When I first got on the scale this morning, it said I'd lost a bit over 2 pounds, and then it said "ERR0" which means it needs to be zeroed. So I zeroed it out and stepped on again, and this time it said I lost only half a pound this week. Bleh.
It probably didn't help my case any that I only went to the gym twice this week (it was closed for Memorial Day, and I didn't plan ahead enough to take that into account) and skipped my Wii Fit workout on Sunday after walking all over the museum (but the walk was probably not quite enough to make up for the Fit workout, pointwise). Still, it might be an artificial partial-gain, since I went to a luncheon at work yesterday. Chinese buffet food, even when I plan it out in advance so I don't blow my points, is pretty heavy on salt and makes me retain water for a while.
But it's still slightly disappointing. Especially on top of the extremely craptastic Wii Fit workout I had last night.
So today I'm hoping to be able to hide in my office and get some work done that I've had on my plate for a bit, and to go over to the gym at lunchtime and really get back into the swing of things there, too.
But hey, I'm wearing new pants! Size XL! (I squeezed into a size 16, actually, but it wasn't very comfortable. I would've bought them to fit into in about a month, but like most non-elastic-waisted pants, they gaped hugely at the back, and UGH. I'm never going to be able to get away from tunic-length shirts. And in another twenty pounds or so, I won't be able to buy Lane Bryant's wonderful shape-tailored jeans that actually fit right, waaah! Maybe when I get all the way down to my goal weight, I should splurge on actual tailored pants.)
...Yeah, attempting to be positive just isn't working for me today. Maybe next week.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Pantsed
Weigh-in isn't until tomorrow morning, so I don't know how much things have officially changed between last week and this week, but...
Last week, my work pants were baggy to the point of ridiculousness, but serviceable.
This morning, I pulled on a pair of pants and let go and... they slid nearly all the way down my hips. They were sort of hanging precariously from the very widest bit of my butt, like Harrison Ford on the edge of a cliff, tremulously grasping for a handhold. If I'd taken a few brisk steps, were going to fall off.
Huhn. Okay, well... I dug out another pair of pants I'd been hanging onto because they fit oddly. Those, also, were rather suddenly in danger of exposing everyone in the office to my cherry-print undies.
Uh, well... Can't wear jeans or shorts to work. I wore my culottes over the weekend and they're dirty. Skirt it is!
The skirt is kind of loose around the hips, too; I cinched in the drawstring as tight as it would go -- pulling out a good eight inches of string -- and chose a longish shirt that would hide the waistline.
So I guess I need to take a long lunch and run over to Target and try to find a couple of pairs of pants that I can wear to work.
And I'll be curious to see, tomorrow morning, just how much weight I've lost this week. (Though to be fair, it might not be strictly weight. I recently made a couple of changes to my workouts that put a lot more effort into my legs -- my hips and butt were aching all weekend -- so it might be that, instead.)
Last week, my work pants were baggy to the point of ridiculousness, but serviceable.
This morning, I pulled on a pair of pants and let go and... they slid nearly all the way down my hips. They were sort of hanging precariously from the very widest bit of my butt, like Harrison Ford on the edge of a cliff, tremulously grasping for a handhold. If I'd taken a few brisk steps, were going to fall off.
Huhn. Okay, well... I dug out another pair of pants I'd been hanging onto because they fit oddly. Those, also, were rather suddenly in danger of exposing everyone in the office to my cherry-print undies.
Uh, well... Can't wear jeans or shorts to work. I wore my culottes over the weekend and they're dirty. Skirt it is!
The skirt is kind of loose around the hips, too; I cinched in the drawstring as tight as it would go -- pulling out a good eight inches of string -- and chose a longish shirt that would hide the waistline.
So I guess I need to take a long lunch and run over to Target and try to find a couple of pairs of pants that I can wear to work.
And I'll be curious to see, tomorrow morning, just how much weight I've lost this week. (Though to be fair, it might not be strictly weight. I recently made a couple of changes to my workouts that put a lot more effort into my legs -- my hips and butt were aching all weekend -- so it might be that, instead.)
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Feeling Fat
I did not feel encouraged about the diet this week. I felt fat, and like I was not going anywhere, and since the scale on Sunday said I was the same weight that I'd been last Wednesday, it seemed my feelings were pretty well justified.
That, or my scale just likes to mess with my head. This morning, it said 211.6, which is a 1.4 pound drop. That's 61.4 pounds lost total, and my projection calculations have me dropping below 200 sometime in mid-July. (Possibly a bit later; we'll see if I manage to behave over the week of the Summer Bash, when Karen's in town.)
It means I can enter "210" as my weight at the gym (I round to the nearest 5 pounds) which is kind of cool, seeing as how when I started going to the gym, I was entering 250 -- and it was a lie, because I felt ashamed to enter my real weight.
Though I'm still not feeling it. Guess it's just a fat, discouraged kind of week.
