Monday, May 11, 2009
Hello weight gain.
I don't know, I just haven't been feeling the whole weight loss thing recently. I hate being blubbery, but my knee is so weak and sore that it twinges and pain when I walk any sort of distance. I've also been seeing a chiropracter to help my poor inflamed wussy hip get over itself. I haven't been on a scale in ages. I don't feel any thinner.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
I've been procrastinating
I haven't been on a scale in ages, and I'm generally ignoring all things weight related. This is because of Easter. I blame the pagans.
Once Easter rolled around I made the decision to temporarily get off the weight loss wagon because of my known and profound love of Cadbury's caramel eggs. I swear I probably gained 30 pounds last east alone. I can eat them by the box (of 4), actually I can eat two boxes in a night.
So, If I tried sticking the the shrinking, I'd be trying to ignore them in stores, which would lead to me buying oodles of them and eating them secretly in the car. Because of this crazy tendency of mine, I've decided a level headed approach is needed.
Pause button on the weight monitoring, and calm and rational consumption of caramel eggs. I have had a lot yes, but probably only a four of last year. And while I did eat two entire large bags of cheetos in the last month, My eating has generally been sane, normal and pretty healthy - leaning heavily towards steamed veggies, which is my dinner four times a week at work.
Because I have a slightly OCD personality and like to sit still (hence the glaring lack of any sort of exercise), I am knitting. I think I'm going to start a knit-blog, just as a journal of what I'm doing and new stiches I'm learning. I love knitting.
Once Easter rolled around I made the decision to temporarily get off the weight loss wagon because of my known and profound love of Cadbury's caramel eggs. I swear I probably gained 30 pounds last east alone. I can eat them by the box (of 4), actually I can eat two boxes in a night.
So, If I tried sticking the the shrinking, I'd be trying to ignore them in stores, which would lead to me buying oodles of them and eating them secretly in the car. Because of this crazy tendency of mine, I've decided a level headed approach is needed.
Pause button on the weight monitoring, and calm and rational consumption of caramel eggs. I have had a lot yes, but probably only a four of last year. And while I did eat two entire large bags of cheetos in the last month, My eating has generally been sane, normal and pretty healthy - leaning heavily towards steamed veggies, which is my dinner four times a week at work.
Because I have a slightly OCD personality and like to sit still (hence the glaring lack of any sort of exercise), I am knitting. I think I'm going to start a knit-blog, just as a journal of what I'm doing and new stiches I'm learning. I love knitting.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Biking for a better bum
Back in the old country, there is a singer called Anton Goosen who was a song that goes "bicycle ry, ja jy moet bicycle ry, bicycle ry dat jy kan mooi boude kry" - which translates to "ride a bike yes you must ride a bike, ride a bike so you can get a pretty ass".
If only I had the strength to do it. I biked for a total of 1.9 miles today. This is a fraction of what I intended to do. My knees felt like they were on fire.
Genetically speaking, I was gifted with wonky knees. This means that any sort of bending at the knee activity in general makes me wince and I can't do it very well. When I walked the 4 miles the other day I really started feeling the knees in what was probably mile 2 and a bit.
Enthusiastic Workout Girl, our new roommate, walked with me and biked with me, it was in fact her bike I used today.
I thought my heart would explode. My breath was racing in a way that made my throat ache. My knees felt on fire and I may even have teared up a little under my sunglasses out of frustration - this all while children on tricycles could have overtaken me. All I wanted to do was come home and collapse with a pint of ice cream. Instead I had some dried mangoes, which are very sweet and generally helps me kick an ice-cream craving in the pants.
I feel like this bike ride was an epic failure because I didn't actually go as far as I wanted to. It's really hard to remember that it's all about baby steps. I did do damn near two miles, right? Much much better than the previous time I tried biking anywhere (when I just went around the block and needed about 30 minutes to recover.) I was actually surprised when I checked Google maps to see just how far I did go and found that it was an actual measurable distance.
