November 4th, 2014
I fell off my diet and exercise routine pretty early. I fell behind in homework, housekeeping, and sleep so exercise disappeared from my list of priorities. I got sick twice. It’s my vulnerability to long bouts of illness that is pushing me to start again. I would love to look good for my wedding but I would also like to survive the winter…
I know my problem is weight/diet related because I used to be stronger. For a brief period of time, I didn’t get sick, I slept well, and I didn’t get so easily out of breath. I need to return to that lifestyle before I waste my youth panting up a flight of stairs with a cold.
May 20th, 2014
It’s been quite a while since I wrote in my blog or used this account to post. But today I decided it was time to fix my life. While some things have improved ten times over – I’m engaged, my apartment is nicer, I actually have money in the bank (although I could always use more), etc. – I have also gained 10 pounds and lost all ability to jog.
My goals have changed a bit. I’d like to weigh 125 instead of 120 and I don’t anticipate working out much as long as I work full time retail. But I think it’s very possible for me to get into shape for my 2015 wedding and eat healthy.
Today is day one and I’ll be looking to those around me for continued inspiration and ideas.
July 23rd, 2013
I’m heading into something of a depressive downswing. I’m almost positive my weight is up and I’m down to just 17 days until my birthday. I’m 98% sure that I’ve failed.
Money is so tight that I’m afraid of everything. I have less than $100 in the bank and I’m hoping to God I get paid this week.
I’m afraid of making a wrong move at work because I need the money, as I just established above, and because losing my last job, even though it wasn’t my fault, was a blow to my already shaky self-esteem.
It’s nearing my TotM so my anxiety is worsening. I’m upset with my boyfriend at any given time, remembering past things he upset me with that, all in all, weren’t horribly bad. The anxiety just takes over.
My current pay and hours are dependent upon my success is my position. I’m not really trained to do any of this, I’m just interested in it, so I’m afraid I’ll fail to provide results. But I’m reading as much as I can and trying to be as efficient as possible. It’s all I can really do I suppose.
July 12th, 2013
I haven’t weighed myself in almost two weeks. I can’t because I no longer own a scale but I’m still hoping I can achieve my goal of 12X by my birthday. I think I weigh ~133 pounds now which is almost 2 less than my last weigh in. I’m going by the size of my stomach as it’s the first thing to shrink when I lose any amount of weight. It used to be the last but now that I’m somewhat in the home run stretch, I guess that has shifted.
Assuming that my guesstimate is correct, I have 28 days – 4 weeks – to lose 4 pounds. I have to continue at an average of a pound a week which used to be fairly easy. It’s not easy anymore, what with no longer having a BMI in the overweight or obese category and no longer having access to even remotely healthy food due to severe financial strain. I just eat less and find myself moving more, simply because I’m in a town, surrounded by activity, and have to walk up and down 2 flights of stairs on a daily basis…3 if I do the laundry… On my birthday, if I don’t feel I totally screwed up and will suffer for it, I want to go to a store and buy a scale. I want to step on it and see that I’ve reached the 120’s for the first time in my adult life.
It’ll be challenging. Besides my lack of money, there’s also the severe pressure I’m under. My Dad is helping my boyfriend and I out a lot but his parents have all but washed their hands of us. His Mom misses us and is really emotional about it but she can’t help us at all because her husband won’t allow it. Even worse, I think his Dad is waiting for us to fail because, in his mind, that would be proof that our moving in together wasn’t approved by God. So I feel a bit of added pressure to not show weakness which is also why, when I realized that my car had been broken into, I make sure his parents didn’t find out through the grapevine. Some drunk busting my car window to steal $5 – which is going to cost me $120 to fix – is not divine intervention…
I start a new part time job on Tuesday. I have an interview on Monday for another job but I’m not sure if it’s part time or not. The ad didn’t say, it only states that it’s temporary. Hopefully it’s at least legitimate and not another scam…
I’m surprised that I handled the break in so well though. I’m surprised that I’m feeling somewhat hopeful. I just have to make sure I don’t mess up. If everything goes well – the way I’m hoping it does – my bank account will be much happier by the beginning of August, I’ll turn 25, and I’ll weigh 129 or less!
