W1D3: Thursday, January 3, 2013

Stats: W2D1

  • 154 lbs
  • 35.5%Body Fat
  • 84 RHR














Thankful of going home in sunset, not darkness. The sky is dark, then blue, with a glow of pink, yellow and then orange-red at the horizon. Winter cold is here, bun the light is returning.


W1D2: Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Stats: W1D2

  • 156 lbs
  • 36% Body Fat
  • RHR












For friends who stop to chat at the gym. Thankful for friends who remember me in Hong Kong and bring back something for me unexpectedly.

Week 1, Day 1: Happy New Year!



  • 156lbs
  • 34% body fat (according to the Taylor Body Fat Analyzer Scale I think it is this one).
  • Resting HR: 86 bpm

I took photos of myself from the neck down, they are so not going up here and are for my records only.

Food Log:

Not shown:

  • Carrots
  • One bite of pretzel rolled in melted peanut chips and mini chocolate chips (Seriously it was only one bite – the SO ate the rest)
  • Green tea


Thankful for B&D hosting a hushed NYE party, where we whispered the countdown to avoid waking the 8-month-old baby upstairs.



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.

Look What I Did!

I know, I know, I’ve been gone awhile. The weight keeps going up and down, and so there didn’t seem to be any reason to be posting the same thing as before. But I have real progress now to show you all. Behold, I shall tell you a story.

I went on a cleaning binge a couple of weeks ago because I felt inspired. And I came up with 2 boxes worth of stuff.

Not bad for a couple hours worth of work.

One was a box of books…

(Don’t worry – the copy of “Little Women” is a duplicate. I wouldn’t be getting rid of that one. And if I ever want to read either “Little Men” or “To Kill A Mockingbird” again,  I plan to get them from the library.)

The second box was full of “stuff”…

(Stuff like a jump rope, lamp, picture frame, DVDs, shoes and underneath it all, clothes.)

I moved them out of my bedroom (boy, did it feel good!) and into my brother’s until I knew what to do with them.

Cut to the next weekend (last weekend). A friend of mine said she was planning to have a yard sale for Haiti this coming weekend and did anyone have stuff they want to donate?

My response?

“Oooh!! Pick me, pick me!!” *waves hands*

After a quick few phone calls & texts, it was all arranged.

Thankfully, I had the forethought to weigh it all before I turned it over.

And the grand total?

The box of books = 27.4 lbs.
The box of “stuff” = 14.8 lbs.

Yours truly has already gotten rid of approximately 42 lbs. worth of stuff!

This is not counting the 4 lbs. of stuff I gave away to my nephew at his first birthday party, or the 4 lbs. of stuff I gave away to my parents for their anniversary. Neither is it counting the stuff that I still have plans to give away (i.e., Christmas presents).

In a word = YAY!

(I will say this – it was hard to give the books away. But I have SO many of them, and there were quite a few that I will probably never read. And if by chance I do feel the need to read them, I’d rather borrow them from the library first.)


“Life is short. Read fast.”

Crazy Week!

I’m back down to 4 pounds lost since my doctor’s appointment, bringing my grand total of weight loss thus far to 11 pounds. Need to keep plugging away at it.

In the meantime, my week was interrupted by an earthquake, and I’ve got a hurricane coming to deal with. How was everyone else’s?


“Facepalm – Because expressing how dumb that was in words just doesn’t cut it.”

How’s It Coming?

Progress is slow of late. Last week, I stepped on the scale to see myself down 3 pounds, only to step on it this week to see myself having gained 2 back. I’m not too worried, for I have a feeling I know exactly what it is.

As far as actual “stuff” goes, that’s a bit better. Spent a good portion of this afternoon in my office sorting through old files that ought to not have been kept, and tossed and/or recycled a *whole* bunch. For instance, the four (count ’em, 4) very old Yellow Pages. I’m sorry, but I don’t need to have the Yellow Pages from 5+ years ago. This counts, right?

Random: Why does it always decide to start raining right at 5 o’clock? *ponders*


“How’s it coming? Slower than I expected, but faster than humanly possible.”

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