On a happy note, yesterday was my birthday! On a sad note, this was my fattest birthday ever. The first birthday that I knew hubby he attended my birthday bash to which I wore my skinny size 14 jeans. I don't want to even compare them with the 22s I am currently wearing. The 22s are super loose, and I'll probably have to go down a size within the next month or two, but it's still a far cry from those 14s. They are in the back of my closet, just waiting.
If only I had the strength to do it. I biked for a total of 1.9 miles today. This is a fraction of what I intended to do. My knees felt like they were on fire.
Genetically speaking, I was gifted with wonky knees. This means that any sort of bending at the knee activity in general makes me wince and I can't do it very well. When I walked the 4 miles the other day I really started feeling the knees in what was probably mile 2 and a bit.
Enthusiastic Workout Girl, our new roommate, walked with me and biked with me, it was in fact her bike I used today.
I thought my heart would explode. My breath was racing in a way that made my throat ache. My knees felt on fire and I may even have teared up a little under my sunglasses out of frustration - this all while children on tricycles could have overtaken me. All I wanted to do was come home and collapse with a pint of ice cream. Instead I had some dried mangoes, which are very sweet and generally helps me kick an ice-cream craving in the pants.
I feel like this bike ride was an epic failure because I didn't actually go as far as I wanted to. It's really hard to remember that it's all about baby steps. I did do damn near two miles, right? Much much better than the previous time I tried biking anywhere (when I just went around the block and needed about 30 minutes to recover.) I was actually surprised when I checked Google maps to see just how far I did go and found that it was an actual measurable distance.
On a happy note, yesterday was my birthday! On a sad note, this was my fattest birthday ever. The first birthday that I knew hubby he attended my birthday bash to which I wore my skinny size 14 jeans. I don't want to even compare them with the 22s I am currently wearing. The 22s are super loose, and I'll probably have to go down a size within the next month or two, but it's still a far cry from those 14s. They are in the back of my closet, just waiting.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Four Miles!
That's right! Four miles! I walked an entire four miles on Wednesday.
Austin really is a great city for those who would like to get in shape outside. We have a bit of the Colorado river cutting through downtown, and because it's damned on one end, it's called "Town Lake", although a more fitting name would be "Town river".
There are hike and bike trails going all around Town Lake with pedestrian bridges connecting the two sides. You can choose to do various loops between the bridges. The one I did was Mopac bridge to Pfluger Pedestrian bridge, which is technically 3.47 miles. I plan to do it again on Sunday. My knees allowing I'll do the same loop, if not, I'll do Pfluger Pedestrian to South 1st street loop, which is 1.56 miles.
I want to do a 5K in April, and am thrilled that 3.47 miles are 5.58 kilometers! So Yay! I can def. do it.
Back in my thin days, I did this loop at least once a week, often times more than that. When I met my now husband I stopped doing it and spent time with him instead. Oh! the perils of romance.
Austin really is a great city for those who would like to get in shape outside. We have a bit of the Colorado river cutting through downtown, and because it's damned on one end, it's called "Town Lake", although a more fitting name would be "Town river".
There are hike and bike trails going all around Town Lake with pedestrian bridges connecting the two sides. You can choose to do various loops between the bridges. The one I did was Mopac bridge to Pfluger Pedestrian bridge, which is technically 3.47 miles. I plan to do it again on Sunday. My knees allowing I'll do the same loop, if not, I'll do Pfluger Pedestrian to South 1st street loop, which is 1.56 miles.
I want to do a 5K in April, and am thrilled that 3.47 miles are 5.58 kilometers! So Yay! I can def. do it.
Back in my thin days, I did this loop at least once a week, often times more than that. When I met my now husband I stopped doing it and spent time with him instead. Oh! the perils of romance.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Out of my Hidey hole.
I've hiding from the scale, and form the blog. I got our latest round of bills in the mail, which sent me into a depressive panic and led to the eating on a box of chocolates and two pints of ice cream.
