Fat Mommy

WIW #27

Starting Weight: 210 (Estimate for new scale)

Last week: 183.6

This week: 179.0

Difference:  4.6

Total Loss:  - 31! 

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HOLY CRAP. 

OK, to review I didn’t technically lose anything during the two weeks prior to this weigh-in.  I must have lost some last week but it didn’t show up on the scale (I blame water).  My eating has been pretty stellar this week - I’ve really watched my snacking, NO late night eating, I’ve been pretty active (running and doing some walking), and I’ve been throwing back water.  

I’m apprehensive about getting  too excited about this, but I’m still pretty pumped.  I’ve crossed over into the 170’s twice before and bounced back up a pound or two (or four).  I’m going to work hard this week to make sure that doesn’t happen this time. 

Third time’s a charm, right? 

• WIW

The past 5 days have been insane.  Good, but insane. 

I’m home this morning with a sick kiddo, but I’m planning a 3 mile run later.  Back at it! 

Oh, Baby.

My god daughter was born this morning by emergency C-section. Both mommy and baby are fine now but it made for a pretty terrifying morning. My drive from OKC to Dallas took about 7 minutes and that includes time spent looking for a parking space at the hospital.

Baby is beautiful and very, very smart.

She takes after me, obviously.

WIW #26

Starting Weight: 210 (Estimate for new scale)

Last week: 183.6

This week: 183.6

Difference:  0

Total Loss:  - 26.4

Well, that’s a pisser but I’m not really bothered by it.  I could have gotten more activity in last week and I didn’t.  Eating has been pretty good and I’m tracking my food intake every day (helps me so much).  This is a process and I’ll get there. 

• WIW

Monday, Monday

It poured all weekend long and I was too much of a pansy to go run.  In my defense, it was raining kittens and I didn’t want to get scratched or knocked out by pneumonia. What? I am a delicate flower (see pansy reference in the first sentence of this post for proof).  

I wish I could say that I spent the weekend on the elliptical and killing myself with Jillian Michaels videos.  I didn’t.  Instead, I watched the Sooners kick the shit out of Texas and I watched 12 episodes of Breaking Bad.  

As awesome as watching a chemistry teacher cook meth and seeing Longhorn fans cry, no activity put me in a funk.  I started to tell a big difference in my attitude on Sunday and I could really tell today.  Negative tape started running in my head about how I was failing this just like I had failed at every other attempt at weight loss.  It has been so long since I had felt like that, it took me by surprise. I KNEW that it wasn’t true, but I couldn’t shake it off.

Last week, I was so excited to be back on track.  I had renewed motivation for fitness/weight loss and I was planning to eat the 13 miles at the end of this month for breakfast. The past few days?  Not. Feeling. It. 

Tonight I was looking for any excuse not to run.  For some reason, nothing stuck so I found myself on the sidewalk.  The first mile was awful.  Lead legs and all my music was crap.  Finally I started perking up and I began to enjoy the exercise.     By the end, I was feeling like myself again. Not completely, but sooo much better than I was.

Tonight I ran 3 miles in 36:01.  I have no idea how that happened but I’m taking it. One of my goals is to run a 35 minute 5K - I’ve got to figure out how to shave 61 seconds to shave off my time… 

Pity party = over. 

I feel sorry for Texas fans. That 1st half must have been painful to watch.

Just kidding. BOOMER!

C25K Part deux

Hubby chickened out of tonight’s run.  

I was planning on running with him and now I am feeling like a slacker.  I ran 4.5 miles yesterday and I am planning another longish (for me) run this weekend.

I still have a that guilty, nagging feeling in the back of my head, so I think I’m going to hop on the elliptical for a bit until I can shake it. 

RIP Steve

Fuck cancer.