Time to Climb (back on the wagon)

No recent posts = bad news bears. While I was busy not posting, I was also busy not dieting and not exercising. How did I fall so far, you ask? Planning. It really is the only thing that works for me. I went to Sacramento for the weekend to do some wedding planning and did not bring a plan for how I would work out or what I would eat. Ergo I didnt work out and ate whatever was in front of me. So. Dumb. Last week was definitely my worst performance to-date and yet - somehow I lost three pounds!

So lets recap:
1. workout everyday and follow weight watchers religiously --> flat weight.
2. ditch working out and overinduldge in mexican food three times in one weekend --> weight loss.

Just goes to show that there are a million moving pieces in this puzzle. I'm going to go ahead and assume that the fajita burritos are not responsible for my weight loss and go back to following my chosen routine. Of course, next week I'll be on vacation in Costa Rica so I'll have to be very diligent to not loose the meager ground I've gained in this war.

For now, I'm down to 206lbs which is a total loss of 18. Lets see if I can't get down to a nice round 20 before I leave.

Early Plateau

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

Some Updates:

- Getting the wedding dress refunded (yey!)

- Haven't lost any more weight (boo!)

- Got a new job (yey!)

- Wedding now 31 weeks away, still fat (boo, boo, boo)

I appear to have hit my first plateau. I've been eating well and exercising (promise) but the weight loss has come to a screeching halt. I'm still at 209 pounds and teetering between pant sizes 16 and 18. This feels crappy.

Eric and I started Phase II of P90x last night. I'm hoping that the change in exercise routine will jar lose some of my bellyfat. The only other thing I could do is eat less and exercise more, but I'm already 100% weight watchers compliant and working out 4-7 days per week! Anything more seems unsustainable. I'm going to give the current plan of WW and P90 a few more weeks. Maybe the fat is sitting at the end of the diving board, just getting ready to dive off. Oh please, please, please let that be the case.

As promised: Sausage & Doom

It can be a cruel world for the chunksters. Well, maybe just a cruel town.


I'd like to start with the positive: I have about the most amazing support system a gal could have. Both my mom and Eric's mom came down to LA to go wedding dress shopping with me. My friend and bridesmaid-to-be Katie also came along. The three of them were positive, helpful, and insightful. All of their positive energy combined, however, could not sqeeze my fat ass into any of those sample sizes.


We went to three bridal salons in the Beverly Hills/Hollywood areas of LA. Between all three salons there were a total of 2 dresses that I could sort of fit over my derriere (not zipped, of course), and both were downright tragic. (If it came down to getting married in jeans or one of those dresses - jeans would win hands down). Katie was kind enough to offer to model the gowns I liked to see what they looked like on a person. The hard part is that even WHEN I lose all 60 pounds, I'm still not going to mirror her little pinup figure. Anyway, long story short we ended up buying a dress just to be done with the trauma of dress shopping. Its a perfectly beautiful dress, but I'm still going to fight the salon to see if I can take it back. It's just not my style and no one should buy a wedding dress out of despair. Whatever happens, happens. At the end of the day I'll have lost my goal weight and married the man I love. I could glow in a potato sack :)


Speaking of goal weight -- weight watchers week 5 was not much of a success -- my weight is flat over last week. Better than a gain, I suppose, but the clock is ticking and there is still an awful lot to lose. This week I pledge to work out harder and eat smarter than I have the last 5 weeks. Failure is simply not an option.

Planning Makes Perfect

I have found myself locked into a pretty tight schedule for this endeavor. I need to have healthy food ready for consumption 5 times per day and have blocked out time for excercise at least once per day. What I'm learning the hard way is that those two things go hand in hand.

By yesterday I had exhausted my planned food supply. I had no bananas for the morning smoothie, no carrots or protein bars for daytime snacks, no ingredients for healthy dinners. I got by with some oatmeal from the cafeteria for breakfast and a sandwich for lunch, but by the time I got home from work around 7:30PM, exercise was out of the question because I was STARVING. I ate reasonably healthy, but definitely missed out on the requisite Yoga X workout that I had planned. Very naughty.

Lesson learned? Poor grocery planning impacts both diet and excercise - so don't let the shopping slip!

I almost wish I'd had the strengh to fast all week -- this weekend I'll be dress shopping. Please expect a very depressing post that includes words like 'sausage' and 'doom' by Monday.

Just. Keep. Going.

I would be the first to admit that I am not the most patient person in the world. I may or may not have a tendency to want my way and want it NOW. Ergo, the painstaking pace of weightloss via diet and exercise is presenting a challenge for me. I need to see some kind of noticeable or measurable difference on a regular basis in order to maintain this taco bell-free regimen! Eric says he can see a difference in my body, but even my squinty-eyed stares don't see much change.

What I have noticed is that I can do more push-ups than I could do a month ago. I can run longer and faster than I could run a month ago (6 miles in an hour and 15 mins!), and I miss junk food less than I did a month ago. Changes are defintely occuring in my big fat ecosystem, they're just not yet bubbling up to the surface.


I found the above photo on pinterest, however, and apparently this is the pace of change. Just keep going, the change will come. Since I don't have any other options, I'm just going to have to be patient.