Closing Time!

Well, it's my last official day at Live Nation.

Which means it's also my last official day of having an excuse to not do cardio. Yup, my laziness has come to a not so abrupt end.  It is time to get this metabolism rollin again.

Especially important as there seems to be a lot of toasting going on today.  Toasting my time at the company, toasting my leaving the company, toasting the rain, toasting to drinking at 3pm, toasting just to toast, etc, etc.

Shaping up to be a veeeerrrry tempting weekend.  Which generally translates into an insanely fun weekend.  Unsure how it will play out on the scale.  That's where the real trouble starts.

Go go willpower!!!

Skinny Jeans

Today I am wearing my skinny jeans--from 4 years ago..you know, the last time I made a real run at this weight loss thing.

Here's the wacky part.  Though I am sporting my skinny jeans, I feel decidedly fat in them.  Which is odd, b/c I weigh less now than I did 4 years ago when I thought I was a super hot in these jeans.  The weirder thing still, is that when I look back at pictures I look waaaaay thinner then than I do now--though I am definitively lighter currently.

Also odd are my recent trips to the scale.  Yes, trip(S)..as in plural.  When I weighed myself this morning I was 4 lbs thinner than I was 8 hours earlier.  Perhaps I am sleep walking--on the treadmill.

That MUST be it. 

If only....

Flat

Flat is the word of the day.  And sadly, I am not referring to my stomach area.

Flat= My weight loss.  Last week, despite reasonable efforts, my weight remained flat.  Maddening.

Flat= My mood.  I'm clearly in a rut this week.  Dunno why, really.  I need some umph!

Flat= My hair.  The humidity this summer is a killer.  Save me San Francisco!

Flat= The soda I am drinking.  Opened it before a 4 hour long meeting--drinking it now.  Ill planning.

Flat= My portfolio.  When, oh when, is the market gonna reach 14k?!?

Ok, reaching on that last one.

Anyhow, you get my point.

Old Habits Die Hard

Got some news today that makes me want to eat and drink myself into blissful oblivion.

In the scheme of life, the "big" news is no big deal.  But it's definitely something that would generally trigger some poor choices.

There will be none of that today.  No room for cheating.  I'm a little over a third of the way to my goal  and I must stay on track.  Focused.  Head in the game.

Last week is a toss up--was in a few situations in which food got the best of me.  Stayed within my allotted points overall tho, which I guess is a win.  Will see today at the big weigh in.

To be continued.......

Results

Well, kiddos, it's official.  If you actually DO Weight Watchers...low and behold you will actually LOSE weight.  Crazy concept, I know.

The long and the short of last week is that I DID "the plan" and  I LOST 5.2 pounds.  Oddly, this is the exact amount that I gained during the month prior.  Spooky.

This puts me at a 53 pound loss total--and takes me across the 50 pound mark (again).  Though lemme tell ya, it's much more exciting the first time you get to 5-0.

Still have 3.6 lbs to go to be at my lowest.  And 24.5 lbs and counting to be back on track (should be down 77.5 big ones by now).

To be completely transparent, I was far from perfect last week.  I got closer than I'm comfortable with to using all of my weekly extra points (I try not to use 'em)...AND...I'm still not entirely back on the wagon in regards to cardio. 

Ok, let's be real.  The fact that it is Thursday and I haven't done cardio at all yet this week indicates that perhaps I can just barely see the wagon in the distance.

All bets are off and excuses are null and void in a week or so.  Once I'm dunzo with this gig--it will be cardio alllll the time--well, twice a day. 

I swear it.

Scale Obsession

I spent the first 32.75 years of my life actively avoiding scales.  And when I say active, I mean ACTIVE--turning my head when being weighed at doctor's offices and threatening the nurses if they even began to utter a number in my presence, lying about my weight at the DMV, stashing my bathroom scale so far behind the hamper that the maid would cease attempting to pull it out and place it on the floor, etc.  It got ugly.

In a shocking turn of events, all that has changed.  It's like I am magnetically drawn to any and every scale that I pass by.

It all started about a week ago.  My boyfriend keeps his bathroom scale smack dab in the middle of the dining room.  For the last two weeks it has been aggressively taunting me as I walk past and glare at it.  Last Monday as I was walking to the kitchen to snag breakfast, I took a deep breath, took three steps to the right, and stepped up on the scale. 

The immediate result is one that you are now well abreast of--I was horrified by the number and driven to act immediately.  The scale had shamed me back onto "the plan". 

The more long term impact is much more shocking.  I now have a scale obsession.  The pros tell you that weighing yourself more than once a week is counter productive; daily is down right destructive.  I wonder what they would say about weighing yourself three times a day.

I am utterly captivated by my daily weight fluctuations.  And I'm pretty sure that it's not healthy.  I'd guess that "normal" lies somewhere in between screaming and running away in horror at the mere sight of a scale and weighing yourself before and after eating an apple to see if anything has changed.

Incidentally, I can definitively say that one's weight does not change immediately after eating an apple.....

Baby T

Today I am wearing a super cute baby t (well, fat person baby t) that I have not worn in 4 years due to the ill-fitting nature of this particular shirt.

Admittedly, I don't look super hot in the super cute baby t--on account of a roll or two that appear when I stop sucking in.  However, I do look better in it than I did a week ago--and can get it over my boobs which I definitely could not do 5 months ago.

In other news, I've successfully embarked upon day 4 of being back on "the plan".  Have been totally on track food wise and kicking some workout ass.  Not particularly pleasant  and I suspect I may be acting a weeee bit more grumpish than normal.  But at least I'm doing it.

I am a little too proud of myself.

Shoulda Coulda Woulda

My reality is this:

-I should have lost 75 lbs in the 7.5 months I've been on "the plan".  To date I am down 48 lbs.

-I have not really been committed to "the plan" for at least two months.  I guess you could say that I have regressed to my San Francisco (fun!) lifestyle.

-I have not done cardio regularly in just as long.

-I gained back 8.6 lbs of my initial loss.  I can feel it all over my body and it every piece of clothing.

-For all of the above, I am BEYOND aggrevated, annoyed, infuriated, at myself.

My reality also is:

-Yesterday I sat through a Weight Watchers meeting.  Weighed in.  Actually participated in discussion.

-Yesterday and today I have tracked my points.

-Yesterday and today I have done cardio.  Tomorrow I have a date with the trainer.

-Two weekends ago I moved in with my boyfriend.  Very grownup of me.  Very excited.

In the interest of my sanity, I am electing to focus on the latter list.