I'm just your average, everyday, divorced 38 year old girl -- overweight, tragically unhip,
and trying to make a life for myself. I live with two furry beasts, Dave and Abby, whose
feline mission in life is to choke me with their fur. Nothing special.
Thursday afternoon. This is so sad. I can honestly say that neither of my baby kitties is overweight although Dave is 16 pounds, but he's just a really, really big kitty and that's his natural weight.
Wednesday afternoon. I had a good news/bad news experience this morning. I decided, on a whim, to try on an outfit that I'd bought at the Dana Buchman outlet last Christmas but have never been able to wear. The good news is that the adorable short sleeved sweater fits like a dream. The bad news it that the equally adorable jeans with coordinating piping have about 1-1/2 inches before they'll button. Darnit! They are size 22 and I'm still a 24 but the 24s are, for the most part, very loose, so I was hoping. In a wonderful compromise, I am wearing the sweater with a khaki skirt that fits quite well (it's actually a loose 24) and I think I look kind of spiffy, to be honest. It's not the perfectly coordinated outfit I would have liked but it's not too bad.
You know, one of the hardest things about restarting the Ten Percent Challenge is getting used to running back and forth to the bathroom all day. It wouldn't be so bad if the ladies' room weren't on a different floor. As it is, I hold it as long as possible and will probably be plagued with UTIs as a result. (Sorry, TMI.)
OK, I'd really like to post something more interesting for today but, alas, I'm not inspired and I want to go home so this will have to do.
Wait, wait, wait, I've thought of something. I think we ought to hold a get together weekend for all interested bloggers. I'll bet that if we had enough people interested I could get a good rate at one of the local hotels here in sunny San Diego. Actually, Shannin is the travel expert so she'd probably know better than I. Wouldn't it be fun, though, to see people you'd only read before? Possibly I am the only one enamored of this idea.
Tuesday night. So, I went for another hour long walk tonight and, MAN, that's a really long walk, you know? I had some sharp pains in my right heel about halfway through which had me concerned (thanks, Meta!) but they went away pretty quickly so I pressed on. I'm not sure I like walking in the dark for an entire hour and I know that my fat inner child is not happy but hey, perhaps that's enough reason right there to keep on doing it.
The observant among you might have noticed that the post date for this isn't the same as the time it's actually going to post. I had every intention of completing this entry last night and then my bed reached out and literally dragged me to its evil clutches then didn't relinquish me until some time this morning. I guess that's another side effect of walking at a brisk pace for an hour.
Monday night. Thanks, Marla for the keen eye! Yes, it will be a great day when I reach 133.4 and I'm awfully happy right now just to see 233.4. What's 100 pounds among friends?
Monday morning. You know, I really need to be a lot more diligent about posting. How many times have I said that before? Really, truly, though, I know it's true and I also know that I do a lot better with my little "be healthier" efforts when I do, so I'm recommitting to posting once a day during the week and on at least one of the two weekend days, too. You don't have to believe me, I probably wouldn't at this point, either.
So, it turns out that my body didn't turn into a pillar of lard in the last three weeks nor did it forget how to walk for (semi) long periods of time. Friday night, thanks to a little promise I made a friend, I went for my first walk in nearly three weeks and it wasn't bad at all. I only walked for 25 minutes and I didn't push myself too hard but it didn't feel horrible and I felt a lot better afterwards. Coincidentally (or, perhaps not), I also picked up my healthy meals on Friday night and started right back in with them Saturday morning. Again, this was not nearly as bad as I'd feared it might be. I didn't have any nausea from the lower calories nor did I have any hypoglycemic episodes (always a real joy) and I'm already feeling a lot less blorky than I was when my eating was (sort of) out of control. (I qualify my out of control eating because it wasn't ever as bad as it has been in the past or could have been. Yes, I ate Mexican food but I only got a combo, not a combo, rolled tacos, and nachos. Yes, I ate a steak and cheese sandwich from Subway but I didn't get cookies and regular Doritos. I ate more than I should have but not as much as I could have. Got it?) In any case, rather than easing back into walking, which would have been the prudent course of action and, of course, was rejected out of hand, I decided just to catch back up with my walking program as though I hadn't skipped three weeks, so I walked 60 minutes both Saturday and Sunday and I didn't die. Saturday night after my walk my lower back was a little sore and last night about halfway through my walk my shins started to hurt but neither ache bothered me the next day and I didn't take anything for it, so I'm thinking that's a good sign.
I'd really like to thank everyone who took the time out of their day to write and tell me that I could do this and that it wasn't as bad as I thought - you were right and just knowing you were out there helped me tremendously. For Jeff, who I know will read this either tonight or tomorrow morning, thank you so much for your patience as I whined about how fat I felt and how I just knew I'd "broken" my ability to be healthy and that I was doomed to be fat and miserable for the rest of my life. You all helped me get off my keyster and get back on track (at least I hope I'm back) and I'm so very grateful for your support.
Oh and, by the way, 233.4 this morning, so only three pounds above where I was before I went to Portland - not too bad at all.
