Weigh-in day and weight was 180. Yay, 5% goal attained! But then it took me about 10 minutes to try to figure out how to set my next goal in WW on-line. It actually wasn’t that hard, I was just being stupid. I’ve set my next goal to be 170 which is another 10 lbs, though 171 will be a total of 10% weight loss. At 176 I slip out of “obese” and into “overweight”. Much rejoicing will then ensue.

I don’t really have much else to post today. Work has just been silly and somewhat stressful, but I’ve been going to the gym and eating fairly well. Funny how after eight or so weeks on plan, I find myself slipping a bit here and there - an Oreo cookie here or a few extra points there. I need to nip that in the bud. It’s usually about this time that the boredom starts to set in and I just have to remind myself that I have an end goal and I have to get there.

I have to say though that one thing that is interesting is that I find myself ordering off the appetizer menu in restaurants or making an effort to eat vegetarian when I go out and that seems to be a good approach. Soup is always a good option too (as long as it isn’t cream based) and luckily I find soup comforting in the fall. It means that I have been eating some very good and different food these days - and that’s never a bad thing.

I was somewhat annoyed that that was my weight for the official weigh-in day when I have been seeing 180 since Saturday. Argh! But I have decided that Wednesday is my day and what the scale says on that day is what counts. Probably some water retention from ham eaten yesterday.

Half a pound away from my 1st goal of 5% loss. It was very tempting to cheat, but that’s not the point, is it? Next week will have to be the week.

I had a nice day off today. Attended the Remembrance Day event at City Hall, and then wandered around a bit. I went shopping for lingerie but couldn’t find anything I liked that fit properly. I’m trying to have to go back to the specialty bra place where it always costs me an arm or leg to get a proper fit. Hey I’m a 36F. That’s big. If I’m lucky I can manage a properly cut 36DD, but it depends on the brand. Bra shopping is very stressful, but I was pleased that my jeans look a lot looser in the evil change room mirror, so some changes can be seen.

I ended up just buying a new exercise bra and I’ll try again for the non-exercise variety sometime in the future. I really NEED the new exercise bra. And it will serve a purpose.

Had lunch with the DH at a restaurant by the lake and it was lovely. I had butternut squash soup and a really delicious wild mushroom salad. OK, let’s not discuss the half litre of wine. Dinner will probably be something very small if I even feel like anything at all.

Refocusing will get me there.

Some good stuff happened this week. Workouts were good. I did one half hour treadmill workout, went for a 5K walk outside on the weekend that was nice, and walked home most days. I’m trying to work more daily movement into my day. I even walked up the 10 flights of stairs on the weekend when I came home at the end of a fire alarm.

On the downside, a storm of politics and silliness has erupted at work and I seem to be caught up in the middle of it. One of the reasons I became a contractor was to avoid this kind of stuff. I don’t want to go into a lot of details, but it has made work a less pleasant place to be. I have to remind myself to breathe and I’m pretty annoyed at what has happened. Life is way too short to work in a job that isn’t interesting and engaging. I don’t expect miracles, but when I get to the point where I don’t want to go to work any more, it is time to seriously consider a job change. I’m updating my resume – which is kind of reassuring to do even if the storm does blow over.

This week’s goal: make sure I drink my water, keep working out and maybe try something new, keep eating and STAY CALM. Remind myself of two mantras: “No one is going to die because of anything that happens at work” and “Billable Hours”. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

I’ve been switching up workouts and doing some time on the treadmill at least once a week. Today I did 30 minutes -two minutes jogging at no incline followed by two minutes walking on an incline as repeated intervals. Ok, to say I’m jogging is really an insult to serious joggers or runners - it’s really a fast shuffly joggy-walk - but the point is what I realized today. A few months ago I did this same interval thing and when checking my heartrate at the end of the jog intervals it would be around 150. Now in those intervals my heart rate tops out in the high 130s or low 140s, and comes back down very fast in the walk interval.

I’m not signing up for the New York Marathon anytime soon, but it shows progress. And progress is good.

Weigh-in this morning was 182. That is a total of 8 lbs since I rejoined Weight Watchers on September 9, 2009. So I am averaging about a lb a week. Last time I lost a bunch of weight (oh, kids, there is always a last time at my age) I averaged about a lb a week so I feel I am right on track.
I’ve been averaging 4 days at the gym – between Monday to Friday. If I can, I get there on day on the weekend as well, but sometimes life interferes. This past week I was planning to go on Sunday but ended up hemming drapes for the bedroom instead. Of course, in the bigger scheme of things probably being able to get a good night’s sleep because the drapes block out the huge lights from the construction crane across the road that shine Directly In My Eyes was probably the better use of my time.

A friend even asked me if I was losing weight last night. I haven’t noticed a difference, but it’s nice that someone has.

I won’t say this has been easy, but it also has been less difficult than I have anticipated. I’m wondering why and I have a few thoughts. One is that there is no idea of cheating on this journey. I have to take responsibility for what I eat and why. For example, there is a BIG drawer of Hallowe’en candy a few feet from my desk at work. Last week I looked at them, read the back label, and decided that 2 WW points was really too much for a treat. If they had been 50 calories or less I probably would have had one, but 2 points was too much. Yesterday I did decide to have one, an Almond Joy, and it was overwhelmingly, sickeningly sweet. Now I don’t have any urge to have more. Of course, if someone were to offered me Cheesies I would suggest they pull their hand back fast or they might lose a finger or two. The thing is that even if I wanted them - and I’m just waiting for the craving to go – I would just have some (and only some), take the points hit and move on.

