It's obvious. Every time I give myself permission to slack, or every time my bad attitude (often cycle-related) gets in the way of my goals, the scale suffers. After sitting pretty at 170 for a few days, eating sushi (in moderation--but not moderating the soy sauce like I should) and giving myself permission to eat fast food, the scale showed me 171.25 today.
Laaammmeee.
Water weight? I dunno.
PS: BF and I are pretty much patched up. YAY! Also, the extra calorie burn that comes from being "back to normal" with him is helping, too! (tee hee)
Friday, May 20, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
170?!?!
Holy crapfuck?!? I lost 15 pounds? In just under 14 weeks?
WHAT?!?!?!
We'll see on Thursday (my official "weigh-in" day) if this is a real number.
Weighing 170 makes me feel several things:
1) Almost to the 160s. I wonder how much time I'll spend there.
2) Oh god, oh god. I've lost 15lbs. I'm only 3.5lbs away from losing 10% of my starting weight.
3) I should start lifting weights more seriously. When I feel on my arms, I feel lots of fat. If all of that fat burns off, I'd have some damn scrawny arms. I never want to be scrawny. My legs/shoulders are super muscular. I need to develop my:
Biceps/Triceps/Delts
Lats
Glutes
Abs
4) According to BMI, I'm still 25lbs away from getting out of the "overweight" category. I've said goodbye to "obesity." 25lbs seems like a faaarrrr way to go, and it would only still put me at the cusp of "health" and "heifer."
5) I'm loving how exercise has so easily become incorporated into "routine." I don't dread it. I look forward to it. Even if most of the time, it's a 20-25 minute lunchtime cardio adventure.
6) I'm going to take photos every two weeks. I think it will help me better catalog my journey. Especially if I start to hit a plateau.
WHAT?!?!?!
We'll see on Thursday (my official "weigh-in" day) if this is a real number.
Weighing 170 makes me feel several things:
1) Almost to the 160s. I wonder how much time I'll spend there.
2) Oh god, oh god. I've lost 15lbs. I'm only 3.5lbs away from losing 10% of my starting weight.
3) I should start lifting weights more seriously. When I feel on my arms, I feel lots of fat. If all of that fat burns off, I'd have some damn scrawny arms. I never want to be scrawny. My legs/shoulders are super muscular. I need to develop my:
Biceps/Triceps/Delts
Lats
Glutes
Abs
4) According to BMI, I'm still 25lbs away from getting out of the "overweight" category. I've said goodbye to "obesity." 25lbs seems like a faaarrrr way to go, and it would only still put me at the cusp of "health" and "heifer."
5) I'm loving how exercise has so easily become incorporated into "routine." I don't dread it. I look forward to it. Even if most of the time, it's a 20-25 minute lunchtime cardio adventure.
6) I'm going to take photos every two weeks. I think it will help me better catalog my journey. Especially if I start to hit a plateau.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
170.75 and some early progress photos.
I was encouraged by a buddy to maybe take pictures every month? I'm not so sure that I'll do that, but I wanted to compare the starting vs. current photos now.
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| Front view; Left 171lbs, Right 180lbs |
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| Right side; Left 171, Right 180 |
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| Left Side: Left 171lbs, Right 180lbs |
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| Backside; Left 171, Right 180 |
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| Face front, Left 171, Right 180 |
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| Face Right; Left 171, Right 180 |
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| Face Left; Left 171, Right 180 |
Anyone see a difference? I sorta can.
Friday, May 13, 2011
??? Disappearing posts and my recently awful job.
Okay. So last time I posted, I wrote a long thing complaining about a problem with the BF. Yesterday, I couldn't log in to blogger (no one could for a while, apparently). Today, I show up, and that post is gone? I don't feel like rewriting it, and I don't have it saved anywhere.
