OK, I’m back in the saddle

I have done SO badly this week. I was sick with a bad head cold/sinus grossness for the last few days and ended up staying out of work an extra two days to make a four-day weekend. I ordered in a pizza, ordered in Chinese, ate an entire box of shells and cheese by myself, and got chicken strips and fries and a biscuit from the fast food chicken joint down the street. I have not exercised in over a week, due to my workout buddy being sick just before I went down with it.

But, I don’t feel bad. I see no need to feel bad. I stuck to not smoking and drinking, even though the temptations were quite strong during the wallowing phase, where it dawned on me how much I had eaten and how glad I was no one had seen me do it.

Got to get back on the horse that threw me. Starting up again today. Got a nice, boiled shrimp and rice lunch to take to work, all fixed up and ready to be packed in tupperware. Got a nice big bunch of broccoli crowns in the frig to steam up for lunches later in the week. Going to talk to Kim about extended supplementary workouts for a few days until I feel like I’ve made up a little of what I let fall by the wayside. Going back to work today after a long, phlegmy/nasty weekend. Got the apartment all straightened up of dirty clothes and dirty dishes and grubby tissues that didn’t quite land in the wastebasket (oops).

Last night I felt well enough to get back into a sewing project I’d been neglecting during the worst part of the illness, and got quite a bit done. It’s all through but the hand-stitching (eep) that I can do at work after my manager leaves for the day. Heh heh. “Multitasking,” indeed.

Thing to look forward to: starting on Jan. 31, nine days vacation to go back home and see my SBFF’s brand new baby!

Watching Pres. Obama’s inauguration speech right now. I didn’t vote for him, but I hope that he will surprise me and do a great job. I don’t mind being proved wrong, and I’m more than willing to hold my judgement and give him a chance. I do like Michelle Obama’s suit. Yellow is a secret weakness of mine.

Yay! I feel alive again!

Martha Stewart’s got nothing on me…

SO, I got up early this morning and got like, everything, done. I finished a sewing project for a friend of mine that I’ve been dragging my sizable ass on. I even embroidered his initials in the corners, cause I’m just that good. I did laundry, chopped and steamed and packaged for the frig several pounds of fresh veggies to nibble and graze on for the next few days. I washed up all the dishes, showered and dressed for work, sat down and enjoyed a leisurely lunch, and am waiting on the dryer to finish up so I can fold and put away clothes before packing up a lunch for work and heading out the door for the day.

This kind of morning, coupled with the knowledge that my SBFF is having her first baby tomorrow, makes me so grateful to God that I have no husband or child yet, and that I have a little more time to have the freedom to have days like this. I know better than to think I’ll find this kind of productivity so easy when I am married and a mother. Mothers who can do this: I salute you!

The veggies are sooooooo good, sprinkled with a pinch of lemon pepper (on the zucchini) and a little salt (on the broccoli spears), and the colors are so vivid! I love steamed fresh vegetables. I’m packing up a big bowl of them, along with a grilled chicken breast, for my lunch at work, plus, a couple of clementines for random snacking. Clementines are excellent as a snack, assuming you’re not on a particularly carb-negative routine. I’m in the routine of general calorie reduction, and more efficient types of calories, those that come from foods that pack a lot of nutritional punch, like lean meats and all kinds of fresh vegetables and fruits, served up as simply and naturally (i.e, no cream sauces, frying in butter, otherwise negating the health benefits by adding excess calories) as I know how. This combined with working out or walking or in some way doing myself some physical benefit four days a week, for at least forty-five minutes each day, will surely bring me the results I want. Right?


(mmmmmmmm broccoli and zucchini and grilled chicken breast)

Now My Cankles Are All Stiff…

Kim and I walked to church this morning. Church is two miles away. We walked back, too, of course. I’m tired.

I’m glad we did. I ordered a pizza last night and needed to do a little ‘penance.’ LOL

Not much else to report.

