If falling off the wagon were an olympic sport, I’m pretty sure I’d have scored the following numbers from the judges.

France would have given me an 8.5
Canada would have given me a 9 (They always seem to be a little too impressed)
Japan would have given me a 6.5
The United States would have given me an 8

Oh well.

Pictures relatively soon.

woohoo!

169.4lbs this morning!

Plateau, please consider yourself BUSTED!

the sporting life

170.0lbs this morning.

For those who have been paying attention, that leads us to 75lbs lost.

bring me java, bring me joy

The coffee worked like a charm.

DH was up all night with a stomach bug that’s been plaguing the staff at the highschool. He woke me at 4:30 to let me know he was driving out to the school to drop off his lesson plans and call in sick.  That’s kind of a big deal for him. He went to work after we were in the ER all night (we literally went home when he would be waking up at 5) because he doesn’t like people who abuse their sick days.  He’s sleeping it off right now. His fever is gone and he’s no longer sitting on the toilet with his head in the garbage can. So that’s good.

I have mixed feelings about the prospect of catching said bug. I really have to break this plateau.

I’m hoping he’ll still take me swimsuit shopping later. I’m just not gonna have another time to do it! I also need some shorts.

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I am immensely amused at the irony.

I wrote in here this morning that I’m desperate to break this plateau. But I ordered myself a pizza for dinner.

let me rewind and explain.

after lunch and a midafternoon snack, I still had a whopping 1100 calories to eat. It was going to be dinner time and it was clear whatever I ate I would be eating by myself. I narrowed it down to ordering a med. pizza and making some homemade mac and cheese. I ultimately chose pizza because it meant a)I didn’t have to cook and b) I didn’t have to clean up. I ate exactly 1134 calories for dinner.

But you know, it might do me some good. Yesterday I only ate 750 calories. Ooops!

I didn’t get to go shopping. I’m aggravated. I want to win the lotto. My wardrobe is so pathetic right now.

If I behave myself the next five days (weekend, mon and tues on vacation) I should see the 160s soon… Please?!

my flickr 365 picture today was a picture of my back taken with the timer. I kind of like how it turned out after editing and stuff.

fruit machine

171.6lbs today.

Have a hotel room booked monday night. We’re leaving at 6am monday morning. I’m a little annoyed by that but whatever. At least we’re going.

Going to try chasing my fiber one cereal with a cup of coffee and see if that does anything for me.

Yes.

Spring break is rapidly approaching.

The last few weeks, DH and I have hemmed and hawed over possibilities on how to spend some of our spring break time.  I’m back to working 40 hour weeks (probably for a limited time only) and my schedules are not set until the friday before the next schedule begins on sunday. Which is kind of a pain in the butt. I asked my department manager to merely keep my 2 days off consecutive and to have a somewhat early shift the day prior.

Anyhow, We have finally decided what we are going to do (Word on the street is, I’m going to be off monday and tuesday so for this timeline I”m going to operate under that assumption).  On sundays I usually work 7am-3pm which I would hope to score again this sunday if I were to be off monday and tuesday.  Early sunday evening (no later than 6:30 pm!) we would hop in the car and drive to Austin. Check into our hotel and have a good night’s rest. Earlyish monday morning, we head out to McKinney Falls state park for a day filled with outdoor adventure. Swimming, hiking, observing. Fingers crossed for good weather!!! We’ll likely stop at a subway on our way out to throw into the cooler in the trunk of the car for lunch. It is absolutely at the forefront of my mind that I want to stay 100% on plan while we are away. We spend monday night at the hotel and spend tuesday morning and early afternoon taking in some of the sights around Austin before driving home.

A few things about this plan. DS is developing a cough that I am praying goes away by next week. Sunday is my niece’s 19th birthday. This would give us approximately 2.5 hours to join the gathering at her mom’s house, give wishes kisses and hello kitty garb.  Thursday we are going to have to go swimsuit shopping. *DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUHHHHNNNNNNNN*

I’m still ricocheting between 170 and 174. I’m getting so aggravated with this. I’ve amped up the cardio, I’m doing daily yoga, drinking a gallon of water a day, and staying well within my daily calorie intake.  I’m not sure what else I can do right now.

On a more pleasant note, if you consider my low weight as having lost 75 lbs (and the ricochet activity mostly water weight flux), I’ve lost 31% of my starting weight. That’s pretty cool.

Also, I’m venturing into some serious TMI territory here but I need to rant!
TMI!!!

I’ve been eating fiber one original cereal for breakfast every day, having a fiber one bar with my lunch every day, and only stopping short of eating a cardboard box for dinner. But I don’t make! What the eff is this about?! I’m sure I would see the 160s if I could only make. What the hell?!!? Seriously!! I’m so frustrated!!

end TMI

i should shower while DS is napping. Later girls.
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you can learn to get along

I’ll let you in on a little yoga secret. Yoga is much easier when you don’t have a big belly in your way.

At least it is for me.

