Tuesday, October 23, 2012

What happens in Vegas, I couldn't remember if I wanted to

Posting twice in a month, look at me go.  You’re probably asking yourself, “where DOES she find the time to spew out two underwhelming and inane blog posts in a mere 31 day window??”  I know, I thought it too. 

I technically hit the next 5 pound marker (-115.6) last week after inexplicably losing 3.4 pounds while binge drinking for 3 days in Vegas.  This takes me back to the last time I thought I was dying of organ failure in July 2011 where I experienced similar confusion with a giant loss after drinking myself into a near-coma.  I still don’t really get it, but it stayed off the last time so we’ll see what happens this time around.  WI is tomorrow so I’ll report back in ~7 weeks on what the scale says in the follow up week.

Oh right so, Vegas.  It. Was. AWESOME.  It was my first trip and it couldn’t have been better in any way.  I mean I guess it could have been better if Ryan Gosling was there pouring champagne, cocaine, and 100 dollar bills in my mouth, but short of that it was pretty friggen perfect.  What makes it even more awesome is that I went with 4 other girls I met through Weight Watchers, specifically through the online message boards.  Sounds creepy right?  It was, they’re total weirdos, in the best possible way.  I love them and had an amazing time with them and I love that we all converged from our respective corners of the earth for an insane weekend in Vegas. 
 
 

 

And now Halloween is coming up.  I’ve been trying to stay on the straight and narrow for the week and a half in between Vegas and Halloweening and doing alright with it.  I had a few situations necessitating a bit of drinking but all-in-all I wasn’t too bad and didn’t throw up or lose consciousness so I feel like that is a good sign.  I will have to do another Halloween side-by-side-by-side-by-side and however many sides it takes to equal the bajillion number of years/Halloweens I’ve been losing weight for now.  Looks like I’m down about 17 more pounds from last Halloween.  Slow and steady and all that crap.  Here’s a sneak preview of my really original firefighter costume. 

 
For the record, this is my roommate’s room/mirror. I do NOT have butterflies on my wall, like that needed to be said.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Well hey there

Ughhh it’s been like 1903493 days since I last posted.  I’m the worst.  I really should have at least updated after my 5 weeks without the scale to be all like, I DID IT!!  I’m a rock star!  But I got lazy and forgot.  I’m just going to copy and paste “I got lazy and forgot” and set this blog to auto-post that once a week because that basically sums shit up. 

SO let’s check the old weight tracker… My first WI after my scale-fast was -3.2, which netted out to -1.4 when you factor in my (legit) 1.8 pound gain from the previous week.  Since then I’ve been -1.2, +1.0, and then -1.4 this morning.  Anyway, that puts me at -112.2 as of today.  VERY pleased with that.  I still don’t know, or really care, what goal is.  I want to lose 12 more pounds and then maybe start taking it a few pounds at a time and see how I feel.

I feel good about my eating and exercise in general and have for awhile now.  I guess after 44 months of Weight Watching it should feel like second nature by now, and it does for the most part.  I’ve said this before but I’ve realized that my bad weeks are almost entirely situational.  Meaning that when I have something going on, a lot of dining out, traveling, or celebrations, I don’t do very well.  Not terribly, but I usually go over my points and I end up gaining.  This happens on more occasions than I can really justify, and yet I’m pretty cool with it.  Because the rest of the weeks, when I don’t have as much going on and I eat at home and don’t binge drink 5 nights a week, I do pretty well.  And all of those weeks combine into what ends up netting a slow creep downward on the scale.  For the most part, I don’t really struggle with binge-eating, or drive-thru-ing, or portion control or over-splurging at home.  On the other hand, when I go out to eat I sometimes still pretend it’s the last time I’ll ever eat again and I need to lick that shit clean.  But that balance is one I can live with. 

Annnnyway.  I’m sure I had a lot of deep thoughts to share about the inner reflection I did following my 5 weeks without the scale, but now that’s old news and I don’t really care much.  I definitely enjoyed the scale break and I don’t think it caused me to do any better or worse with my eating, so primarily it was a lovely mental break from the constant up and down which I’m sure my weight did for those 5 weeks.  Seeing one compact number at the end was nice.  Since then I’ve been weighing once a week only so I’ll be happy to stick to that for awhile, but might try another month at some point.

I was going to post a picture but couldn’t think of anything good or relevant so I’ll just do without.  Maybe next time?