Current Weight - 343.6
Last week - 347.8
Beginning Weight - 348.8
So, this week I lost a total of 4.2 pounds.
I've lost 5.2 in all since the beginning of this challenge.
I have NO EARTHLY idea how I lost this week. I have felt out of control and miserable and have mainly lived the life of the great brown bear...slept and ate. (Sadly, I have not mated, but that is another blog story)
I feel heartened, without a doubt. I was honestly expecting to be back over into the 350's this morning which would have prompted a run through StarBucks for a lovely, creamy-filled Spiced Pumpkin Latte. And now, thankfully, I can do without it.
*phew* I feel like a dodged a bullet. I look forward to seeing how the rest of you critters did!
Monday, October 18, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
What You Say....Matters
So, I've been living not-so-blissfully in the land of craptastic for the last few days. I'm having some family issues and some financial issues and some I Probably Just Need To Get Laid issues. And all of that, of course, translates into food issues. Why is it that we let things *outside* of our bodies affect what goes *into* our bodies so much? Well, I do that anyway.
So, this morning I had my regular breakfast which always works for me. And I don't get hungry until my morning snack, around 10, which is an apple, and then I'm good until lunch. But this morning I was hungrier than a homeless hounddog. So I grabbed a dollar bill from my purse, ran to the vending, and bought a BROWNIE. Oh yes, nothing like pre-packaged, God knows how old, faux brownie goodness to set things to the right. *eyepoke*
As I was opening up my brownie, I logged on so I could whine and moan *while* eating the faux brownie....and there they were....comments on my Plus Size Bloggers Challenge post....from people I've never spoken to. Strangers who came by to give encouragement and say hello. People who have no stake whatsoever in how I do or what I eat. People who read Jack Sh*t and Mrs. Fatass and RNTG and KNOW what GOOD BLOGGING looks like.
And yet, they took time for me.
I'm a little wibbly about it, to be quite honest.
So that brownie? Chucked into the trash. I polished my apple and grabbed a wedge of Laughing Cow Light Swiss and was good to go. Still am.
Thank you. You lifted me today. And THAT is a pretty considerable feat, lemme tell ya. You might want to take a rest now.
So, this morning I had my regular breakfast which always works for me. And I don't get hungry until my morning snack, around 10, which is an apple, and then I'm good until lunch. But this morning I was hungrier than a homeless hounddog. So I grabbed a dollar bill from my purse, ran to the vending, and bought a BROWNIE. Oh yes, nothing like pre-packaged, God knows how old, faux brownie goodness to set things to the right. *eyepoke*
As I was opening up my brownie, I logged on so I could whine and moan *while* eating the faux brownie....and there they were....comments on my Plus Size Bloggers Challenge post....from people I've never spoken to. Strangers who came by to give encouragement and say hello. People who have no stake whatsoever in how I do or what I eat. People who read Jack Sh*t and Mrs. Fatass and RNTG and KNOW what GOOD BLOGGING looks like.
And yet, they took time for me.
I'm a little wibbly about it, to be quite honest.
So that brownie? Chucked into the trash. I polished my apple and grabbed a wedge of Laughing Cow Light Swiss and was good to go. Still am.
Thank you. You lifted me today. And THAT is a pretty considerable feat, lemme tell ya. You might want to take a rest now.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Plus Size Bloggers Weigh In - October 11
Weight - 347.8 pounds
Let's hear it for a big poo!!!!
My goals for this week are to write everything down. Everything. Every nibble.
Let's hear it for a big poo!!!!
My goals for this week are to write everything down. Everything. Every nibble.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Plus Size Bloggers Weigh In: October 4
Weight: 348.8
Chest: 58 inches
Neck: 16 3/4 inches
Waist: 56 inches
Blarg.
I'm only going to check my measurements on the first of the month for this challenge.
Chest: 58 inches
Neck: 16 3/4 inches
Waist: 56 inches
Blarg.
I'm only going to check my measurements on the first of the month for this challenge.
I Officially Call A DO OVER On this Week
There are *so* many craptastic things that have marked this week that I hardly know where to begin. The one that is heaviest (haha pun haha) on my heart right now is the fact that Mr. Scale (that bastard) says that I have gained TWELVE FRIGGIN POUNDS since last week.
