Well tomorrow we're heading south to Buffalo. We're going to stay the night (we're allowed more purchases that way). DH and I are in desperate need of cheap clothes and we're running low on our American groceries (i.e. fat free cheese, yummy 100cal snacks).
This evening, I'm gettting my first pedicure of the season. I'm very excited. I love getting my toes painted. I tend to do things a bit over the top on my toes (a design on every toe usually). I love it. It's fun and everyone's always excited to see what I've done. I'll try to remember to post a pic for those of you who are interested (or just have toe fetishes).
Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention my loss at Wednesday's WI. It was exactly 1 pound. Which means that I'm now at 205.2. That's just under 35 pounds gone. Whoo Hoo!!
This weekend I'll have to find a dinner Sat and a breakfast and lunch on Sun. I won't have my Jenny food with me, but I think I can make okay choices, but really I'm not going to worry about it too much. I've been really stressed out this last little while and I need a short break. I'm not gonna pig out or anything, but I'm also not going to spend this whole mini-break worrying about cals and fats. If I have a small gain next week, so be it.
Well, first I want to thank all of you for your kind comments after yesterday's post. This just proves to me that I was right. Friends on EP are always reliable and encouraging. Thank you all.
Secondly, I have to say that I'm feeling much better today (mentally anyway... physically I could cry. My walk has caught up with me and Ouch!). Last night at WI as expected my BFF immediately pulled out her pedometer and started flaunting her steps. Well, just to put her back in her place, I pulled out mine and boy was she shocked! She actually suggested that my pedometer must be broken because there's no way that I could have walked that many steps. Urgghhh! I assured her that it was not and I explained how much I had done that day and night. All the JC staff was very proud of me.
I had also updated my progress book. I'm really into keeping visual tracks of stuff, so I have all my weight loss stuff in a folder with spreadsheets and graphs showing my pound losses and inch losses and steps, etc... All the consultants loved my updated stuff and thought it was really great so I was getting a ton of attention and compliments last night. Was the BFF ever pissed!
I had a good long chat with my consultant about the previous nights' issue and she agreed that I should probably share less info with BFF. She told me not to worry because I was doing great and they all knew how hard I'd been working and she also added (very quietly) that from the very beginning they could all tell that BFF had some jealousy issues and a lot of the things that she says to my DH and I are inappropriate and not very supportive. My JCC was very glad that I'm not going to let it bother me anymore.
So, over-all I feel really good. I know that revenge is immature, but it did let me put this all behind me and it was really great to hear from an outsider that they also see this behaviour in my friend and I'm not just nuts.
Anway, that's it for now. I'm off to check on all of you and then I guess I'll do some work.
Well, last night I did my almost 5 mile walk. It took about an hour and fifteen minutes. By the time I got home, I was cold and kind of sore, but very proud of myself.
It's not like this is something that I want to do every day. I just wanted to know if I could do it and apparently I can.
Even after my loooong walk, I still got on the Gazelle for 45 minutes. I was doubly proud of myself after that.
Then my night got crappy. My BFF has always been really competitive with me and I don't normally let it get to me, but last night she really upset me. Here's the deal... Every night she works out until she gets her steps up to 10,000. It might take 10 minutes, it might take 90 minutes, but once she hits 10,000 she stops. It's just what she does. Well, last night ,while oh so proud of myself, I called and told her about my day and that my steps were now at over 17,000 and my aerobic steps were over 12,000! I'm not normally a really active person so I was super proud of my accomplishment. At least I was until 2 hours later when my friend called back to tell me that she'd been on her treadmill since our last conversation and now her steps were over 18,000 and her aerobic steps were over 13,000. I was so upset.
I know that it's irrational, but I actually cried about it. I felt like everything that I'd worked towards last night was stolen from me. My DH was really mad. It's always bothered him how she's constantly trying to out-do me and this really teed him off. He wanted to call and give her a piece of his mind, but I convinced him not to as everytime I try to talk to her about it she denies it and just makes me feel worse.
I know she probably doesn't sound like much of a friend, but honestly, when she puts aside her competitive streak we really do have a lot of fun.
Anyway, I feel okay now because I realized that crying over it was useless. Tonight at WI she's going to pull out her pedometer and show off her massive step count, acting all superior and stuff, but what she doesn't know is that right after my crying fit, I had so much pent up aggression that I got back on the Gazelle and bumped my steps up to over 21,000 and my aerobic steps went over 16,000!!! She will be surprised I'm sure.
I realize that competition is probably good for me, but this is just painful, so as sad as it is, I've just decided to no longer discuss my weight loss efforts with her. It's sad because it was nice to have a girlfriend to discuss stuff with, but really... I have all of you for that.
So I've got my new runners on, a new high-energy playlist on my ipod and I am so pumped for today's walk.
5 miles might not be much to some of you, but to me it's a big deal. I used to walk all the time. I loved it.... The fresh air, the music in my ears, the creepy leers from passing motorists. It's all good.
I'm really looking forward to getting back into it. The only problem is that I have a really bad blister (from another pair of shoes) and I'm hoping that it doesn't cause me too much trouble.
Anyway, not much else going on today. There's dog food on the sample table. I think I can manage to resist that! LOL!
Okay, don't know where it came from, but suddenly I'm feeling positive and I thought that I better use this strange turn of events to make TatumsMom happy and post the real top 10 list. So here it goes...
1. I love my hair when I blow-dry it.
2. I love my boobs - I know I put that in the joke top10, but really, I do love them.
3. I love my will-power. I'm really proud of how good I've gotten at resisting the sample table.
4. I love my "under the butt". I finally have an "under the butt". My butt and my legs used to kind of mold together in a rather unappealing way, but now there is a very distinct "under the butt". I hope you know what that means, I don't really know how to explain it.... put your hand under your butt. Does your hand have no deffinite place to go or is there a spot where you can put your hand and it's like your butt is sitting on your hand and... oh hell, this is taking too long, just accept that it makes sense to me.