What did I learn from this - I am still absolutely, above all things, a comfort eater. I think I did feel a little bit better after the chocolate. After the ice cream I mostly fell ill. I have grown unaccustomed to so much richness all in one go.
I didn't want to even look at the scale. I was sure I'd be back at 190. All the hard work and slacking with good intentions for nothing.
So, imagine My Surprise when I finally scraped together the guts today to step on the scale and find it at 281.3 lbs.
I had still been eating healthy meals, and not drinking giant sodas, and having just gallons of water, so I suppose your body allows you some transgressions. I don't like the idea of being "bad" with food. I feel that I should still be able to eat my chocs and eat my ice cream and not be beset of feelings of guilt and despair afterwards. Generally, I can have the odd piece of Guylian Fruits de Mer without feeling one bit guilty. I just need to keep moderation in mind, and stop after that odd piece or two, or three, and not allow it to become the odd 17 or 18 pieces. Too Much! I should damn right feel guilty for being such a piggy. That chocolate is not cheap, you know.
What did I learn from this - I am still absolutely, above all things, a comfort eater. I think I did feel a little bit better after the chocolate. After the ice cream I mostly fell ill. I have grown unaccustomed to so much richness all in one go.
I didn't want to even look at the scale. I was sure I'd be back at 190. All the hard work and slacking with good intentions for nothing.
So, imagine My Surprise when I finally scraped together the guts today to step on the scale and find it at 281.3 lbs.
I had still been eating healthy meals, and not drinking giant sodas, and having just gallons of water, so I suppose your body allows you some transgressions. I don't like the idea of being "bad" with food. I feel that I should still be able to eat my chocs and eat my ice cream and not be beset of feelings of guilt and despair afterwards. Generally, I can have the odd piece of Guylian Fruits de Mer without feeling one bit guilty. I just need to keep moderation in mind, and stop after that odd piece or two, or three, and not allow it to become the odd 17 or 18 pieces. Too Much! I should damn right feel guilty for being such a piggy. That chocolate is not cheap, you know.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Enell!!
Oh my jolly boobs!
I received by Enell sports bra in the mail. No bones about it, it's ugly. It's made from super shiny bra material that makes me think of the 80s. Here's the thing, I don't care how ugly it is, this thing is so incredibly comfortable!
I got it on Thursday and tried it on and thought, "wow". Then on Friday I tried it on again and marveled at the way my boobs were up where boobs go and not hanging out next to my elbows. So I wore it to work. On Saturday I wore it to work. Today, I am wearing it to work again.
I haven't actually worked out in it yet. I did something dodgy to my lower back and have an appointment with a chiropractor tomorrow. I'm ready to feel all propery aligned so I can have a go at exercising.
The Enell claim is "the bounce stops here". If you expect your girls to just sit there like you're a marble statue one you've put the bra on, that will not happen, you cannot defy physics and gravity and other things that control things going up and down. The brilliant thing about the bra is, when you jump, the boobs go up with you, and they come down with you, and then that's that! There is no after-schock flab jiggle. There is no compulsion to hold your chest when you're doing any sort of jumpy activity.
Since I've been wearing this bra, two people told me that I look like I've lost weight!
It's not a super easy bra to get into. It has little hooks that close in the front. I do up the bottom hook and then work my way up, pushing boob out of the way to get the hooks done up. At this point, I am completely stuffed in this thing. Last night my roommate told us that she met a girl who has a pet sugar-glider that she takes everywhere and keeps in her cleavage. I thought, no way would that work, first because I don't keep pets in my cleavage, second, because the poor thing would smother and get smooshed beyond recognition.
Anyway, this bra is gold! I got it on Amazon for $60 with free shipping. I think it's going to be worth every single penny.
I received by Enell sports bra in the mail. No bones about it, it's ugly. It's made from super shiny bra material that makes me think of the 80s. Here's the thing, I don't care how ugly it is, this thing is so incredibly comfortable!