July 3rd, 2013
A lot has changed since I last posted.
I haven’t lost or gained a pound since I weighed myself in June. I’ve had pizza and McDonalds the past few days because that’s all that has been available to me. This hasn’t caused any gain, however, because I just moved into a new apartment with my boyfriend and we’ve been making trips up and down our stairs for going on three days now. We’re living in an older building so there’s no elevator and we’re so worn down it’s almost depressing. I even pulled a calf muscle!
I have approximately one more load of stuff to transport and I should be done. It’ll be painful, there are a lot of loose items that I’m sort of just throwing in my car because I’m so sick of packing. The apartment is beautiful though. Small, old, classy, and beautiful. It has one bedroom, a living room with an alcove and windows, one kitchen, and two pantries/storage areas. Parking is a little rough but we’re close to just about everything.
I feel terrible, though. My boyfriend has been carrying such heavy things up those stairs, it breaks my heart. He has ended the past two nights totally exhausted; panting for air, covered in sweat, tired, and sore. And for the past two nights, we’ve been woken up by my dog whining to go out which is strange because in the five months I’ve had him, prior to this week, he’d done that just twice, including when he was a tiny puppy. I’m trying to help but I’m not very strong. =(
Hopefully today is the last day we have to carry so much up those stairs. We still have some furniture to move but that’s one item and then it’s over. Unloading an entire car is just depressing.
June 14th, 2013
I find myself still struggling to cope with the stressful nature of my situation. Yesterday, I was quite upset that I felt I was starving myself and for no good reason. Then, I looked at my bank account…I have less than 3 months’ rent. Unemployment hasn’t gotten back to me in two weeks – I called but that was pointless, I have no clue if they are going to approve me or not and it’s been almost 2 months since I lost my job – and my welfare appointment isn’t until the 19th. I feel somewhat ashamed to have to say I’m signing up for welfare but the job interview I was counting on having today was moved, yet again, this time to next week. I need help of some kind so badly. I don’t want to be on unemployment or welfare but I’m afraid to eat at this point and I’m not having a lot of luck with jobs. Actually, I’m not having any luck at all. People are either afraid to hire me because my resume gives the impression I won’t stay long term or I’m under-qualified, even for the most mundane positions that I know I could fill in my sleep.
My weight has also been a source of pain. If you look at my Weigh-Ins page, I’m obviously maintaining. Since early March, I’ve hovered in the same spot which is around 134/135. I used to be content with this, it’s almost a full 50 pound loss. Then I looked in the mirror one day and wasn’t so content anymore. All I see are thick thighs and, worst of all, a terribly flabby stomach. It’s where I store most of my weight. Even at 133, my lowest weight thus far, it hangs; that’s how much fat is there. My boyfriend even thought it might have been loose skin when we met. He’s a good man though, he said, “I want to ask you something but I want you to understand that I love you no matter what”. I told him it’s just where I store fat, which didn’t bother him. But it bothers me.
I feel like I’m barely eating. I feel like I should be consuming more food. But I’m watching my calories and I guess, by that estimate, I shouldn’t be. I read that I need to allow my body to adjust to the lower calorie count and maybe that’s true. I’ll keep with it for a week or so and see what happens. My 25th birthday is in exactly 8 weeks. If I lose one pound a week, that puts me well into the 120s. I’ll just need to maintain a lower calorie count and really monitor what my body is doing when I try different things. For example, my weight was up the two days I did strength training. I took yesterday off and ate a lot less. Then today my weight dropped down to 134.6 after having hit a high of 137 four days ago. So I’m thinking I’ll try this weekly routine: legs + core, arms + core, rest, cardio, legs + core, arms + core, rest and see if I continually drop on the day I rest and do cardio, which isn’t that hard on me at this point unless I push myself.
I was going to begin rock climbing today but I think I’m canceling. It’s cheap, all things considered – $23 for 11 weeks – but I’d need shoes. That costs $3 a day, every day I don’t invest in my own, which I can’t right now. It’s disappointing and I feel depressed. My roommate, who was also laid off, got unemployment with no problem. She’s going but here I sit, watching my bank account drain, with no job offers and no kind of financial aid whatsoever. The more I think about it, the madder I get. I’m trying, I really am. What happened to this country being the land of opportunity? What happened to those who need help, receiving help? I haven’t had one chance to work and haven’t been given a single dollar in almost two months. I don’t mean to whine, but I know people who stayed on unemployment for as long as they could with no intention of actually working again. And here I am, crying because I can’t find anything, but apparently undeserving of even a second thought.
