any cookies or pie, however. Donuts for breakfast.
Most of the stuff is out of the office now; we divvied up on Thursday. There is still some popcorn and stuff, but nothing too tempting. (It's not the healthy kind of popcorn - most of it is coated in chocolate and other sugary substances.) I claimed 3 lbs of See's Candies, then took it all to Louisiana and left it with my father-in-law. And some brownies that were pretty wow. Nothing left at home either. There's still New Years, but I think we're going to try to stay home, so I think I can claim I made it through. I gained 1.2 lbs back right at the end, but lost 7 all said and done. I'm not unhappy with that.
Plus I've got half the office dieting now. One on weight watchers and 3 more just watching. Since most the people I go to lunch with are in that crowd, we're all doing well by each other. I think we'll pick up steam in January, and hopefully stay on track even after we forget our resolutions.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Words Can't Bring Me Down
I've had "Beautiful" stuck in my head the last couple of days. It's my go-to girl empowering song. Despite what the song says, words can do anything. Right now, I'm using them to my advantage.
Last night, after my work out, I hit a pocket of, "F**k yeah, I am awesome!" I'm feeling a little less conceited today, but holding on to the feeling of being able to do anything with enough determination. I'm trying to think about the things I have accomplished and the things I like about myself.
Because if I can let words (and numbers) bring me down, I can certainly use them to pull myself back up and help me keep going, too.
Last night, after my work out, I hit a pocket of, "F**k yeah, I am awesome!" I'm feeling a little less conceited today, but holding on to the feeling of being able to do anything with enough determination. I'm trying to think about the things I have accomplished and the things I like about myself.
Because if I can let words (and numbers) bring me down, I can certainly use them to pull myself back up and help me keep going, too.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Reasons to Persevere
This morning, as I contemplated my dismal thoughts yesterday, I started making a list in my head of all the reasons why it's important to keep going. It's hard, yes, but completely worth the effort. And if I'm having to work more because I packed on 15 pounds last year? All the more reason not to give up and make it 30. I tried to write this so I can read it back like someone's TELLING me why it's worth it.
So, the list:
-Playing with your daughter for more than 5 minutes without getting winded. (Family soccer is in your future!)
-Hiking. Remember that second date with Bobby, hiking in Red Rock and breaking your tailbone, chickie? That girl would cry her eyes out if she thought that was the last time she'd beat Bobby up a trail. She laughed at the top.
-All those beautiful places in Mexico you have to hike miles to reach. The basalt cliffs? The clam-spiral creature rocks? The observatory where you can see two coastlines? Yeah.
-Skiing, kayaking, sailing, windsurfing. It wasn't always exercise; you used to call it fun.
-It's more fun to tell someone you're a gamer if they don't eye your flab and think, "You look like one..."
-You enjoy food more when you slow down enough to taste it. And something rich and buttery is special and delicious when it's not breakfast every morning.
-Cute clothes that don't need to be extremely cleverly cut to disguise and hide your shape.
-Is it really easier to stay the way you are with all the things it will take from you?
Fitness Goals:
-An unassisted pull-up.
-Full yoga class without modifications.
-Hold plank & downward dog for 2 minutes each.
Weightloss Milestones:
164 - merely overweight, never again obese
154 - halfway to goal
137 - healthy, not overweight
125 - goal!
I'm trying to think of some rewards. For my halfway mark, I'm going to buy myself a heartrate monitor. While it would be helpful now, I'm losing weight pretty steadily. I figure by then, it will be slower going, and I'll need a little help. I don't know about the other three. Well - 125 lbs, I'll need new clothes obviously. But I think I'm going to try to talk Bobby into taking a trip to the mountains. Depending on the month it happens, maybe even skiing! (Big maybe. Bobby shattered his wrist on a snowmobile and is afraid of skiing now.) Plenty of time to decide. I think leaving obesity deserves something and it's the first milestone, but I don't have any ideas. Something to ponder, I guess.
So, the list:
-Playing with your daughter for more than 5 minutes without getting winded. (Family soccer is in your future!)
-Hiking. Remember that second date with Bobby, hiking in Red Rock and breaking your tailbone, chickie? That girl would cry her eyes out if she thought that was the last time she'd beat Bobby up a trail. She laughed at the top.
-All those beautiful places in Mexico you have to hike miles to reach. The basalt cliffs? The clam-spiral creature rocks? The observatory where you can see two coastlines? Yeah.
-Skiing, kayaking, sailing, windsurfing. It wasn't always exercise; you used to call it fun.
-It's more fun to tell someone you're a gamer if they don't eye your flab and think, "You look like one..."
-You enjoy food more when you slow down enough to taste it. And something rich and buttery is special and delicious when it's not breakfast every morning.
-Cute clothes that don't need to be extremely cleverly cut to disguise and hide your shape.
-Is it really easier to stay the way you are with all the things it will take from you?
Fitness Goals:
-An unassisted pull-up.
-Full yoga class without modifications.
-Hold plank & downward dog for 2 minutes each.
Weightloss Milestones:
164 - merely overweight, never again obese
154 - halfway to goal
137 - healthy, not overweight
125 - goal!
