Stupid scale.

I'm not weighing in for a few weeks.

Back on the calorie counting bandwagon!

So after eating 4 pieces of cake last night and hating myself for it and working out for 2.25 hours already today jogging, weight lifting, and cycling (note, it is not even 3:00PM)to make up for my.......CRAP, I have decided once again to start counting calories. It's the accountability factor. You would not believe what you do not eat just because you don't want to have to write it down and actually be accountable for it.

It is somewhat time consuming (in the beginning) as you try to figure out what is what but worth it in the end. It helped me drop the three pounds I was trying to loose last fall......PLUS another four.....AND keep it off for a good 6 months. It's not that I ever stopped counting the calories in my head (1/3 cup oatmeal 100 cal, 1 1/2 TBSP brown sugar 75 cal, 1/2 cup milk 45 cal) but it seemed that when it was time to add in the sweets and treats (3 jolly ranchers 70 cal) my mind would go blank and I would loose track of JUST HOW MUCH I was actually eating. NOT GOOD. It is VERY easy for me to consume over 1000 cal of sweets/treats in one sitting....let alone one day. So...thus explaining the weight gain.

I do like counting calories. It helps me keep track, day-to-day, what I am actually taking in. Every once and a while Rob and I will go out to eat and I will just call it a complete bust. Either I go home and don't record it or just add 1000 cal to the day and move on. Once a month, or even week (have you heard of "free days") a night like that is NOT going to affect my body. I know that....it's just that when it is happening EVERY day, or at least EVERY OTHER....NOT GOOD.

Here's hoping it works.

Current weight: 151.4 LBS (this morning)
Old Goal weight: 150 LBS
New Goal weight: 146 LBS (It really does feel good to feel fit and thin)

This time when I actually get down to 146 I WILL buy a few pairs of pants (instead of waiting to gain it back and having my pants fall off me for 6 months). Size 8 here I come!

I have sexy arms

Yes, it's true. I've hated and hated and hated my arms all the while I've been fat. And while they're still not exactly how I want them to look, I can definetly tell that all those weights I've been lifting are making a huge difference. I no longer have 'the second wave' going on in my underarm area when I'm waving to someone. And I don't have Oprah arms* coming out of my sleeves. And I have actual shoulders instead of bunny slopes decending from my neck.
And my delts look good, and even my forearms, wrists and hands.

Andandand........I could go on and on but you probably think I'm narcisistic at this point anyway so I'll stop. It just feels so good to actually LIKE a part of my body.

*Question: How on Earth did Oprah manage to lose so much weight and still retain her fat arms? I don't get it.

Wednesday Weigh In

I did it! I finally lost those last 2 lbs to bring me to 30 lbs actually lost. So I'm weighing in at 175 lbs even. Ryan even reset the scale for me so I know it's accurate. Let's hear it for double workouts an kinda watching what you eat! Give me a Woot Woot! (woot woot!).

This does wonders for my self-esteem. I've made it to the halfway point, FINALLY. Just 30 more lbs to go!

Sucking in does NOT make a difference on the scale.

Why is it that every time I step on a scale I suck my gut in as far as I can? Like it will make a difference or something. Yeah, it baffles me also but, I'm sure I'm not alone.

So.......why is it that I now step on the scale and find myself back to the weight I was last summer when I had a total freak-out thinking my life was ending and I was on my way to obesity?

Could it be:
* food medication
*2 vacations in the last month (aka eat whatever, whenever....you are on vacation)
*lots of eating out
*not so great workout schedule (you would think my workout schedule was awesome because I am an aerobics instruction but......it's not. Especially when you take two back to back vacations and don't lift weights for 2 weeks)
*did I mention medicating my life's sorrows with food?

I totally feel poopy. I'm only 2 lbs above my "all-time goal weight" (don't judge too harshly.........please keep in mind that I have been 4 lbs under my goal weight for a good 8 months now) but I feel totally out of control. I hate that. If I were this weight and were so "responsibly" I would be totally fine. But, gaining weight because I am eating myself to death.....I am not cool with that. I work too hard to be gaining weight.

I don't expect comment.....in fact, don't really want it........I'm just venting since my paper journal is somewhere unknown.

My mantra: this is the new fat.

I've been working out like crazy since my last post and wanted a full week of it in before I weighed in. In hindsight, I should've weighed myself at the start to see what I'd gained first.

177 lbs-ish. (since the scale is not supremely accurate)

This I must admit is fairly disappointing since I don't know if I acutally lost anything, yet seem to have gained 2 lbs from the last time I really weighed myself. AND I've been working out everyday, sometimes twice a day (up to 3 hrs).

Of course the fact the I'm due to start my period this week and the resultant craving for cookies last week (and really, come on, the fact that I gave in to said craving and ate 2 packages of Keebler cookies practically by myself) didn't help.

So anyway, I'm now feeling less like eating cookies and more like losing weight.

I had a weigh in

I don't know how interested you all are in my weight gain (since I'm currently not losing...) But I am trying to keep my gain to the minimum and still be healthy for me and the babe. I figured I'd weigh in after going to the doctor last week. I didn't like the number on the scale. But here' how it was skewed:

Since I knew I was going to the doctor, I didn't use the potty before leaving the house. Then, I had to do the glucose test so I checked in at the lab and drank my 4 gallons of supersweetnotquiteorangesoda drink. Then I went upstairs for my doctor appointment. Needless to say, when the nurse asked me to step on the scale, it was all I could do to move to the scale without, uh, having an accident. I weighed in at 148lbs.

The next day, I weighed in at the gym after using the bathroom, not wearing my shoes and not having drank the afore mentioned delicacy. 144 lbs. Somehow I lost 4 lbs overnight! It's a miracle!

The official weight I'll be going with is 144. I think it is much more accurate.

So just knock that snack cake out of my hands

I have lost 30 lbs in 3 months and have kept it off for an additional 3 months. I felt really good when I hit that point, smaller jeans, what's not to love? But lately, I hate my body again. Not in the sataniswinning kind of way, just in the itcouldbebetter kind of way. Which is probably good, because if I continue to stay happy with it where's the motivation to lose more?

I don't know if I'm making any sense to anyone but me....

At any rate, I've decided that if I did it once, then I can do it again: 30 lbs, 3 months. That gives me until the end of June, I may even fudge and give myself to the end of July, when we move to Montana. So I'm counting on all y'all to keep me motivated. Let those cowpokes meet the skinny version of Val.

Please?

Swimsuit Woes

*WARNING: May contain TMI*
I got a new swimsuit yesterday. I decided I want to start doing water aerobics at the gym. Also, we just moved into a complex with a swimming pool and D is THRILLED which means we will be doing a fair amount of swimming. If it ever warms up that is. Oh, and we're going to San Diego in a month. Anyway, I decided to get a swimsuit.
After hemming and hawing and shopping online and in stores, I bought one from Motherhood.com that I really like. Okay, I mostly like. I am not a 'bikini bottom' kind of girl. I prefer the shorts look but couldn't find one I liked.
So today I hopped in the shower to, er, get ready to wear a swimsuit. Let me tell you, there are some things that are difficult when you are pregnant and some things that are impossible. Painting your toenails is difficult. Shaving your legs is difficult. Shaving your, uh, 'bikini line'...IMPOSSIBLE. I gave it a valiant effort before coming to the conclusion that I will be purchasing shorts to wear over the bottom of my suit.