I’m trying to keep myself going, trying to stay strong, but I’m having a bad week.
June 12th, 2013
I’m a bit stressed these days. I’m trying to coordinate a move so that I can leave my current residence, which I’m still on the lease for until January, and move in with my boyfriend. Well, I was coordinating it…then I became so obsessive that I offloaded the job on my boyfriend. He’s wonderful though, he took over without any complaint and has done a great job.
My roommate has started us on a workout routine so that we can both get in better shape. We’re about the same height – she might be a bit taller than me – but we’re both far from being thin and fit. She’s about 150 pounds but very strong. I’m 135 but I’m fairly weak. I’m thinner but not thin so what’s the point?
She kicked my ass yesterday. We jogged .42 miles to the gym, jogged another .58 miles on the treadmill, then did a bunch of leg and core exercises. I’m so sore today, I grunt and groan every time I walk or bend over.
Then, this morning, we jogged part of the way to the gym – we had to take a break halfway there, we hurt too much xD – and went straight into arm exercises. It was tough, I’m certain I’ll hurt tomorrow. I can’t even recall everything we did. She grouped three different exercises into one “set” so that we’d do two run throughs and then take a break. So, say like…X of one exercise, Y of another, then Z of another, then repeat that. After that, we’d take a short break and do the same framework again, just with three different exercises.
At the very end, a guy came in which made my roommate nervous so we finished our core stuff at home. 30 situps, 50 crunches, 30 slow bicycle kicks, and a few other things. I was in so much pain, let me tell you… If it weren’t for the fact that my dog needed to pee, I’d have stayed on that floor for at least 10 minutes.
We’re also going to start rock climbing Friday. I’m intimidated but I’m so sick of being lazy. I’ve sat at 133 to 135 pounds for literally months now. There’s no excuse for having not reached the 120’s by now except for pure laziness on my part. Historically, I’ve only done cardio so my roommate is really kicking my rump with strength training and I think rock climbing will be the ultimate for toning up.
Oh, and speaking of my dog…I went downstairs to find that he’d gotten hold of a pen and was chewing it. Ink everywhere. I spent an hour cleaning it up and I’m still not certain that it’s gone. I got most of it but it took half a can of hairspray, 5 glasses of water, and an entire roll of paper towels. I could have spanked his little ass, I was so mad. I settled for telling him he was a bad dog and putting him in his crate instead…
I haven’t gotten nearly enough work done today and I feel so unattractive I don’t even want to leave the house. But I have to, I’m seeing another apartment with my boyfriend this evening so I’m going to have to suck it up and keep my nerves in check.
April 9th, 2013
I’m feeling very happy today. Despite the terrible situation with my boyfriend’s Grandfather, we pulled together quite nicely in the end. I felt awful seeing him so sad but at the same time, it was just another display of how good his heart truly is. I held his hand when he needed it, met a few family members, and then we went home. We had a bit of a hiccup later in the night but we talked it over and everything is great now. He said, “I think this is just trial and error. That’s what forgiveness is for.” <3
I’m getting to be a lot more comfortable with him. He wants/needs me to be more aggressive about what I want; he doesn’t want me to be afraid. The only thing I’m holding back now is saying three words that I find myself on the verge of blurting out from time to time. I want to make sure that if we say them, we mean them and he doesn’t feel pressured. Now isn’t the time…
On the weight/workout front, not much is happening – yet. I’m still hovering but now I’m hovering closer to 134 so the drop, while slight, is still there. The plan is for my roommates to, quite frankly, kick my ass. Planned is biking to work, jogging during the day when working from home for a few days, rock climbing twice a week, and I think one of my roommates wants to take me to the gym where she’ll probably make me cry. =D
March 12th, 2013
Some things have changed since my last post.
