Have you ever had a pair of underwear that just doesn't fit but you still keep them in your drawer anyway? I had a whole slew of them a little while back. And I kept those suckers. And I kept putting them on. And putting them on. But man-o-man, a tight pair of underwear is a surefire way to ruin a day, isn't it?
Well, I'm glad to report that things have started to turn around for the better. These days, they're feeling more and more loose - woo hoo! And whaddya know, I'm in the market for some new undies!
But here's the silly part I just had to share for a laugh. As you know, I'm a complete goofball (and a mom of two little ones). So it should come as no surprise to all of you that I've had a certain nursery tune running through my head all day long (just in my head, I promise I haven't been singing aloud for all to hear). So I hope you'll all enjoy my little diddy. C'mon, everybody sing along! (LOL) The lyrics go something like this...
DH's blood tests all came back normal!!! So, as the doc said, "that eliminates the scary stuff." She actually called us the day after T-giving to let us know. Very cool. Very, very cool. He still has to go for the CT scan and colonoscopy, but we're very relieved the bloodwork looked normal. Whew.
In the meantime, I'm down another pound. Hard to believe, actually, since I ate full meals this weekend. I only expected to maintain, so the pound down is a nice bonus. Between my brother-in-law's amazing sweet potatoes (he says the secret is the amount of butter - oh my) on Thursday and my mom's fabulous beef stew on Friday, I was sure I had done some damage. But I kept to decent portions and filled myself up on lots of salad.
My mom and I went "shopping" on Saturday (I watched while she shopped) and we dropped off some jewelry to a friend's house who wanted to sell some of my stuff today in an open house. She makes glass beads and she wanted to fill out her inventory. So if she's able to sell a few of my pieces, that'd be a nice holiday bonus. If I can come up with the time to make more, I'll see if any of my friends at work will be interested. Lean times these days...but I know how nice it is sometimes for the "store" to come to you, you know what I mean? We'll see.
So all in all, it was a lovely Thanksgiving weekend! Hoping everybody survived theirs too!
Happy Thanksgiving everybody! I'm headed to my sister-in-law's for a huge T-giving dinner with DH's family - there'll be 14 of us (including our two little ones), so the place will be hopping. I'm bringing a very yummy salad - romaine, herb greens, halved green, red and black grapes, apples, crumbled blue cheese and spiced almond slivers. I made the almonds last night - two batches - the first batch came out perfectly. Then I realized if I didn't make more, I'd have to throw out the left over sugar/cayenne pepper mixture and there'd be a boatload of almond slivers taking up space in my pantry. So I figure I'd make a second batch and give it to my mom as a little gift. Thank goodness the first batch was perfect because the second batch came out like brittle. Nasty - too much sugar! Ah, well, it was worth the try.
So I've been steadily losing the weight again, but these days I'm more obsessed about the weight loss I'm seeing in DH. He's dropped dramatically in the past month - 10 pounds, at least. 5 of if in the last week. 1.6 pounds in the past two days. Sounds like something I'd normally envy, except he isn't doing anything differently. No exercise, no dieting. We saw the doc yesterday and she's as worried as we are. So they did the first round of tests and bloodwork (which we'll learn about tomorrow) but so far, nothing looks abnormal. So they're going to keep looking. They've ordered the chest x-ray, CT scan and colonoscopy. DH is understandably freaked. And we're not going to mention a word of this to his family - there's nothing to tell. I mistakenly said something to my mom, just so she'd think good thoughts. But she's worried, too, so she's asking all the questions like, "is he eating?" Yes. "Maybe he's stressed?" Sure he is Mom, but the doc is worried too - stress alone doesn't cause this kind of rapid loss. "Well...is he eating enough?" Argh.
You get the idea. So we're not going to talk about it with his family until there's something to talk about, and hopefully there won't be something. The doc did say it could be some weird, benign thing causing it. He's thin to begin with, so he's prepared for somebody to notice and say something. Heck, I notice it and I see him every day. I'm afraid, guys. This isn't cool. His dad died of cancer, so no surprise that's the elephant in the room.
In the meantime, I have to convince him to run, not walk, to the tests the doc ordered - she left it up to us to schedule them - so naturally, he'd rather take his time. She said, "Go enjoy your family at Thanksgiving. Let's look at the bloodwork on Friday, but in the meantime, I want you to schedule these tests. You don't have to do them on Friday, but let's get them done next week." So what does he do? He figures he'll get them done NEXT Friday.
So I had the talk with him last night. If it's the Big C, it's agressively sapping his body. We need to find it and stop it. And quickly before whatever it is keeps wasting him away. Or else rule it out so we don't go looney wondering. He nodded. We're freaked. And fearful. And I know freaked and fearful people sometimes don't make the greatest choices. So we've vowed to be as nice to one another as possible and use humor as much as we can. And be thankful for what we have, for the people we have in our lives, for our friends, families and all who lend support.
So, you fabulous people who lend support, please think good thoughts to help us through what, so far, has been a strange week. I'm thankful for you all.
Sorry I've been gone these days - I've been completely swamped (putting in 50+ hours each week at work), but I've kept moving and I guess there's been no time to eat, cuz I'm down a pound. WI is today and I'm debating about whether to go in - I've got a fever this morning. Argh. Too much to do for a silly fever and cold! Hope you're all doing well... I'll check in soon! -DD
Thank goodness it's Saturday! What a complete stress-fest it's been at work. Not to mention all the Halloween candy lying around, jumping into my mouth without any provocation - man, I'm surprised I've lost weight this week. But I've been pushing the water and walking like crazy... YES, getting off the bus 2 blocks early, taking the stairs a lot at work, I'm doing it.