I'm trying to think of some rewards. For my halfway mark, I'm going to buy myself a heartrate monitor. While it would be helpful now, I'm losing weight pretty steadily. I figure by then, it will be slower going, and I'll need a little help. I don't know about the other three. Well - 125 lbs, I'll need new clothes obviously. But I think I'm going to try to talk Bobby into taking a trip to the mountains. Depending on the month it happens, maybe even skiing! (Big maybe. Bobby shattered his wrist on a snowmobile and is afraid of skiing now.) Plenty of time to decide. I think leaving obesity deserves something and it's the first milestone, but I don't have any ideas. Something to ponder, I guess.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Scale Trouble
Yesterday, my scale rebelled. After a tough week, I dutifully hopped aboard early in the morning and waited while it scolled a dot dot dot across the screen. And then, up popped 173.6. What? How can that be? I lost 2.2 lbs after behaving very poorly? I waited a couple minutes and tried again. This time, I got 178.4. Gained over 2 and half? A third number had me walking away in disgust.
Unfortunately, I don't think it is my scale's fault. I have tile throughout my house, and it's all textured for maxium scale decalibration uneavenness. I'm a little frustrated. This morning, it gave me a low number again, and then a slightly higher one 4 times in a row, so that's the one I'm taking. It's a 1 lb even loss, putting me at 8.2 lbs total.
I felt really good after my workout last night. I read an article yesterday about not holding the rails on a treadmill (which I have been, the incline makes me feel about to fall off). So I slowed it down and let go last night, and wow, does it make a difference. I walked nearly a mile less and over a mile/hour lower than I have been, but I felt like I'd done double.
I felt good this morning, too, but decided to pick up the tape measure... and the book I used last year, when I was doing P90X to lose weight. When I did my fitness test, I weighed 166.2. I can't believe I gained so much in a year! This whole time, I've been deluding myself that at least I wasn't gaining weight since then, I was maintaining.
I've felt so good about how much I've done, and I haven't even reached where I was when I "started." I consider that my start, because I was holding a little baby in my arms, nursing in the wee hours of the morning, and an infomercial popped on and flicked me in the forehead. It was my "ah-hah." I did really well for about a month, and then I broke my foot. It was pretty bad, and I didn't go to the doctor because of our financial situation. It took about 2 months to heal, and I gave it a little extra because I was afraid it would still be weak and I'd hurt it again. In that time, Katie started crawling, and I weaned her (so feeding everyone got more complicated). Suddenly, working out at home was impossible. I tried a few different ways, and it just didn't work.
Once I paid off the bills from my C-section, I joined a gym. It was a lot harder doing the P90X routines there, though, and I kind of drifted around trying to find my way and didn't really see results. But at least I wasn't gaining, right? Ugh. Then I started working again, and gave up completely while I adjusted to the new routine. But I'm back at it now, working, running Bobby's business, raising a child, eating healthy, AND working out every week 3 days or more. I'm freaking super woman. (And if I say it often enough, I'll believe it, right?)
I don't know why this bothers me so much. I had forgotten I was in the 160s so recently. I knew I'd lost weight with my pregnancy.. I guess I just blocked it out when the number started going back up again. 54 lbs to lose just seems like a much bigger number today. And the 8 lbs I've lost from 183 seems more like 9 lbs I've gained from 166. (Not to mention the weight I lost while doing P90X. I'm not even going to look at how much it was.)
I really need to get my head back in this. Not think about how it's 9:45 and I'm starving. And there's still hurdles to jump, I've got a pre-open-heart-surgery party, a birthday party, and a cookie exchange this weekend. I have apples in the fridge, I know how to handle this. Then just one day at a time, no need to borrow trouble. I need to be strong.
Unfortunately, I don't think it is my scale's fault. I have tile throughout my house, and it's all textured for maxium scale decalibration uneavenness. I'm a little frustrated. This morning, it gave me a low number again, and then a slightly higher one 4 times in a row, so that's the one I'm taking. It's a 1 lb even loss, putting me at 8.2 lbs total.
I felt really good after my workout last night. I read an article yesterday about not holding the rails on a treadmill (which I have been, the incline makes me feel about to fall off). So I slowed it down and let go last night, and wow, does it make a difference. I walked nearly a mile less and over a mile/hour lower than I have been, but I felt like I'd done double.
I felt good this morning, too, but decided to pick up the tape measure... and the book I used last year, when I was doing P90X to lose weight. When I did my fitness test, I weighed 166.2. I can't believe I gained so much in a year! This whole time, I've been deluding myself that at least I wasn't gaining weight since then, I was maintaining.
I've felt so good about how much I've done, and I haven't even reached where I was when I "started." I consider that my start, because I was holding a little baby in my arms, nursing in the wee hours of the morning, and an infomercial popped on and flicked me in the forehead. It was my "ah-hah." I did really well for about a month, and then I broke my foot. It was pretty bad, and I didn't go to the doctor because of our financial situation. It took about 2 months to heal, and I gave it a little extra because I was afraid it would still be weak and I'd hurt it again. In that time, Katie started crawling, and I weaned her (so feeding everyone got more complicated). Suddenly, working out at home was impossible. I tried a few different ways, and it just didn't work.
Once I paid off the bills from my C-section, I joined a gym. It was a lot harder doing the P90X routines there, though, and I kind of drifted around trying to find my way and didn't really see results. But at least I wasn't gaining, right? Ugh. Then I started working again, and gave up completely while I adjusted to the new routine. But I'm back at it now, working, running Bobby's business, raising a child, eating healthy, AND working out every week 3 days or more. I'm freaking super woman. (And if I say it often enough, I'll believe it, right?)
