Weigh In

I never went to Rite Aid so I hadn't posted anything. I had foot surgery today and they had to weigh me first. Not the same scale so I don't know how accurate it is but they said it's 286. Woo hoo!! I'm going to choose to believe it since it's the hospital scale and they have to be somewhat accurate, right?

Okay. For those of you keeping track (which is mainly me), that means I have lost 47 pounds all told. No wonder my bras don't fit!

I'm turning in my application for the Y tomorrow (the lady takes Tues. & Wed. off). We make pathetically little so we should be a shoo-in.

Then I'll work out.

What a cop-out to not working out now. Yeah, I know.

Not Good, But Not Craaap

200 - no change. I guess that's good since all I did last week was eat craaap and then kick myself on Sunday when none of my dress clothes fit.

After talking last night to Ryan about which gym to join (b/c the Y is definetly NOT free), and a regular time for me to go, we made a decision: We're applying to the Y for the scholarship program, I'll go work out in the morning's before he has to leave for school, and if it requires him kicking me out of bed he'll do it. This is good; this is a plan, and having previous experience with a gym I know that I can do it and that I'll enjoy it. I can hardly wait for him to bring the application home tonight. Probably better to spend that 30 bucks a month on a gym membership (and GOING to the gym) than a pig-out fest for girls night anyway.

What's YOUR plan?

I have decided

I am not going to care what the scale says this week. I have not weighed myself since the craaaappy weight I got early this week. I felt like a huge (pun intended!) failure since it said I was back up. Maybe it was water weight, either the gain or the loss, but whatever it was, I got all icky about it. All week I felt like I sucked the big one. Then I decided to put on a shirt I haven't worn in awhile. All my tank tops I have been wearing this summer have gotten baggier and baggier but I ignored it. I have bras that I have had since I stopped nursing Alex (and newer ones!!!) that do not fit anymore. No matter how tight I do them up they don't do anything for 'the girls'.

So if my bras are too big and my shirts I haven't worn in a long time are fitting better, I must be down SOMETHING, right? I have to belive I am making progress. Otherwise I will be eating my way to comfort. Not cool.

Okay, so to recap, we weigh in tomorrow and I am forgiving myself for only having potentially lost 33 pounds instead of 39. Maybe. We'll see what the scale says.

Weigh in!

Soooo Insightful

Amazingly enough, if I do something with my hands I don't stuff my face.

That is all.

Do I Need More Melatonin?

Today I played races with the kids outside. It was a good 10 minutes of starts and stops sprinting. There's my exercise. Of course, I ate like a 1/4 of a bag of Chips A'hoy. But at least I did the running around, right?

I find when I'm happy I'm more willing to do that kind of thing, (the running/playing with the kids outside, not the Chips A'hoy). Does that mean I need to be using my happy light on top of my happy pill on top of the sunshine outside?

Guess it couldn't hurt. Maybe I'll become so happy I'll be made fun of on Seriously So Blessed.

Role Reversal

I had two hot dogs, chips, and watermelon for dinner. Ryan had a salad. What's wrong with this picture?

Craaap

I had to pick up a prescription today. I get my pills at Rite Aid. Guess what I did while I was there? That's right, I weighed myself.

Craaaap.

I'm not telling what it said in numbers, it's enough to say it was "craaaap".

Aiden says I shouldn't have done it because it is not a weigh in day. Maybe he's right. But I was obsessing about it last night (and really for the last month or so) to the point where I kept him up until midnight talking about all the crazy mental issues I have surrounding weight. Luckily he loves me so he didn't punch me out so he could sleep or anything.

But there here I go today being all dumb and stuff.

I hate fat. I want to try thin.

I should start actually working out. I should go to the Rec Center. I should make Shaila honor her offer to walk with me. I should get over my embarassment but I don't know if I can ask for help like that.

And I have to go back to the foot doctor because my stupid screwed up toe (that same toe I had surgery from and EVERYTHING else wrong in this world) (I keep accidentally typing "TOW" which is funny because I feel like I'm towing it around.... ha!) got a blister that turns out to be full of puss and now I get to figure that out again this week.

Fun. I'm fatter again and I have a dumb toe again. whoo hoo.

Weekday/Weekend

I once had someone tell me that if you eat good and exercise well 5 days of the week - let's say M-F, then you can eat whatever you want on the weekend. What do you think?

I'm totally for it because Saturday was girl's night and I had a cheeseburger, fries, 2 cokes, and almost an entire piece of mud pie that I shoved down my gullet. Seriously so amazing that I didn't puke. PLUS I didn't do any exercise at all.

So.

I guess I'm back on track starting tomorrow. Also, I'm looking into a membership at the YMCA - apparently they have a scholarship program for lower-income families (or non-existent income in our case). You know, the whole broad-cross-section-of-humanity thing. That would totally ROCK!

