I’ve been really frustrated lately because my weight has hit a wall. Nothing since Christmas, really, and I’ve picked up my exercise and been just as good with the food. At least I think I have – time for some journal review to see where I can make some changes. I know I’m still getting way too much sodium and it looks like I need to pick up my protein. But look at that gorgeous calorie burn from today! Have I mentioned I love this app? My Net Diary, y’all. It’s free, so try it out 🙂
Two big reckonings while I’m here on the treadmill cooling down: (FYI, I perfected walking and typing when walking to work every day in Seattle. NO EYE CONTACT!)
- I have lost ten pounds in the last month. Sure, it was all in December, but ten pounds in a month is legit. I’ll try not to think about the two weeks prior, because I’ve probably lost ten pounds in six weeks. I would like to see it come off faster, but the end game is my health. The best gauge of my progress will be in February, when I retest my hs CRP levels. For those of you just tuning in, that’s the test that looks at cardiac risk and inflammation, and I was at a 20.55. 3.0 is the max for normal.
- I got an email from the casting agents for Extreme Makeover: Weight Loss Edition this morning, inviting me to reapply. I’m happy to say I no longer qualify, as I don’t need to lose half my body weight. YEAH! They would probably still consider me, as I need to lose more than 100 pounds, but still. This time last year? I needed to lose half my body weight. Maybe I could have gotten on the cover of People magazine when they feature “Half My Size!” Sure, the scale isn’t moving, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’ve lost 45 pounds from this point last year. I can beat myself up about not dropping 1-2 pounds a week, but I won’t. It’s one of the reasons I left Weight Watchers when it’s worked so well for me before. I just couldn’t take the discouragement.
I’ve talked a little bit about how I wasn’t in a good place last year, and seeing that sad yet politely encouraging face at a weekly weigh in might have tipped me over the edge. This time I’m going at my own pace, in my own time, and rewarding myself with little things like a jeans shopping spree and opening a tote of old clothes in a smaller size. I still see the appeal of a weight loss show – free trainers, nutrition help, and surgery to put everything back where it belongs.
I already know a plastic surgeon is in my future – for the perky boobs I’ve always wanted and never had – but also for skin removal. It’s coming my way. I know I need to get out of my own head when it comes to the skin thing, because it’s a bigger issue for me than my actual weight when it comes to dating. When you feel gross, you don’t want anyone to touch you. I think if I was already in a relationship I would feel better about it, but it’s hard to get excited about starting from scratch. Dating is the WORST. Plus, it’s just really f’ing annoying to work hard to get in shape, yet there’s some weird loose skin on your belly. I’m just not snapping back like I used to when I’ve lost weight in the past. I’ve heard some of my slim mom friends bitch about it too, but at least they have a little one to show for it 🙂 Stretch marks happen to the best of us.
At any rate, I know what I see in the mirror isn’t as bad as I’m making it out to be, but we’re always hardest on ourselves, right? I’m sure the right guy would love me even without perky boobs, and they do look pretty fantastic in some great lingerie. Not that I would ever take a Kim Kardashian or Amber Rose style selfie. No thanks! Have I mentioned those will be the first thing I have done? I already have a couple surgeon referrals to check out when it’s time.
On a lighter note, I picked the worst outfit in the world to put on straight from the gym. I am obsessed with this sweater and skirt set my parents got me for Christmas, but it is toasty warm. Just what you want when you actually spent an extra 20 minutes on the treadmill because you were typing out a blog! At least the locker room has plenty of make-up stations and Kiehl’s in the shower. I definitely put on my air conditioner for the drive to work, even though it’s 38 degrees. At least I had the courtesy to make sure no one was around me, unlike the 18 year old blonde girl that no doubt has me in my bathrobe blow drying my hair in the background of hers. Rude. Also, it’s too bad I love ivory sweaters, because I’m definitely the same size I was in the pic I posted wearing a grey cardigan, but it’s not nearly as flattering 🙂 The double layer of shirts probably doesn’t help either.
Headed to Chicago on Friday so I need to find all my snow gear, and I will definitely bring this outfit! Why do I always find myself up there during the winter?