Not quite, but I totally feel like I've lost some weight. I compared my pics from 188, 181 and 179 pounds and I am happy to report that my ass no longer starts in the middle of my back and my gut no longer completely overlaps my pants. :)
Weight:179 (still, gained two back and lost them this week, I slacked a bit since I was working so much)
Mood: pleased
Friday, July 30, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Dear scale
Dear scale,
How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.
I loathe thee to the numerical display and kilograms and pounds
My soul can reach, when feeling overweight
For the ends of BMI and ideal weight.
I loathe thee to the level of every day's
Most fattening meal, by sun and candle-light.
I loathe thee freely, as women strive for size 5,
I loathe thee purely, as they turn to low carbs and Trim Spa.
I loathe thee with a passion put to use
In my old jeans, and with my childhood's candy.
I loathe thee with a hate I seemed to multiply.
With my lost pounds, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if I choose,
I shall but love thee better after 40 more pounds.
How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.
I loathe thee to the numerical display and kilograms and pounds
My soul can reach, when feeling overweight
For the ends of BMI and ideal weight.
I loathe thee to the level of every day's
Most fattening meal, by sun and candle-light.
I loathe thee freely, as women strive for size 5,
I loathe thee purely, as they turn to low carbs and Trim Spa.
I loathe thee with a passion put to use
In my old jeans, and with my childhood's candy.
I loathe thee with a hate I seemed to multiply.
With my lost pounds, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if I choose,
I shall but love thee better after 40 more pounds.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Pants Shopping
So like most larger girls, I absolutely hate shopping for clothes. Swimsuits are the worst, but pants come in at a close second. The jeans I have been wearing the past few months are literally falling off of me, so it was time to get some new ones. Luckily, the boy's parents gave me a Macy's gift card for my birthday so I had some money to spend!
The last time I went pants shopping was actually my inspiration for beginning the whole weight loss thing, so I was slightly dreading it. My boyfriend was with me and I promised him I would make it fast because apparently I took forever last time (I was holding back my tears from being in the plus size section!). I had to settle for 16s last time. They were a little big, but I couldn't squeeze my ass into 14s. It resulted in me being miserable and sulky for a few days until I decided to do something about it.
This time, I was able to shop in the normal section (yay!) and I picked out a few pairs in both 14s and 12s (I was hopeful!), but I knew I would probably have to settle for the larger size. I went into the fitting room and decided to get my hopes and dreams dashed right away. I pulled out the 12s, slid them on and...buttoned them. Easily. After doing a few victory fist pumps, I quickly put the others back and paid for my small jeans (and they were on sale woo!). I had a bit of money left over and my boyfriend suggested I get a shirt or something to go with it, but instead, I opted to save the remaining balance for a pair of 10s in a few months! Go me! :D
Weight: 179
Mood: freaking happy
The last time I went pants shopping was actually my inspiration for beginning the whole weight loss thing, so I was slightly dreading it. My boyfriend was with me and I promised him I would make it fast because apparently I took forever last time (I was holding back my tears from being in the plus size section!). I had to settle for 16s last time. They were a little big, but I couldn't squeeze my ass into 14s. It resulted in me being miserable and sulky for a few days until I decided to do something about it.
This time, I was able to shop in the normal section (yay!) and I picked out a few pairs in both 14s and 12s (I was hopeful!), but I knew I would probably have to settle for the larger size. I went into the fitting room and decided to get my hopes and dreams dashed right away. I pulled out the 12s, slid them on and...buttoned them. Easily. After doing a few victory fist pumps, I quickly put the others back and paid for my small jeans (and they were on sale woo!). I had a bit of money left over and my boyfriend suggested I get a shirt or something to go with it, but instead, I opted to save the remaining balance for a pair of 10s in a few months! Go me! :D
Weight: 179
Mood: freaking happy
Friday, July 9, 2010
Tales from the Gym
Okay so, I realize I have gotten a bit boring to read and I need to include some of the more interesting things that happen on this journey of mine. Well, rest assured what follows is awesome.
I was at the gym on Tuesday and saw something absolutely amazing. There I was, working on my cable curls (55lbs, thank you very much!) when I saw this guy straight out of 1985. He was wearing a neon green tank top, one of those old school ones that go down really low on the sides and are baggy; purple shiny shorts that were probably too short for today's standards; purpl e socks and purple and white Reeboks. He was also a dark orange hue and had an epic mullet. It was shaved on the sides and long on the top and the back. While normally the mullet would have been the crowning glory, the fact that he wore aviator sunglasses inside the entire time trumped the hairstyle this time.
So Mr. Footlose is on my left side while I'm lifting and he brings over two 25lb. dumbbells and procedes to do standing rows, grunting like an animal the entire time. Let me point out here that I do my rows with 25lbs. with relatively no issues. This guy is acting like he is lifting a car. I suppressed my laughed and continued with my lifting, trying to mind my own business. He then THROWS down the dumbbells and runs to an exercise ball he has stashed nearby and starts laying on it. Not doing crunches or anything productive, just kind of laying there. Once he is done doing whatever the hell that was, he sprints around the machine I am on and goes to my left side, doing weird little hops the whole time. The he jumped up and down a few times with jazz hands and ran back around me to the dumbbells. He repeated this about 5 times. I was trying my hardest not to laugh while I did my curls and tricep pulldowns. I'm pretty sure I almost hurt myself a few times because I was shaking and biting myself trying not to crack up.
