Friday, April 23, 2010
I also celebrated this accomplishment today by PIGGING OUT on Sconecutter. Why? Because I was hungry of course. But more so, it sounds like my beloved Utah original fast food scone shop is going out of business. I just had to say goodbye.
I'm still within my points, so that's good. I'm just not up on all my healthy checks for the day. That's alright, tomorrow is another day. Today is not shot, it was fine. I stayed within my points, didn't go overboard, and I'm satisfied. I figure one "cheat" day a week is alright, and I hope that eventually I'll get to the point where I don't want to cheat and undo all the good I did.
7.8, that's so awesome!
Monday, April 19, 2010
Besides that nonsense, the Weight Watchers is going good. I haven't been to a meeting yet, I go Thursday, but I joined officially on line last Thursday. The website is way too handy, I couldn't go without it so I had to buckle down and join.
My coworker has so fair lost 17 pounds in a little over a month, so that's very encouraging. Foodwise I'm doing great, I just need to get the excercise in. My 3 month long bleeding extravaganza however is not conducive to excercise, and it has also made me anemic which doesn't help with me being fatiqued all the time. Getting up and moving is just about the LAST thing I want to do besides attend a Miley Cyrus concert.
Hopefully things will start getting better though, I know once I start excercising I'm usually pretty good at sticking with it.
Now off to bed at the geriatric hour at 0700 pm so I can be to work by 0430 am. Lose, lose.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Holy long time no blog Batman!!!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009
All in all it was a good trip. Sadly I went a bit off my diet and had some In-n-Out burger. Really though, that's the whole reason my friend wanted to go down south. We don't have the infamous burger chain in northern Utah, though we learned that they are building one near us. I just know that the place will be INSANE when it opens, so we decided to try the place out before everyone else to see what all the hype is about. The burgers are okay I suppose.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
I dyed my hair dark with some blonde highlights left in. I'm not completely ready to get rid of the blonde, but I'm getting there. I think I look better with dark hair, but after being a blonde my whole life it's a little weird looking in the mirror.
I've lost 2 pounds, which is a good thing. The bad thing......I'm still drinking that dang Mountain Dew. I went about 2 days without it, and the headaches were horrible. I started on my weekend, but when Sunday (which is my Monday) came, I caved and had one. And I've had one every morning since then. I have to be to work at 4:45 in the morning, which is a terrible time for anyone to be awake and I feel like I NEED the caffeine. I know I don't. So here we go again, I'm getting rid of this obsession, I swear.
My problem is I just don't like water all that much. I'll learn to love it though, I promise. Maybe if I didn't drink so much soda I would be thirsty, and nothing tastes better then water when you're thirsty.
So this past weekend I reaffirmed my need to lose this weight. Like I really needed another reason besides my overall well being, but you know vanity is also a pretty good reason I think. I went out with my good friend Becki to celebrate Mardi Gras. I use to go out a lot, always with a big group of my friends. I was a tad smaller then, but not small by any means, but I felt okay and I always had fun. Lately I haven't gone out because I'm not feeling great about myself. I'm the heaviest I've ever been and really none of my clothes fit me anymore. I decided to suck it up though and go out because I'm only 24 years old. That's what I should be doing.
Everyone more or less bailed and I ended up just going with Becki. Tiny and cute little Becki. Everywhere we go she gets hit on, more or less by every single guy within ten miles of her. I don't mind it so much when we're in a group because while Becki is getting a million numbers, I have a plethora of other people to talk to. This weekend though, it was just us.
So I had to stand by while guy after guy hit on her. I had to watch while guys eyeballed her everywhere we went. I had to force a smile when guy after guy would shake my hand and politely ask me my name before turning their full attention to my friend. We started out at the club we use to go to all the time. I've always hated that place......the crowd there consists of frat boys mostly. I don't get along well with frat boys. Becki does though.
Then we decided to head to the gay bar that was having a huge Mardi Gras party complete with drag show and whatnot. I was excited. I get along very well with gay guys and I knew I would feel more comfortable there knowing that Becki wouldn't be getting hit on every 2 seconds.
