Whew!

When I woke up this morning I coulda sworn that I looked fatter...from all angles.  I put on a dress that I had worn a week ago, and was convinced that it wasn't going to fit.  I could definitely see each and every tortilla chip that I big time cheated and had last week.  Every sip of wine was returning for payback. 
And so I was TERRIFIED to step on the scale this am--so trepidatious that I managed to make excuses for two whole days to not weigh in.  I peed like 3 times to ensure that I was not going to be charged for even an extra ounce.

Apparently somehow I managed to get back on track--down another 2.8 lbs; 45 lbs total.

And now I look in the mirror and the dress looks different--the chips and booze have disappeared.

GO FIGURE.

Consequences

I'll start this tale with its unhappy ending--I GAINED .2 (point two) pounds last week.

This is the first time in 15 weeks that the scale has not moved in the right direction.

I'm bummed.  But I also totally get it.

Last week I.....
-trained only once
-had a few drinks a few more times than once
-ate Mexican twice
-ate dim sum once

When I laundry list it, it seems amazing that I pretty much stayed flat.

What is truly remarkable is that I feel the point two pounds all over my body.  I swear I see it in my (insert any body part here).  My clothes are tighter--no really.

Ok, maybe my body hasn't changed for the negative--but the feeling of such was enough to push me out of bed before dawn this morning and to the trainer.

This is a story that WILL NOT be repeated next week.

Freaky Friday

I, along with most people I know, am very fortunate.  This is something that I am acutely aware of, and try to remind myself of often.  Overall, I am one lucky, lucky girl.

Today, in addition to being "blessed" (yes, I said it)...I am also feeling fat and grumpish.

Let's just say that the day did not start well. 

I managed to cause a tiff with my boyfriend before 7am--now THAT'S talent.  And start the day running late.

I scramble home to find my almost perfect little pug puking her little guts out.  A good lesson to avoid eating from the trash can.

I then learn that my poor Grammy has taken a fall and is in some not so good shape.  This is when being emotionally close yet geographically far apart is tough.

And to round the morning out, I feel uber fat and uncute.

I think I'll spend the afternoon counting my blessings--of which, there are many, many, many.

Back in the Game

As I may have mentioned 87 times or so, the transition into working and boyfriending has been tough on my new lifeplan.  Woe is me....

Solid news.

It looks like I just may be back in the game.  For the first time since starting my new gig (and coincidentally, new guy), I went to the trainer 3 times last week...and did cardio another couple.  Add to that a reasonable week of eating and it's almost like I'm back in business!

Even better news.

The scale reflected the changes--down another 5 lbs...42 big ones total! 

Yahoo!

HELL YES!

4-ish years ago I lost 40-ish lbs in 2-ish months.  Not safe, I know.  But damn--I looked good.  And in celebration, I hastily got rid of all of my "fat clothes" and got a whole new wardrobe.  Not smart--considering I gained it all back and then some after about a year.

Since then it's been a bit of a struggle on the fashion end of things.  And since I've started this new lifestyle dealio my short term goal has been to fit into that "new wardrobe" of several years ago.

So...drum roll please.....

Last night I tried on my smallest pants from days gone by.  They aren't so cute just yet, but I got them on without so much as a tug. 

AND I am pretty darn giddy to share that today I am wearing a dress that I have not looked cute in, in eons.  Though I am still roughly 10 pounds shy of where I left off 4 years ago, I must say I am looking pretty slammin today.

I am counting the minutes until the day when I can regale you all with stories of wearing each and every piece of that old-new wardrobe.

Slowly but Slowly..er..Surely

Last week I lost one pound.  Yup, one.  Which is certainly better than gaining a pound, or even an ounce.

It's just slow.  Oh so slow.

Not that I earned more than that--because I didn't.  Another challenging eating and rough workout week.  My training last week was truly awful.  I just couldn't get my head (or body) in the game.  Every weight felt twice as heavy; the hour twice as long.  I think it's because I had been off my cardio.  My body teaching me a lesson.

This week has been better.  I've worked out three out of four days--and I feel pretty darn good.  Eating out is still a challenge--but I'm doing ok with it thus far this week.  Making mostly good choices.

Glad to be back in the game.

Bullet Dodged

Yeah, so I ended up losing 3 lbs last week.  I was totally, utterly, and completely surprised.  And I totally, utterly, and completely did not deserve it.  Not one ounce of it.  Well, mayyybe a couple of ounces.

And I'm totally, utterly, and completely not taking it for granted.

At the risk of sounding like a whiner, balancing has proven to be a bigger challenge than anticipated.  Though I don't have to be at the office until 9:30am, sleeping till 8am is much more enticing than a date with the elliptical.  And oh how I still love enjoying a margarita (or 5) with friends.  I know, I know..rough life.

Bottom line has to be: no more excuses and no more games.  It is imperative that I get 100% back on track.

I know I've been saying this for a couple of weeks now--but I think I'm actually starting to mean it.  Having my mom as a partner in crime will help.  Three weeks of birthday festivities has left the wagon in the dust for her.  But we are recommiting to holding each other accountable. 

I'm gonna be uber pissed when I'm back to it next week and I lose less than the 3 lbs that I half-assed last week.  LOL.