GRrrrrr

I keep wanting to call Mom and tell her I have lost more weight. But I tried once and no one answered so I took that as a sign(?) and decided to let her find out when she sees me. Then I'll know if it's actually noticable. Unless you tell her, which is fine, but I am not telling her.

See, I don't see any difference. Aiden says he does. So I went shopping with my friend yesterday and while I was gone a bunch of other families around the complex came out to ride bikes with Aiden and the kids. Apparently Matt and Shaila said they had noticed that I had lost weight and Shaila (who walks every morning and is fit and speedy) wants to walk with me in the evenings. But they didn't want to say anything in case they were wrong. Then Aiden told everyone else out there that I have lost 40 pounds.

When I got home from shopping everyone was all "Oh, Congratulaaaations on losing weight!"

Thanks, but I'd like to be commented to when you notice all by yourself, without Aiden telling everyone. I know he's proud of me, I know it was the best intentions. Is it weird that I am a little uncomfortable with EVERYONE knowing? What if I stop losing? What if I gain it back? What if I just fall apart on it? Ugh!

Officially unofficial

Alright, I went to Rite Aid and stood on the scale. I had NOT gone potty in a few hours so that can add weight (one time it was 4 pounds at Weight Watchers!) but I am putting my read out here so we can secretly know it's probably less but... whatever.

294 today. That means I have lost 39 pounds altogether since May.

Here's the potato sack part: That makes a little under EIGHT 5 pound bags of potatoes that I have lost. Go to Safeway and check that out. I am excited and a little braggy, mostly because I still don't know how I have made the scale say lower numbers AND I don't really see it myself although everyone else seems to see a difference.

Next week, more lower numbers for us both!!!!!!!

Weigh In

Okay, I weigh in at 200 lbs, which is, AMAZINGLY, down 2 lbs from last time. Probably because my Aunt FLO came to visit, and not at all due to anything I did, because I didn't DO anything.

But I did my pilates this morning.

YAAAAAAAAY!

We Weigh In Tomorrow, Okay?

Exercise Shmexercise

I have to get to Rite Aid so I can weigh myself. Then I'll truly know how good/bad I'm doing.

I only ate 2 meals yesterday, didn't overeat, kept to a LOT of water, got my exercise in the form of sitting in the sun and watching the kids ride bikes. Now that they are good at it, I get less exercise from it. But I was sweating all day long from the heat. Doesn't that count?

I did drink a couple Cokes but there was SO much water in between, I feel like it was kind of justified.

The word 'justified' probably shows how bad I'm doing.

Back on the Wagon

Today I didn't overeat and I managed to drink only 1 coke, and I got some exercise in the form of yardwork. Overall, not too bad. I did catch myself naked in the mirror after my shower and have suddenly found my resolve to get my stomach back into SOME kind of shape. Like flat. That would be nice.....So pilates, here I come!

Sunday Bloody Sunday

I took advantage of the kids being gone and slept in. Then I did nothing until it was time to get the kids. Then I ate "we're on the road" food. But not a lot which is good since I had absolutely zero exercise.

There's not anything about losing weight here but I feel like this is a confession of sorts and if I skip a day who knows what will happen? Avoiding the slippery slope.

Today

Today was a no exercise day. The kids are gone, I slept in, took a bath, watched tv, and went out to dinner. On the other hand, I didn't eat much. Maybe this balances out the lack of movement?

All I know is I probably won't move much tomorrow, either. Maybe. We're taking the kids to a park in Ellensburg before we head for home so their wiggles will be out.

Have fun tomorrow. I hear your man is coming home. yay!!!

*Sigh

We shall not discuss the food situation today. Because it did NOT go well. On the upside, I pulled all the weeds and cleaned the entire downstairs - including mopping (Gasp!) prepatory for Ryan coming home. Still - not balanced. Must. Try. Harder.

Exercise and creamy food... hmmm

I was concerned I wouldn't get any exercise in today. I was good with breakfast but then we went to Shari's for lunch (potato soup and potstickers... no pop!) so I was concerned when the kids didn't want to ride their bikes in the wind. And a little relieved.

Then things cooled off a little and we got a lot of bike riding in. Which means I got to do a lot of short jogs. Then I got a couple of longer jogs running to rescue Ashley trying to become Evil Knievel (you know what I mean) off the sidewalk/curb into the parking lot where I was having Annie practice. So there was my grand exercise.

Does it mean I am burning more calories if my tummy is getting actually hungry? Because I swear I am digesting my own stomach lining today. I waited 4 hours between breakfast and lunch and then 4 more until I was starving and ate a snack. To top it all off, I hurried and made dinner early so I'd stop growling. I don't know if I am eating healthy (ha!) with my potato soup at lunch and then biscuits and gravy for dinner. At least portions are in line. The kids and I ate the same amount.

Now I am off to eat my middle of the night Totino's pizza because I am digesting myself again.