Leave it to Becki though to find the 10 straight guys in the club. Or really, for them to find her and then subsequently buy her drinks while I sit by and fiddle with my phone.
I love her to death. She is very thoughtful and she's also the one that gets the rest of us out of the house most of the time. She is also not very bright (she once asked me how to spell cloud and book), and really kind of lacks overall in the personality department. But she's hot, so I get why everyone I know, including the one guy I love (story for another time), falls head over heels for her as soon as they meet her.
I felt horrible the entire time we were out. I hate being the token fat friend. I hate feeling like everyone is looking at me like I have no right to be out at the club. I hate feeling too uncomfortable with myself to dance and have fun.
I realize I'll never be Becki's size. I'll never be able to wear the clothes that she wears, and that kind of hurts. But I want to be a good size for me. A healthy, normal looking size. I want to be cute and be able to wear cute clothes and I want to get hit on ONCE by someone who isn't a 40 year old guy with a beer belly.
Being fat is, coining my favorite phrase, THE SUCK.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
That's me on the far right with all the little drill team girls.
Then one day my sophomore year, a girl in one of the dance classes I was a teacher's assistant in told me I was so brave for being on the drill team and dancing in front of the whole school with all the size 0 girls on the team. I'm not sure why that, more so then all of the harsh comments I had received my whole life, opened up the self esteem floodgates. After that, it was like everything that had ever been said to me came rushing out and I began to hate myself.
I'd never thought of myself as brave, I was just doing what I loved to do. I was good at it, and I had worked hard to become the dancer that I was. I never really thought that my weight should have kept me from performing.
After that everything changed. I heard the rude comments, and they hurt. This time, when my dance teachers told me I needed to lose x amount of weight, I listened. Before that I knew I was healthy, though I did weigh more then I should, but I was keeping everything in check with working out and eating right. I just couldn't lose the weight no matter what I did, so before the brave comment I brushed off what my teachers said because I felt I couldn't do more then what I was already doing.
Around Christmas time my sophomore year I started throwing up everything I ate.
It was the only thing I hadn't tried yet, and I figured it would be the only thing that would work. I lost some weight, but I lost myself completely in the process. I didn't really care about dance or my grades or anything anymore. I stopped dancing at my studio, though I kept up with drill team. I became angry and depressed and I more or less hated my life. It continued this way until I became a senior and I couldn't take it anymore. I quit drill team and just did dance company, which was wonderful. I still binged and purged once in a while, but nothing like I had been doing the 2 years prior. I put some of the weight back on, but I was happy anyway.
Dance company my senior year. I'm on the left.
My senior year was great. The years after high school were also great, except I stopped dancing. I got too busy with work and college and eating. I don't know what happened, but after I stopped dancing I stopped being healthy altogether. I moved out of my parents when I was 18, and I've been on my own since then. I've lived on fast food, soda, soda, and more soda. Not to mention the fact that for a while I went out with friends every weekend to the bar to get our drink on.
Right before graduating high school. Me on the left with my super thin friend on the right. In the middle is our bus driver who safely took us to San Francisco.In the almost 6(!) years since high school I have gained over 100 pounds.
Me six months ago on the left.
I weighed myself today for the first time in a really long time.
No, no, no. That just will not do.
So here I am about to start the weight loss journey the healthy way. I haven't purged in 6 months, which is great. I have stopped drinking alcohol almost altogether......though every once in a while I may drink on a special occasion. There hasn't been one of those in about a year, so that's not a big deal I think. Now I just need to learn how to eat better, and cut out Mountain Dew.
Mountain Dew is my lifeline. I love it, I really do. But I know that I can't love it anymore, and thus Mountain Dew and I will be breaking up. Today. Let the caffeine headaches commence.
I need help though. Any tips, tricks, words of wisdom you can share with me would be great. I'm researching all I can, but any words or encouragement would be very much appreciated.
Wish me luck.