And it's only Monday..

I came back good from a weekend of working.  Nothing helps you stay on a healthy eating kick like foregoing a weekend to work!  I didn't want to weight myself so soon into the week, but I did when I got home from work and I'm down another .8 at 189.1!!  Woohoo!

Work it out, work it out, work it out, work it out.

I feel great right now.  I called a "co-dieter" last minute and invited her to work out with me.  After working all weekend, I wasn't motivated to do much and was a little bummed after spending time with my family last night.  It was great, I tackled the elliptical for 45 minutes and then showed her how to use free weights.  All in all, a pretty good workout, especially for a Sunday night.

Friday night I got on the scale after getting home from work.  I knew going out to dinner would set me off for a day or two until I got back down, but I didn't want to wait until next week to see if I hit the 180s, which I did, but barely.  189.9.  But whatever, goodbye 190s!
Whenever I have to enter my weight into the treadmill or elliptical, I go to enter 200 something, not even thinking.  I can't believe I have lost 45.1 pounds.  I only started this journey 5 months and 1 day ago.  It hardly seems feasible that I've lost an 8 year old child off my midsection.  I love it!

So here comes the expensive part.  I've bought probably about $400 worth of clothes.  I know I shouldn't have, but it's addicting to see what sizes you fit into.  At Old Navy, I now fit a large in some shirts and I'm about 5 pounds away from comfortably fitting into a size 14 pants, without a muffin top.  I'm a realist - just being able to button them up means nothing.

I even had my husband takes photos of me the other day.  Did you ever feel like when you lose a lot of weight, you feel skinnier than you actually are?  That happened when I lost the first 20 pounds.  I felt lighter than air.  Then the wedding photos were developed and I was horrified.  But I was pleasantly surprised with the photos that I just had taken.  Something happens as you get closer to your goal weight - more shrinkage occurs.  And faster, out of nowhere.  Even when the scale isn't that different.  But I have a long journey ahead - another 58.9 pounds..

I love it.  I'm excited.  I'm wired.  Time for bed.

I'm gonna keep on truckin..

I finally saw another break through this week.  After seesawing back and forth for three weeks, I got down to 191.6 - down 43.4 pounds.  It's so frustrating how easy it is in the beginning, and how hard it gets as you trot along. 

I've boosted up the execising like, whoah.  I use the ellyptical at least three times a week, at least a 1/2 hour a shot, I walk and run everytime and I also have a weight routine.  I'm buring over 2000 calories a week with activity alone.  I would really like to lose 10 lbs. a month, but I don't see it happening.

I start classes in another week and a half.  I suppose that will make it easier, having another distraction from food.  As much as I would like to say that this is a lifestyle as this point, I still have my terrible momments of absolute binging.  I can still easily put down 5000 calories on a weekend day.  I feel like shit physically and emotionally afterwards, but it still happens.

On it goes..

Four and a half months in at this point..guess I have to reach the first year before I consider this a true life-style change.  For right now, I'm pretty proud of myself for getting back on the horse after the holidays with such ease.  This weekend was dicey - there was beer, there were boneless wings, there was dips and delicious desserts.  And Sunday was a nightmare between all the leftovers.  But I stayed within limits on Monday, Wednesday and Thursday (Tuesday I was good until dinnertime).  I even was good during our snow day off from work - after shoveling, I walked to the fitness center and worked out as hard as I could with the five machines they provide.  I'm up to 30 minutes on the elliptical and can run 6 out of 10 minutes.  I still need to strive with running though, it's pretty pathetic.

So, the 193.4 that I hit during the stomach virus was hard to keep.  The lowest I've gotten down to since then is 194.1 - now I'm 195.7 because I'm waiting for my damn period to come.  As soon as I get it I usually lose 4 lbs.  One thing I like about this life style change is that you really get to know your body.

As far as clothes sizes - I'm not quite a size 14 in woman's sizes, but a 16 is too big.  I'm definitely a 14/16 - but another 10-20 lbs should get me out of plus size altogether.  I'm thinking around 180 will do it.  At Old Navy a XXL is waayy too big, but an XL is a bit snug.  The two new jackets I bought are XL though, which is pretty cool.

So that's my story.  More next time.

Being between a rock and a hard place..

So I made it through the holidays.  Granted I have been sick for almost two weeks at this point, but I made it nonetheless and came out weighing less than I did going in.  Bronchitus and a stomach virus do wonders for your weight loss.  I weighed myself Monday and was shocked at the 193.4 that looked back at me.  Three days post-illness and eating normally, I'm at 193.9.  Which is fine with me, because as of January 3rd I am back on track full force!

For Christmas I got a plethora of weight loss tools and motivators including a myotape (a measuring tape to measure inches), a food scale and a weight watchers scale that measures percentages of a pound (hence my .9 weigh-in).  I also got some clothes and giftcards to use to buy new clothes.

The frustrating part is I have shopped at three different stores in the past few nights and have not bought anything but a jacket (which I am now a proud XL in the regular sized stuff at Old Navy!).  Apparently I'm between sizes, and not just with shirts and pants, but EVERYTHING - even underwear and bras.  It's ridiculous.  Forty one pounds down, my clothes look terrible.  But I refuse to buy anything too small and I won't spend money on clothes that are too big - I'd rather keep the stuff I have.

So that's my story.  Twenty-five pounds away from reaching my next goal.  Maybe I can do it in three months?