My last update was 229 right? Yes, but that was on the gym scale since I missed the meeting. I would think the gym and WW have similar scales. Or maybe it's the time of day you weigh in. Anyway, this week I wanted to find out and I know I've dropped weight, or at least it's shifted because I am finally getting comments.
So this week was experiment week but I'll need more testing.
On Saturday morning I weighed in at the gym after my workout - 225.7 lbs. It was 9:00 AM and I hadn't eaten anything and I did a run. Monday afternoon, back at the gym, around 4:30 I weigh in right after I lift and run and I am at 229 again. So, I head home, change and head over to WW where I am 230. HMMMMMM.....
So, time of day is important I know and I also a little skeptical of the WW scale not to be a cynic...but...I'm going to leave it at that.
Regardless, I am DOWN. I started this 'journey' pre WW @ 247 and no matte how you slice it I am down anywhere from 22 to 17 lbs. and I feel really good. I also feel very motivated. I shared with a friend the other day that I finally had a break though in the running department. I actually ENJOYED a run. I didn't spend the entire time thinking how far I had run or how far I had to go I just focused on the run and I liked it.
There you go - the pursuit to 205 continues.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Starbucks
Sorry for the lack of posts, time has just gotten away from me. I promise to weigh in tonight and I'm feeling like a good # is coming.
I wrote the following a couple of weeks ago. I've really enjoyed writing and I think I am finding my 'voice' as 2 of my closest friends call it who are also professional writers, editors and wonderful women I've known since we were 1o. I was tentative to post it but what the heck, here it is in it's raw and unedited form:
I wrote the following a couple of weeks ago. I've really enjoyed writing and I think I am finding my 'voice' as 2 of my closest friends call it who are also professional writers, editors and wonderful women I've known since we were 1o. I was tentative to post it but what the heck, here it is in it's raw and unedited form:
Starbucks
Coffee – I really don’t drink coffee. I think I’m supposed to drink coffee. As a kid, all the adults drank coffee; to me it was a sign of maturity. I went to college and everyone was drinking coffee – hey you’re on your own, you’re not really a grown up but we can act like grown up, let’s drink coffee. Not me, but I was sure that when I finally grew up I would one day drink coffee.
Inherently though I’m lazy, at least as far as coffee goes. Here’s the deal. Coffee is a pain in the ass to make. You gotta put the filter in, put the coffee in, dump in the right amount of water and then wait, then you pour it out and have to add in milk and a sweetener, and to top it all off you gotta clean up. What the fuck, that’s a lot of work just to get pumped up for your day, so in my inherent laziness and ingenuity I pop a Diet Coke as I walk out the door and voila I have caffeine…this isn’t rocket science kids.
So I’ve lived my adult life that way. Sure, I’ll drink coffee, but it’s at a business meeting, a client breakfast or after dinner with dessert, you know, basic adult stuff…but the key here is I do not work to get the coffee, so why not drink it.
This is all good until I encountered Starbucks. Now, Starbucks has been around a long time and I have avoided it like the plague. The few times I have ventured or been forced in it has been VERY uncomfortable. I had NO idea what to do and there was no one willing to help. The Starbucks aliens that work there are very friendly to their ‘kind’ but you introduce a human being to the counter that can’t say “Venti, decaf, quad something, something with a this or that” and they think you just landed. So, on the few times I had to go I just say “medium coffee” and I could feel the entire line and staff just laughing there asses off.
All of this changed in the winter of 2007. We were visiting my brother-in-law’s family in South Florida and I need to run out to the store for some wine, wine by the way I do thank you very much, and my sister-in-law says she’s dying for Starbucks can I get her something. Sure, no problem they are right next door to each other, WRITE DOWN what you want… no way am I approaching that counter without written directions. So I walk in and wait my turn, rehearsing my lines…”Grande nonfat 2 Splenda latte, Grande nonfat 2 Splenda latte”. It’s my turn and I nail it, like I’ve been doing it all my life. I’m freaking Michael Jordan hitting an 18 ft. jumper to win the NBA Championship; I’m Tiger Woods…never mind.
I strut out of the Starbucks, head held high, with Melissa’s grande nonfat 2 Splenda latte and I feel I need to take a sip…uh oh…I like it, I mean really like it. Here I am now 8 weeks later and 3 or 4 days a week going to Starbucks and ordering a grande nonfat 2 Splenda latte. I even giggle when some yahoo can’t figure out what to order. I’ve become the alien, assimilated into the borg….the kicker…I have NO CLUE WHAT THE FUCK I AM DRINKING…to this day, and I’m not asking.
Coffee – I really don’t drink coffee. I think I’m supposed to drink coffee. As a kid, all the adults drank coffee; to me it was a sign of maturity. I went to college and everyone was drinking coffee – hey you’re on your own, you’re not really a grown up but we can act like grown up, let’s drink coffee. Not me, but I was sure that when I finally grew up I would one day drink coffee.
Inherently though I’m lazy, at least as far as coffee goes. Here’s the deal. Coffee is a pain in the ass to make. You gotta put the filter in, put the coffee in, dump in the right amount of water and then wait, then you pour it out and have to add in milk and a sweetener, and to top it all off you gotta clean up. What the fuck, that’s a lot of work just to get pumped up for your day, so in my inherent laziness and ingenuity I pop a Diet Coke as I walk out the door and voila I have caffeine…this isn’t rocket science kids.