I don't know why this bothers me so much. I had forgotten I was in the 160s so recently. I knew I'd lost weight with my pregnancy.. I guess I just blocked it out when the number started going back up again. 54 lbs to lose just seems like a much bigger number today. And the 8 lbs I've lost from 183 seems more like 9 lbs I've gained from 166. (Not to mention the weight I lost while doing P90X. I'm not even going to look at how much it was.)
I really need to get my head back in this. Not think about how it's 9:45 and I'm starving. And there's still hurdles to jump, I've got a pre-open-heart-surgery party, a birthday party, and a cookie exchange this weekend. I have apples in the fridge, I know how to handle this. Then just one day at a time, no need to borrow trouble. I need to be strong.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Bobby's Stupid Cold
So very tired. I've been fantasizing about going back to bed ever since I crawled out of it this morning. I think I may have caught Bobby's cold. Ugh.
I went to the gym last night, pushed hard, and left feeling great. We had Subway for dinner, and I continued to feel great. So great, I was bouncing around the house like a freaking ball in a pinball machine. Bobby asked when I'd snuck the Coke, taken too many ADD pills, overdosed on pseudophedrine... He was convinced my energy level was artificially heightened. But no, I was just extraordinarily hyper.
This morning, I feel like crap . I'm achy, my head feels stuffed with cotton and my sinuses with lead, and I feel like I stayed up too late and got up too early. (Slept 10 to 6, which is my normal sleep schedule.) I'd take a day off if I wasn't worried about Katie getting sick. With her in daycare, I've used my sick time as quickly as I accrue it since starting here over the summer. (I was a stay at home mom for about a year and a half. I got laid off a couple weeks before I found out I was pregnant and just didn't go back.)
I've just finished my fifth month here, and I've taken at least as many days off with Katie. (Not all of them were paid.) So, while I do have a day or so built up again, I'm reluctant to use it. Instead, I'm just going to think about how awesome it would be to go home and sleep all day.
I took my vitamin and a decongestant when I started this, and it's taken about an hour to get this far (I do this in between working, waiting for reports to generate or whatever). I ate some yogurt, too. I'm feeling slightly better now, but just slightly. Still, it may make the difference for me today. Fingers crossed that nothing awful happens before the end of the day. Everyone needs to just behave!
I went to the gym last night, pushed hard, and left feeling great. We had Subway for dinner, and I continued to feel great. So great, I was bouncing around the house like a freaking ball in a pinball machine. Bobby asked when I'd snuck the Coke, taken too many ADD pills, overdosed on pseudophedrine... He was convinced my energy level was artificially heightened. But no, I was just extraordinarily hyper.
This morning, I feel like crap . I'm achy, my head feels stuffed with cotton and my sinuses with lead, and I feel like I stayed up too late and got up too early. (Slept 10 to 6, which is my normal sleep schedule.) I'd take a day off if I wasn't worried about Katie getting sick. With her in daycare, I've used my sick time as quickly as I accrue it since starting here over the summer. (I was a stay at home mom for about a year and a half. I got laid off a couple weeks before I found out I was pregnant and just didn't go back.)
I've just finished my fifth month here, and I've taken at least as many days off with Katie. (Not all of them were paid.) So, while I do have a day or so built up again, I'm reluctant to use it. Instead, I'm just going to think about how awesome it would be to go home and sleep all day.
I took my vitamin and a decongestant when I started this, and it's taken about an hour to get this far (I do this in between working, waiting for reports to generate or whatever). I ate some yogurt, too. I'm feeling slightly better now, but just slightly. Still, it may make the difference for me today. Fingers crossed that nothing awful happens before the end of the day. Everyone needs to just behave!
Monday, November 28, 2011
First Blowup
I haven't said much so far about my job, but it definitely affects my (un)healthy habits. I work in hospitality procurement. I purchase furniture, lighting, carpet, wallcover, and accessories for hotels, oversee development and approval of custom items, and then monitor production, shipping, delivery, and installation. It's stressful. It gets pretty crazy sometimes. Vendors lie and underdeliver, clients expect miracles, and designers are just bat-sh** crazy.
Usually I deal with my stress all right. I vent with other purchasers about whatever crazy is on my plate that day, I send b**chy emails to the vendors most deserving, and when it gets really bad, I dream and sleeptalk about work. (Bobby once tried to wake me up early for a little bit of pre-work fun, and I told him he needed to give me an invoice first.)
Because I'm in the business of writing (really) big checks, vendors like to curry favor with offerings of food. We're super busy, so we don't really appreciate people coming in all the time to solicite work and talk about their "awesome" product and how it's better than everyone else's. They assume if they hand us a cookie first, we'll kick them out a little slower. (Sometimes it even works.) Christmas time is the worst for this. We get gift baskets of edibles like whoa.
Holy side tangent! I really don't want to admit what I did last night, I guess. Yesterday was pretty rough. Several things combined in the last couple hours of my day to transform me into a raging inferno of fury. And I was STARVING, omg. I don't know if crazy rage burns calories or what, but I don't remember the last time I was so incredibly hungry. I sent Bobby forth (he deserves a medal for even speaking to me last night, let alone giving in to my demands) and he returned with The Box from Raising Cane's.
And then, I ate it. ALL of it, every bite. 28 points. 1125 calories. I'm definitely feeling some guilt this morning. I'm glad it didn't make me sick, but, jeeze! Talk about a weak moment! I did feel better afterward, at least. Less so this morning.
Tonight I'm going to the gym, so I'll burn a bit off. And I'd done well all day and hadn't used any weeklies (maybe because it was only Tuesday...), so I'm going to move on. Still. Just shaking my head at myself. Was that really the best way to deal with my anger? No, but I didn't have any better ideas. I need a plan for next time, because I deal with a lot of jerks and the bullsh** gets pretty deep. It will definitely happen again.