That, or my scale just likes to mess with my head. This morning, it said 211.6, which is a 1.4 pound drop. That's 61.4 pounds lost total, and my projection calculations have me dropping below 200 sometime in mid-July. (Possibly a bit later; we'll see if I manage to behave over the week of the Summer Bash, when Karen's in town.)
It means I can enter "210" as my weight at the gym (I round to the nearest 5 pounds) which is kind of cool, seeing as how when I started going to the gym, I was entering 250 -- and it was a lie, because I felt ashamed to enter my real weight.
Though I'm still not feeling it. Guess it's just a fat, discouraged kind of week.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Briefly
So. Good loss this week -- 3 pounds puts me at 213 and a total of 60 pounds lost. Big round numbers, whoo.
I'm in a heck of a mood this morning, and corporate paperwork is not making my life easlier, so I'm just going to leave this one brief.
I'm in a heck of a mood this morning, and corporate paperwork is not making my life easlier, so I'm just going to leave this one brief.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Good Food: Maple-Lemon Chicken and Carrots
cooking spray
1 lb (16 oz) chicken breast meat, cut into bite-sized pieces
4 oz baby carrots (about 1 1/2 cups)
1/4 tsp salt + 1/4 tsp salt
2 Tbsp lemon juice
1/4 c maple syrup (yes, the real stuff)
1 tsp lemon zest
Coat a skillet with cooking spray and place over medium-high heat. When the pan is hot, add the chicken and sprinkle lightly with 1/4 tsp salt. Cook until browned, stirring/turning occasionally.
While the chicken cooks, quarter the baby carrots lengthwise. (You'll end up with long slender pieces, slightly thicker than matchsticked carrots.)
When the chicken is done, remove it to a plate, re-spray the pan, and add the carrots. Sprinkle with the remaining 1/4 tsp salt and the lemon zest, and cook until carrots are just beginning to soften, about 5 minutes.
Add the lemon juice and the maple syrup, return the chicken to the pan, and stir until everything is coated. Let the syrup boil until thickened, and serve warm. (The sauce is nice next to a green vegetable like peas or green beans.)
4 servings, approx. 4 points and 16g CHO each.
1 lb (16 oz) chicken breast meat, cut into bite-sized pieces
4 oz baby carrots (about 1 1/2 cups)
1/4 tsp salt + 1/4 tsp salt
2 Tbsp lemon juice
1/4 c maple syrup (yes, the real stuff)
1 tsp lemon zest
Coat a skillet with cooking spray and place over medium-high heat. When the pan is hot, add the chicken and sprinkle lightly with 1/4 tsp salt. Cook until browned, stirring/turning occasionally.
While the chicken cooks, quarter the baby carrots lengthwise. (You'll end up with long slender pieces, slightly thicker than matchsticked carrots.)
When the chicken is done, remove it to a plate, re-spray the pan, and add the carrots. Sprinkle with the remaining 1/4 tsp salt and the lemon zest, and cook until carrots are just beginning to soften, about 5 minutes.
Add the lemon juice and the maple syrup, return the chicken to the pan, and stir until everything is coated. Let the syrup boil until thickened, and serve warm. (The sauce is nice next to a green vegetable like peas or green beans.)
4 servings, approx. 4 points and 16g CHO each.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Falling
Two pounds exactly down this morning - I'm at 216, which is 57 pounds lost, whoo! Guess it was a leftover from the anniversary meal after all, and not a plateau.
Recent signs of shrinkage: I've moved my wedding/engagement rings over to my index finger, and today I'm wearing a size 42D bra that I had to shelve a couple of months ago because it did that thing cutting across the tops of my boobs that made me look like I had 4 of them.
Also, I bought new clothes about a week ago, and they're all size XL, whoo!. Purchased from the "normal people" side of the store, no less! (Can't fit into 16s yet, but I've got some 18s that are nearly loose enough to remove without unbuttoning them first, so I'm getting there.)
In less positive weight-loss progress, I've also started losing my hair. Great clumps of it end up in the hair-catcher in the shower every night, and since my husband shaves his head in the sink, it's pretty much all mine. It's a known side-effect of weight loss (well, more precisely, a side-effect of reduction of fats in the diet, which is a pretty necessary component of weight loss). The spots just above my temples are looking kind of patchy. Whee.
Recent signs of shrinkage: I've moved my wedding/engagement rings over to my index finger, and today I'm wearing a size 42D bra that I had to shelve a couple of months ago because it did that thing cutting across the tops of my boobs that made me look like I had 4 of them.
Also, I bought new clothes about a week ago, and they're all size XL, whoo!. Purchased from the "normal people" side of the store, no less! (Can't fit into 16s yet, but I've got some 18s that are nearly loose enough to remove without unbuttoning them first, so I'm getting there.)
In less positive weight-loss progress, I've also started losing my hair. Great clumps of it end up in the hair-catcher in the shower every night, and since my husband shaves his head in the sink, it's pretty much all mine. It's a known side-effect of weight loss (well, more precisely, a side-effect of reduction of fats in the diet, which is a pretty necessary component of weight loss). The spots just above my temples are looking kind of patchy. Whee.
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