So I’ve lived my adult life that way. Sure, I’ll drink coffee, but it’s at a business meeting, a client breakfast or after dinner with dessert, you know, basic adult stuff…but the key here is I do not work to get the coffee, so why not drink it.
This is all good until I encountered Starbucks. Now, Starbucks has been around a long time and I have avoided it like the plague. The few times I have ventured or been forced in it has been VERY uncomfortable. I had NO idea what to do and there was no one willing to help. The Starbucks aliens that work there are very friendly to their ‘kind’ but you introduce a human being to the counter that can’t say “Venti, decaf, quad something, something with a this or that” and they think you just landed. So, on the few times I had to go I just say “medium coffee” and I could feel the entire line and staff just laughing there asses off.
All of this changed in the winter of 2007. We were visiting my brother-in-law’s family in South Florida and I need to run out to the store for some wine, wine by the way I do thank you very much, and my sister-in-law says she’s dying for Starbucks can I get her something. Sure, no problem they are right next door to each other, WRITE DOWN what you want… no way am I approaching that counter without written directions. So I walk in and wait my turn, rehearsing my lines…”Grande nonfat 2 Splenda latte, Grande nonfat 2 Splenda latte”. It’s my turn and I nail it, like I’ve been doing it all my life. I’m freaking Michael Jordan hitting an 18 ft. jumper to win the NBA Championship; I’m Tiger Woods…never mind.
I strut out of the Starbucks, head held high, with Melissa’s grande nonfat 2 Splenda latte and I feel I need to take a sip…uh oh…I like it, I mean really like it. Here I am now 8 weeks later and 3 or 4 days a week going to Starbucks and ordering a grande nonfat 2 Splenda latte. I even giggle when some yahoo can’t figure out what to order. I’ve become the alien, assimilated into the borg….the kicker…I have NO CLUE WHAT THE FUCK I AM DRINKING…to this day, and I’m not asking.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
WW update
down to 229 - woo hoo, under 230 lbs.
Lots of hard work, determination and a good old fashioned stomach bug :)
But really I am feeling good about the weight loss. Overall I am down 18 lbs from my heaviest of 247 lbs. I definitely can see the difference in my face. I am lifting 3 days a week, running 3-4 times a week and playing basketball twice a week. I am also watching Biggest Loser religiously and they are some serious motivation.
Lastly, we booked our summer vacation @ the beach last night so this year I am hoping not to look like one of the beluga whales @ the Georgia Aquarium. I'll still be white and pasty just hopefully not lumpy :)
Lots of hard work, determination and a good old fashioned stomach bug :)
But really I am feeling good about the weight loss. Overall I am down 18 lbs from my heaviest of 247 lbs. I definitely can see the difference in my face. I am lifting 3 days a week, running 3-4 times a week and playing basketball twice a week. I am also watching Biggest Loser religiously and they are some serious motivation.
Lastly, we booked our summer vacation @ the beach last night so this year I am hoping not to look like one of the beluga whales @ the Georgia Aquarium. I'll still be white and pasty just hopefully not lumpy :)
Monday, February 4, 2008
Disney's newest 'golden goose'
Maybe I'm late to the party, even though my girls and I have been watching the show for 2 years now, but Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana is a serious GRAVY TRAIN. First, her father Billy Ray Cyrus and his wife seem to have done an amazing job keeping her grounded. Second, Disney has capitalized BIG TIME.
This weekend we took the girls to see the Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus 3D Tour Movie. Here is the REAL genius of the Disney folks. The movie is out for ONLY ONE WEEK - how's that for urgency people? Your 6-11 year old girls come screaming and you MUST act now. So, of course you are willing to take the girls to the show, right? Right. You hop on Fandango plug in your theater and show (the first 2 were sold out FYI) and you voila you are ready to purchase. Where are the kids priced tickets? What's this General Admission deal, this isn't a 'real' show right? Ticket price you ask, $15 plus a $2 surcharge (so the Fandango folks are capitalists as well :)). Four tickets to a movie is $68 - ouch!
Reality is though that the girls had a BLAST! They were up dancing and singing with a packed audience as if Miley was really there.
Yours truly hummed and sang as well since I'm a fan too :)
This weekend we took the girls to see the Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus 3D Tour Movie. Here is the REAL genius of the Disney folks. The movie is out for ONLY ONE WEEK - how's that for urgency people? Your 6-11 year old girls come screaming and you MUST act now. So, of course you are willing to take the girls to the show, right? Right. You hop on Fandango plug in your theater and show (the first 2 were sold out FYI) and you voila you are ready to purchase. Where are the kids priced tickets? What's this General Admission deal, this isn't a 'real' show right? Ticket price you ask, $15 plus a $2 surcharge (so the Fandango folks are capitalists as well :)). Four tickets to a movie is $68 - ouch!
Reality is though that the girls had a BLAST! They were up dancing and singing with a packed audience as if Miley was really there.
Yours truly hummed and sang as well since I'm a fan too :)
Eli comes of age
He still looks goofy and too many passes are poorly thrown but last night it all came together for Eli and he looked every bit the part of Super Bowl MVP. Truly his defining moment was the escape on the last drive to find David Tyree.
As an Eagle fan it was tough to watch the Giants win the Super Bowl but they deserved the game last night.
I know one huge Giant fan would have loved to be there for it, but somehow I think he had first row seats for the entire run.
As an Eagle fan it was tough to watch the Giants win the Super Bowl but they deserved the game last night.
I know one huge Giant fan would have loved to be there for it, but somehow I think he had first row seats for the entire run.
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