4:10 – Kiss My Fat @$$ Goodbye
So much for thinking I totally shot myself in the foot with last week’s slip. I’m down another 2.3 pounds! I suspect it has to do with the fact that I was extra vigilent after my little lapse, and that I actually exercised (walking the kids) at least two times without even letting myself entertain the idea of eating additional calories as a *reward*.
I’m down 10.8 pounds since starting this project, which I think is fantastic. I don’t think I can keep up this pace, though. I know my body, and looking at the period when I lost the “real” weight I needed to lose, once I get to this point, my body starts shutting down a bit and I need to seriously curtail my intake to keep losing at a 2 pound a week level. That’s not going to happen, though, since the last time I did that, I sort of lost about half of my hair. Luckily, I have crazy thick hair, but I think I’ll try to keep this on a more even keel. I’d like my butt and my hair to look good at the end of this. Is that too much to ask?
3:10 – Kiss My Fat @$$ Goodbye
I am shocked. I managed to lose 2 additional pounds last week. Unfortunately, there is no way I’ll see the same results this week, cuz I sort of already shot myself in the foot. I’m not entirely sure how or why it happened, but somehow I fell off the no carb wagon for about a 24 hour period. A chocolate chip cookie was involved, which I now know acts the same as a gateway drug for me. Not good. Let’s hope I can turn it around. . .
2:10 – Project Kiss My Fat @$$ Goodbye
Another good week on the weightloss front. I lost 2.5 pounds (6.5 pounds in two weeks, I think), which is more than I had expected. I’m starting to think that I need to begin lifting some sort of weights, though. Even if I lose a huge amount of weight, it’s not going to change the fact that my arms do not look the way I want them to.
You know those women with “mom arms”? I’m not one of them. I thought that by having a mom and carrying my kids around I would get nicely defined arms (to some extent), but that just has not happened. I’m definitely stronger than I was when I didn’t have kids. I mean, how often did I tote 25-31 pounds around on a regular basis? I don’t think I could have imagined carrying 56 pounds at all, but I do that a lot, too, and I don’t think anything of it. Actually, that’s not true, I think “OMG, why am I carrying both of them? Get off me, get off me, get off me.”
I suspect that I’ll never have the toned arms I want, but I’ll see what I can get by doing some curls using Etta (I tried yesterday using Oscar but he’s just too tall).
1:10 – Project Kiss My Fat @$$ Goodbye
Inspired by the success of Meg at Vicarious Cuteness and far more (sadly) by the fear of prospective humiliation, I have decided to put the next weeks before our trip toKauai to good use. I want to be able to walk to the pool and beach without worrying that the poor people around me will have to avert their eyes to avoid the image of jigglyness. Given that, I have re-dedicated myself to losing these last pounds that have eluded me.
I lost a little over 4 pounds last week, which was likely just the result of my getting rid of bad carbs, but we’ll see if I can do at least half as well this week. This is entirely a vanity project. I’m already at a weight that my doctors consider to be appropriate, so I’m not looking for support, etc. I just thought that if I made myself post my results, I would be far less likely to do anything that could derail me. We’ll see . . .
Note to self
Just for future reference. . .
Being thin again is awesome. Freaking awesome. Opening two boxes of new clothes without thinking “please don’t let these be too small” over and over in a little chant to myself is fantastic. Trying on those new clothes and finding that many are actually a size too big is amazing. Looking in the mirror at a woman in a two-piece bathing suit without a lump or bulge in sight, and being able to think to yourself that she could easily wear that on a beach – in public – without a qualm (and you know this because you watched that woman jump up and down and squat down (like you would playing in the sand with a toddler) in the mirror just to make sure) is unbelievable. Knowing that not only can I wear all of these clothes now and not ten pounds from now, but also that I look good in them already? Incomprehensible.
Please send me this if you see me eating chocolate chip cookies. Or ice cream (the kind with sugar – you’ll want to leave me alone if I’m suffering through my sugar-free excuse for “dessert”). Or pizza. You see where I’m going with this, I think.