There is freedom in having no forbidden foods.

Tomorrow I am off to my Doctor’s for the results from last month’s physical. Here’s hoping that everything is just peachy. Note to self. I have to remember to order the first dose of my Twinrex vaccine and have the nurse inject me while I’m there.

We were out for Thanksgiving/ October birthday dinner last night. It was a potluck and every dish was absolutely fabulous. I took some Weight Watchers recipe roasted potatoes. There was lamb and a great leek dish and vegetable soup and a seafood salad. I had eaten very lightly so I didn’t feel too bad about indulging. Something I had, however, had a very adverse affect on my stomach though and I couldn’t really sleep well.

I am back on track today and am going to eat within my base points only (I know I am, because I’ve already written them all down).

Tomorrow is weigh in day and it would be nice to see a number less than 184. Last week I was up two pounds because of water gain and some poor choices, but those pounds are gone. It would be nice to be less than that.

I didn’t go to the gym this morning because I thought that my mammogram appointment was this morning and I wanted to make up some time – but it turns out the test is actually tomorrow. This is what happens when you give me a Monday off for a holiday, I get very confused. So I had a free day with no meetings or anything. I would have liked to go to the gym, as usual this morning, but it’s not a bad thing if I miss a day when I had two good workouts on two of the three days of the long weekend. I was also shocked how packed the gym was yesterday. I suspect it was people paying for their turkey indulgences form the days before.

I also find it incredibly helpful to post my dinner plans in the morning (if I know what they are) in order to see what to have for lunch. I seem to have more control over lunch and I also like to be able to have something other than salad for dinner because I have run out of points.

I went for a bike ride yesterday and I suspect that it might be the last ride of the season for me (unless it is warmer today). It was really cold and windy and not really a lot of fun. I’m not one of these tough “ride through winter” types. I think I’ll go to the gym today, since the gym is open for holiday hours.

Tonight we’re going to friends for a Thanksgiving/ October birthday dinner potluck dinner. We bought cake yesterday and I’m making roast new potatoes from a Weight Watchers recipe. I will eat lightly today to leave myself some points for tonight. The online tools are good for that.

I saw 183 on the scale this morning after being stuck at 184 since the beginning of the month. That’s progress.

This is a fragile thing, this living healthy thing (at least in these early stages). It’s important to not fall into an all or nothing mindset. If I have a bad day – oh, and I will have a bad day here or there – it’s important to not let that be an excuse to just throw my hands up in the air give up.

I’m trying to vary up my workout more too. Yesterday I actually did the Dreadmill, and even jogged a few minutes here and there. Ok, not a jog per se more a light-footed fast walk. No one is going to call what I do jogging. I think doing things that involve moving my whole weight is good. I’m also trying to stretch more and play with the medicine ball and the stability ball. So goal is cardio and a lot of core work. Weights here and there, just for fun.

I have a NSV in mind. I have these really lovely black lace pants that I would really like to wear to New Years. They are a size 12. I believe I can do it.

Oh, and hi chicks. I missed you too. :wave:

Like an alcoholic in recovery I can’t say that this is going to be smooth sailing but it does seem to be working. I already feel better, not as draggy and huge as I did even 5 lbs ago.

Why now is it working? I dunno. I think that now that my sister is gone, there are fewer excuses. I did the Terry Fox walk at the beginning of September and it was hard. Ten K should not be hard. My sister used to run 13K for the fun of it every other day. Even after she was quite sick, she did the Terry Fox walk last year in 3 hours.

Maybe I’m starting to unthaw and that is the difference. I dunno. Maybe instead of having this thing that I can’t let go of, I can use it as motivation. Make her proud, or maybe even make myself proud.

I’m too young to be prematurely old.

I’m going to try to post every now and again.

There is lost of stuff I could write about but a lot of it is depressing so I’ll just make this blog about what it is supposed to be about - food and dieting and exercise. I tripped over a curb on Friday morning on the way to the gym and hurt my arm and my right knee. My first thought was fear that I had broken my elbow again (would be the third time!) but it was just a wicked road rash and a bruising of my ego. One of the local weird street kids stopped to make sure I was OK, which was very nice of him, but didn’t make me feel any cooler.

I still made it to the gym, and, after dry swallowing a couple of Tylenol, did do half an hour on the elliptical. I had to skip any weights or anything that involved my right arm since the skin was all skinned off and it hurt like a b*tch. Funny, but when I was kid I could fall and get up and play again after a good cry and all would be well. OK, to be honest when I was a kid I’d fall, break a wrist, cry a lot and end up in the emergency room. I’ve never been the most athletic kid on the planet.

Food has been a disaster lately. My sister’s condition isn’t very good and my new best friend is Mr. Gin and Tonic. I know drinking probably isn’t the correct answer, but when there doesn’t seem to be anything else that can be done… I wonder if I am punishing myself for some perceived failure or trying to find some comfort. I’m not sure. Wow, I didn’t even plan to go there.

Anyway, I think it is time to pull myself together. I can’t control the vagaries of life, but I can at least pack my own lunch and lay off the freakin’ mini chocolates.