AND I forgot my breakfast and apple today. /headdesk
Usually I deal with my stress all right. I vent with other purchasers about whatever crazy is on my plate that day, I send b**chy emails to the vendors most deserving, and when it gets really bad, I dream and sleeptalk about work. (Bobby once tried to wake me up early for a little bit of pre-work fun, and I told him he needed to give me an invoice first.)
Because I'm in the business of writing (really) big checks, vendors like to curry favor with offerings of food. We're super busy, so we don't really appreciate people coming in all the time to solicite work and talk about their "awesome" product and how it's better than everyone else's. They assume if they hand us a cookie first, we'll kick them out a little slower. (Sometimes it even works.) Christmas time is the worst for this. We get gift baskets of edibles like whoa.
Holy side tangent! I really don't want to admit what I did last night, I guess. Yesterday was pretty rough. Several things combined in the last couple hours of my day to transform me into a raging inferno of fury. And I was STARVING, omg. I don't know if crazy rage burns calories or what, but I don't remember the last time I was so incredibly hungry. I sent Bobby forth (he deserves a medal for even speaking to me last night, let alone giving in to my demands) and he returned with The Box from Raising Cane's.
And then, I ate it. ALL of it, every bite. 28 points. 1125 calories. I'm definitely feeling some guilt this morning. I'm glad it didn't make me sick, but, jeeze! Talk about a weak moment! I did feel better afterward, at least. Less so this morning.
Tonight I'm going to the gym, so I'll burn a bit off. And I'd done well all day and hadn't used any weeklies (maybe because it was only Tuesday...), so I'm going to move on. Still. Just shaking my head at myself. Was that really the best way to deal with my anger? No, but I didn't have any better ideas. I need a plan for next time, because I deal with a lot of jerks and the bullsh** gets pretty deep. It will definitely happen again.
AND I forgot my breakfast and apple today. /headdesk
Had My Pie
...and ate it, too! I did pretty well on T-Day. Followed my plan, ate only one extra roll, and enjoyed the hell out of every bite. I, however, succumbed to the leftovers my mom offered up on Friday, including every delicious bite of a slice each of apple and pumpkin pie. (Which I nibbled on all weekend. I didn't have T-Day 2.0 AND 2 slices of pie. Last year, I would have.) I also had a can of spaghettiOs with meatballs, which, wow, not good for you. And I had a bite of everything Kate ate all weekend. Despite that, I ended the week with 7 weeklies (the fewest yet by far, but still a surplus).
I also only went to the gym twice instead of the intended three times. On Saturday morning, I pushed hard thinking about all that pie, though, and I felt it all weekend in a very good way. I wasn't sore, but I could tell my muscles were tired. Going up the stairs with 25 lbs of Kate took some effort!
Despite all that (perhaps because of all my hard work the week before) I am down another 2.6 lbs for a total of 7.2 lbs lost. And the jeans I pulled out of the dryer this morning, which have always been comfortable, but never loose are slipping down everytime I walk anywhere. Woohoo!
Also, for the first time ever, I'm randomly telling people in my office about my weight loss. That I've lost weight and am trying hard to lose more. Another girl in my officer lost 30 lbs on Weight Watchers and I'd never have known if I hadn't had the confidence to say something about my own goals. And go her! She's a slender girl with a lot of style. Since she started, I've frequently thought how great her clothes are and how unflattering they'd be on me. Knowing she was once closer to my weight is very empowering. She worked to look the way she does, and so can I.
So, I'm pretty pumped today. I know I've got to mind my points this week, with all those empty calories I devoured in the last few days.
I also only went to the gym twice instead of the intended three times. On Saturday morning, I pushed hard thinking about all that pie, though, and I felt it all weekend in a very good way. I wasn't sore, but I could tell my muscles were tired. Going up the stairs with 25 lbs of Kate took some effort!
Despite all that (perhaps because of all my hard work the week before) I am down another 2.6 lbs for a total of 7.2 lbs lost. And the jeans I pulled out of the dryer this morning, which have always been comfortable, but never loose are slipping down everytime I walk anywhere. Woohoo!
Also, for the first time ever, I'm randomly telling people in my office about my weight loss. That I've lost weight and am trying hard to lose more. Another girl in my officer lost 30 lbs on Weight Watchers and I'd never have known if I hadn't had the confidence to say something about my own goals. And go her! She's a slender girl with a lot of style. Since she started, I've frequently thought how great her clothes are and how unflattering they'd be on me. Knowing she was once closer to my weight is very empowering. She worked to look the way she does, and so can I.
So, I'm pretty pumped today. I know I've got to mind my points this week, with all those empty calories I devoured in the last few days.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Birthdays and Babies
Today is my husband's birthday, and he said something last night that melted my heart. I was asking about what he wanted to do tonight, whether he wanted me to get a sitter so we could have a peaceful dinner in public. And he said, "No, it's my birthday, and I really want to spend it with my little girl and my wife." Dude. Love him.
So, we're having dinner in tonight. Dinner out has become pretty painful in the last few weeks as we've hit the Terrible Twos full throttle. He still wants to go to the gym, though, so I'm having trouble with the logistics. Curry (tikka masala)is Bobby's favorite, but eating right before working out is bad news, so I can't have it ready when he gets home, it needs to be after we get back. Which is when we're getting the Kate wound down for bedtime. And the birthday sweet? Maybe I can just buy a slice or half cake? A cupcake? I don't know. He doesn't want to eat something too terrible, because he's been working out too and doesn't want to "void out going to the gym."
