Tuesday, June 24, 2008

One down, four to go

One night of Vacation Bible School down, 4 to go. Last night went pretty well if I do say so myself. It's one of those things where the preparation is the hard part. The night flowed pretty well. Four more nights to go though.

Today is a great day! It's the first day in a long time where I haven't had something I have to do or somewhere I have to go. The kids and I went to Jazzercise this morning and then CAME HOME! Can you believe it? Woohoo! Now wingnut is watching Spongebob and I'm getting ready to make lunch. I'm debating between a turkey sandwich (which is what I typically have) or the new Healthy Choice soup that I bought yesterday. It's Chicken Tortilla. It's the first time I've seen it in the store and I'm curious how it tastes. I know I like the Beef Pot Roast. I used to eat it on the days that I worked because it was easy to take with me. The Minestrone is okay. I bought it last week by mistake and while it was good, it wasn't as good as the Beef Pot Roast. So it's between the turkey sandwich and the soup. And I'll make a nice fruit salad with the kiwi, strawberries and bananas I bought yesterday.

Speaking of Jazzercise (I did mention it somewhere in this post right? So technically we were speaking of it??)...I'm going to be a class manager starting next week. I'm pretty excited because not only will I get my Jazszercise for free, I'll also get to meet new people. It's hard for me to get to know people really well in an environment like Jazzercise. I'm not one for small talk AT ALL. It just sounds so fake when I try it. I can't just strike up a conversation with someone on my way out with a "Great class, huh?" or "I can't believe it's so hot already!" I'm a reasonable friendly person, I just don't like to talk unless I have something to say that I think people will care about. So it usually takes me a long time to get to know people. But since I'm going to be a class manager, I'll get to talk t o everyone who comes.

Eating has been pretty good this week. I had my typical breakfast yesterday of 2 lightly salted rice cakes with a tbsp of peanut butter. The peanut butter is the key. I can usually make it until lunch with that breakfast. Lunch was a turkey sandwich, some baked Cheetos and a WW yogurt. The Cherry Cheesecake one. It is just about the most awesomest thing ever. If you haven't tried it, you MUST do so...wiki wiki. (Wiki Wiki is Hawaiian for quickly by the way. One of the many things I've learned at Vacation Bible School so far! :) ) Dinner was another turkey sandwich, chips and some grapes. I had a fruit kebob left over from the kids' snacks and a peanut butter cookie. The workers are fed at church so I didn't have too much of a choice about dinner. That's why I had 2 turkey sandwiches yesterday. Tonight is hot dogs which I'm not thrilled about but I also don't have time to make dinner here so...it is what it is.

Anyway, I think I've gone on long enough. The wingnut wants lunch and I should feed myself and the girlie too. Apparently kids need to be fed on a regular basis. Who knew?

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Wholly Heck is it Saturday already?

I can't believe how fast the past week has gone. Is this what working life is like? I remember working. I did it for a few years before I had children. I actually had adult conversations with people, and I had complete phone conversations without someone needing their butt wiped or a refill of grape juice.

As I mentioned before, I hung at out the church office this week answering the phone and doing random office duties. Like printing things and signing for packages. Good times.

I think I also mentioned the three pounds that I found last weekend. Well as of Friday they're mostly gone. But I've decided to stop stepping on the scale on Monday. I know daily weighing works for some people but it just makes me neurotic. Here's why:
If my weight is up on Monday, then I freak out and get really strict for the whole week. If I'm not up on Monday, then I allow myself a little leeway here and there and then I end up being up on Friday. If that happens, then I get really strict through the weekend and whole next week and weigh every day until the scale starts going down again. And seriously, all this anguish is usually only over about 1-2 pounds. What's up with that?? Why not just weigh on Friday like I'm supposed to and then eat RESPONSIBLY (there's a concept) for the whole week. Then *theoretically* there should be no surprises the next Friday when I weigh again. Ugh. I'm a basket case. Please tell me I'm not alone. Help me out here. Lie to me if you have to. I'm okay with that.

So this week I was pretty good. I stayed OP all week pretty much. I don't really count points anymore. I usually eat the same thing for breakfast and lunch and I have a variety of recipes I use that are in a certain point range so I know approximately how many points I've eaten but not exactly. I also went to Jazzercise 4 days. The good thing is that I'm feeling it. My butt muscles are sore. My triceps are sore. And don't even get me started on my abs. Even though I was working out 3 days a week, I wasn't feeling it anymore and now I am so that must mean something's working right? It's also nice to workout without having to worry about what the kids are doing. Jazzercise has child care so it's truly MY time. When I worked out at home it was when Lulu was sleeping in the next room. Wingnut would play downstairs and I was always worried that I would wake Lulu up or Wingnut would stomp up the stairs and wake her up before I got done. Now I can workout without any worries *and* still get stuff done while the girlie naps.

Alright. I should go and rustle up some grub. I'm so on top of things. I already have some ground beef/turkey ready for dinner. All I have to do is throw it together with something and it's good to go. So why is my dad suggesting pizza as I'm typing this? This may get ugly folks...

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Happy Tuesday!

Is it? Is it really a happy Tuesday? I hope it is for you. I got my hair cut this morning so that's always a good day.

This week is going to be busy. I'm working at church this week answering phones because our secretary is out of town. Next week is Vacation Bible School (which my friend and I are in charge of) so this week is busy planning and getting everything together to make sure we don't make a complete mess of everything. This is our first year doing it so I'm sure we'll learn a lot (and not necessarily in a good way). So all of this working and planning makes it very hard for me to get to Jazzercise. I went yesterday. I'm thinking about going tonight after I go home and make dinner. Then the fam can eat while I go get my groove on.