Things like this are what make my gym experience so amazing. I think I need to start doing a weekly segment on strange things I see while working out, because there are a LOT of weirdos at the gym. There's also a guy that resembles the pro-wrestler I spent all of high school in love with and I have managed to embarrass myself in front of him a few times. That's a story for another day though. :)
Weight: 181
Mood: tired...is that a mood?
I was at the gym on Tuesday and saw something absolutely amazing. There I was, working on my cable curls (55lbs, thank you very much!) when I saw this guy straight out of 1985. He was wearing a neon green tank top, one of those old school ones that go down really low on the sides and are baggy; purple shiny shorts that were probably too short for today's standards; purpl e socks and purple and white Reeboks. He was also a dark orange hue and had an epic mullet. It was shaved on the sides and long on the top and the back. While normally the mullet would have been the crowning glory, the fact that he wore aviator sunglasses inside the entire time trumped the hairstyle this time.
So Mr. Footlose is on my left side while I'm lifting and he brings over two 25lb. dumbbells and procedes to do standing rows, grunting like an animal the entire time. Let me point out here that I do my rows with 25lbs. with relatively no issues. This guy is acting like he is lifting a car. I suppressed my laughed and continued with my lifting, trying to mind my own business. He then THROWS down the dumbbells and runs to an exercise ball he has stashed nearby and starts laying on it. Not doing crunches or anything productive, just kind of laying there. Once he is done doing whatever the hell that was, he sprints around the machine I am on and goes to my left side, doing weird little hops the whole time. The he jumped up and down a few times with jazz hands and ran back around me to the dumbbells. He repeated this about 5 times. I was trying my hardest not to laugh while I did my curls and tricep pulldowns. I'm pretty sure I almost hurt myself a few times because I was shaking and biting myself trying not to crack up.
Things like this are what make my gym experience so amazing. I think I need to start doing a weekly segment on strange things I see while working out, because there are a LOT of weirdos at the gym. There's also a guy that resembles the pro-wrestler I spent all of high school in love with and I have managed to embarrass myself in front of him a few times. That's a story for another day though. :)
Weight: 181
Mood: tired...is that a mood?
Monday, July 5, 2010
Soooooo slow
I feel like I am crawling towards the finish line some weeks! I'm still steadily losing, but I want it to just hurry up already! I know it takes time, losing weight fast in unhealthy, blah blah blah, but I'm getting impatient. I've been sticking to my diet for the most part during the week with no problem, but then the weekend rolls around and I stuff my face. I guess it's not as bad as I'm making it out to seem, but every time I eat white bread or drink a beer, I start thinking about sugar turning to fat. I think I might be insane. It's entirely likely. :)
I suppose I should give up alcohol, that's what seemed to do the trick for me last time, but it's so hard when all I look forward to on Friday nights is kicking back and having a few beers. I enjoy my one night a week where I can do that. This has me so distraught I am making run-on sentences! Gah! Having all you can eat tickets for the Rangers 4th of July game probably didn't help my case. I probably ate my weight in hot dogs (but I left out the bun!)and I'm having some residual guilt over it. I did work out extra hard today to make up for it.
A guy at work that's a workout junkie told me to stop doing heavy weights and stick to high reps, light weight. The workout plan I'm on pretty much dismisses that as a myth. On one hand, I feel like I have put on a ton of muscle and to an extent, that's a good thing. On the other hand, I do feel like it's halting my weight loss since muscle weighs so much more. I know the numbers on the scale don't mean much, it's all about how I look and feel but I feel like a cow still! Now I'm rambling! I think I'm just having a bad day. Maybe on Friday when I weigh myself I will feel better about everything.
Weight: 181
Mood: Blargh
I suppose I should give up alcohol, that's what seemed to do the trick for me last time, but it's so hard when all I look forward to on Friday nights is kicking back and having a few beers. I enjoy my one night a week where I can do that. This has me so distraught I am making run-on sentences! Gah! Having all you can eat tickets for the Rangers 4th of July game probably didn't help my case. I probably ate my weight in hot dogs (but I left out the bun!)and I'm having some residual guilt over it. I did work out extra hard today to make up for it.
A guy at work that's a workout junkie told me to stop doing heavy weights and stick to high reps, light weight. The workout plan I'm on pretty much dismisses that as a myth. On one hand, I feel like I have put on a ton of muscle and to an extent, that's a good thing. On the other hand, I do feel like it's halting my weight loss since muscle weighs so much more. I know the numbers on the scale don't mean much, it's all about how I look and feel but I feel like a cow still! Now I'm rambling! I think I'm just having a bad day. Maybe on Friday when I weigh myself I will feel better about everything.
Weight: 181
Mood: Blargh
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