Today's Weight: 252.4
Spanx Size: E
End of Phase 1: 9 days
Maybe the raise in my weight from yesterday was a sign; a bad omen from the digital world of scales: Today is going to suck. That's a bit melodramatic. It didn't suck all the way around. I watched 500 Days of Summer, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I had some really yummy veggies at dinner. I got a couple loads of laundry done and almost all of the dishes are clean. So, yea for productivity.
But I was supposed to help someone with something tomorrow night. I was really looking forward to it and was really excited about it. I was supposed to help last weekend, but got sick. I told them I was off tomorrow night from work, so they told me to plan on helping and they would email me the plan. I never got the plan. So I called today and they didn't remember last week's conversation and said they'd use me again in a couple of weeks. For some reason, this really upset me. I mean, my attitude went from really chipper to really bummed.
And my weight went up. So that sucks. Granted it wasn't by a huge amount, but, all the same. I'd like for it to just stay down, please. I have realized there is no reason for me to pay for my SBD website subscription when I have all of the info in my books at home. I tried to cancel my subscription tonight since my free trial ends Sunday and I get charged for the next 13 weeks Monday. Apparently, the SBD web people are only in office Monday - Friday 9 a.m. - 8 p.m. EST, so they had left when I started trying to cancel my membership. The best part, they won't be back until after my bank account has been charged. Freaking fantastic.
And I got my library work schedule and it conflicts with my class schedule so I have to get that all figured out (which really only sucks because I hate having to make my supervisor do any more work on the schedule; I adore her and the library and hate to complicate things there). Then I got my volunteer schedule for MLK Day and it conflicts with work and class so that sucks. And my phone won't charge and turn on, so people think I am just being rude and inconsiderate and that's not the case at all. And now I am just in this funk. And I dislike it.
For the diet portion of my day, though, everything went lovely. I ate only what I was supposed to eat. Drank eight glasses of water and a can of V8 today. I was more active around the house today, but I still didn't exercise. I'll work on improving that tomorrow, though. My new open schedule will allow for it. **hmph.**
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Friday, January 8, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Long December... Uh, January
Today's Starting Weight: 251.8
Spanx Size: E
End of Phase 1: 10 days
It's so cold! Four degrees? Really. I am freezing. And what do I love when it is this cold? Hot chocolate with marshmallows. What can I not have? Hot chocolate with marshmallows. Suck.
Another problem I have with the cold is the limitations it has placed on me in regards to activity. I do not want to take my kids out in this crap. The roads aren't bad, but it's just cold enough that our crappy car would probably break down somewhere. I refuse to take that chance with my kids. I mean, right now it is 4 degrees with a windchill of -15! What the heck??? That means we have spent a lot of time this week snuggling under blankets, watching movies. Great moments with the kids; however, diet fall backs.
I have not been active. I have not been exercising. Mostly, I've been laying around under massive blankets trying to get warm. So I kinda feel like I am only doing half of my diet. I'm eating all the right things, just not doing anything to work off those good calories. Good calories can be bad if they're not used properly.
And I also realized I am not drinking enough water. Before bed last night I realized I was really thirsty. Thinking back over my day, I counted only two glasses of water and a 6 oz. can of V8. So I need to increase my water intake. Today I managed a glass of low-fat milk and three glasses of water. That's a little bit better, but not anywhere near what I should be drinking per day.
Today's diet meltdown was over Velveeta shells & cheese. I made some for the kids and I thought I was totally going to cave. When I started squeezing the cheese into the pan, some of it landed on my finger. I stood there, staring at it like I was a model trying to walk away from a free line of coke. Finally, I ran, literally, to the sink and washed my hands.
The problem with this diet is not that it is making me eat crap I don't like. It's simply walking away from the things I do. Like blueberries and raspberries in the produce aisle at Dillon's yesterday. OMG they looked so good. Blueberries and raspberries are possibly my favorite foods in the entire food world, which makes it difficult to abstain from them when they are at their prettiest right now.
An unexpected bonus, though, **TMI disclaimer** has been the extra boost in my sex drive. It's been pretty low for some time, well, since around the same time I started gaining the weight. Not that the act of has happened more than usual, just that I am a little bit more interested in it than ten pounds ago. I don't even know if Matt has noticed, but I have. And I guess right now that is all that matters.
Pressing forward to tomorrow...
Spanx Size: E
End of Phase 1: 10 days
It's so cold! Four degrees? Really. I am freezing. And what do I love when it is this cold? Hot chocolate with marshmallows. What can I not have? Hot chocolate with marshmallows. Suck.