For starters, I finally saw 134 this morning. I was stuck at 135.X for the longest time and it killed me. I was jogging fairly regularly and watching my calorie intake but my weight just wouldn’t budge. Then I sort of stopped checking, eased up on the jogging, and actually added a small amount of junk food to my diet. My body seems happier that way.
I met someone. We’re “in a relationship” now – as per Facebook – but we still have to settle into the actual role of bf/gf. I think he’s just shy which is okay but I suppose you could say I’m “damaged goods”. I’m afraid he’ll change his mind, that I misunderstood and shouldn’t have changed our status, that he’ll go back to his ex like so many others. But he’s the one who actually made the jump first and we talk every day. I’m just so nervous I’ll do something wrong – that’s the “damaged goods” part. I’ve been kicked around a lot, it’s all I know. But I’m logical enough to know that it’s just fear talking so I play it cool.
Unfortunately, I don’t “play it cool” at night apparently. I tossed and turned and had two nightmares. I finally woke up at 6:30, an hour ahead of time, and now I’m struggling to stay awake. I just hope I settle down soon.
Following my announcement, my roommate and I clashed a bit. When she gets stressed, she sort of goes on the attack. Everything infuriates her and she takes swipes at the people around her. She’s a nice person but she has a mean streak a mile wide. I don’t deal with this very well. Normally, I get upset, sometimes I go to my room and cry; I never speak up. Yesterday was the very first time I ever stood up for myself.
She complained that she couldn’t see his face when she came in and it made her uncomfortable. I said, “You could have turned on the light, we wouldn’t have minded.”
She complained that I met him online; I pointed out that I’d met other dates online, she just didn’t know it.
She complained that I had the living room when she wanted it; I pointed out that I have the living room maybe once or twice a month. Sometimes even less than that.
She argued that I didn’t tell her I had a date; I reminded her that she hadn’t told me of her “online date” with her fiance so I had no way of knowing she wanted the living room herself. Consequently, she was in the same boat I was.
The bottom line is she was in a bad mood and offloaded it onto me by running me down. I told her I don’t like being snapped at and that while I understand she gets stressed, I don’t like her taking it out on me and I don’t know how to react. She didn’t agree with everything I said – she’s usually very stubborn about taking responsibility for herself – but I think I got through to her a little bit. Afterward, we went right back to talking about jogging together so everything is fine but I’m proud that I took a bit of a stand.
I should be seeing my boyfriend – boy, saying that is still strange, it’s been a while – tomorrow evening though. That should cheer me up. =)
March 6th, 2013
I should be fine on my own. For the most part, I am; I’m an introvert by nature. Even as a child, I enjoyed my “me time”. But there are times when I feel so lonely and unloved, it’s painful.
I was basically dumped again earlier this week. The guy said he didn’t know what was wrong, maybe I’m just not his type. It’s not a big deal overall but I don’t seem to be anyone’s type.
I’m repeatedly told that I need to “love myself”. The sad thing is, most of the time, I feel pretty okay. I’ve lost almost 50 pounds, my mile time has decreased from 14 to 13 to pushing through 12 to 11:16 and then to 10:52 last night. I have a full time gig, a cute puppy, my own place with two fairly cool roommates. I have a lot more going for me than some of the guys I’ve gone out with. That’s not me being conceited either, it’s just what it is.
I’m also told that I need to be okay with being alone. Alone is what I’ve mostly been since June of 2011. I’ve dated off and on since then, I’d say maybe a dozen guys in total, but I never once rushed into a relationship. To date, I’ve still only had one boyfriend.
Frankly, I feel empty. Like a nothing. A wisp of smoke. I don’t drink a lot so I don’t relate to most guys I meet. I game some but not as much as them. I jog and either I’m slower or they don’t work out hardly at all. I read, but either more or not as much as them. I’m a goofball but not as quick to open up. My hobbies – which now look flimsy and really just like unproductive wastes of time – are nothing.
I feel like I need to pick another hobby and stick with it. Something I have always wanted to do and can be proud to talk about.
I also feel like I need a break from the gym. In the past several days, I’ve gone almost every evening. My weight isn’t moving, actually it’s up, so I feel downtrodden.
I just need a breather from everything that’s upsetting me.