Weight- 162 (... read on.)
Food mistakes make this week- 1 (but a reeeeally big one.)
Dress sizes dropped- almost one full one (that's what I'm talking about!)
Days until I can stop counting down- 99 (gracious)
Nights when I should have worked out but didn't- 1 (I think that's totally reasonable)
Days since last update- 12 (I SUCK at this game.)
Times I regretted not measuring myself when this started- oh, thousands...
Inches are worth more than pounds. Inches are worth more than pounds. INCHES are worth MORE than POUNDS. I have to keep telling myself that.
I think the reason why I've let this poor blog nap for the last 12 DAYS is that I was unhappy with the total lack of scale movement. After the initial 4 pound loss success at the beginning, the scale has not changed in weeks. I was sad to see it. Like, really sad. In past dietary exploits, this always happens, and I often use it as an excuse to give up.
However, it's a bit different this time. Instead of relying on the scale, I've been looking in the mirror and... wow. It's really happening. My body is starting to reshape itself. My arms are wobbling less. My stomach is flatter. My back doesn't fold over itself (as much). My thighs are... still gross, but my calves, though larger than I'd like, are super shapely, and my boobs are definitely perkier. I couldn't find my measuring tape when I started this (that was such a mistake) but judging from the way my clothes are fitting, I am down almost a full dress size. And THAT, comrades, smells like victory. I honestly don't think that my pound loss goal is practical, given the amount of fat that I'm replacing with lean muscle and given the time left (99 days, yikes!) However, I'm getting leaner. LEANER. It's the most beautiful word in the world.
I'm starting back up with Chalean Extreme this week. For the remainder of the 90 days, I'm going to be focusing on muscle training AND cardio. And narrowing my calories down more. I'm eat hundreds less per day than I was before, but I can do better. All it takes is a little more dedication.
I'll probably see the scale go up in the next few weeks (building more muscle) BUT I'll also be spending more time in front of the mirror, trying on the medium/size ten clothes that are now starting to fit me. And I'll be reminding myself... inches matter more than pounds.
ARGH. I just want some pizza.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Blahg update...
I'm typing this on a unfamiliar keybord nd far too lazy t fix te mistakes, so learn to live with it or find another Fattie McBlogerton to follow!!!
Weight: 163 (muscle weight? Whateer)
ime Spent Exercising today: 90 minutes (excellent)
Food mistakes made today: 1 (bt it was peanut btter and chocolte, so...)
Days until the food guilt goes away: 114
So, I went for a really long jog through some glorious wether today... the sun beamed on my head, the birds were singing, and no one shouted harassing things out their windows at stoplights.
I did notice that the men I was running by stopped and stared at me as I blithely frolicked past. Like, hard stare. Hrd, awkwrd, serial killer stared. It was only an hour or so lter that I realized that my shirt had... evacuated waaaay down and I was bouncing like a Baywatch girl on my run. Youre welcome, men of Red Bank.
Discovered a fun trick.. made sme pasta tonight and instead of making a cream sauce, I made some frozen creamed spinach and dumped in some parmesan cheese. Instead of a thick cream sauce, it was a very light cream sauce with a big ol heap of vegetables. Yum. Couple with the chicken sauteed in wine, lemn juice ad artichokes and you have yoursef a favorful, light meal.
I;m like suer SUPR tired of trying to tye on this kyboard, so I'm going to let this post go for now. Go eat something that wont make you fat!
Monday, March 5, 2012
Absence makes the hips grow wider...
Weight- 162ish
Time spent exercising today- 60 minutes (excellent)
Things I ate that I shouldn't have: 1 (but it had peanut butter in it. That's good, right?)
Pairs of pants that will be too big soon: 2 (that's good and bad... I'm kinda broke)
Dinners that need to be ready soon because I'm starving: 1
Dinners that will be ready soon: 0 (fail)
It's been 6ish days since my last post. To be fair:
A. I had a stomach bug.
B. We had severe weather on Wednesday and Friday
C. I hate severe weather
D. I couldn't work out that much because of A, B and C
The good news? I've been pretty faithful to my calorie count (not perfectly. No no. But somewhat? Ish?) and I'm definitely starting to see the results. It wasn't that long ago that I had so much fat around my midsection that any movement resulted in aftershock ripples of fatty grossness. Today, I was jogging along and the only bounce I felt was in my heels and my ponytail... not my belly. That can never be a bad thing. Also, if I turn sideways and pinch my arm fat back, my arms look really tiny. ... That doesn't quite count as a victory, if you're going to be technical about it, but if you're going to be technical about it, you can shove off and read someone else's blog and leave me to my smug ramblings.