171.8 this morning. I feel like screaming, kinda. I’d gotten so used to seeing great drops on the scale. I guess this really is a plateau.  For those of you who have been reading for awhile, it’s true that my original long-shot goal weight was 170. And I’m so close to it and I don’t even care, I just want to see the 160s!!

I did 15 minutes of yoga followed by 25 minutes of cardio.

Going shopping a little later this afternoon. Heading to JC Penney and Ross to see if I can track down some smaller sized work pants, and possibly church pants. Thinking I may try on a couple size 10s just to see where I stack up.

I don’t have much to talk about today. I’m still thinking about that potato. JUST KIDDING.

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SISTERCHICKS! I AM A SIZE TEN. I AM DYING.

I am so ridiculously excited i can hardly contain myself.

Here is a picture of my butt. I’m so shameless!!

AUGH!!!

172.0 this morning.

I was excited for James to take his nap because I had really enjoyed doing TBL Cardiomax yesterday (with Bob!) and I was looking forward to trying it again today. Even though my thighs, butt, and abs were really sore. (matter of fact, DH was feeling frisky last night but I could hardly move so he had to settle for snuggles) So I get my shoes on, clear out the living room, go into my tv ondemand to look for my new favorite workout and…

It’s not there anymore.

AUGH!!!

So I say to myself, “Self, you are all dressed for your workout, you’re ready for your workout, You are *still* going to work out” So I turned on the 30 day shred and I hated it. I hated it so much. I turned it off before the warmup was even finished and went back into the ondemand to see what else I could find. Yesterday, along with cardiomax, I also did a “skinny bitches” routine that was a little hard to follow but the moves were pretty userfriendly. So I just did that one again this morning. Bah.  Better than nothing. And I was just telling DH he should do the cardiomax with me. POOPERS.

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according to TDP I’m not getting enough fiber. Hmmm.

Man my butt hurts from all those squats and lunges.

ALSO I am majorly PO’d at NBC for pulling that stunt with TBL last night.

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I was thinking about what to do with the chicken I had taken out of the freezer for dinner. I was thinking about all the things I could do when suddenly an image popped into my head. A delicious idea.

How long had it been since I”d had a good baked potato?! too long!
So I dreamed about the prospect all day long until it was finally time to wrap em up and throw them in the oven.  Wow I have to tell you, it was sooooooooooooooooooooooooo good. Topped with a little bit of smart balance, a sprinkle of reduced fat cheese, a few pieces of bacon bits and a dollop of fat free sour cream?

UH. MAY. ZING.

So I grilled the chicken and the chicken was perfect but the real star of the show was the potato. I <3 you, potato!

I have like 600 calories left for the day. I’m so full of potato I don’t know what to do with my calories. Maybe later I’ll nibble something. But NOTHING could top the satisfaction that potato brought me.

I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M STILL TALKING ABOUT A BAKED POTATO.

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What’s gonna work? TEAMWORK!

Alright alright. After being wildly off plan on friday and saturday I am buckled back in on the wagon seat. Yes! I am strong! I am invincible! I am mommy!!!!!

Yesterday morning I weighed in at 174.0 which admittedly was a little surprising to me. I thought it would be higher. All day yesterday I was chugging water and running to the bathroom. It made me hopeful for today’s reading. It paid off. 172.0lbs this morning. A new low. A new standard.

I did 45 minutes of cardio this morning. My ass and thighs are on fire. I’m going to feed james and then we’re going to go for a walk outside. My boy likes the outdoors. I would be silly not to take advantage of that and get some fresh air.

I’m back, ladies!!! Reunited and it feels so good!

More later!

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I think my son has reached some kind of awkward stage. He wants to run but he can’t keep his balance. We went outside and he tore off down the sidewalk and fell forward. I like to describe the way he fell as being like the game leapfrog.  I guess you’d have to see it to know what I mean. He cried and I let him. Sometimes he tries to start crying when he simply falls on his bottom on the rug but I don’t indulge because I know he just wants me to look and console. I can’t do it every time, especially when I know he’s not hurt. But this time I picked him up and consoled and rocked him all better. I guess he must have bit his tongue or his lip or something because his mouth was bleeding just a tiny little bit. Not enough to cause alarm but enough to make a nice red mark on my white sweater. So we tried to stay on the grass after that, but he couldn’t keep his balance then either. He fell backward onto his bottom and then all the way back. He whined a little but I think it was just insult to injury at that point.  After that, No matter what, he had to hold mommy’s hand. Which he hated. But we walked up and down the sidewalk, around the grass, we looked at trees and the fire hydrant, we sat on the bench on our front step and watched cars and people go by.

Then we came back in and watched The Backyardigans.

I had his middle name put on this shirt. Haw haw!

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32 oz of water down, 32 oz to go!

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I slipped into a pair of my black pants (size 14s) and they are so big on me. So big, in fact, that I’m thinking that I need to replace them with a pair of size 10s. Maybe I’m getting a little premature, but I feel like I’m just about there.

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64 oz of water down, and boy do I have to pee!

I don’t know what I’m talking about.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m having great difficulty putting my weight loss accomplishments into perspective.