Boys suck

Sorry, guys - but ya'll make it really hard on us ladies. My husband has done NOTHING healthy for himself...well, let me correct that - okay, he has restricted himself to one plate at each meal - one heaping plate...but no seconds...but other than that - no exercise, no dietary choices, no counting...and he's lost 14 pounds in like a month and a half. And he's under medical supervision for other things - so it's not like he got some weird weight-loss disease. Grr. Not that that would make me feel any better. And don't get me wrong, I'm glad he's losing the weight...it's just not helping me in my quest. Selfish - absolutely! Honest, yes.

But the good news is my scale says I'm down two more pounds and into a new set of numbers in the tens column...I don't feel it, and I'm not a believer in "the numbers don't lie" because scales are simple machines that can break or misread...

In fact I feel heavier than ever - which I know is not possible, because I'm definitely not where I was. And it's the little things that remind me of that - the way clothes fit, the way jewelry fits, etc.

I had an awful lunch yesterday - and knew it when I made the choice, knew it while I was eating it, and knew it afterwards. I made much better choices for dinner - fresh veggies instead of creamed spinach, baked potato (with everything on the side) instead of garlic mashed...a 6 oz portion of steak instead of 12...but that lunch is still with me. It was a total emotional thing. I was feeling down, and in a way, I must have wanted to confirm that feeling - I certainly didn't look to the fast food as a comfort. And with each bite that tasted awful, I kept thinking to myself, why? Well, maybe that's the point I needed to reach with that.

Similar to last cigarette I smoked. Every drag was awful. The taste left on my lips stayed with me for a while, and no matter what I did - brushed my teeth, chewed gum, used lip chap - I couldn't make it go away deliberately. I carried the reminder with me for a while of the awful habit.

So maybe this is the same thing. Foods of the past just don't taste the same to me anymore. We're starting to cook more at home, healthy, really tasty choices...not necessarily less calories - but whole, real foods, no additives, no processing...other than my blender...and we're having fun. We try to make it a family event...and that makes it more enjoyable.

I'm getting there...we're getting there...I can't change my life in a day - especially if I want it to stick, and I can't beat myself up for that either.

Yeah, okay...so...I'm a little behind on my entries. But that's par for my veritable course. Not a good thing, necessarily, but typical. Hey, it took me how many tries to quit smoking?

So, I'm moving around a lot more - which is a good thing, but it's definitely still not intentional enough. I got all cocky with my Wii Fit when it concluded my Wii Fit Age to be 35 after going down from 39.

And I've cut out a lot of snacking - especially at night...lots of water. But man, I cannot kick the Diet Coke thing. For anything. I remember in high school there was a girl whose mom was addicted to Pepsi. It was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard. And now look at me. I am drinking less of it, but I cannot shake it for anything.

I just don't get how my body can swing so drastically in a 10 pound range - almost daily. Can I really be retaining THAT much water? 10 pounds worth? And why can't it ever drain out my boobs?

I'm in the wrong place

I've always had a sneaking suspicion that Florida was not the landscape for me. I can appreciate it for what it is - it has a unique beauty, and I do love the winters...but being here in the mountains of Virginia - I feel at home. I love grass I can roll around in, mountains I can climb, fresh bodies of water without the threat of alligators! I have been hiking every day of my vacation here, whether above or below ground (VA is full of easily accessible caves - and though I haven't moved to official spelunking yet, I would love to - once my body is in a place to fit through those small places!)...and I feel AMAZING. Invigorated, refreshed - the air is so clean and crisp here - I could go on for days. We're getting ready for some more hiking this afternoon, and then swimming later.

It's amazing how healthy I can be when I'm not working. No fast food, no crashing on the couch (other than after a full outdoor day), we've cooked almost every meal - and it feels so good. Somehow I need to take some of this home...somehow...

So the good news is...

Actually is a fewfold –

 

1. I bought a dress on Sunday and it was one size smaller than usual.  Oh, I now really love Target. One down, QUITE a few to go! 
2. I had a bunch of statistics done for a health assessment, and besides the obvious issue (hello, toes oh, where are you?  In my own defense, if I carried more weight away from the boobs I could get a better view), and per my online assessment I’m in excellent health.  Whoo hoo!  Cholesterol good, blood pressure good, glucose levels – all good. So that’s…good.
3. Ikea opened.  I know that has absolutely nothing to do with my health, but it brings me peace of mind.  In part because now Tampa feels a bit more civilized and current, and in part because now I can get gravlax more often (fish is good, fish is good!). 

 

Now their scale actually put me up a few pounds from my last weigh in here, but I also tried to weigh my purse (just for fun) and I couldn’t get it to work – believe you me, it’s freaking heavy.  So for consistency’s sake we’ll stick with my own, and I figure since the new purchase was a size smaller, it’s got to be at least recording a correct ratio, even if not the exact number.

 

If only my feet could get smaller again too…sigh. At least I no longer live where I have to fight the drag queens for the large size shoes.  My new post baby foot size would make it next to impossible.

So five pounds at the end of a month. Honestly, I'm a bit surprised. I didn't shoot out of the gate with the gusto I had planned, so I'm quite pleased actually. It must have been a pole dancing in Dallas. Maybe we could have a class at the Y.

Now let's see what happens if I actually put some effort into this.

I tried..sort of

So - I actually brought work out wear along with me to Dallas. It never made it out of the bag. However, I didi do a lot more walking than usual I even if just for the sheer size of the hotel complex. And I managed to keep myself to 2 diet cokes a day (it was a pepsi hotel and dcs were almost three bucks a shot! ). Maybe if .ickey d's raised instead of lowered their prices I'd stay away from that too.
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Water...sigh.

The family is indulging ina late afternoon ice cream snack. I am not. I'm drinking a big water. A big-big water. Yeah, um, it's not quite the same.
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