The title of today's entry is in homeage to the Royal Wedding--and is unfortunately very representative of my week.
This week has consisted of fun things like a trip to the ER, empanadas, a catscan (wiiiiiith contrast), a run in with french fries, daily needle torture, the ear of a a chocolate bunny, a spleen scan, gyros, news that I might not be able to go to Morocco, and only working out once.
But the utter highlight of this week is being put on a steroid with a primary side effect of weight gain. Yup, you heard it right...I am now taking drugs that are at least in part counter-productive to my quest.
Pity party--table for one!
Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Avoidance
My most recent SOP has been one of avoidance--avoiding the scale, avoiding this blog, avoiding thinking about lack of cardio, avoiding dwelling on diet transgressions. In a nutshell, avoiding reality.
After much prodding from various angles, today I bit the bullet and made the trek to Weight Watchers.
Ugh.
Utterly, completely, entirely to my surprise my last couple of weeks with my head in the sand resulted in a 5.4 lb loss--down 50 lbs total!
I guess I am more on the wagon than I'd thought. Imagine what will happen when I focus!
After much prodding from various angles, today I bit the bullet and made the trek to Weight Watchers.
Ugh.
Utterly, completely, entirely to my surprise my last couple of weeks with my head in the sand resulted in a 5.4 lb loss--down 50 lbs total!
I guess I am more on the wagon than I'd thought. Imagine what will happen when I focus!
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Stalled
Well, it's official. I'm in a lifestyle plan rut.
Three weeks ago: up .2 lbs (NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!)
Two weeks ago: down 2.8 lbs
Last week: down .4 lbs
Total loss: 3 lbs
Avg per week: down 1 lb
Previous avg per week: down 2.8 lbs
UGH
Clearly some rejiggering is warranted. Perhaps in the form of eating less and working out more.
Hmmmm....
Worth a thought.
Three weeks ago: up .2 lbs (NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!)
Two weeks ago: down 2.8 lbs
Last week: down .4 lbs
Total loss: 3 lbs
Avg per week: down 1 lb
Previous avg per week: down 2.8 lbs
UGH
Clearly some rejiggering is warranted. Perhaps in the form of eating less and working out more.
Hmmmm....
Worth a thought.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Jumbo Skittles
This entry is not for the squeamish. Reader discretion is advised.
Fat lingerie. Sounds like an oxymoron, eh? And perhaps it should remain that way. Lemme tell ya, there are few experiences like going to a lingerie store for fat people.
You would think that a fat lingerie store would consist of black garments of various lengths.
NOPE.
Very few people look good in flourescent orange, hot pink, or shocking blue. Yet, there were racks and racks of frilly smocks just begging to make victims resemble giant, jiggly skittles.
Not a black number in the place. Is this a JOKE?
In my humble (and jumbo) opinion, there should be a size limit to a lime green teddy and a bright orange thong should be reserved for Victoria's Secret models.
It's like whomever designed this "sexy" garb has never encountered a person larger than a size 2.
I feel shortchanged and under-represented.
I think I just might have to write my Congressman.
Fat lingerie. Sounds like an oxymoron, eh? And perhaps it should remain that way. Lemme tell ya, there are few experiences like going to a lingerie store for fat people.
You would think that a fat lingerie store would consist of black garments of various lengths.
NOPE.
Very few people look good in flourescent orange, hot pink, or shocking blue. Yet, there were racks and racks of frilly smocks just begging to make victims resemble giant, jiggly skittles.
Not a black number in the place. Is this a JOKE?
In my humble (and jumbo) opinion, there should be a size limit to a lime green teddy and a bright orange thong should be reserved for Victoria's Secret models.
It's like whomever designed this "sexy" garb has never encountered a person larger than a size 2.
I feel shortchanged and under-represented.
I think I just might have to write my Congressman.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Fat Day
Today I'm having a fat day...or should I say an especially fat day...b/c I'm clearly fat every day.
Anyhow.
Today I stepped out of the shower feeling fatter than normal.
It may have to do with two nights in a row of being less than angelic on the eating front compounded with not training since Tuesday.
Though I did do some walking yesterday. Which was comedy in and of itself.
I discovered that apparently in a past life I was a drill sergent or something. Here's how it played out.
Boyfriend and I went walking on a mile-ish loop in the burbs. Yeah, I said it, I hang out in the burbs upon occasion.......
Upon completion of the first (and what the boyfriend hoped would be the last) loop, I apparently decided that we had not been getting enough exercise. Soooo....for the second loop that I tricked my poor guy into, he was subjected to me forcing him into sprint-walking 1 minute on- 1 minute off. All the while shouting "Come on! We can go faster!" And when he got shin splints, I found myself saying something akin to "suck it up."
I guess I should probably never be a trainer. Good times.
Anyhow.
Today I stepped out of the shower feeling fatter than normal.
It may have to do with two nights in a row of being less than angelic on the eating front compounded with not training since Tuesday.
Though I did do some walking yesterday. Which was comedy in and of itself.
I discovered that apparently in a past life I was a drill sergent or something. Here's how it played out.
Boyfriend and I went walking on a mile-ish loop in the burbs. Yeah, I said it, I hang out in the burbs upon occasion.......
Upon completion of the first (and what the boyfriend hoped would be the last) loop, I apparently decided that we had not been getting enough exercise. Soooo....for the second loop that I tricked my poor guy into, he was subjected to me forcing him into sprint-walking 1 minute on- 1 minute off. All the while shouting "Come on! We can go faster!" And when he got shin splints, I found myself saying something akin to "suck it up."
I guess I should probably never be a trainer. Good times.
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