Starting over

Well, a lot happens in a few months.

Promotion at work.

New boyfriend.  Actually, he is the man of my dreams, the Mr. Chihuly glass blower.

Writing goals/challenges.  Novel isn’t going to write itself.

All good things that have stopped this little blog in its tracks.

I stepped on the scale to find myself heavier than I have ever been in my life.  Worse than the weeks after Gran died.  Call it happy weight. 157 lbs just now.  Granted, I fluctuate give or take 5 pounds of water weight during the month.  Pants that were once loose now nearly buckle at the seams. Blouses that used to be loose now fit me worse than sausage casings.  You can see it in my face.  I’m getting fat around the jowls.

But it’s been a lot of eating out, a lot of me cooking in using tasty, but high caloric meals laced with butter and cream or both and/or cheese.  Penne with vodka cream sauce, crock pot lasagne, chicken franchisee, chicken piccata, grilled sage chicken, grilled flank steak, grilled Delmonico steak, lots of El Diablo Burrito, Chinese take out, Vietnamese, fantastic Argentine food for our six months together, far too many cafe mochas and frappucinos at Starbucks in the B&N, bagels for breakfast, no limit on my carbs.

Then there was the pear pie.  Which was supposed to make it into work with him to his job #2, but never made it past his apartment door.  He did not feel guilty at all.  I still don’t think he’s told them that there was ever a pie.  Pie?  What pie?

But I love seeing people eat my food all relaxed and happy and smiling.  Especially him.

Yet, we both admit we have a problem, our bodies were never meant to be at their current size.  Our knees, if they aren’t already, will be suffering the worse for wear very soon.

Did I mention that there is a banana bread resting at this very minute on my kitchen stove?  Work potluck.

Something needs to change.  He went for a bike ride without me since I had Bibles Study at my house, which has turned into more of a prayer group.  So that’s something.  My bike is in his basement.  It is shiny and new and ridden two or three times.  I look like an imbecile when I ride, and when I nearly crash into things.

I was thinking of joining planet fitness with him and doing their circle of circuit training, kind of like Curves but co-ed.

I’ve done couch to 5k, but made it to week 6, but no further due to vacations and losing the motivation.

But it’s good to have a goal again.

Photos and log start again tomorrow.  40 pounds in 40 weeks again.  And this time, that’s probably not as aggressive as it once sounded.  The weight part of happy weight has to go.  I bet the happy is here to stay.