SO, here it was in a nutshell. BF (who quit smoking in October) has been smoking for the last two months and hiding it from me. I got super upset because when I caught him, he lied about it, and then finally came clean. My own neuroticism (due to my history with my lyin' cheatin' ex husband) lead me to believe he was having an affair (he's not) and get SUPER upset about him lying to me and hiding it from me for so long. Especially since I'm pretty sure he knows that I wouldn't have even been all that upset about finding it out in the first place.
Anyhow, because I under eat when I'm stressed, I had a day where I worked out twice and ate less than 1100 calories. I decided to nip that in the bud right away, especially since BF and I are well on our way to working things out. I don't want to stall my healthy journey by being fatigued due to undereating.
At work, we're putting together all the final documents for submitting our recent research to a journal. It is a LOT of work. Everyone compiles their data into a document that should be uniform in format. However, my coworkers are idiots that don't understand "uniform" or "format" or "data," so I'm having to go through pages and pages of things that look like this:
1H NMR (500 MHz, CDCl3) δ = 7.41 – 7.21 (m, 7H), 7.22 – 7.16 (m, 2H), 6.35 (dd, J = 1.4, 6.1, 1H), 6.16 (qrt, J = 7.0, 1H), 5.94 (d, J = 6.1, 1H), 5.22 (s, 1H), 4.74 (dd, J = 3.4, 9.8, 1H), 3.95 (d, J = 16.1, 1H), 3.74 (d, J = 16.1, 1H), 2.54 (d, J = 9.8, 1H), 1.69 (d, J = 7.0, 3H). 13C NMR (126 MHz, CDCl3) δ = 166.99, 163.23, 137.78, 135.76, 135.11, 132.41, 131.73, 129.35, 129.01, 128.43, 128.31, 127.77, 127.45, 100.04, 94.18, 81.95, 78.16, 48.01, 43.13, 11.16.
And make it look like this:
1H NMR (500 MHz, CDCl3) δ = 7.41-7.21 (m, 7H), 7.22-7.16 (m, 2H), 6.35 (dd, J = 6.1, 1.4, 1H), 6.16 (q, J = 7.0, 1H), 5.94 (d, J = 6.1, 1H), 5.22 (s, 1H), 4.74 (dd, J = 9.8, 3.4, 1H), 3.95 (d, J = 16.1, 1H), 3.74 (d, J = 16.1, 1H), 2.54 (d, J = 9.8, 1H), 1.69 (d, J = 7.0, 3H). 13C NMR (126 MHz, CDCl3) δ = 167.0, 163.2, 137.8, 135.8, 135.1, 132.4, 131.7, 129.4, 129.0, 128.4, 128.3, 127.8, 127.5, 100.0, 94.2, 82.0, 78.2, 48.0, 43.1, 11.2.
I have to do tiny tiny things like changing the types of dashes used, italicize all the J's, reverse the orders of the constants, for example, changing (dd, J = 3.4, 9.8, 1H) to (dd, J = 9.8, 3.4, 1H), and changing all the two decimal place 13C to having only one decimal place. Oh, and did I mention that I have to count the number of H's represented and C's in each molecule (for example, this compound should have 20H's and 20 13C peaks. Oh, and I also have to make sure that the 1H data makes sense (for example, making sure that if a peak is a dd, that it has two J constants).
Obviously, each one of the TINY MOTHERFUCKING MINUSCULE DETAILS must be changed one by one. And because my boss doesn't trust the idiots that fucked it up the first time to fix it, it's MY JOB. Even though I tried to explain about 20 times the right format. And this sort of thing is not conducive to being active and on my feet all day like I'm used to. Unsurprisingly, I'm left MORE tired at the end of the day than when I'm up and about. I'm tired just writing this by now, so that'll be all until next time.
SO, here it was in a nutshell. BF (who quit smoking in October) has been smoking for the last two months and hiding it from me. I got super upset because when I caught him, he lied about it, and then finally came clean. My own neuroticism (due to my history with my lyin' cheatin' ex husband) lead me to believe he was having an affair (he's not) and get SUPER upset about him lying to me and hiding it from me for so long. Especially since I'm pretty sure he knows that I wouldn't have even been all that upset about finding it out in the first place.
