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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Good day

1. I liked the scale this morning.  Though I think I need a new one.  I can go up and down 10 pounds in a day on that one. 
2. I took the time to go for a walk this morning before I went to work.
3. At lunch, I walked to a place and eat and back – about one mile altogether.
4. I didn’t have diet cola at lunch!  I had tea – ¾ unsweeted, and a quarter sweet – just to avoid the sweetner.
5. I actually felt awake at about 3:30 – usually a big crash time.

 

Good day all around.  Off to Dallas tomorrow.  All our meals are taken care of at this conference with the exception of one, so…we’ll see how that goes.  I’m assuming since it is a YMCA conference, we might just get some healthier options?  Well, it is Texas.  Yee haw!

Cookin' with Mags

I guess I'm going to have to cook. Good grief. It's the only way I'm going to be able to get a better handle on the nutrition in this house. My husband's been doing the cooking since we met - and well, as my zaftig figure attests - a damn good one. And "good" not so much in the sense of healthy. Carbs, carbs, meat, and carbs. Good for the soul, not so much for the hips, butt, thighs, waist...

Misunderstandings continue

Now, I guess I’m not sure what the phrase, “I won’t do anything to sabotage your plans,” means when a husband says it.  I thought it was pretty clear, straightforward and supportive.  And I am aware that I am in control of the choices I make, what food I put into my mouth, if and when I get off my patoot and exercise, etc.  However, I didn’t thinking baking your wife’s favorite chocolate chip cookies and cooking them just underdone, the way she likes them best makes the cut here.  I didn’t notice what was happening until I smelled them cooking.  I posed the question, “what’s up with the cookies?  They’re not exactly making this easy.” – with an assumption that he was understanding the context.  His reply was that he was making them to get them out of the house.  We had them, and there was no sense in wasting them, so he had to make them.  I’d like to note for the record that I did not buy them. 

 

This is going to be harder than I thought.  Though my husband made it clear he would not be joining me on this “adventure”, after I implored him to do so (especially after his last doctor appointment).  But he did say he would be supportive and uttered the above phrase in showing so.  No matter how much support I get at work, and even from my kids – who have been great so far, encouraging me to exercise, I guess I didn’t realize how much of an effect my husband would have on me.  It’s not like me to let anyone influence me in that capacity…or at least so I thought or would like to think about myself.  But maybe that’s one of my problems.  Well, that’s not a maybe, really. 

 

Before getting into the psychoanalytical repercussions of this realization I’ll stop for now.  And cut.