12. Ladies and Gentlemen, that is TEN PLUS TWO. SIX PLUS SIX. I mean, How the HELL did that happen? That's almost 7,200 calories A DAY OVER what I expended. I am a bit boggled. Part of me wants to utterly chuck my hands in the air and say screw it. But fear not, the other part of me is giving myself a rather harsh spanking and not in the good way. I know that there are things that could *add* to that number...Water Weight....Maybe I need to Poo. Maybe there are Tiny Green Men hiding in my panties. Very small rocks. Wev. Regardless, I've not done a good job of caring for my body this week and that disappoints me with myself. That's code, by the way, for "generally pisses me off". So we move on to the next week, right? We hit it again. I hit it myself. I write down the food. I find ways to move my body, even in increments. I stop whining about it and do something.
Second craptastic thing: Yeast infection. I won't give details on that, but I WILL say that I am all in a dither about where to scratch because there is not only the yeast infection but there is also POISON FREAKING IVY!!!!
Seriously. Just give me a pill and let me sleep for a week until this crap goes away.
I've been reading over at ReResults Not Typical Girl about the Plus Size Bloggers October Challenge I should do this? Y/Y?
Who want's to come join me?
Here's to a more healty, less itchy/scratchy week.
12. Ladies and Gentlemen, that is TEN PLUS TWO. SIX PLUS SIX. I mean, How the HELL did that happen? That's almost 7,200 calories A DAY OVER what I expended. I am a bit boggled. Part of me wants to utterly chuck my hands in the air and say screw it. But fear not, the other part of me is giving myself a rather harsh spanking and not in the good way. I know that there are things that could *add* to that number...Water Weight....Maybe I need to Poo. Maybe there are Tiny Green Men hiding in my panties. Very small rocks. Wev. Regardless, I've not done a good job of caring for my body this week and that disappoints me with myself. That's code, by the way, for "generally pisses me off". So we move on to the next week, right? We hit it again. I hit it myself. I write down the food. I find ways to move my body, even in increments. I stop whining about it and do something.
Second craptastic thing: Yeast infection. I won't give details on that, but I WILL say that I am all in a dither about where to scratch because there is not only the yeast infection but there is also POISON FREAKING IVY!!!!
Seriously. Just give me a pill and let me sleep for a week until this crap goes away.
I've been reading over at ReResults Not Typical Girl about the Plus Size Bloggers October Challenge I should do this? Y/Y?
Who want's to come join me?
Here's to a more healty, less itchy/scratchy week.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Yes, I *Did* Think I Could Just Breeze Right On By the Sunday Weigh In
Bleh. I gained a pound last week, so now instead of 100 in 50, I've got to do 101 in 49. LOL. Hay...I love upping the odds for myself. Double bleh.
So, this week, I:
1. got lost in the woods
2. battled through some serious jealousy and resentment of my sister
3. got a raise at work
4. contemplated moving to West Virginia (still on the table, by the way)
5. got a rash where there should never be a rash
6. discovered my kid's brighter than I originally thought
7. confirmed my dislike of soccer because of the insurmountable 1 to Nothing Lead
All in all, a rather thrilling week.
Look, I just report the news, you know?
In reality, my heart has been heavy over the needless deaths of kids who were bullied because they were gay. It seems like everyone everywhere is waging a campaign...Wear Purple on the 20th... It's all well and good, but it doesn't change the fact that there are some shitty people out there who will continue to be shitty. I don't know what the answer is.
I want to raise a kid who *doesn't* hurt other people.
I want to raise a kid who doesn't call the fat girl in his class "Big Mama".
I want to raise a kid who doesn't use words that shame and marginalize others just because they are different.
I want to raise a kid who stands up for others.
I want to raise a kid who is strong in himself, so that if he is the victim of such bullying, it doesn't change what he knows about *him*.
It scares the crap out of me, you know?..this whole "Mama" thing. Losing 100 pounds is NOTHING compared to THAT.
So, this week, I:
1. got lost in the woods
2. battled through some serious jealousy and resentment of my sister
3. got a raise at work
4. contemplated moving to West Virginia (still on the table, by the way)
5. got a rash where there should never be a rash
6. discovered my kid's brighter than I originally thought
7. confirmed my dislike of soccer because of the insurmountable 1 to Nothing Lead
All in all, a rather thrilling week.
Look, I just report the news, you know?
In reality, my heart has been heavy over the needless deaths of kids who were bullied because they were gay. It seems like everyone everywhere is waging a campaign...Wear Purple on the 20th... It's all well and good, but it doesn't change the fact that there are some shitty people out there who will continue to be shitty. I don't know what the answer is.
I want to raise a kid who *doesn't* hurt other people.
I want to raise a kid who doesn't call the fat girl in his class "Big Mama".
I want to raise a kid who doesn't use words that shame and marginalize others just because they are different.