Anyhow, because I under eat when I'm stressed, I had a day where I worked out twice and ate less than 1100 calories. I decided to nip that in the bud right away, especially since BF and I are well on our way to working things out. I don't want to stall my healthy journey by being fatigued due to undereating.
At work, we're putting together all the final documents for submitting our recent research to a journal. It is a LOT of work. Everyone compiles their data into a document that should be uniform in format. However, my coworkers are idiots that don't understand "uniform" or "format" or "data," so I'm having to go through pages and pages of things that look like this:
1H NMR (500 MHz, CDCl3) δ = 7.41 – 7.21 (m, 7H), 7.22 – 7.16 (m, 2H), 6.35 (dd, J = 1.4, 6.1, 1H), 6.16 (qrt, J = 7.0, 1H), 5.94 (d, J = 6.1, 1H), 5.22 (s, 1H), 4.74 (dd, J = 3.4, 9.8, 1H), 3.95 (d, J = 16.1, 1H), 3.74 (d, J = 16.1, 1H), 2.54 (d, J = 9.8, 1H), 1.69 (d, J = 7.0, 3H). 13C NMR (126 MHz, CDCl3) δ = 166.99, 163.23, 137.78, 135.76, 135.11, 132.41, 131.73, 129.35, 129.01, 128.43, 128.31, 127.77, 127.45, 100.04, 94.18, 81.95, 78.16, 48.01, 43.13, 11.16.
And make it look like this:
1H NMR (500 MHz, CDCl3) δ = 7.41-7.21 (m, 7H), 7.22-7.16 (m, 2H), 6.35 (dd, J = 6.1, 1.4, 1H), 6.16 (q, J = 7.0, 1H), 5.94 (d, J = 6.1, 1H), 5.22 (s, 1H), 4.74 (dd, J = 9.8, 3.4, 1H), 3.95 (d, J = 16.1, 1H), 3.74 (d, J = 16.1, 1H), 2.54 (d, J = 9.8, 1H), 1.69 (d, J = 7.0, 3H). 13C NMR (126 MHz, CDCl3) δ = 167.0, 163.2, 137.8, 135.8, 135.1, 132.4, 131.7, 129.4, 129.0, 128.4, 128.3, 127.8, 127.5, 100.0, 94.2, 82.0, 78.2, 48.0, 43.1, 11.2.
I have to do tiny tiny things like changing the types of dashes used, italicize all the J's, reverse the orders of the constants, for example, changing (dd, J = 3.4, 9.8, 1H) to (dd, J = 9.8, 3.4, 1H), and changing all the two decimal place 13C to having only one decimal place. Oh, and did I mention that I have to count the number of H's represented and C's in each molecule (for example, this compound should have 20H's and 20 13C peaks. Oh, and I also have to make sure that the 1H data makes sense (for example, making sure that if a peak is a dd, that it has two J constants).
Obviously, each one of the TINY MOTHERFUCKING MINUSCULE DETAILS must be changed one by one. And because my boss doesn't trust the idiots that fucked it up the first time to fix it, it's MY JOB. Even though I tried to explain about 20 times the right format. And this sort of thing is not conducive to being active and on my feet all day like I'm used to. Unsurprisingly, I'm left MORE tired at the end of the day than when I'm up and about. I'm tired just writing this by now, so that'll be all until next time.
Monday, May 09, 2011
Yikes!!!
So today, I weigh 171 lbs (BMI 29.3). WHAT THE HELL?!?!?! TO show you how crazy my weight loss pattern has been in the last month, have a look at this lovely graph:
Sorry about the image quality (clicking on it shows it much larger and clearer). Apparently, you can't save a "chart" as an image directly from excel. You have to paste it into MS Paint. At least, that's how my feeble computing skillz had me do it.
Also, you'll notice I added a ticker. Bonus: I'm growing out my hair (and hopefully, cutting out all color treatment of my hair), so the image of the gal on the bike with the long flowing locks seems appropriate.
