Week 2 brought amazing results for me. I was able to lose 100 pounds. I also grew my hair out and discovered the fountain of youth. What a great week! Check out my picture!
Okay, I guess I probably didn't fool anyone. Darn. Even though this isn't how I look, I still lost four pounds, which is 1.82% of my body weight. That's a total of 10 pounds lost in two weeks, which is 4.42%! Yeah!
Being down four pounds was a nice surprise this morning when I weighed in. I weigh myself each morning when I arrive at work, and this whole week I've been misreading my scale. I've been using the non-digital scale, so it's difficult to see exactly where the pin lands. I thought I either stayed at the same weight or lost only a half pound. Either way, it was good motivation to keep making good food choices and to not overeat.
I think the shirts I wear also make a difference in how I look, and ultimately how I feel. Last week's shirt seemed to cover more of my curves. Shirts like that make me feel more confident. I need more of them.
I look so tired in these pictures. As much as it might seem like I love getting these pictures taken, I don't. I know I'll get more energy as I lose more weight. I wish it could happen overnight.
My fat seems to be feeling different. It's difficult to describe, but I feel like it's becoming more loose, like it's not as compact. I have two pairs of jeans...one is size 20 from Maurices that is huge. I hate wearing them because they practically fall off. You'll know when I wear these jeans because I'm constantly adjusting them. The other pair is a size 18 from Old Navy. I like them, but buttoning them makes my lower belly fat even more pronounced (yuck!), and I also get a muffin top. I love muffins. That's how I got myself in this mess.
My hope is to lose 50 pounds to start. I would love to be back to what I weighed in high school, which was 135. 135!!!! I shouldn't compare anything to my high school days...it was so long ago. I turned 34 years old today. Not sure how I feel about that yet.
My husband is taking me out to eat tonight, and I fully plan on gorging myself like a gluttonous pig until I feel sick. I can hardly wait!! :) Chow, people. Oops, I mean ciao!
The first week of my weight-loss challenge is over, and I'm proud to announce that I've lost six pounds, which is 2.65% of my body weight! Way to go, me! I want to celebrate with a big, greasy dinner.
I couldn't really think of anything specific to say about this past week, so I'll leave you with a few thoughts that just ran through my head:
Why the heck is my face so red? It's been like this all day.
Ja-ja-ja-jelly belllllyyyyy! I want boobs again.
I want to join a fitness center, but just for the tanning. Don't judge.
The girl that took my picture said, "I like your peacock shirt."
I think I have one of those bodies where the middle gets fat like a beer barrel, but the arms and legs stay skinny. I think that's called "skinny fat". I am skinny fat, except basically more fat with chicken ankles. I better stop.
I never mentioned that I'm 5'9". I used to be 5'10".
One of my favorite movies is "The Incredible Shrinking Woman" with Lily Tomlin. I also want her giant rocking chair.
I'll be 34 in a week!
I like my new haircut and wish you could see the peek-a-boo violet highlights in these pics. Next time I'm getting either purple, blue, or pink. "Go big or go home," as I always say. Never.
The lady that did my hair is like a crack dealer. She gave me my first cut and color free and now I'm addicted. I see how you are!
Someone on Facebook just mentioned wanting M&M's, and now I want them. Sigh. But I'm "watching what I eat." I'll watch it all the way to the bank is what I'll do!
I just ate a BLT for lunch and my gums feel all cut up. But it was totally worth it.
I like cooking bacon in the oven on a cookie sheet.
BACON! Good God...it all points back to bacon. :D
Hopefully I will continue to eat healthier so I can lose weight at next week's weigh-in, too. On the agenda...drink water and check out the company's fitness room.
This blog was written candidly and on my own terms, while realizing some people reading this struggle with their own weight issues. This post wasn't intended to make fun of anyone or dismiss real medical problems. I'm the fattest I've ever been and it's time to be completely honest with myself.
I'm hooked on shows about fat people. It's like watching Hoarders. You're more comfortable with the mess you live in when you can compare it to the hoard that someone else is living in. Seeing someone's 600-lb life makes me think I'm okay because I'm nowhere near that size. When I look in the mirror, I have nothing to compare myself to. I don't notice the weight going on and I don't notice the subtle changes my body is making over time. I imagine myself to look the way I did in high school. But when I see myself next to someone smaller or in shape, I'm absolutely horrified. Ignorance is bliss, but I've been an idiot. This whole time I've convinced myself that I look like Dr. Jekyll, but the truth is, I've knowingly let Mr. Hyde take over. I've known for many years that I need to get my weight under control, but if I don't acknowledge that anything is wrong, then it's not, right?
Becoming one of those people I watch on TV could be easy - I love food! I'm overweight because I love to eat. I love the taste and textures of food and I'm okay with eating when I'm not hungry. One of my weaknesses is salt. My husband has always joked that he's going to give me a salt lick for my birthday.
On a shopping trip with a girlfriend a few years ago, the topic of weight surfaced. She was hesitant to try on anything that was semi-tight because it would reveal her extra weight. She quickly added that she knew she wasn't fooling anyone...clothes don't make a fat person look skinny and you can't hide how big you are. That conversation is something I haven't forgotten. I'm reminded of it daily when I pick out clothes to try to hide myself.
So...I'm on a new, yet familiar journey to lose the extra weight and get my body back. I'm participating in a "Chub Club" at work and will be weighing in each week. My starting weight is, gasp...226 pounds! I had my third baby in October 2012 and people tell me that it's okay to be heavier because I just had another baby. The truth is, I've had plenty of time to drop the extra weight, but instead, I've been gaining. I can't believe it. Wait, yes I can. I think about my weight every time I'm eating and shoveling more food in well after I'm full. I swear some days I can actually feel my fat cells getting bigger. It's time to deal with this issue head on.
Here are the pictures of me from this morning's weigh-in.
I can't believe I included that last picture. That's just downright gross. But I suppose that's what people see when I sit down. I can't see it from that angle, so I pretend it's not there.
I want to add that I'm STARVING right now. My stomach is growling. And no, I'm not starving myself. My gluttonous stomach just wants more! I've been a food beast. This is how I imagine myself to be treating food lately.
I'll be weighing in each week and blogging my results. I'd love to lose at least 50 pounds and get back to the weight I was at before I had three kids. I'm done having kids and am ready to look good again. It helps that we're on a very strict budget right now (finally going to make headway on some debt, I'll blog about that, too), so eating out isn't an option. My prediction is that I'll lose seven pounds the first week. Cross your fingers for me!