I got it on Thursday and tried it on and thought, "wow". Then on Friday I tried it on again and marveled at the way my boobs were up where boobs go and not hanging out next to my elbows. So I wore it to work. On Saturday I wore it to work. Today, I am wearing it to work again.
I haven't actually worked out in it yet. I did something dodgy to my lower back and have an appointment with a chiropractor tomorrow. I'm ready to feel all propery aligned so I can have a go at exercising.
The Enell claim is "the bounce stops here". If you expect your girls to just sit there like you're a marble statue one you've put the bra on, that will not happen, you cannot defy physics and gravity and other things that control things going up and down. The brilliant thing about the bra is, when you jump, the boobs go up with you, and they come down with you, and then that's that! There is no after-schock flab jiggle. There is no compulsion to hold your chest when you're doing any sort of jumpy activity.
Since I've been wearing this bra, two people told me that I look like I've lost weight!
It's not a super easy bra to get into. It has little hooks that close in the front. I do up the bottom hook and then work my way up, pushing boob out of the way to get the hooks done up. At this point, I am completely stuffed in this thing. Last night my roommate told us that she met a girl who has a pet sugar-glider that she takes everywhere and keeps in her cleavage. I thought, no way would that work, first because I don't keep pets in my cleavage, second, because the poor thing would smother and get smooshed beyond recognition.
Anyway, this bra is gold! I got it on Amazon for $60 with free shipping. I think it's going to be worth every single penny.
Friday, February 6, 2009
The challenge is on!
My nemesis arrived today in the mail. It was packaged in a cheery bag from old navy. Size 20 "Diva" jeans, bought on sale for $9.99
I figured since I had such success with the brown cords (still a touch tight around the mid section), I'd give this a go seeing what a bargain they are. The Dive cut is supposed to accommodate curvier rear end, so I thought they'd work for sure.
Not so much.
The thighs are cut rather straight, and I was unable to pull the crotch bit up to my crotch, and instead had it sitting just below, with bits of thigh being squeezed up and out into the space where the material should be. I refuse to wear pants and have the chub rub at the same time.
I think these pants will be just the thing in another 10 pounds or so. The scale's been hanging out at 283lbs for a while now, so I really need to kick it up a notch.
I also bought some yoga capris from Old Navy. I adore that I can not only get "plus" sizes, I can also get "tall". Pants that go down to my feet instead of floating around my ankles. The yoga pants from there are seriously the most comfortable pants I've ever worn. More comfy than my flannel pj bottoms even. In fact, I've been sleeping in them. I've also been going to work in them. These pants are brilliant!
So, I am off to try a new workout, wearing my new yoga pants and a old ratty stretchy sport bra. I finally decided to go ahead and shell out the $60 for an Enell sports bra, which has not yet arrived. Oh I hope I love it! Maybe I'd be able to do jumpy exercise then!
I figured since I had such success with the brown cords (still a touch tight around the mid section), I'd give this a go seeing what a bargain they are. The Dive cut is supposed to accommodate curvier rear end, so I thought they'd work for sure.
Not so much.
The thighs are cut rather straight, and I was unable to pull the crotch bit up to my crotch, and instead had it sitting just below, with bits of thigh being squeezed up and out into the space where the material should be. I refuse to wear pants and have the chub rub at the same time.
I think these pants will be just the thing in another 10 pounds or so. The scale's been hanging out at 283lbs for a while now, so I really need to kick it up a notch.
I also bought some yoga capris from Old Navy. I adore that I can not only get "plus" sizes, I can also get "tall". Pants that go down to my feet instead of floating around my ankles. The yoga pants from there are seriously the most comfortable pants I've ever worn. More comfy than my flannel pj bottoms even. In fact, I've been sleeping in them. I've also been going to work in them. These pants are brilliant!
So, I am off to try a new workout, wearing my new yoga pants and a old ratty stretchy sport bra. I finally decided to go ahead and shell out the $60 for an Enell sports bra, which has not yet arrived. Oh I hope I love it! Maybe I'd be able to do jumpy exercise then!
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