I am MILF

Things have been great.  I haven’t even had a chance to hit the gym in about six weeks, but I am playing a lot softball — and winning tournaments with my amazing team.  My son and I have been having a blast doing the summer thing.  I find the whole dieting thing to be especially easy in the summer, what with all the watermelon, salads, and tons of activity.  I have stayed at about 134-137 for a couple months.  No gain after eating pizza probably about eight times in the last month alone.  It’s all my son who is a picky eater will eat voluntarily.  I don’t sweat what I eat at all anymore because I am staying under my caloric mark and always outside.  I haven’t even food journaled for six weeks.  It’s been a nice break.  I am off to wash my jeep in an empty lot outside my house because it is gorgeous outside. 

So I went off the wagon from October to the first of January.  I’ve spent the last five months working out religously, eating clean, and have hit a weight that I did not think humanly possible for me.  I was never able to get below 150 for ten years, and working out and eating right simultaneously seemed to have done the trick.  I would always do one or the other before and went on crazy weekend drinking binges for many years.  I don’t drink at all anymore and take a fish oil supplement now.  I feel great.  I have also started to get into running once again since the bad weather is starting to wane.  I just can’t stomach running on a treadmill.  I hate the sound, vibration, smell — everything about it.  Also, I have picked up rock climbing after not doing that for years.

I don’t have any new full body pics, but I will post some face pics, and maybe you can tell a difference from where I started to now.

So for some reasons the headaches are back, but not as bad.  I am still able to function now as they are not totally debilitating.  I feel like crap though, with softball and it getting darker earlier, I have been having a hard time fitting in running.  I am about to pop out the door for a run right now though since my mom is going to watch Baby Boy for me.

I am staying around 142-145 weight.  I am scared if I lose anymore, I won’t fit into my size 4 Gap jeans I just bought.  Shouldn’t be too hard to not lose!  Just trying to find that happy medium.

The pic is of my friend Lisa and I at the Hyde Park Street Fair.  Lot of hippies — okay, deep down I am a total greenie.  I love watching the belly dancers and there’s live music, just a good time.  We are going to do a 5K in October called “Prison Break.”  You run around the prison and the guards are there to direct you.  Can’t wait!

Despite still having a monstrous headache, I stepped on the scale this morning and felt a whole lot better. I know it has a lot to do with my vomit fest last night after taking my medication. I’m sure I will pile back on two or three pounds once I am not sick anymore, but I can be excited for one day.

Now that I have met my goal, I am making a new one. 135. I thought 145 was going to be impossible; now I know I can do it. I wanted 135 to be my goal initially, but I just didn’t want a number looming over the progress I did make, like close, but no cigar. I am going to give myself a few months to accomplish this goal because holidays are coming up and the more I lose, the harder it gets to keep going.

135, here I come!

Drats!  I am so friggin hungry ever since I had to lower my points.  I have a couple games tonight so I hopefully will stay away from the crackers I have in my pantry.  I am not going to let 148 be the death of me.  I am going to be a good dieter this weekend.  No state fair food.  Last night we had a game and spanked ‘em, so I took Baby Boy for a stroll around the track.  We had to leave early because those skeeters are so bad around here (river is less than a half mile away).  

My mini goal is to hit 145 in two weeks.

Well, I am still stuck at 148.  I wasn’t able to run last night because it was sooo windy.  I had to play in that crap!  We won by a run.  Neither team was happy about being there; wind makes the game so unpredictable.  I am waiting to go out to eat right now with my mom.  I think I am going to have a sandwich and salad.  I’ve been waiting all morning, and all I’ve had is a banana.  I’m starving.  

Sounds crazy, but I just know I am going to break through past 145 in about two weeks.  I can feel it.  I keep lingering around 148 because I’ve been saving a lot of my points for before bed.  Shouldn’t do that as much, but I have been trying to lay off of iced coffee.  I don’t think I realized what a huge help it was to my weight loss  It really aids in breaking up the day.  I have been running every night.  I have a game tonight, but I think I will try to run three miles afterward at the track.  I ran a couple miles yesterday and walked a couple miles, and then later that night I walked another couple miles, which is probably the sole reason I didn’t gain 10 pounds from yesterday’s banana split dessert.

I can feel my body really wanting to get below 145.  I just know it.  I am a total size 8.  I tried on my Donna Ricco dress that I bought two months ago and couldn’t zip up.  It looks hot!  

Decided to hit the track in late morning instead of tonight because we are going to the fair later.  I can’t wait!  This is going to be some good people watching.  Last couple of days, I really have to pat myself on the back for my vegi intake.  I have been eating more than my usual three tomatoes and pickles; I’ve added broccoli.  Great filler.  So I am going to do my best not to indulge tonight, but if I do, I think I may stick with a corndog or fries.  I’ve been good for way too long!

This is just sad.  149?  After a two-day hiatus from anything resembling a run,  I am proud to report I just finished a 3.5 mile jog.  I feel great.  I felt so great, that I called my good buddy, Lisa, and asked her if she would do a 5K with me the next time one comes up near Boise.  I have been doing these, like, three or four times a week anyway.  Might as well support a cause and get a t-shirt showing off that I actually completed something besides school and pregnancy.

Baby boy was treated to some pretzel bites and Fruity Booty rice puffs at the local green market.  I love giving new foods to him, and they have a lot of them.  He has a very open palate at his young age.  I love that.  I have ALWAYS been so picky.

This one is going to be a toughie, 147.  This week, I have really just been exhausted by the end of every day.  I really just walked about a mile and a half at the track tonight and about three miles last night.  I ate somewhat responsibly today, if my turkey green apple brie sandwich counts as “responsible.”  Since I rarely eat out, I really wanted to side it with fries, but I was a good girl and got a salad w/ranch on the side instead.  

After my mom, baby boy, and I had lunch, we hit the Macy’s clearance center.  I tried on a size 8 Donna Ricco dress — surprise, I couldn’t zip it up in the back.  I hate being this wide.  Maybe that is why I am so hot and bothered by Michael Phelps, because I am currently wearing his back.  Well, that ain’t ever gonna change.

I am getting “banged” tomorrow by my stylist.  That’s her dirty way of putting me getting my bangs trimmed.  She is such a badass.  I love that her hair is always a style I want to try.  I don’t think I would ever trust a hair stylist whose hair looked like crap.