DH has been delivering DD to me every day at work, too, so that's been cutting down on the pumping - and provided a very nice break in my day to see them - sometimes DS is there too - the whole family. It is a little freaky - hanging out in a car with my family for a half an hour on my lunch break, just to breast feed. But it seems to be working well. My DS (3.5 yo) loves the snacks I bring him (grapes, apples, cheese) and we all get to visit. And DD's face lights up when she sees me. That's enough to take the edge off my day at work.
WORK. Yeah, I left last night at 6:30 mumbling to myself - out loud - "I hate my #@&! job." I'm certain one of the attorneys heard me. We all have those days, but I've been having them consecutively for a while now. Something has to give. We'll see.
In the meantime, I'm happy I'm home, happy I'm shrinking again, happy I have such a beautiful family. I'm thankful for a lot. I just have to keep remembering the good things to get me through the stress.
Drat. Up 1.6 lbs at WI today. My body has declared mutiny. And I know why.
Warning: this will be TMI for some of you...
My 5 month old DD has been eating more than I've been able to produce and we were seriously running out of breastmilk in the freezer. So I had to ramp up the old breastfeeding routine like crazy. I'm pumping every 90 minutes - and getting up in the middle of the night too - so I can speed up my production. (TMI, right? I warned you ) The more the body detects the need, the more it'll make. So I'm certainly messing with my metabolism and the whole shebang.
As a result, I'm ridiculously TIRED - I almost fell asleep during a meeting at work - and sheesh, I can't even begin to describe how my "two girls" are feeling. But no diet, nothing will stop me from making certain my baby is fed. I'm obviously not a fan of formula - if we get to that point, we get to that point - but I will do whatever I can in my power to make sure my baby has what she needs from me first.
So I gained 1.6 pounds this week. So be it. Baby over diet. I'll hold here for a while if I have to, as long as I know she's got a decent supply going again in the freezer. Once that happens, I'll focus back again on dropping the pounds.
Anyway, I hope you're all doing well... I'll check in with everybody tomorrow. G'night, y'all.
Sorry I've been AWOL guys... TatumsMom nailed it - I was snooping on everybody else, but didn't post myself. Shame on me! But I have good news to share - after my Pringles/M&M blitz last-whatever-week-that-was, I went down .8, then this last week was down 2.6. So woo hoo say goodbye to the 200s FOR GOOD!
I'm back on track and just wanted to share. I'll snoop around now and check in on everybody - finally!
Hope you're all having a great weekend. They say there's supposed to be flurries here on Monday. Gotta break out my boots.
The pizza at lunch on Saturday... the chocolate cake and ice cream on Sunday night. Oh and the tear-and-share King sized bag of M&Ms I found in my purse on Thursday. It just appeared there, magically.
And the Pringles. Let's not forget the Pringles on Friday.
It all just "happened" in a span of four days and has amounted to me GAINING a pound.
So...I vow to be back on the wagon and to not "cheat" this week (I've been cheat-free since I started, so I suppose I had to blitz at some point, right?).
This week, I'll get off the bus 2 blocks early, walk a little more and see if I can catch up with myself. Argh.
No one to blame but my big ol' sabatoging self.
Gotta get dressed and get to work. I'll check in with you all soon!
Lots 'o zeros staring up at me this morning between my toes... Never thought I'd ever say I was happy to be 200.00 pounds, but there it was. And I was wet from the shower too (hee hee!). So all day, I've been fighting this ridiculous urge to eat! Self-sabotage at its finest.
Just when I get to a milestone, I think "I've worked hard to get here, I deserve a little somethin'" right? Ugh. Thinking I deserved a little something got me to this weight in the first place.
So nope, just gonna suck down my water and do an extra set of reps tomorrow morning.
Love to all - and thanks for the plateau encouragement. I know I'll move into the 1s soon.
Here I am, floating like a piece of blubber, hovering just above the line that says 200. TWO HUNDRED POUNDS. I remember being a mere one hundred eighteen pounds and thinking I had the biggest hips in the 8th grade. What little did I know then. I only hope my daughter won't have the same body-hating issues I did. Dove campaign, you have your work cut out for you.
So here I hover. My official WI said I was down .8 pounds, but my home scale says I'm up 5. What's up with that? I know there's a battle waging between my fat cells and water- and something's gotta give soon. But I'd really really REALLY just like to see that elusive 199 appear for more than a couple of minutes. A day or two - or three - would tell me something is finally happening again.
Yes, I've changed things up - started to move more - walkling, running, moving 1800 pounds of furniture for 9 hours. But here I am, at 2-oh-something and I've been here a while. Doesn't it know I've overstayed my welcome??? I eat food - the same JC diet - nothing more, nothing less. And still, I'm stuck, staring down at my toes, begging that scale to say out loud "Yes, you've done it! You're no longer TWO HUNDRED POUNDS!"
And when it does (in my mind, it will - in a comical female voice - like Rosie Perez, I'm thinking)... when it does, I'll smile for a moment. But only a moment because then, I'll know I'll only have FIFTY-SEVEN more pounds to go.
) The more the body detects the need, the more it'll make. So I'm certainly messing with my metabolism and the whole shebang. 
Never thought I'd ever say I was happy to be 200.00 pounds, but there it was. And I was wet from the shower too (hee hee!). So all day, I've been fighting this ridiculous urge to eat! Self-sabotage at its finest.