It just looked like a little hot dog to me…

…but apparently it’s called a “Vienna Sausage.” I don’t know about any sausage that comes in a can, smooshed in with its stubby, oily little brothers. Yeck.

Kim and I decided that since we both have financial as well as weight-loss goals this year, that we’d start fixing a meal together occasionally on the weekends, which is when we’re both most tempted to go out for lunch. That gets expensive. Last night, I made banana muffins with extra banana mash (for fiber) in them and no nuts, because she’s very anti-nuts, to take over to her apartment. We played Wii Fit for the better part of an hour and then had muffins, scrambled eggs with pepper-jack cheese, and Vienna Sausages. I wasn’t all that into the sausages. I’d never had them before, and I don’t think I’ll be going out of my way for them again. I don’t even want to know what the cholesterol content in two of those little things would be, but I guess I’ll find out later when I do my food journal entry.

Those who are familiar with the Wii Fit surely know of the challenge feature wherein one registers a user name and then does a set regimen of activities and it tracks what age your physical aptitude suggests that you are. The test consists of trying to hit homeruns on the baseball challenge (ten pitches), trying to pick up spares on the bowling game (as many as you can until you’ve missed five times), and trying to hit 50 served tennis balls without missing too awfully many. I started out at age equivalent 61, and today, having taken the challenge probably five times in two months, have improved my ‘age’ to 34. I’m pleased. I hope to get it to 20 (the best age/score you can get) in another month or so. It’s the homerun challenge that’s hard for me. Today was the first time I’d ever gotten even one of the possible ten, and I got two! Plus I had two or three more that went over 300 ft.

I mentioned counting calories before. I know that most people recommend not counting calories because it can become an obsession, but the way my mind works, I like numbers. I like to have apples and apples to compare and counting calories gives me an outlet for that. Plus, I’m only weighing myself intermittently, so I need to have the numbers to look at and say, “Okay, if these numbers are accurate and the deficit is that much and there is a consistent daily deficit between calories in and calories out, then I MUST be doing well. Factor in that I’m getting significant exercise four days a week, and I have a solid and reliable proof that I’m doing well for days when I get discouraged. Plus, counting calories for a while will force me to be more conscious of where excess calories are coming from. At some point I will stop counting, but I want to build within myself the habit of being conscientious about what goes on my plate and in my lunchbox.

Next Saturday is brunch at my apartment. I’m looking forward to it. Kim revealed to me the other day that she does not buy vegetables to cook at home and only eats them if she’s out at a restaurant. She says that fresh veg. go bad before she uses them. I’m appalled. I must encourage her in the direction of the produce section. I’m thinking if I share some recipes for super easy, flavorful veggie dishes, maybe she will make a change.

My Ab Hurts…

I’m pretty sure I only have one ab, but it’s killing me right now. Did scads of crunches with Kim yesterday, as well as some simple arm exercises that somehow always manage to kick my butt. Who would have guessed that alternating overhead clapping with ‘raise the roof’ gestures for ten minutes straight would be so hard and hurt so much the next day? I’m happy though. I always feel like I’ve really done something good for myself if I feel a bit stiff the next day. Plus, I had a tetanus booster shot yesterday, so my right arm is all tender and bruised-feeling at the injection site. Yowch!

No big deal.

I had steak today. It was wonderful. Kim and I wanted to go for a walk for our exercise today, and it’s cold out, so she wrote up ‘shopping lists’ and we played supermarket sweep at Kmart, because neither of us shops there, so neither of us had an advantage. (We put everything back when we were done). It was fun. Then we walked across the parking lot to TGIFridays and I did NOT get a dessert, even though there was this one in the picture that had whipped cream and a peanut butter cup perched in the cool whip. Sigh, alas, for what might have been. But it was better that way.