Yesterday, I went to Best Buy (boo, hiss) to buy him a new video card. He needs a RAM upgrade too, and probably a higher wattage power supply, and a bit more cooling.... but the video card will have to do for now. I don't really want to buy more DDR2 RAM, because I think next year I'll do a more thorough upgrade. His processor is still pretty good, but his mobo needs to go. I built it in 2008, so it needs some love. (Yes, yes, I am a huge geek. Building computers gives me great joy.)
He doesn't think he got anything, so I'm trying to think of a creative way to surprise him with it.
So, we're having dinner in tonight. Dinner out has become pretty painful in the last few weeks as we've hit the Terrible Twos full throttle. He still wants to go to the gym, though, so I'm having trouble with the logistics. Curry (tikka masala)is Bobby's favorite, but eating right before working out is bad news, so I can't have it ready when he gets home, it needs to be after we get back. Which is when we're getting the Kate wound down for bedtime. And the birthday sweet? Maybe I can just buy a slice or half cake? A cupcake? I don't know. He doesn't want to eat something too terrible, because he's been working out too and doesn't want to "void out going to the gym."
Yesterday, I went to Best Buy (boo, hiss) to buy him a new video card. He needs a RAM upgrade too, and probably a higher wattage power supply, and a bit more cooling.... but the video card will have to do for now. I don't really want to buy more DDR2 RAM, because I think next year I'll do a more thorough upgrade. His processor is still pretty good, but his mobo needs to go. I built it in 2008, so it needs some love. (Yes, yes, I am a huge geek. Building computers gives me great joy.)
He doesn't think he got anything, so I'm trying to think of a creative way to surprise him with it.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Did I Cheat?
So I weighed myself again after work and was down another .6 lbs. I figured that if I could weigh less after eating breakfast, lunch, and two snacks there was something wonky going in the morning. So I took the lower number, and I feel like I stashed some extra monopoly money under the board. I weighed myself again last night and this morning, though, and the number has stayed steady (178.4), so I'm sticking with it, **** it! Enough with the guilt.
We went to the gym last night, and Katie had a diaper explosion at the care center. They couldn't find me right away, didn't think to ask Bobby for some reason (he even dropped her off last night). By the time we got to her, she had diaper rash down her thighs. She hurt to walk, poor bug. She'd try it bow-legged, then just crouch and cry. I felt so bad. I'm trying to decide if I want to complain, but it's cleared up now. I think I'm going to make sure they scan Bobby's card in the future, and that they know to find him. Also making sure he has wet wipes and diapers in HIS gym bag.
The side effect of all that was Katie being extra loving this morning. She's rarely so sweet for more than a minute or two lately. Kisses and hugs and, "Iuh you, Mom!" (I love you in Kate speak.) I did not want to give her over to her daycare lady. Hopefully, she'll still be cuddly tonight. And hopefully the crazy diaper and extra love isn't indicative of incoming sickness.
We're going to be bad this weekend and stay home to play in the Star Wars beta/stress test instead of going fourwheeling with my parents. We are NOT telling them the real reason. So I'm lying to my mom to get out of spending time with them on Thanksgiving weekend. And I only feel a little bad about it. It's also Bobby's birthday this weekend, and he's doing Christmas without a third truck this year. He deserves a weekend of doing only what he wants before the boxpocalypse really starts. He'll be working Saturdays all through December and dead tired Sundays. Christmas at FedEx sucks.
We went to the gym last night, and Katie had a diaper explosion at the care center. They couldn't find me right away, didn't think to ask Bobby for some reason (he even dropped her off last night). By the time we got to her, she had diaper rash down her thighs. She hurt to walk, poor bug. She'd try it bow-legged, then just crouch and cry. I felt so bad. I'm trying to decide if I want to complain, but it's cleared up now. I think I'm going to make sure they scan Bobby's card in the future, and that they know to find him. Also making sure he has wet wipes and diapers in HIS gym bag.
The side effect of all that was Katie being extra loving this morning. She's rarely so sweet for more than a minute or two lately. Kisses and hugs and, "Iuh you, Mom!" (I love you in Kate speak.) I did not want to give her over to her daycare lady. Hopefully, she'll still be cuddly tonight. And hopefully the crazy diaper and extra love isn't indicative of incoming sickness.
We're going to be bad this weekend and stay home to play in the Star Wars beta/stress test instead of going fourwheeling with my parents. We are NOT telling them the real reason. So I'm lying to my mom to get out of spending time with them on Thanksgiving weekend. And I only feel a little bad about it. It's also Bobby's birthday this weekend, and he's doing Christmas without a third truck this year. He deserves a weekend of doing only what he wants before the boxpocalypse really starts. He'll be working Saturdays all through December and dead tired Sundays. Christmas at FedEx sucks.
Monday, November 21, 2011
A Little Less is Still a Loss
I was a little underwhelmed by the number on the scale this morning, but I'm trying to be positive. I lost .4 lbs, rounding it out to a total of 4 lbs lost in 2 weeks. Which is great! I was just hoping for more.
I stayed within my points (had 35 weeklies left), but wasn't super with the GHGs. I hit my water goal 3 days of 7, which was 3 days better than the week before. I went to the gym 4 days and worked out each day at least 30 minutes, most for 60. I know I did well, and that it just isn't a numbers week (or day, even). I feel bloated today, so that may be a little of why. I know that there's also room for a lot of improvement, so it's not like I'm stuck either.