Another problem I have with the cold is the limitations it has placed on me in regards to activity. I do not want to take my kids out in this crap. The roads aren't bad, but it's just cold enough that our crappy car would probably break down somewhere. I refuse to take that chance with my kids. I mean, right now it is 4 degrees with a windchill of -15! What the heck??? That means we have spent a lot of time this week snuggling under blankets, watching movies. Great moments with the kids; however, diet fall backs.
I have not been active. I have not been exercising. Mostly, I've been laying around under massive blankets trying to get warm. So I kinda feel like I am only doing half of my diet. I'm eating all the right things, just not doing anything to work off those good calories. Good calories can be bad if they're not used properly.
And I also realized I am not drinking enough water. Before bed last night I realized I was really thirsty. Thinking back over my day, I counted only two glasses of water and a 6 oz. can of V8. So I need to increase my water intake. Today I managed a glass of low-fat milk and three glasses of water. That's a little bit better, but not anywhere near what I should be drinking per day.
Today's diet meltdown was over Velveeta shells & cheese. I made some for the kids and I thought I was totally going to cave. When I started squeezing the cheese into the pan, some of it landed on my finger. I stood there, staring at it like I was a model trying to walk away from a free line of coke. Finally, I ran, literally, to the sink and washed my hands.
The problem with this diet is not that it is making me eat crap I don't like. It's simply walking away from the things I do. Like blueberries and raspberries in the produce aisle at Dillon's yesterday. OMG they looked so good. Blueberries and raspberries are possibly my favorite foods in the entire food world, which makes it difficult to abstain from them when they are at their prettiest right now.
An unexpected bonus, though, **TMI disclaimer** has been the extra boost in my sex drive. It's been pretty low for some time, well, since around the same time I started gaining the weight. Not that the act of has happened more than usual, just that I am a little bit more interested in it than ten pounds ago. I don't even know if Matt has noticed, but I have. And I guess right now that is all that matters.
Pressing forward to tomorrow...
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Not Possible!
Today's Starting Weight: 255.4 or 257.2... Either way, seems very debatable.
Spanx Size: E
Days Left of Phase 1: 12
Last night I went to bed with a mighty plan in mind: I would wake at 7, eat breakfast, fix snack 1 & lunch, hop in the shower, get ready, & go to work where I would consume said snack and lunch. The mighty plan would allow me three hours to do everything I needed to do and get to work. I was very excited about this plan. As I began falling asleep, a brilliant fiction plot tingling at the edges of my mind, I thought to myself, I'm so lucky to have a husband that wakes me every morning. And then I fell into a deep sleep.
You can see where this is going, I am sure.
Cut to 8:45 this morning, just an hour and fifteen minutes until I have to be at work when I woke from said sleep, my wonderful husband sleeping in for the first time in... maybe ever. I didn't just wake. My eyes peeled open like the skin of a banana, the sunlight gazed my cornea, and I felt a warm body next to me. I made a bit of a commotion then, jumping up and climbing, an act better described as scrambling, over my still sleeping husband. I ran into the hallway and realized my kids were still asleep. At least, they had been before my outburst. Matt made my breakfast, I made the snack and lunch, got clean and dressed and headed out the door six minutes before I had to be at the store.
Yes, it is true I live very close to my work. No, it is not true that I can make it there in six minutes without breaking a few laws. So, laws were broken while I shoveled scrambled Southwestern Egg-Whites into my mouth. I arrived without breaking anything or anyone, save a few speeding restrictions. At work, I tried to eat my snack, but the cilantro mayo was too much for my feeble taste buds. I ended up eating my salad when I got home.
These trivial moments are not really important, though. Before I stepped into the shower, I stepped onto the scale. Now, please remember, Dear Readers, that just yesterday the same scale scowled at me from under the weight of 261.2 pounds. This morning, standing in my pajamas - same pajamas I took the previous shameful weight in - the scale read 255.4 pounds. Now, I am a realist. And a pessimist. There is no way in... well, in all of the scalding flames of hell that I lost almost 6 pounds in one day. There just isn't. So, I got cleaned, dressed, and stood on the scale again.
I stood very still, watching the lines blink in the reflection of the bathroom tile while the scale computed. I am always so afraid to move when I check my weight; what if a simple movement, such as looking down, causes the scale to read incorrectly? When I check my weight, I stand on the scale, my head straight, my eyes peering down like those movie librarians peering over their glasses, waiting to see a jumbled reflection of numbers, rather than lines. Once I see the numbers, I finally allow myself to move.