Sad news about my hair, though. So during my divorce, I decided I needed a change. My hair is naturally a dark ash blonde/light ash brown color. "Hair-colored-hair." I had dyed it dark brown for YEARS upon years. I bleached the shit out of it and toned it to a light ash blonde in the hope of getting close to my natural color again (because the stark blonde roots against the dark brown hair was a nasty look. And growing it out with such a harsh demarcation was out of the question). Obviously, it fried the shit out of my hair, and I cut it from armpit length to just below chin length. In the ensuing months, it became obvious that I had aimed WAYYY too light. My darker roots were just showing through like mad. And again, I hit a point where I needed a change. With such light blonde hair, I felt like I looked SOOO young. With my big cherubic cheeks, I just looked like a doll (and not in a good way). I had also lost a lot of weight at that time (this is in the late spring/early summer of 2010), and I felt like a VIXEN.
Also, you'll notice I added a ticker. Bonus: I'm growing out my hair (and hopefully, cutting out all color treatment of my hair), so the image of the gal on the bike with the long flowing locks seems appropriate.
Sad news about my hair, though. So during my divorce, I decided I needed a change. My hair is naturally a dark ash blonde/light ash brown color. "Hair-colored-hair." I had dyed it dark brown for YEARS upon years. I bleached the shit out of it and toned it to a light ash blonde in the hope of getting close to my natural color again (because the stark blonde roots against the dark brown hair was a nasty look. And growing it out with such a harsh demarcation was out of the question). Obviously, it fried the shit out of my hair, and I cut it from armpit length to just below chin length. In the ensuing months, it became obvious that I had aimed WAYYY too light. My darker roots were just showing through like mad. And again, I hit a point where I needed a change. With such light blonde hair, I felt like I looked SOOO young. With my big cherubic cheeks, I just looked like a doll (and not in a good way). I had also lost a lot of weight at that time (this is in the late spring/early summer of 2010), and I felt like a VIXEN.
Sunday, May 08, 2011
172.75
That's what I weighed in at yesterday. I rode my bike to the gym, did some weights (triceps and chest) and a little bit more cardio before riding my bike home. It felt good to use my muscles again. It also felt good to feel like I'm heading in the right direction again with my weight loss.
I'm slowly making my way back towards eating healthier. Sort of. Yesterday, I hadn't eaten very may calories by the time dinner rolled around. D and I went to my favorite Indian buffet. I did a really good job of sticking to healthier choices (nothing fried, nothing with thick creamy sauces, plenty of veggies). I only ate a few bites of naan, but I did have a banana lassi. In all, I ate a LOT of calories anyway in that sitting, but I did end up sticking to my daily calorie goal.
I cooked up some BIG batches of food, so I've been encouraged to (and enthused about, really) eat at home.
SO! I intend to just get better and building and keeping healthy habits. It's so hard not to feel DEPRIVED when I avoid foods that are...troublesome (like french fries, for example). I'm working on both adjusting my mindset and doing various things to avoid binging (which is basically what I did about a week ago).
I'm slowly making my way back towards eating healthier. Sort of. Yesterday, I hadn't eaten very may calories by the time dinner rolled around. D and I went to my favorite Indian buffet. I did a really good job of sticking to healthier choices (nothing fried, nothing with thick creamy sauces, plenty of veggies). I only ate a few bites of naan, but I did have a banana lassi. In all, I ate a LOT of calories anyway in that sitting, but I did end up sticking to my daily calorie goal.
I cooked up some BIG batches of food, so I've been encouraged to (and enthused about, really) eat at home.
SO! I intend to just get better and building and keeping healthy habits. It's so hard not to feel DEPRIVED when I avoid foods that are...troublesome (like french fries, for example). I'm working on both adjusting my mindset and doing various things to avoid binging (which is basically what I did about a week ago).
Monday, May 02, 2011
Something about Wagons?
