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.

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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.)

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“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?

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“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*

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

More than Weight to Lose

And something to gain too, while I’m at it.

The first half of my week was taken up in doctor’s appointments and blood work. The results came back for the blood work. And the verdict is…

My vitamin D count is low and needs to come up.

My cholesterol is a tad bit higher than what is considered normal, and in my opinion (which isn’t shared by the doctor at the moment, mind you) needs to come down.

So, add in vitamin D, cut out foods that are bad for the high cholesterol, lose weight… anything else?

The vitamin D count needs to come up at least 11 points to be considered normal, and the bad cholesterol should come down by 20 points, and my total cholesterol ought to come down 10-15.

I should be able to tell how I’ll be doing with all this in 12 weeks’ time, as the doctor’s ordered more blood work then.

For the record, I’ve lost 3 pounds. At least that’s something, right?

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“Enough. I shall be myself again.”

Well, I’m Back…

…and not entirely pleased with what the scale said when I stepped on it. Oh well. Was I missed? I’m not as brave as Miss AO in giving out actual numbers, but I will say that I gained more than 5. Boo.

I will give more details of how the trip went later, but for now, I will say that I had a doctor’s appointment this morning and the verdict was at least 17 pounds. That’s how much I need to loose in order to be a healthy (according to my doctor’s opinion) weight. I think it’s reasonable, and truth-be-told, it was what I was aiming for anyway. I figured I might as well ask while I had his attention. I was glad to see that at least we were both on the same page.

And I got myself a tall iced white chocolate mocha to reward myself for it and all the other doctor’s appointments I’ve got this week. At least it was with non-fat milk and no whipped topping, right?

PS – Bonus geek points if you know where the title quote comes from…

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“I will now bring you up to speed. I know nothing. Now you are up to speed.”

Is this thing on?

Testing, testing…

Oh, hello, world. Miss AO invited me to join her on this little venture, and it intrigued me enough to say, “I would love to!”

Of course, I said that after she convinced me that I didn’t need to try and loose 40 pounds of myself. I think if I tried to loose 40 pounds, I’d end up scaring a lot of people. I lost 20 pounds once and someone told me I looked sickly then. I can’t imagine what they’d say if I lost 40.

I will however, be loosing at least a total of 40 pounds of … something. Be it from myself, or from my bedroom, or wherever. I keep meaning to simplify and get started very nicely, and then fizzle out. Maybe this will keep me motivated? Here’s hoping.

What’s prompted this little endeavor? A variety of reasons that I am sure I will be going into more detail as the next weeks and months unfold. How much weight to I intend to loose? I set myself the goal to try and loose a total of 25 pounds (at least to begin with) back in March. I’ve lost 12 of that so far, and I don’t intend to stop. So we’ll make the weight portion of my goal an even 15 pounds (for addition purposes; Math and I don’t typically get along very well). The rest of the 40 pounds I will make up in other things. (I guess this means the 12 pounds I’ve lost since March won’t count towards my 40, will they?)

To give you a bit more background, I’m a friend of Miss AO’s from church. I love to read, watch movies, listen to music, crochet, hang out with friends, spend time with family, drink coffee and/or tea, laugh, smile, hold my niece & nephews and have only recently become (slightly) addicted to Zumba. I tend to geek out about things, so don’t be surprised if one day I don’t just randomly post about something geeky that makes me extremely happy (like the fact that I just got a laptop case for my new-to-me laptop [which shall forever henceforth be known as “Neville”] yesterday for dirt cheap! Woohoo!). I would also consider myself a writer of sorts, though do not ask me to share with you anything just yet; I’m rather shy about it. In my spare time, I work as an administrative assistant. And I think that’s enough to be going on with for the moment.

I won’t be around much for the next week, as I’ll be heading out of town for a vacation up to Maine with family. We’ll be hiking and camping, and doing all sorts of fun exploring. I fully intend to weigh myself before I go and after I get back.

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“Don’t point. You’ll poke holes in the air and all the faeries will escape.”

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