5. I love how great I am at organization.
6. I love that my taste of men improved so much that I managed to find, and fall for my DH.
7. I love that I've been keeping up with my exercises at least 4-5 days a week.
8. I love Jack Bauer.
9. I love that I don't take things too seriously.
10. I love that I can no longer hold a pencil without using my hands!
While feeling positive, I also want to mention that I exercised on Saturday! I never do that. I always give myself Fri and Sat off to recuperate, but Sat I felt great and had so much energy that after my folks went to bed, I hopped on my mothers exercise bike (after wiping off all the dust - she never uses it anymore) and I did 30 minutes. Wow, I was so proud of myself.
Also, tomorrow, DH has to work late so I'm walking all the way home from the bus stop. That's almost 5 miles (a big deal for me). I'm still going to do my regular workout and I'm really looking forward to it. I love putting on my ipod and walking.
I guess that's it for now.
Oh and for any of you who were wonder... no, the folks still haven't said anything about the weight loss. Well, what can you do?
Well, about 4 weeks ago I mentioned that I was finally able to wear my skinny suit and I was sooo thrilled.
Well, I'm now drowning in the skinny suit.
Does it make me feel great? Of course. However, it's not just this suit. It's everything I own. Jeans I bought 2 weeks ago are literally falling off of me now.
I work in an office and I can't very well keep wearing these baggy clothes. I look like a slob, but I can't afford to keep buying new suits. Even having them altered is costly.
Because i haven't quite gotten over the "over-shirt" issue, I'm still wearing full suits (so that I have the jacket). If I could get over that, I could at least buy a pair of black pants and just get some new tops, but alas, my self-consciousness is thwarting that option.
I'm not sure what to do, but I'm drowning here and while I should be enjoying it, it's seriously just stressing me out.
Well, up until last night I was doing all right according to my pedometer. In fact on Wednesday, I walked 15,840 steps (8153 of which were aerobic steps).
Last night however, did not go so well. I only walked 6419 all day (I've been walking a lot this week and then I went shopping after work and by the time I got home, my legs were killing me.)
I decided to postpone my workout until tonight (I normally leave Fri and Sat for recuperating) and just did a lot of stretching last night instead of the bike/gazelle.
I know that I'll get back on track tonight but even though I knew my body needed the rest, I felt really guilty not working out last night.
This weekend is another trip to see my folks. I won't get my hopes up about them noticing the weight loss. Enough other people are noticing. Last night a woman who takes the same bus as I do, mentioned that I'd lost a lot of weight. It was odd coming from a stranger, but that gave it more credibility because she didn't have to say anything at all.
Well, I guess I'll go check on all of you and be back on Monday to let you know how things went with the folks.
Okay so at Tatumsmom's suggestion, I'm making my list of 10. However, rather than calling it 10 things I like about myself, I went for a slightly "more me" kind of title.
So here they are:
1) I can walk and chew gum at the same time.
2) I know how to replace the toilet paper roll when it's empty.
3) My initials spell "TED".
4) I have an excellent sense of smell.
5) I can a wear a coat in the office all day long.
6) Nobody can wash a mushroom as well as me.
7) I always have gum.
8) Boobs!!
9) I'm better at humgerfelding than anyone else I know.
10) I can make up words and claim to be the best at performing these imaginary actions.
I'm sure this isn't exactly what Tatum's Mom had in mind, but I'm tired and I wanna go to bed.
Well, today I've done something that I have not done in a very, very long time. I got dressed and did not put on "an over-shirt".
Not sure if you're familiar with that lingo or not, but that's what my BFF and I call the sweater, suit jacket, open shirt, etc... that we wear over top of our regular shirts in an effort to disguise some of the side/back flab and the enormous posterior.
In truth, the over-shirt doesn't really disguise the fat. If anything, it makes us look fatter, but it does hide the rolls and bulges so that while we do look fatter, we feel less disgusting.
I've been wearing an over-shirt for years and years and today I came to work without one. I got dressed this morning and looked in the mirror and thought, "I don't need it today. I look good."
I was so proud of myself and my DH was super proud of me. He's been trying to break me of my "over-shirt" obsession for ages. It feels like this is such a big step. 4 months ago, I never would have left the house without my over-shirt. Even in the middle of summer I was cloaking myself in suit jackets and light hoodies, but not today. Today the hoodie stays home.
FYI... It's almost 10:30 in the morning and I still have my coat on. I guess I wasn't really ready for this unveiling. Here's hoping that will change in the next few weeks. I don't want to spend another summer hiding under a cardigan.
Not much to discuss today. I had my WI last night (a day early because we have plans tomorrow) and although according to my scale, I've gained 1/2 a pound, at Jenny, I'm down 1.6!!!
Not going to worry about the discrepancy. I'm just going to enjoy the loss!
This brings my total to 33.8 pounds lost. That's 14% of my starting weight. Not too shabby.
Last night after work, I added in some extra steps by having my DH pick me up a few blocks away from the bus station. It felt good to walk again. (We really rely on cars way too much). Then after dinner at my usual workout time, I just couldn't get motivated to workout. I eventually decided to skip the 30 minutes on the bike and do the Gazelle for an hour instead. Not as good a work out as the combo I'm sure, but at least it was better than nothing.
Not much else to say today. I'm very tired and not up to writing. I feel very blah today. Hopefully, I'll feel better tomorrow. I'm off to check on all of you and then spend the rest of the day pretending to be working while really I'll be playing text twist.