My clothes are starting to fit more loosely, which is kind of awesome. And pretty soon, I'll be light enough on my feet that I can purse-snatch from old ladies to pay for new clothes. My head is light and giddy with the sweet, sweet pure oxygen of forthcoming triumph! And from trying to do pushups right after running. That was a mistake.
I need to do more with my arms. I wish they would unflab themselves. Loser arms.
I'm currently cooking my big meal of the week (which I'll be eating for the next few days) which is teriyaki chicken, sauteed cabbage and carrots, and fried rice. It smells like hot asian magic in my kitchen right now...
I've been bad with the desserts. Tacky, slutty desserts. I'm like a sailor newly into port... all those bundt cakes need to do is bat their whorish eyes at me and I swarm them like a hive of rabid hyenas. Was there a mixed simile there? I'm trying to avoid the temptation, but it doesn't help when they put displays of chocolately promise in between the vegetable aisles at Bi-Lo.
I had some tornado freak-outs this last week (embarassing ones, at that) but my thought is that I burned double calories from shaking so hard, AND I didn't eat anything for most of Friday. Terror-induced fasting is still low in calories! Don't let's repeat the performance, though.
Off to stretch my weary sinews and tuck into some masterfully marinated poultry flesh. It smells divine... and the chickens deserve to know that they selflessly gave their ta-ta's to a worthy and grateful cause.
Time spent exercising today- 60 minutes (excellent)
Things I ate that I shouldn't have: 1 (but it had peanut butter in it. That's good, right?)
Pairs of pants that will be too big soon: 2 (that's good and bad... I'm kinda broke)
Dinners that need to be ready soon because I'm starving: 1
Dinners that will be ready soon: 0 (fail)
It's been 6ish days since my last post. To be fair:
A. I had a stomach bug.
B. We had severe weather on Wednesday and Friday
C. I hate severe weather
D. I couldn't work out that much because of A, B and C
The good news? I've been pretty faithful to my calorie count (not perfectly. No no. But somewhat? Ish?) and I'm definitely starting to see the results. It wasn't that long ago that I had so much fat around my midsection that any movement resulted in aftershock ripples of fatty grossness. Today, I was jogging along and the only bounce I felt was in my heels and my ponytail... not my belly. That can never be a bad thing. Also, if I turn sideways and pinch my arm fat back, my arms look really tiny. ... That doesn't quite count as a victory, if you're going to be technical about it, but if you're going to be technical about it, you can shove off and read someone else's blog and leave me to my smug ramblings.
My clothes are starting to fit more loosely, which is kind of awesome. And pretty soon, I'll be light enough on my feet that I can purse-snatch from old ladies to pay for new clothes. My head is light and giddy with the sweet, sweet pure oxygen of forthcoming triumph! And from trying to do pushups right after running. That was a mistake.
I need to do more with my arms. I wish they would unflab themselves. Loser arms.
I'm currently cooking my big meal of the week (which I'll be eating for the next few days) which is teriyaki chicken, sauteed cabbage and carrots, and fried rice. It smells like hot asian magic in my kitchen right now...
I've been bad with the desserts. Tacky, slutty desserts. I'm like a sailor newly into port... all those bundt cakes need to do is bat their whorish eyes at me and I swarm them like a hive of rabid hyenas. Was there a mixed simile there? I'm trying to avoid the temptation, but it doesn't help when they put displays of chocolately promise in between the vegetable aisles at Bi-Lo.
I had some tornado freak-outs this last week (embarassing ones, at that) but my thought is that I burned double calories from shaking so hard, AND I didn't eat anything for most of Friday. Terror-induced fasting is still low in calories! Don't let's repeat the performance, though.
Off to stretch my weary sinews and tuck into some masterfully marinated poultry flesh. It smells divine... and the chickens deserve to know that they selflessly gave their ta-ta's to a worthy and grateful cause.
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