So the numbers arrived. I glanced down to read... and the scale read... 257.2. Clearly there was an error. So, I weighed myself three more times. Each time, the numbers read 257.2. What??? Even after seeing the numbers, my mind refused to accept it. I told the scale, "We'll just see tomorrow," like I was threatening it with punishment, or something.
So here is my new rule. Every morning, I will perform my weigh-ins in nothing but my skivvies. This will help to rule out any unintentional mis-weighs. I think that is only right.
But, just in case you are like me and every other child that ever peeled the wrapping paper back trying to get a glimpse at the present underneath (Come on - I know you did it, too.), let me leave you with this unbelievable truth. Tonight, after dinner, I went to the bathroom. I stepped on the scale, fully clothed. It read 261.2. I checked it many times. I stripped to my skivvies, stepped on the scale, and it read 257.0. I called Matt in, made him stand on the scale. Then I made him stand on the scale holding my pile of clothes. What did we find? A 4.2 pound difference. Lesson? Weigh without your clothes, Ladies. The truth is much more pleasant than the lie.
Spanx Size: E
Days Left of Phase 1: 12
Last night I went to bed with a mighty plan in mind: I would wake at 7, eat breakfast, fix snack 1 & lunch, hop in the shower, get ready, & go to work where I would consume said snack and lunch. The mighty plan would allow me three hours to do everything I needed to do and get to work. I was very excited about this plan. As I began falling asleep, a brilliant fiction plot tingling at the edges of my mind, I thought to myself, I'm so lucky to have a husband that wakes me every morning. And then I fell into a deep sleep.
You can see where this is going, I am sure.
Cut to 8:45 this morning, just an hour and fifteen minutes until I have to be at work when I woke from said sleep, my wonderful husband sleeping in for the first time in... maybe ever. I didn't just wake. My eyes peeled open like the skin of a banana, the sunlight gazed my cornea, and I felt a warm body next to me. I made a bit of a commotion then, jumping up and climbing, an act better described as scrambling, over my still sleeping husband. I ran into the hallway and realized my kids were still asleep. At least, they had been before my outburst. Matt made my breakfast, I made the snack and lunch, got clean and dressed and headed out the door six minutes before I had to be at the store.
Yes, it is true I live very close to my work. No, it is not true that I can make it there in six minutes without breaking a few laws. So, laws were broken while I shoveled scrambled Southwestern Egg-Whites into my mouth. I arrived without breaking anything or anyone, save a few speeding restrictions. At work, I tried to eat my snack, but the cilantro mayo was too much for my feeble taste buds. I ended up eating my salad when I got home.
These trivial moments are not really important, though. Before I stepped into the shower, I stepped onto the scale. Now, please remember, Dear Readers, that just yesterday the same scale scowled at me from under the weight of 261.2 pounds. This morning, standing in my pajamas - same pajamas I took the previous shameful weight in - the scale read 255.4 pounds. Now, I am a realist. And a pessimist. There is no way in... well, in all of the scalding flames of hell that I lost almost 6 pounds in one day. There just isn't. So, I got cleaned, dressed, and stood on the scale again.
I stood very still, watching the lines blink in the reflection of the bathroom tile while the scale computed. I am always so afraid to move when I check my weight; what if a simple movement, such as looking down, causes the scale to read incorrectly? When I check my weight, I stand on the scale, my head straight, my eyes peering down like those movie librarians peering over their glasses, waiting to see a jumbled reflection of numbers, rather than lines. Once I see the numbers, I finally allow myself to move.
So the numbers arrived. I glanced down to read... and the scale read... 257.2. Clearly there was an error. So, I weighed myself three more times. Each time, the numbers read 257.2. What??? Even after seeing the numbers, my mind refused to accept it. I told the scale, "We'll just see tomorrow," like I was threatening it with punishment, or something.
So here is my new rule. Every morning, I will perform my weigh-ins in nothing but my skivvies. This will help to rule out any unintentional mis-weighs. I think that is only right.
But, just in case you are like me and every other child that ever peeled the wrapping paper back trying to get a glimpse at the present underneath (Come on - I know you did it, too.), let me leave you with this unbelievable truth. Tonight, after dinner, I went to the bathroom. I stepped on the scale, fully clothed. It read 261.2. I checked it many times. I stripped to my skivvies, stepped on the scale, and it read 257.0. I called Matt in, made him stand on the scale. Then I made him stand on the scale holding my pile of clothes. What did we find? A 4.2 pound difference. Lesson? Weigh without your clothes, Ladies. The truth is much more pleasant than the lie.
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