This week will be rough. I *love* Thanksgiving dinner. Stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, pie.. OMG, yes. I can't give it up. But, I CAN eat in moderation. I don't have to stuff myself. I don't have to eat fast, like it might escape me. (Though that's partially so that I CAN eat before the Kate Time Bomb goes off, no excuses! If she needs me, she does, and I can come back to the table later IF I'm still hungry. Which, if I'm honest with myself? I probably won't be.)
I'm going to pick one desert, not sample each. I'm going to only eat my favorites, and not take anything "to be polite." Candied yams shall not pass these lips! String bean casserole, no thanks! I'm also going to take good things for me to munch on - veggie plate and a fruit salad. I can do this, and I can do it again at Christmas! I've done a lot of things I'm proud of in 25 years, why can't I control my appetite? No reason at all.
We're going to the gym tonight. I'll be joining the TEAM Weightloss class officially, then working out with them Mondays and Saturdays. On Thursday, I'm swapping a night for TEAM Fitness weights. On Wednesday, flow yoga, my dearest friend and enemy.
So, bring it Week 3! I've got this.
I stayed within my points (had 35 weeklies left), but wasn't super with the GHGs. I hit my water goal 3 days of 7, which was 3 days better than the week before. I went to the gym 4 days and worked out each day at least 30 minutes, most for 60. I know I did well, and that it just isn't a numbers week (or day, even). I feel bloated today, so that may be a little of why. I know that there's also room for a lot of improvement, so it's not like I'm stuck either.
This week will be rough. I *love* Thanksgiving dinner. Stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, pie.. OMG, yes. I can't give it up. But, I CAN eat in moderation. I don't have to stuff myself. I don't have to eat fast, like it might escape me. (Though that's partially so that I CAN eat before the Kate Time Bomb goes off, no excuses! If she needs me, she does, and I can come back to the table later IF I'm still hungry. Which, if I'm honest with myself? I probably won't be.)
I'm going to pick one desert, not sample each. I'm going to only eat my favorites, and not take anything "to be polite." Candied yams shall not pass these lips! String bean casserole, no thanks! I'm also going to take good things for me to munch on - veggie plate and a fruit salad. I can do this, and I can do it again at Christmas! I've done a lot of things I'm proud of in 25 years, why can't I control my appetite? No reason at all.
We're going to the gym tonight. I'll be joining the TEAM Weightloss class officially, then working out with them Mondays and Saturdays. On Thursday, I'm swapping a night for TEAM Fitness weights. On Wednesday, flow yoga, my dearest friend and enemy.
So, bring it Week 3! I've got this.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
The Hippo Runs Again
We went to the gym again tonight, Bobby to work out on his own and me to try out the TEAM Fitness class. Last week I did TEAM Weight Loss, and it was good. It's was mostly interval training on treadmills, so nothing exciting, but it wasn't bad. Today, I got there, hopped on a treadmill to warm up and waited. The TWL instructor came to introduce the TF instructor, and she gets excited and exclaims, "Oh, good day to try out! Today we're going to run outside!"
So, ultimately I made one lap around the building, and I DID run part of the way. And then I went inside and got on the treadmill (with another slacker) to wait out the rest of the class. Ouch! My entire lower body is a dull ache. Did some core work too, good for me though it's tough.
Bobby ran a mile in 7 minutes. He was pretty proud of himself. I was too, actually. It's a lot easier to be happy about his accomplishments when I'm not right there with him, pacing them against my own.
Kate's been in bed about 20 minutes (late for her) and she hasn't gone a full minute without coughing. Uh-oh! Probably the cold she's been fighting off; might put a kink in our plans for the weekend. (Or, hey, work!)
Today! I got happy faces in all my boxes! (After all that running, the water was easy, but I managed 2 bottles at work, so I was on track anyway.) I've never gotten a happy face in the Healthy Oil category before. Tonight, I took two packs of my veggie soup (4 cups), browned some bison burger in 3 tsp of olive oil, and then simmered it all with a bit of curry paste, garam masala, nutmeg, paprika, and cumin. Oh, man, it was good. Bobby scarfed 3/4 of it down in no time. It's been a long time since I've seen him that enthusiastic about something I cooked. (He LOVES curry.)
All in all, a good day.
So, ultimately I made one lap around the building, and I DID run part of the way. And then I went inside and got on the treadmill (with another slacker) to wait out the rest of the class. Ouch! My entire lower body is a dull ache. Did some core work too, good for me though it's tough.
Bobby ran a mile in 7 minutes. He was pretty proud of himself. I was too, actually. It's a lot easier to be happy about his accomplishments when I'm not right there with him, pacing them against my own.
Kate's been in bed about 20 minutes (late for her) and she hasn't gone a full minute without coughing. Uh-oh! Probably the cold she's been fighting off; might put a kink in our plans for the weekend. (Or, hey, work!)
Today! I got happy faces in all my boxes! (After all that running, the water was easy, but I managed 2 bottles at work, so I was on track anyway.) I've never gotten a happy face in the Healthy Oil category before. Tonight, I took two packs of my veggie soup (4 cups), browned some bison burger in 3 tsp of olive oil, and then simmered it all with a bit of curry paste, garam masala, nutmeg, paprika, and cumin. Oh, man, it was good. Bobby scarfed 3/4 of it down in no time. It's been a long time since I've seen him that enthusiastic about something I cooked. (He LOVES curry.)
