What's Your Excuse?

Have any of you noticed I'm not posting my weigh-ins anymore? Yeah, I didn't think so. It's for the best. Really. I haven't been exercising or eating as I should, and whatever half-hearted attempts I've made at counteracting my poor diet aren't working.

I've come up with all kinds of reasons this week as to why I'm in such a state. And then I read this article this morning, and you know what? I've used a couple of these! And just as it says, they're not reasons. Just lame excuses.

http://fitbie.msn.com/lose-weight/tips/6-lamest-excuses-not-losing-weight/tip/0

So, my question is, which ones have you used? And how do you get past them?

This One's a Little... Fuzzy

I live in a little agricultural town where the local college hosts taste tests on different items - cheese, meat, milk, cereals, etc. I got an email for one today:

There will be a taste test today from 2:30-5:30 on shredded wheat cereal, or up to 120 participants.

Personally, I think I'd rather taste the cereal. Who knows where those participants have been?

How Do I Get Off?!

Well, another week has passed on my weight rollercoaster. First we go up, then way down, then slightly up, then slightly down, and on and on...

It's so boring it's not even worth blogging about.

How do I get off this ride and onto that one that plunges down and it's over (like the Tower of Terror)? I mean, besides shifting my weight off the scale...



http://www.chron.com/



Even in my Sleep

So, as previously mentioned, I went to Tucano's Brazillian Steakhouse this past weekend. I was there with my husband, and our friends Jay and Ellen. While we were there, all of us tried the chicken hearts. (I blame peer pressure.) I don't know if you've ever tried chicken hearts, but they are... not... great.

Anyway, that night I dreamt that Jay was eating lots of chicken hearts. Our conversation went like this:

Jay: "I eat a lot of organs."
Wendy: "Wow, you must have an amazing set of pipes!"

I woke myself up laughing. I'm even funny in my dreams!

Packing on the Birthday Weight

Yeah, yeah. I know. I didn't post my weight yesterday like I was supposed to. Does anyone really care to see that trainwreck?

I have a few words/phrases to describe why I didn't post:

• Tucano's
• cake and ice cream
• a pound a day
• lack of peer pressure

So there.

They Say It's My Birthday

So Happy Birthday to me! Especially since my scale said a lower number! I'm not going to post the number my scale says anymore because I feel so... so vulnerable without Jessie posting hers with me. You can do the math if you care to.

This week I walked to and from work every day. And since I live in a town where no one knows it's my birthday - except those who ALSO have my birthday - "Theives! Robbers!!" - I didn't have any birthday treats to eat this week. I did happen to binge on Papa Johns pizza one night. But I felt so guilty about it, I was good the rest of the week!

More Merry-Go-Round Than Yo-Yo

chron.com

Here we go again. I'm almost back to the beginning. And that's not a good thing.

I've decided the road to obesity is another road paved with good intentions. I intended to exercise this weekend. And I intended to eat healthier, too. I've been intending to do all these things since I was 15. Obviously, the scale once again reveals that I didn't. Today it read:

181.5

 
I tried to justify that maybe it said that because my scale was broken, but I really don't think so. Just my momentum. SO. The plan for this week: Walk to and from work every day (it equates to about 2.5 miles roundtrip) as well as adding other cardio three days a week and strength training the other three.

It's my birthday week, so I'm also going to limit myself to one birthday treat per day. I can do this! Right?

Weigh-in on my way out.

This will be my last published weigh-in for a while. I'll keep posting how I'm doing with my exercising, eating, and overall goals. I did finally get a stroller so I can leave the house during daylight hours. Weeee!

My weight this morning: 172.0.




My reasons for no longer publishing my weight are extremely personal and, my two readers, I won't be discussing them online or in person any time soon. Thank you for your understanding. (Note: there aren't any exceptions. Even if you're sure you should know.)

I'm a loser.

My number for today is 171.6. I'll take it!

I'm off to do a Pilates dvd.


Let's get out there and lose.

Wendy's Weigh In

Yes, I could think of no better title than that. Today the scale said:

179.5

Not bad, considering. But it's so ridiculous that I'm basically just maintaining instead of losing. I've been fluctuating around this number for about a year now. The ridiculous part is I know exactly what to do and how to do it and I just don't.

So. We begin again. This weekend I need to work on strength training and diet. I'm doing ok on cardio, or I was, until it snowed. I'm not walking to and from work in that!

It's still snowing, by the way. I'm pretty sure we're going on 20 hours straight. But annnnyway --  a loss! Hooray!

Jessie as a redhead

Yesterday I was out sidewalk chalking. Yeah, I do that all the time. Anyhow, my five-year-old neighbor invited himself to join me. He's really cute. I taught him how to draw stick figures. He got really good at it.

This is his second attempt at a stick figure. I asked him if he was drawing a puppy with big ears. "No, I'm drawing you."

It's touching, really.

Do you like my new haircut? Also, I'm in the market for clothes.

What have I always said is the most important thing? Breakfast.*

This morning I ate before I weighed myself. Combine that with my sedentary weekend and I'm at 172.8. Bah.







*I have a prize for the first commenter who guesses the source of this quote. You may not google it.



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I Saw This One Coming

I gained. I'm now back at:

180.5

But really, I’m not surprised. It was Conference weekend, so I spent at least 8 hours sitting in front of a tv/computer. It didn’t help either that I was feeling pretty low about a couple of things and had homemade caramel popcorn and other weekend treats at hand to console me.

I know - Food should not be my comfort. Why? Well, because of all kinds of psycological reasons. But even more so because I go to it for solace and this is what it does to me! Gah!

Friday weigh-in

My number: 172.2. A tiny step in the right direction. I've been more dedicated to making time in the morning to exercise. This weekend I need to get healthy snacks to have around the house. 

Little Triumphs

Today the scale said:
178.5

Hooray! A loss! Even despite the cake and brownies I snuck this week. (Yes, I still have a lot of work to do on my diet.)

BUT! I was really proud of myself last night. I had made pan of brownies and, as always, thought, "I'll just have one, and then give the rest to my neighbors!" But it had been two days and between Jared and I, a whole row was gone. Jared had a busy day and left me home alone last night… with a woe-is-me attitude and a pan full of brownies.

Normally, I would wallow in my misery by eating one… or two… or four. But yesterday I pulled out the little plastic bags, emptied the pan into them, and dropped them off at our neighbors. I was really tempted to keep the last four when #5 didn’t answer. But I didn’t! I pulled out a post-it note and left them on the doorstep.

Sure that seems like a stupid little step to have made, but to me, it's a giant leap.