Surprising Loss

220.1

After having eaten poorly this week and only run twice, I see this as a win for losing at all.

Saturday was especially interesting.  Not only did I have to pay attention to what I was eating, I have a $10 spending limit for food and I was traveling to, from and in NYC.  I was kinda smart about it and brought along an apple, a pear, some baby bell light cheese wheels, and granola (which I didn't even eat).  I also had great seat-mates who kept me laughing the whole 13+ hour trip, so I must have been burning some calories while sitting still.  I ended up eating a stromboli and a quesadilla in addition to the snacks, so I didn't really do too badly.  I drank only water, but did smoke a few.

I also got to see A Streetcar Named Desire and be part of a photo shoot where old women elbowed me out of the way to get close to Blair Underwood.  For folks who don't know, Sycamore Rouge is located in Petersburg, hometown of Mr. Underwood.  His dad, Frank, is on our Board of directors and I'm good friends with his brother, Frank Jr.  This trip was coordinated as a "Petersburg Pride" day.  We all have on red t-shirts.  :)

As you can see, my face barely makes it in (see that one white girl on the left?) due to the insane old woman love of Blair.  You should know that the was so pressed up against the woman in front of me that Blair's arm was resting on my bosoms.  A good day.  :)

I Won!

I won this week's weigh-in on Richmond Mommies!  I'm so proud of myself!





...... I won't think about what I ate yesterday......

Why Did I Wait?

I'm really enjoying "running".  I put it in quotations because I'm moving only slightly faster than walking.  I just really like it.  Why did I wait so long?  I used to always joke that I didn't run unless I was being chased by someone with a knife.  I don't know what I thought it would be like.  Maybe it's the way I'm starting in 60 second intervals, but I am really liking it and find myself wanting to do more.

The whole thing makes me seek further introspection.  I mean, was I saying things like that because I don't really like myself and didn't think I COULD do something like this?  I'm pretty self-deprecating on a regular basis, using comedy as a coping skill, but really-- what was I waiting for?  I feel like I CAN do anything right now.

Of course... maybe that's the endorphins talking.  Hell of a drug, a brain can be.

Terrific Twos

When I was pregnant, I always dreaded/looked forward to the scale.  I had MANY appointments because of my weight and because of PCOS, which lead to insulin dependent gestational diabetes.  I was severely limiting my carbs and LOST 30 lbs while I was carrying Margot.  During that time, carbs were not an option.  I just didn't eat them very much at all.  It wasn't that hard, really.  I remember having lunch with my dad one day and talking about how it really wasn't that difficult.  He's type 1 diabetic and also struggles with the same affliction: love of carbs and couches.  :)  Anyway, I remember the day I called Jesse and yelled, "222!"  I was so excited that my weight was all "2"s and that Margot was still healthy.

I know that no one should ever be excited when there is a "2" in front of their weight, but I'm down to 222.2 today!  That means I lost almost 4 lbs this week and it wasn't hard at all!  I'm hoping the rainy-ness goes away so that I can take Margot out for a walk/jog.  I *think* I started this thing at 227... so really, it's only 5lbs and almost 4 of that in just this week.

Just goes to show what paying attention to eating and a little jogging can do!

New-to-Us Stroller

Jesse, Margot and I just got back from our first walk with the new-to-us stroller.  I was really nervous because Margot has historically hated being in the stroller.  Tonight she screamed for a minute, but settled as soon as we strapped her in and gave her some Cherrios and milk.  :)  Jesse and I took a nice walk, probably about 25 minutes, and talked and enjoyed each other.

Thank you Ann from CL for a great deal!

Today I did not eat breakfast.  Boo.  Then I had an early lunch with Jesse at a Vietnamese restaurant and I feel like ass so we has pizza for dinner.  To be fair, I did look up which delivery place was the "healthiest" and ordered light cheese and light sauce.

Back on the wagon in the morning.

Couch to 5K

I decided today was the day.  

This is big for me because I've never, ever, ever run voluntarily before.  I'm not exaggerating when I say that the last time I remember running anywhere was to catch a bus in London.  That was 2003.  I did the first day of the Couch to 5K training thing and it was easy.  I mean I didn't even break a sweat because it was breezy out.  But really, it was not hard.  It makes me feel better about myself that I wasn't passing out like those folks on biggest loser on their first day.  Of course, I'm not being trained by Bob and Jillian either.  In any case, as soon as I got home, after chatting with my old lady neighbor for a few, I was motivated.  I cleaned out the garbage can (like, with the hose--- soooo gross), then filled it back up with broken branches from our yard.  I then took the hose and cleaned out Margot's kiddie pool.  I came inside and made a to-do list which included random errands, buying used sleepers for Margot, buying a used stroller for Margot and then letting her play in the play area in the mall.  She actually rode in the new-to-us stroller without screaming.  Win!

I also ate very little today.  Breakfast sandwich, Thai noodle lunch, lots of water, tuna for dinner and two sugar free Popsicles.  I think the key for me is being busy, but planning to eat.  If I get bored, I eat.  If I get too busy, I starve then binge.  It's a balancing act, I guess.

A New Day

Last night Jesse texted me and asked if I wanted ice cream and I said, "No."  It's a baby step and I'm proud of it.

This morning, I weighed in.  Ate breakfast and had some water.  I'm selling a bunch of stuff today and putting that money toward joining a gym.  I don't know which one, but I need somewhere else to go.  When I am home, I yield to what Margot and Jesse need.  It's what moms are supposed to do, but I've got to make my health a priority.

I'm just lucky enough to have a wonderfully supportive husband.  <3