All in all, a good day.
Monday, November 14, 2011
I demand a redo!
So. That was shit .
Today, my husband went with me to the gym. We spent 5 minutes on the treadmill, then I stretched while he watched, then I did some girly push-ups and pull-ups, and then he asked when I was going to start working out.
What?
So I asked what he wanted to do. He told me he wanted to not make a decision about what to do, so I headed to the stair machines. He told me he didn't like stairs, and hopped on a treadmill next to me. I couldn't figure out how to make the machine work (it was stuck on snail speed), so I hopped on a treadmill too and walked while he ran a mile and a half in 12 minutes. After that, he (cool as can be while I dabbed my face with my towel) asked if we could do some weights.
Long story short, my back hurts. And I had no idea Bobby was that fast. So, yeah. I don't think I want to go with him anymore. I feel awful, I didn't get much of a workout because I can't do enough reps to make weights worthwhile when I feel like I'm doing it wrong, and I run like an asthmatic hippo.
I told him he could go at the same time as me, but not to work out with me. I don't think he's going to get a membership. He works for FedEx and runs and lifts big boxes all day, so I don't know why he even wants to. (He says his thighs rub together and that's never happened before. I don't remember a time that DIDN'T happen to me.) He ran 8.5 mph for a whole quarter mile. I tried to bump up to 5 mph for a minute and almost went face first into the floor. Eff me.
McDonald's for dinner. I feel like shit . Only used 2 of my weeklies today though. However, I'm not sure where I stand on the GHG. (I need protein and whole grain boxes!) Do french fries count as a vegetable? Do 100 calories (the TEENIEST french fry box you've ever seen) worth of french fries count as a serving?
Tomorrow is another day. A day I will not take Bobby with me to the gym. (And I hope work isn't as awful as today. My buddy is on maternity leave for 12 weeks and the office is super depressing without her.)
/end grouse
PS: Once I drink my glass of water before bed (to make sure I wake up at 3 am to pee) I'll have met my water goal!
Today, my husband went with me to the gym. We spent 5 minutes on the treadmill, then I stretched while he watched, then I did some girly push-ups and pull-ups, and then he asked when I was going to start working out.
What?
So I asked what he wanted to do. He told me he wanted to not make a decision about what to do, so I headed to the stair machines. He told me he didn't like stairs, and hopped on a treadmill next to me. I couldn't figure out how to make the machine work (it was stuck on snail speed), so I hopped on a treadmill too and walked while he ran a mile and a half in 12 minutes. After that, he (cool as can be while I dabbed my face with my towel) asked if we could do some weights.
Long story short, my back hurts. And I had no idea Bobby was that fast. So, yeah. I don't think I want to go with him anymore. I feel awful, I didn't get much of a workout because I can't do enough reps to make weights worthwhile when I feel like I'm doing it wrong, and I run like an asthmatic hippo.
I told him he could go at the same time as me, but not to work out with me. I don't think he's going to get a membership. He works for FedEx and runs and lifts big boxes all day, so I don't know why he even wants to. (He says his thighs rub together and that's never happened before. I don't remember a time that DIDN'T happen to me.) He ran 8.5 mph for a whole quarter mile. I tried to bump up to 5 mph for a minute and almost went face first into the floor. Eff me.
McDonald's for dinner. I feel like shit . Only used 2 of my weeklies today though. However, I'm not sure where I stand on the GHG. (I need protein and whole grain boxes!) Do french fries count as a vegetable? Do 100 calories (the TEENIEST french fry box you've ever seen) worth of french fries count as a serving?
Tomorrow is another day. A day I will not take Bobby with me to the gym. (And I hope work isn't as awful as today. My buddy is on maternity leave for 12 weeks and the office is super depressing without her.)
/end grouse
PS: Once I drink my glass of water before bed (to make sure I wake up at 3 am to pee) I'll have met my water goal!
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Productivity
Weight Watchers X-post
Goal! Even meeting small goals feels pretty good. I got up this morning and made 12 4-point breakfast burritos (egg & sausage) to eat the mornings I work. I have a truly enormous pot of soup on the stove cooling, to be bagged and frozen for later consumption. We went to Costco yesterday and got snacks for me. (And for them, but hey, it's not all about me.) I'm feeling pretty confident that I can DO this. Of course, it's still the first week, and I have many to go.
Yesterday, I participated in my gym's "yoga marathon" which was 90 minutes long. I had to take a couple breaks in child's pose, but I did all right. Today, I'm a little sore through my core, but I figure that's a good sign! The Man went to the gym with me on Friday to check things out, but we discovered the kid's center closes early on Fridays, so that was the end of that. I don't know when he wants to try again, so my gym plans are still a bit soft.
Unfortunately, updates I make on my mobile tracker don't seem to be making it onto the real thing on here. I'm not sure why not. I can update from a desktop until I figure it out, though. I'm also not sure about when my week will reset. I joined on Tuesday, so will the last day of my week be Monday? I'd prefer a Sunday-Saturday week, but I don't know if I can change it.
Goal for this week: Hit the recommended glasses of water per day!
Goal! Even meeting small goals feels pretty good. I got up this morning and made 12 4-point breakfast burritos (egg & sausage) to eat the mornings I work. I have a truly enormous pot of soup on the stove cooling, to be bagged and frozen for later consumption. We went to Costco yesterday and got snacks for me. (And for them, but hey, it's not all about me.) I'm feeling pretty confident that I can DO this. Of course, it's still the first week, and I have many to go.