Oh, and I just had a custard-filled doughnut, shaped and frosted to look like a football. I don’t care. I did pretty well today to begin with. It was delicious…


Yeah, so it turns out I had both a wonderful day and a terrible one all at once. On the negative side, I plowed through 1,475 calories in one meal today, and didn’t even notice it until I looked down and realized I had eaten all the fries on the plate and three dinner rolls, besides my meal.  So I ate nothing but fresh fruit the rest of the day, and I think I’ll be fine. Just need to pay more attention tomorrow.

The positive thing is that I weighed myself this evening and found that I am down SEVEN pounds, when I had really been expecting to have gained weight over the holidays. I’m happy. I call it a net positive outcome. Also, I did all kinds of crunches and other ‘floor exercises’ with my friend and workout buddy, Kim, for almost an hour this morning. That had to have cancelled out some of the carbs at lunch, right?


Hello, All!

My name is Rosie. When I was 18 and started college, I weighed 198 lbs. The accepted generalization for beginner college students is that they always react to the abrupt change in lifestyle and food availability by promptly gaining The Freshman Fifteen. I didn’t. By Labor Day that year, I was down to 175 lbs without even thinking about it. I looked great, felt great, had hair like a Pantene commercial and tolerably good skin, was acing tests and quizzes left and right, had guys lined up to ask me out, and all was well with the world. Literally. It was Labor Day, 2001, less than a week before 9/11.

Fast forward to January 1, 2009. I am now 25 years old, and I weigh 276 lbs. In the five years since graduating Vincennes U. with my Associates in Aviation Maintenance Technology, I have gained 100 lbs. I have gained the equivalent of another person, albeit a small and probably underaged person. I have also taken up smoking, drinking, and pretty soon after graduation, started making the kind of wages that made it possible for me to eat fast food almost every day for five years. Thanks to these habits, I have bad skin, dull hair, a huge belly and loose flabby skin hanging from all extremities, the only guys who like me (physically) are what we liked to call “chubby-chasers” in highschool, and thanks to the fact that I wear a size 24 (or 3x), I have no attractive clothes.

So this year is the year of changes for Rosie. I have determined to quit smoking, severely cut back if not completely quit drinking, lose the weight, and better my finances. All of these goals go hand in hand.

1. Quitting smoking will save me a significant amount of money annually (roughly $600), and eliminating the constant haze of smoke from my person will improve the health and appearance of my skin and hair, not to mention the good it’ll do my lungs.

2. Quitting drinking removes the worst of my temptations to smoke. It also saves me upwards of $2,000 per year, and removes easily a thousand calories a week from my diet, entirely in empty carbohydrates.

3. Limiting my fast-food/take-out/delivery food consumption will save me thousands of calories on a weekly basis, and easily a couple thousand dollars a year. I always want beer and a smoke with these types of food, so there’s one less impetus for those as well.

Everything goes hand in hand.

I’ve also found a workout partner who keeps me in line, and I like to think that I help to motivate her a little, too. We get together four mornings a week, and either work out in the gym at her apartment complex, or do an exercise video in the living room on Wednesdays and Thursdays. On Saturdays we go for a two or three mile walk at the park. On Sundays, we go together to church and then come back to my apartment (it’s nearer the church than she lives) and walk from there to a restaurant up the street where we get salads for lunch, before walking back to my place to play Nintendo Wii Fit for a while. We’ve been doing this for a few months now, and have only missed maybe three or four days the whole time, which we generally try to make up later on one of the off days.

So these are my goals and those are my methods. Any encouraging words anyone can offer would be greatly appreciated. I intend to peruse other peoples’ blogs sometimes and offer whatever random praise and friendly greetings seem appropriate. Little kindnesses like that always help me feel better, and I hope that they will brighten someone else’s day, too. Most everyone who is overweight agrees that eating is mostly emotional. If I can boost your emotions just for a moment, to make you feel good enough about yourself to change your mind about eating that candy bar or bag of chips, then I’m glad to do it. It would help me.

still impact-resistant,