I really need to go after the weekend I had. It was, shall we say, out of control. Well not the whole weekend, just Friday and Sunday. Friday night we went out and spent an outrageous amount of money and POINTS at the sushi buffet. But oh my...It was so good. I only went back for seconds but my plate was pretty full. I did, however, make sure to have two big helpings of steamed veggies. So then, instead of taking advantage of the dessert buffet (which was already included in the outrageous sushi buffet price), we decided to go across town to the local ice cream store complete with the slab of marble used to mix delicious treats in with the scoop of ice cream as big as my son's head. And again we paid an obscene amount of money for calories, fat and high fructose corn syrup in the form of birthday cake ice cream with cookie dough mixed in. Oy. Then Sunday. Father's Day. Steak. Salad. Potatoes. Bread. Enough said. I jumped on the scale yesterday morning to see the damage. I was up 3.5 pounds from Friday. Again I'll say, I really need to go to Jazzercise tonight. The past three weeks have been crazy with a weekend away and two weeks of company and I think it's all starting to catch up to me. I got back OP yesterday and I already feel better. I'm sure some of the 3.5 pounds is water so hopefully the scale will right itself by Friday.

Tomorrow is movie day. Yay! One of the movie theaters here shows kids movies every Tuesday and Wednesday for 50 cents. It's a great, cheap way to get out of the house and stay out of the heat. Tomorrow is Alvin and the Chipmunks. Love that movie!

Friday, June 13, 2008

So glad it's Friday - Sushi night

Jazzercise again this morning. I love Jazzercise! I had forgotten how much I loved it until I joined again last week. Billy Blanks and I used to have a standing appointment every Monday, Wednesday and Friday but he just wasn't doing it for me anymore so I had to move on. So that's why I joined Jazzercise. And I'm so happy I did. I went four days last week and four days this week and I feel awesome!

So here's my question...will I ever stop thinking about food all the time? Seriously folks, I've been doing this for 18 months now and I really thought I'd be over my obsession with food. It's like when you've broken up with someone but you really wish you could get back together. You remember all the good times you had and conveniently forget about the really rotten ones. You think if you could try it again you could maybe do it right this time. And you want to call them just to hear their voice on the answering machine. It's like that with me. I think about food. I think about all the good times I've had eating ice cream. The good old days when life was simple and breakfast was leftover pizza or potato chips and ranch dip. Couldn't we try again? Couldn't I make it work this time? Couldn't I just have a bite of this and a bite of that and it wouldn't get ugly?

No. It wouldn't work. It just wouldn't. But I still want one of those Oreos up on the top shelf of the pantry. I want a PB&J sandwich. I want some graham cracker sticks. I want a little bit of everything that's in the house right now. Why? It's not the dreaded TOM. It's just my obsession with food. Something that I'll probably be dealing with for the rest of my life. Because I. Love. Food.

Anyway, what else is going on...I had Mimi's for lunch today! I love Mimi's. If you don't have a Mimi's where you are I am so sorry. My dad's girlfriend is in town and she tried Mimi's for the first time last week and had to go back before she left. I was pretty good. I had the chicken and fruit platter. A little chicken, a little fruit and a lot of big leafy greens. YUM-O! Aren't I so good and disciplined?? Not so much. In the interest of full disclosure, we did have fried pickles for an appetizer AND I had half of a buttermilk spice muffin but today is Friday. My cheat day. I let myself indulge a little bit on Fridays since it's my weigh-in day. And tonight is sushi! I'm so excited. What a great day.

Okay - I think that's enough for now. I'll come back tomorrow and tell you about the documentary I watched the other night on the BBC called Super Skinny Me. Have you seen it? Eye-opening for sure. More on that tomorrow.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

First Post - I'm joining the blog community

Hi all!

I thought I'd try my hand at this blogging thing. I've been stalking a bunch of really funny ladies for about a year now and decided I should come out of the shadows and join the ranks.

Here's my story:
About a year and a half ago my husband's work was having a Christmas party. I decided since I had just had a baby about 4 months prior that I deserved a new outfit for our first overnight "date" since the baby. So I ventured out to buy some new pants for the occasion and realized that I no longer fit into the 16Ws that I wore before I got pregnant. Nor did I fit into 18W. Nope. But I did fit into 20Ws. Oh happy day.

I decided that day that I would never buy another pair of pants that size again. Ever. So I joined Weight Watchers three days later. Why did I join WW three days before the Christmas party you ask? I have no idea. I was desperate. I decided my goal would be 64 pounds. That would bring me from the 224 where I started to 160. I figured I'd be comfortable with that.

So over the next several months I was very strict with myself - and the pounds came off...and so did the points! But I kept going...and going. And by August I had reached my goal!

Over the next several months I decided I'd keep trying to lose and see if I could lose 5 more pounds. When I got there I challenged myself to lose 5 more. And 5 more. And by November I had lost another 20 pounds. And that's where I've been since then.

So why am I making a weight loss blog? I'm not trying to lose any more weight.

But I am trying to maintain. And maintenance is just as hard, if not harder than losing. There's so much psychological turmoil involved that I needed an outlet. My husband is probably sick of hearing about it, although he'd never say it God bless him. My friends who are trying to lose weight certainly don't want to hear about it. So I figured maybe whoever's reading this does!

Anyway, I guess that's enough for my first post. I'll see you all again...maybe tomorrow.