Stalled

A cold, the evil Thanksgiving holiday, and a general blahness have led to extreme sloth in the last three weeks. So getting on the scale today was frightening.

With more than a little surprise, I saw only a four pound gain over two weeks since last weigh-in. I had braced myself for worse. Yay, me. Sort of.

Got to get back on track.

The past week of no work and all play has proven an elixir to my weary soul. Even so, the prospect of work tomorrow is demoralizing. I keep forcing myself not to take "just one peek" at my work email. It would spiral into a complete review of my inbox, and an action plan for tomorrow morning. Best to enjoy what is left of the weekend.

Many fun times over the past 9 days.

Visited my peeps in NOVA. Met Marleigh - the sweetest American bull dog. She wouldn't fit in my bag, or she would have come home with me. Actually, it was fear of the hub's reaction to dragging home a dog that kept me from stealing her!

Saw LauraLea and Tripp Fabulous. Seven months pregnant and still rockin' - that's one tough lady!

Shopping on Monday with Courtney. She who still hasn't guest blogged. Hint, hint... Managed to finally replace my falling apart shoes. I hate shopping.

Tuesday napped through a coffee date with my favorite bartender, Xtina. She has forgiven me.

Wednesday through Friday visited the hometown. Late lunch and coffee with mom, Sarah, and WALT at the local greasy spoon. Mmm...chocolate chip waffle (four pounds, remember...I did half with my mom, at least).

Saturday another Megan sighting, this time on my turf. Took her and her momma to my favorite local coffee shop. They were duly charmed.

Last night slumbered in my bed with new flannel sheets. This morning - extra difficult crawling out of bed.

I love fall.

Interesting

Another week...and, well, another two actually, since I didn't get around to checking in last weekend.

It wasn't ENTIRELY because I gained two pounds, but that fact didn't exactly inspire me to post.

So imagine my surprise when I discovered a drop of eight pounds on the scale today.  That's a net drop of six pounds from two weeks ago.  (Didn't think you'd learn some math on this here blog, did ya?)

The surprise was exacerbated by the fact I really wasn't on my best behavior this week.  I didn't work overly hard for it, but I'll take it.  Maybe it's the power of somewhat positive thinking?

This past week held a visit to the local "big city" to see Rob Zombie and Alice Cooper in concert.  Yeah.  Basically awesome.  I think Alice Cooper and Dick Clark use the same, um, preservation expert.

Hubby and I are still enjoying Extreme Decluttering 2010 - The Event.  I won't say we had much to get rid of in the first place, but there was room for improvement.  Was it watching all those episodes of Horders that drove us to this?  Probably.

It feels good to lose weight of all kinds.

Surprise

Color me shocked, as I discovered a one pound drop on the scale this morning. It was Customer Service Week at ye old work place, and that meant an abundance of food. I also enjoyed several meals out, and didn't exactly go for the lite menu at all of them, if you know what I mean.

I was hoping for stasis, at best, so seeing a slight drop makes me happy. It means that keeping up activity is key. It means that watching portion size and still eating what I want is working.

It means that there is hope that I can live a normal life without being obsessed with counting calories and exercising compulsively.

It means I might be able to do this after all.

Cipherin'

Two pounds lighter this week. Feeling immeasurably better.

I believe this blog could turn into an algebraic word problem: Given all blog entries defining weight loss over these years, and this announcement in December 2012 that Tammy has met her goal weight, at what weight did she start?

First correct answer wins. The prize? Um, maybe my CPAP machine? Given my love / hate relationship with it, would be a fitting gesture. The hope being with great weight loss, the need for the damn thing will go away.

I love the fall. Here's one reason why:




Sure, the spring means new hope and renewal, but the fall feels cleansing to me. And the colors sure are purdy.

Progress

Down four pounds this week. Almost on my goal line at SparkPeople. The goal is more like a guideline. As long as I feel better, and am happier with myself, I don't care what the scale says.  But it's still good to see progress.

At my lightest adult weight, in my mid-20's, a family friend told me I was downright skinny. During that conversation (with Mrs. Louise Mullins, R.I.P.), I expressed that I would kill myself if I ever gained it back.  I guess I was a little bit of a drama queen in my younger years...

Not only did I gain it back, but I gained more.  And I'm still alive.  So either I forgot about this conversation (I didn't) or I'm not one to follow through (guess I'm not).  Either way, can't unspill milk.

Moving forward.

Goals

I really stink at this blogging thing. Even so, I guess I'll keep it up. My rabid followers can't all be wrong...right? Hello? Are all five of you still there?

I'm inviting a friend to be a guest blogger. She'll bring a little je ne sais quoi to the party. Or she'll prove more prolific than I am, and shame me into posting more. If she accepts. If she doesn't decide this blog is too lame to live.

Either way, I'll continue to do what I can with what I've got.

In other news, I have decided that I want to weigh 160 pounds by my fortieth birthday. This is a little over two years away. I will need every day, week, and month of it.

I don't imagine I will be as brave as Tyler and bring you weekly weigh-ins and candid photographs, but I'm hoping a little bit of transparency will help keep me honest and focused.

That is all. I now return you back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Communication

I think the shift from telephone calls to text messaging is due to the fact people want more flexibility to use the bathroom while talking. Think about it.

On the same note, when you walk into a public facility and see an unflushed toilet, is there any doubt the person was talking on the phone and didn't want to let the party on the other end of the line know?