Yesterday, I participated in my gym's "yoga marathon" which was 90 minutes long. I had to take a couple breaks in child's pose, but I did all right. Today, I'm a little sore through my core, but I figure that's a good sign! The Man went to the gym with me on Friday to check things out, but we discovered the kid's center closes early on Fridays, so that was the end of that. I don't know when he wants to try again, so my gym plans are still a bit soft.
Unfortunately, updates I make on my mobile tracker don't seem to be making it onto the real thing on here. I'm not sure why not. I can update from a desktop until I figure it out, though. I'm also not sure about when my week will reset. I joined on Tuesday, so will the last day of my week be Monday? I'd prefer a Sunday-Saturday week, but I don't know if I can change it.
Goal for this week: Hit the recommended glasses of water per day!
Friday, November 11, 2011
The First Week
Weight Watchers X-Post
May as well start with why I’m here. I’m 25 and I have almost 6 months before my birthday. Before I turn 26, I want to lose 30 lbs. Before my daughter (KM) turns 3 next October, I want to lose a total of 58 lbs. I love my daughter more than anything, and I want to be a mother she is proud of. I also want to be able to teach her good and healthy habits. And it would be nice not to be appalled when people tag me in photos I didn’t know they took on facebook.
I anticipate problems staying on track, because I’m busy, and drive-throughs are just so easy. KM is in a picky stage right now, and chicken nuggets are really the only food she will eat most of the time. (Yay for naked nuggets!) My husband and I love variety, and eat Indian, Japanese, Vietnamese, Italian…. Okay, we just love food in general, and most of it is awful for my waistline. I’m trying to learn portion control, but when it just tastes so good, it’s tough. My plan right now is to try asking for a second plate or a box. I’ll separate a healthy amount to eat, and stick to that. Reports on how that works to follow.
At work, I have a stockpile of meals in the freezer and snacks in my drawer. I’m ready! Unfortunately, a lot of people bring in unhealthy and very appetizing snacks, and with Christmas coming up.. oh, man, there’ll be chocolate and truffles and caramels and treats all over the office. Edible landmines everywhere. I’m thinking a blindfold is the answer. This week I dodged an 8 point cookie one day, but ate one after a particularly vicious conference call. I need to learn some new ways of relaxing after that kind of thing. Still, I ate it slow, savored every bite, and today? I’ve walked by that box of deliciousness 4 times without drooling a bit. My boss munching Doritos in the next office, however? Oh, yeah, give me some of that! (I’m going to have some yogurt instead.)
Tonight, my husband is going with me to the gym to check it out. I went Wednesday and felt fantastic after a moderately paced treadmill class-thingie. If The Man doesn’t end up joining, I’ll probably join that class (or the tougher one) for a few weeks to get me off to a good start. I’m looking forward to resuming my love-hate relationship with Yoga next Wednesday. I feel like the (awkward, clumsy, fat and) ugly duckling during yoga, but I feel remade afterwards.
First weekend coming up! I’ve got a lot to do, and I want to fit in making myself some breakfast burritos and that 0-point vegetable soup. I need more healthy crockpot recipes too, to stave off the drive-through temptation.
May as well start with why I’m here. I’m 25 and I have almost 6 months before my birthday. Before I turn 26, I want to lose 30 lbs. Before my daughter (KM) turns 3 next October, I want to lose a total of 58 lbs. I love my daughter more than anything, and I want to be a mother she is proud of. I also want to be able to teach her good and healthy habits. And it would be nice not to be appalled when people tag me in photos I didn’t know they took on facebook.
I anticipate problems staying on track, because I’m busy, and drive-throughs are just so easy. KM is in a picky stage right now, and chicken nuggets are really the only food she will eat most of the time. (Yay for naked nuggets!) My husband and I love variety, and eat Indian, Japanese, Vietnamese, Italian…. Okay, we just love food in general, and most of it is awful for my waistline. I’m trying to learn portion control, but when it just tastes so good, it’s tough. My plan right now is to try asking for a second plate or a box. I’ll separate a healthy amount to eat, and stick to that. Reports on how that works to follow.
At work, I have a stockpile of meals in the freezer and snacks in my drawer. I’m ready! Unfortunately, a lot of people bring in unhealthy and very appetizing snacks, and with Christmas coming up.. oh, man, there’ll be chocolate and truffles and caramels and treats all over the office. Edible landmines everywhere. I’m thinking a blindfold is the answer. This week I dodged an 8 point cookie one day, but ate one after a particularly vicious conference call. I need to learn some new ways of relaxing after that kind of thing. Still, I ate it slow, savored every bite, and today? I’ve walked by that box of deliciousness 4 times without drooling a bit. My boss munching Doritos in the next office, however? Oh, yeah, give me some of that! (I’m going to have some yogurt instead.)
Tonight, my husband is going with me to the gym to check it out. I went Wednesday and felt fantastic after a moderately paced treadmill class-thingie. If The Man doesn’t end up joining, I’ll probably join that class (or the tougher one) for a few weeks to get me off to a good start. I’m looking forward to resuming my love-hate relationship with Yoga next Wednesday. I feel like the (awkward, clumsy, fat and) ugly duckling during yoga, but I feel remade afterwards.
First weekend coming up! I’ve got a lot to do, and I want to fit in making myself some breakfast burritos and that 0-point vegetable soup. I need more healthy crockpot recipes too, to stave off the drive-through temptation.
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