Ugh. WHY DID THERE HAVE TO BE PIE?!!! 202.8. The battle continues.
Very little of yesterday went according to plan. I had to work last night and so split my day into two shifts, one in the morning and one in the evening. Weather was looming and I wasn’t sure I would be able to get all my errand run. (I was right.) But I did manage to get to the grocery store and get almost everything we needed for tonight and tomorrow. The really nasty stuff held off until after I was at home. But then I just waited it out. I don’t mess around when I hear there is the chance of 60mph straight-line winds. The consequence of this was that I didn’t make it to the gym. 😦 So I was very worried about stepping on the scale this morning.
But for no reason!!!!!! (happy dance! happy dance!) I am very pleased to report that as of this morning I am at 201!!!!
OK. So I haven’t talked about weight-loss in a while. I’ve been at a plateau. In all honesty, it has been a generous plateau. Though I haven’t been losing, I’ve not been gaining either. I’ve been between 203 and 205 the whole time. An immediate problem has focused my attention on getting passed this. I am two weeks from my thirty-fifth birthday. And, well, I refuse to go into thirty-five on this side of 200.
So here’s the plan. For the next two weeks I am going to obsess about counting calories. Those going in at meals and out at the gym. No more of this lackadaisical attitude. I’m going to weigh everyday, even though I know I’m not suppose to. As of yesterday I was 204.8. This morning I was 202.6. And by my birthday, I will be in the 190s.
Yes. I know that there is a Thanksgiving and a wedding between me and that date. I don’t care.
I’m not recommending that anyone else do this, by the way. I’m not doctor. I didn’t stay at a Holiday Inn last night. I’m just gonna put my shoulder into the wall and push.
Yes, yes. I know. The story is really The Princess and the Pea. But I think my title is more appropriate and realistic. You thought the whole story was about testing to see if a girl was really a princess by seeing if she could feel a tiny pea through all the mattress of a big-girl bed. But, I imagine the whole story is really about a girl with a tiny bladder who has to make it to the bathroom in time to pee. Only then,of course, once truly potty trained, can she make the next step in maturity by sleeping in her new big-girl bed without a pull-up.
I sincerely hope that you were not also up this early in the morning. I am, mostly, a morning person, but even 5am is a little early. I appreciate what people say about getting up before everyone else and getting things done around the house. Getting a jump on things! But I have two problems with this idea. The first is that these folks must live in a house with much better sound proofing than mine. The second is that I just cannot seem to break through the mental wall that defines everything this side of 6am as just too damn early. I’m sure it has something to do with having to get up at 4am during my “formative” years to get in the car and get my stepfather to work on time. But I still don’t have a way around the wall yet. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.
“So why is she up so early,” you may be asking yourself.
Well, truthfully. I had a dream about my grandparents. I am unsure whether to classify it as a “dream” or a “nightmare.” I have dreams like this pretty frequently, but this one was particularly difficult. In my dream they were both alive. Their house had been sold, like in real life, and they wanted to go back and have a look. Though my grandmother was no longer living when the house sold in real life. It was as if they just hadn’t been around when it sold and so a lot of things were left behind that they never intended to leave behind. And then the inevitable happens. One minute I’m holding my grandmother’s hand and arm to help her down some stairs and the next minute I’m awake in my bed and she is gone. Again.
This part never gets any easier, does it?
So a month has passed since I last touched base. In that time, my kid officially turned four. I maintained my 15ish pound weight-loss. Feared I might have lost one of my oldest friends to our lives moving in separate ways. Coordinated the Homecoming events at work. Recovered from coordinating the Homecoming events at work. Got incredibly irritated with some house guests. Finished two quilt squares under the tutelage of <a href = “http://www.etsy.com/people/trelilli. And finally bought tickets to head to Brooklyn for a wedding.
Reading that just makes me want a drink and a nap.
Here’s a interesting wrinkle brought up by that last item on the list. During the last three-four years, I haven’t exactly bought a slew of clothes. In fact, I’ve only bought what I really had to buy. This has been good on the check book but not so good on my options for anything NOT work related. And so now, I find I have a wedding and absolutely nothing to wear to it!!! The only things I have that are even remotely appropriate are now too big AND not at all garments for an early winter wedding in Brooklyn, NY. And, truthfully, I have found a number of lovely things I would like to order, but I really don’t want to drop 100-150$ on an outfit in a size I hope to not be for very long.
Anyone got something I can just borrow? Size 16. 29ish inch inseam. A little baby chub left on the belly. Not especially busty. I’ll just wait. Shall I?