Kata:
Dear God, wouldn't it be wonderful if that was all it took? A memo?
But you're holding off on weighing yourself, right? Couldn't there be a chance that your body's already gotten the memo and is slowly but surely workin' away at it?
Taylor:
I just read a book called "The Next Big Thing" where the main character goes on a weight loss reality TV show... When I'm losing weight, I enjoy reading novels where the character is overweight and working on the transformation. Just finished "The Adultery Diet." ANYHOW. My point was that I'd never heard of Lane Bryant until I read this book, and I suddenly know what you're talking about, muwaha.
On a side note, I hate Old Navy... I feel like nothing they have ever fits me right. Not that it doesn't fit, it just doesn't LOOK good...
Steph:
Woot, weight loss divas. I like the ring of that. ...that would make a better title to this forum than "3 Fat Chicks."
Anyone else ever browse the forums in a public place, and feel self-conscious that people around you might read "3 Fat Chicks" and judge?
YAY for the new camera, darling! I'm so jealous. I'm in love with digital editing, so my having a 5 megapixel camera is actual blasphemy...
I have faith in you becoming a weight-losing machine, woman. Make a few goals, let's see 'em.
HWGA:
I've heard a lot of tips about breaking through plateaus... I've often heard that a day where you completely ditch the diet and go overboard calories-wise can often surprise your metabolism into moving again. Maybe go up to 2500-2800 one day, then kick 'er back down to your alloted amount, while continuing your exercise routine? Just a suggestion. *shrugs*
Kelli:
Wouldn't you know that my cookies got too hard to eat overnight, so I had to make ANOTHER batch... cue me feasting on more raw dough... *shakes head sadly* Man, it makes me feel ill when I do that...
Elwing:
OH, ice CREAM!!! Ooookay, I understand! ...and yeah, your English is good, I'd never know it wasn't your first language.
My sculpture... no, my sculpture wasn't made of cookies. It was an assignment to create a destabilization of an object... So, I created a toilet-esque figure out of a bucket, and a children's toilet seat, spray-painted and glazed, and turned it into a cookie jar. The point was to confuse perspective, and get viewer involvement. I know, us art students are f*cked, eh?
sh3l5:
And a successful week to you too!
Chele:
Aw, that's awesome, it sounds like you had fun!
Heather:
Ugh. Jar candy = evil. After I finished with my sculpture (see above personal to Elwing) I left it on a table in the art building near the door that people smoke outside of. I didn't want to bring it home full of cookie temptation. The stoners will get stoned and have the munchies, come in and empty it out for me. Thank the weight-loss gods for potheads...?
As for the healthy feeling... woman, I have faith!!! Keep working at it, you'll break through your plateau!!!
Meredith!!!
There you are, chica. Was missing you! I'm thrilled you're back, and more dedicated than ever! You've worked way too hard and come way too far to not keep pushing and moving! You'll be in Onederland in no time.
And... ditto about women who push through long-standing plateaus. I ***** if I sit at 158 for 4 days... what a spoiled whiny child am I, lol?
RHTS:
See, that's where my mouth woulda gotten me in trouble with a snarky, "So, shall I just FABRICATE the information for the brief, or may I borrow your x-ray goggles so that I might see through the wall of your office and get the info THAT way...?"
VDay:
This just proves it... all along. It was that damn wheat... wheat and baked goods and sugary junk. I honestly believe that this wheat/gluten-free thing is what's kicking my metabolism into high-gear...
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And as for me...
Today is a day of highs and lows, and while the highs outrank the lows in number... the low is.. well. You'll see.
Highs:
1. I did my laundry last night. I've accumulated enough clothing to last me about a month, fresh underwear included... so I don't do it often. I don't enjoy it, and thus...avoid it. I get good use out of my jeans, and will wear clean items that I think look like crap to avoid doing my laundry.
So... I did laundry, and in doing so found a cute skirt I'd forgotten I owned. (Every time I do laundry is like rediscovering clothing I forgot I had...) Today I wore the skirt, knee-high black leather boots, a scoop-neck top, and cinched the skirt's same-fabric belt around my waist. I got about 8 compliments on how "nice" I looked and felt kinda hot.
2. My sculpture critique is over. It didn't go bad. It didn't go GOOD, but it didn't go badly. I have a B- overall in the class at the moment. Ehh.
3. One of the guys in my sculpture class has been displaying interest. I have a man, and I'm not one to stray, but.. it's always nice to see that there's interest. Flattering, like. We wander around looking at sculptures, standing in groupings while the prof rambles, adding in our two cents here and there. He kept strategically placing himself near me. And you know when you kinda shift your weight, and realize suddenly your arm is touching someone else's, and you're invading their personal space... and you go, "Oh sorry," and step away a bit...? Well, he leaned, his arm touches mine, and he leaves it like that for a good minute, leaving me to wonder how to move away from my perch against the wall without being obviously evasive... and every time I looked up, he was staring at me, then he'd glance away.
Anyhow, it's a high, because ****, what woman isn't flattered by attention. Whee.
4. I stepped on the scale for sh!ts and giggles tonight, still in the throes of my TOM... 155.4. At 10 pm, after having finished all my meals for the day... this is just... too effing good to be true.
The Low.
My man and I had a tiff on MSN last night. (If you don't already know, we're operating long-distance at the moment.) It didn't end that badly... I figured it was kinda over. I sent him a txt a few hours later saying, "I really care about you, babe. Even when we piss each other off.
" I didn't hear back from him, but that's normal, he's lazy with the txting.
But today was the first day since he flew back to Ireland on September 1st... that I didn't hear from him once, at all. It was like being punched in the stomach to check my phone for the last time at 9:30 pm (2:30 am in Ireland) and realize without a shadow of a doubt that he had chosen not to communicate at all with me today...
I know a lot of people would say it's a two-way street, but.. I txted him last night, I almost... I dunno, is it lame of me to say it's his turn...?
I'm really really proud, so I have a hard time txting and not getting anything back if he doesn't feel like bothering to txt me. It just makes me feel like ****. I shouldn't want to cry at the end of a day like today, I should feel elated with my successes, and the little good things. Why do I let the smallest things rip my heart out when there are good things to be grateful for?