So I weighed in at 174.75 today. DANNGEERROUSLY close to 175.
I have officially fallenoff the bandwagon off the beaten path short of my goals off of my bicycle in a few ways (a new and improved metaphor! See below for details).
1) I ate some fried food.
2) I succumbed to the desire to eat Taco Bell (wth!?!?!)
3) I have not been exercising 5 days a week like I had hoped I would be doing.
SO! Back on the...wagon? Why is that even used? People only talk about "the wagon" when they're wanting to get back on it. But when someone's doing good and sticking to their plan, do they really say they're on a wagon?
To me, being "on a wagon" implies that something (a parent, a horse/donkey/mule, a vehicle of some sort) is doing the hard work. So when I'm doing a good job at this weight loss business, I'm not sitting back and letting someone/something else do the hard work--I'm doing it.
Additionally, a wagon is so far removed from modern society's luxuries that the use of it doesn't bring an actual "wagon" to mind, just the idea of a journey, maybe? Back on the road? On the beaten path? But again, that implies that the route is already forged.
I hereby retire the phrase "Back on the wagon." While I'm at it, I will also retire the term "happy camper."
So I'm back on the (metaphor), and here's what I'm gonna do:
1) I'm going to be more strict with logging my calories (I skipped more than a few things on my food log these last two weeks). And by "more strict" I mean I'm not going to skip anything. AT. ALL.
2) I'm going to re-start my 5-x-a-week-for-12-weeks goal (of exercise). I did two weeks in a row of 4 days a week, promising myself to add an extra workout in the following week. No more of that. I won't bargain with myself anymore here.
3) I'm going to cook meals at home at least twice a week. I let myself slack on this, and I suffered the consequences (and so did my wallet). If I cook two big meals a week, end up with enough food for lunches and dinners for the whole week.
A mini-goal is to save money this month. I think the cooking will definitely help.
All right, guys. Back on the bicycle for me! (HA! An exercise-based thingie that is powered by me and helps me move forward. Way better than any sort of silly wagon. Plus I actually want to bike to my gym anyway, so....ba-DOW).
I have officially fallen
1) I ate some fried food.
2) I succumbed to the desire to eat Taco Bell (wth!?!?!)
3) I have not been exercising 5 days a week like I had hoped I would be doing.
SO! Back on the...wagon? Why is that even used? People only talk about "the wagon" when they're wanting to get back on it. But when someone's doing good and sticking to their plan, do they really say they're on a wagon?
To me, being "on a wagon" implies that something (a parent, a horse/donkey/mule, a vehicle of some sort) is doing the hard work. So when I'm doing a good job at this weight loss business, I'm not sitting back and letting someone/something else do the hard work--I'm doing it.
Additionally, a wagon is so far removed from modern society's luxuries that the use of it doesn't bring an actual "wagon" to mind, just the idea of a journey, maybe? Back on the road? On the beaten path? But again, that implies that the route is already forged.
I hereby retire the phrase "Back on the wagon." While I'm at it, I will also retire the term "happy camper."
So I'm back on the (metaphor), and here's what I'm gonna do:
1) I'm going to be more strict with logging my calories (I skipped more than a few things on my food log these last two weeks). And by "more strict" I mean I'm not going to skip anything. AT. ALL.
2) I'm going to re-start my 5-x-a-week-for-12-weeks goal (of exercise). I did two weeks in a row of 4 days a week, promising myself to add an extra workout in the following week. No more of that. I won't bargain with myself anymore here.
3) I'm going to cook meals at home at least twice a week. I let myself slack on this, and I suffered the consequences (and so did my wallet). If I cook two big meals a week, end up with enough food for lunches and dinners for the whole week.
A mini-goal is to save money this month. I think the cooking will definitely help.
All right, guys. Back on the bicycle for me! (HA! An exercise-based thingie that is powered by me and helps me move forward. Way better than any sort of silly wagon. Plus I actually want to bike to my gym anyway, so....ba-DOW).
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