I have to get back on the veggies and good stuff. No more cream! I might as well have had a blizzard.

Oh yeah, and I finally went to the gas station and got a pop tonight AND ate half a box of Milk Duds. I suck at this.

But I jogged. Kind of. Short bursts. -ish.

Two Hands

On the one hand, no Coke today, on the other hand, two cookies. Um, I make GIGANTIC cookies so really more like 4 or 5 or 6 little cookies...does it all just balance itself out? I didn't exercise, but on an unrelated note I did shower for the first time in 3 days. I'm feeling a little bit like "at least I'm keeping track of what I'm eating" - I'll work harder on the exercise part when Ryan's home. A cop-out, I know. But there you go.

So, are we weighing in once a week or what?

avoiding cookies? I can't, they're in ice cream.

Dairy Queen will be the death of me. A week ago Aiden and I were watching tv and here came the ad for Thin Mint Cookie Blizzards. The commercial ended and we both started making THOSE sounds. You know the sounds; you've made them before, just about something more appropriate. So that night we got one each. And we ate the whole thing. We NEVER finish a small and yet both of us ate our medium and wanted to lick the cup.

Yesterday we went to Boyer Park again. Lots of swimming exercise. I keep forgetting to mention that the parking lot is up a bit of a slope. So I count hauling the cooler, bags of towels, snack bags, my purse, three kids, and a 64 gallon tote with beach toys and life vests in it up and down the hill as extra exercise.

I also got to run along with bikes (we're trying to Alex and Annie completely done with bike training).

We came home and made cheeseburgers and corn on the cob. The rest of the day I had eaten a bowl of cereal, a Coke, a 6 inch sandwich from Safeway (NO MAYO!!), and a pretzel and cheese Handi-Snack thing. So I'm okay with the cheeseburger. Then the kids went to bed and DQ started calling my name from across town.

I'm weak, I went. It was good, I ate the whole thing. And it was not a small. They are the Blizzard of the Month so it's financially responsible to get the medium at the regular small price, right? So whatever exercise I had was blown to heck and back. But I think it may have been worth it. Then I had the "I can't believe I ate the WHOLE THING" guilt grip me and I informed Aiden there's no more DQ in our futures. We'll see how that goes.

In an effort to avoid the cookies calling my name from the kitchen I am blogging. Today was A DAY. You know what I'm talking about because you read it on the other blog. But, I have managed not to overeat. My bad has been the equivalent of 2 1/2 cokes instead of just one, and I had 1 s'more with the kids after dinner. I will not even offer up the excuse of my day - I should've opted for water instead of the 20 ouncer at the checkout at Walmart, and totally shouldn't've had the s'more. But still, portions under control, and no overeating of sweets. My exercise today consisted of wrestling a bike and running behind a bike. Holy crap, I'm out of shape...

Alright

I went to Boyer Park today and swam a lot. I am counting that as my exercise since I did not end up running with the older kids on their bikes today. (Running to get them going with no training wheels... by no means do I run along with the kids like on an actual exercise run RUN thing or anything. If I could do that, I don't know if I'd be here).

I count extra the fact that I had to help Aiden out of the middle of the river, pushed Ashley across AND carried her across (and back, of course), taught Annie to "swim" with her life jacket and had to pull her every few feet or so, AND I had to half push/pull, half carry Alex across and back, too.

All in all, I'm sure I'll be sore tomorrow but nowhere near what it was the other day.

Since Valerie was brave and honest and all that jazz, I will join the ranks and admit I weigh just under 300 pounds.

When you've recovered from that number, keep reading.

I'll wait.

I have already lost about 30 pounds since April. I was 334 at my heaviest and the last time I weighed myself (not today, I'll admit) on the scale I use at Rite Aid (I find it hilarious even if no one else sees it's humor value) I was at 295.

I just have to add something here so that the number up there is not the last thing this blog post says. Don't judge me, just love me back to a decent weight. =D

Weigh In

Okay, I'll go first. My Name is Valerie, and I'm FAT. I weigh in at 202 lbs (stop laughing) and my goal is to lose a good 52 lbs. My plan includes healthier eating, exercise, and posting here. Sad to say this will probably be the biggest motivator, because I don't want to have to post a higher number.

So now it's your turn. If you want to join in with me leave a comment with your email address and I'll send you an invitation to author with me. If not, check back regularly to keep me on track.

FYI: You don't have to post what you weigh if you don't want, but for me, I think it's going to keep me honest. Nothing like lying about your weight to the blogging public. ;)

Happy Losing!

Okay, so first off let me just say that it was a CHORE to even get this blog going. There are apparently A LOT of blogs out there dedicated to weight loss - as evidenced by the list of names I tried that were not available:

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and my personal favorite,

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So, this is my way of being accountable to you, the viewing public. Holly, I know is in, anybody else want to play? If you do, we'll add you as an author and we'll all post our exploits together. Whee!