I want to raise a kid who stands up for others.
I want to raise a kid who is strong in himself, so that if he is the victim of such bullying, it doesn't change what he knows about *him*.
It scares the crap out of me, you know?..this whole "Mama" thing. Losing 100 pounds is NOTHING compared to THAT.
Monday, September 27, 2010
My Deep Thoughts 4 U - What's Your Rush?
No, really. What are you in a hurry for? In the weight loss game, it seems that folks are all about the quick fix. (You know this…you know all of this…read it anyway.) Even in Weight Watchers, or when people are just “changing their habits”, there is an almost constant refrain of “I just lost a tenth of a pound this week” or “I’ve only lost 5 pounds in the last month” or “I’ve been working out for a year, but I’ve only lost 12 pounds” or “I stayed the same..didn’t lose ANYTHING” or, after losing for 4 consecutive weeks, “OH NOES, I GAINED A HALF A POUND!!!”
We need a new perspective on this process. We need to stop just talking about the concept that the most important thing is to “live healthy” and start really believing it.
If your idea of success in weight loss is to lose 5 pounds a week until it’s all gone, then you are *not* going to be a success. I know, I know…this is pretty easy for me to say coming on the heels of a 6.8 pound loss. But the reality is, I have a great deal to lose, so in the beginning it *is* going to go faster than someone with, say, 50 pounds to lose. And if you want to bitch about the unfairness of that, then here…you take my 336 pound ass and I’ll take your 200 and you can lose fast and I’ll lose slow and we’ll call it even.
It’s important to know what brought you to where you are. It’s important to recognize it…to look at all sides of it…to really get it in your head that the extra weight you carry is about more than just the fact that you sat at the table and ate more than you should. Calories in > Calories out may be the truth at the end of the day as far as the physics of your body, but unless you’ve got the right equation in your head, it’ll never work.
You’ve got to love yourself where you are. You’ve got to accept the you that you are *right* *now*. If you can’t accept that person, then you will forever find flaws with anyone else you become. You can hit your goal weight, but your thighs or your ass or your boobs won’t look like you thought they would. Or you’ll have the under the arm bat wings. Or your hair will have thinned some. And you will look at that you and you’ll *hate* it and go right back to your comfort food of mac and cheese or Wendy’s singles or McDonald’s fries.
I know that most of you will scoff at this, but find a way to enjoy your journey. Find a way to appreciate the wisdom of the things you learn along the way. Savor the anticipation of the next 5 pounds lost. Open your eyes to each little new thing your body can accomplish as it gets leaner and healthier.
Don’t wait until you are *there* to start living your life…to start appreciating who you are. Life is happening NOW. Grab it. Don’t live perpetually in the desire to be somewhere else.
We need a new perspective on this process. We need to stop just talking about the concept that the most important thing is to “live healthy” and start really believing it.
If your idea of success in weight loss is to lose 5 pounds a week until it’s all gone, then you are *not* going to be a success. I know, I know…this is pretty easy for me to say coming on the heels of a 6.8 pound loss. But the reality is, I have a great deal to lose, so in the beginning it *is* going to go faster than someone with, say, 50 pounds to lose. And if you want to bitch about the unfairness of that, then here…you take my 336 pound ass and I’ll take your 200 and you can lose fast and I’ll lose slow and we’ll call it even.
It’s important to know what brought you to where you are. It’s important to recognize it…to look at all sides of it…to really get it in your head that the extra weight you carry is about more than just the fact that you sat at the table and ate more than you should. Calories in > Calories out may be the truth at the end of the day as far as the physics of your body, but unless you’ve got the right equation in your head, it’ll never work.
You’ve got to love yourself where you are. You’ve got to accept the you that you are *right* *now*. If you can’t accept that person, then you will forever find flaws with anyone else you become. You can hit your goal weight, but your thighs or your ass or your boobs won’t look like you thought they would. Or you’ll have the under the arm bat wings. Or your hair will have thinned some. And you will look at that you and you’ll *hate* it and go right back to your comfort food of mac and cheese or Wendy’s singles or McDonald’s fries.
I know that most of you will scoff at this, but find a way to enjoy your journey. Find a way to appreciate the wisdom of the things you learn along the way. Savor the anticipation of the next 5 pounds lost. Open your eyes to each little new thing your body can accomplish as it gets leaner and healthier.
Don’t wait until you are *there* to start living your life…to start appreciating who you are. Life is happening NOW. Grab it. Don’t live perpetually in the desire to be somewhere else.
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