4/19 - 4/25
...in which there's a veritable fashion show.
No weigh in this week. I haven't been awesome, what with Easter candy lining my arteries, but compared to Easters past I was a freaking beacon of self restraint. Did you know 4 gummi worms have 140 calories? That's bullshit and I'd much rather use those calories for a beer. Or one and a half fudgesicles. Also, I type fudgesicle a LOT, why isn't in my computer's dictionary yet? On Easter I did eat a whole (mini) bag of Cadbury chocolate eggs but it took me all day. And I had one of my cookies. But that was it. Damn good.
Last week I was dreading dress shopping for the first batch of weddings I'm going to this year. Two of the three I'm the photographer so I have to be professional, nondescript, but still look good. Cute, but keeping the legs mostly covered and boobs in locked and loaded position. Which can be tough. But there were dresses! Oh so many dresses at White House Black Market. I used to not be able to shop there, and because of my ample bosom and generous German back I'm still a 14 on top. But a doable, zip myself up kind of 14. I must have tried on eight or nine dresses, two of them I tried on multiple times before settling on a super cute polka dot one. I couldn't be more pleased. I wasn't even planning on buying anything today, resigned to the fact that dress shopping is for suckers and I didn't have a chance of finding one that works for me. But 35 pounds is a harsh mistress and I felt really good for the first time in a while. The dress I bought even has a cute bow/belt thing that I snap with the SECOND snaps, not the first ones. Bam. Skinny Nicole.
To celebrate, a German feast of rotkohl, kartoffelsalat and pork. And beer. Of course beer. I would be a disgrace to my heritage if I tried to lose weight by giving up beer. It was a good thought for those two days, but now I'm back to reality. Back to beer. And it's good.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Weeks 12-13
4/5 - 4/18
I work I work out. I work I work out. I go to wedding showers, baby showers, funerals, happy hours and then back to work and the gym. I enjoy tofu more than I ever thought I would. Prosciutto wrapped asparagus changed my world for the better. I've officially cut cheese out of my diet and feel pretty good about that. I'm now vegan except for the meat. And I will never stop eating the meat. I drank WAY too much beer over the last two weeks and am going to try really hard not to drink for... at least the foreseeable future. But I make no promises. Since my flat iron is broken I've started curling my hair and that's pretty cute for now, we'll see how long it lasts. Probably as long as my vow to stop drinking. UPDATE: Curling my hair lasted one day and not drinking lasted two. It's the playoffs! I can't be held responsible for my actions.
When I got on the scale yesterday I wasn't expecting a big number. What with the aforementioned many nights of beer drinking and cutting back on my cardio at the gym. Except for Wednesday nights. That's when Elyse and I watch American Idol. No judging.
I also wasn't expecting a big number because I'd lost 10 pounds in the previous six weeks. That's pretty damn good and I knew my body was going to be all "wait a minute meow, you're doing this again? Can't we just lounge and watch Mad Men and eat fudgesicles and drink wine?" And I say NO to my body and go back to the gym. Sucker. So I lost one pound over the last two weeks. I'm now 182.6 and getting ever closer to my first REAL goal of being 'normal' and not 'overweight'. Not bad considering I started just a hair inside the 'obese' category.
One more pound gone and 34 pounds total. I'd like to hit 40 by Memorial Day weekend and my gym buddy's wedding but either way I should get started dress shopping now. Ugh, dress shopping. I'd rather go beer shopping.
Oh and watch these. I've been obsessed with Epic Meal Time for a couple weeks now (thanks Tron) and these are a few of my favorites. They'll either make you really hungry, really disgusted, or just plain fall in love with Canada all over again.
Breakfast of Booze
Meat Cars
Meat Salad
I work I work out. I work I work out. I go to wedding showers, baby showers, funerals, happy hours and then back to work and the gym. I enjoy tofu more than I ever thought I would. Prosciutto wrapped asparagus changed my world for the better. I've officially cut cheese out of my diet and feel pretty good about that. I'm now vegan except for the meat. And I will never stop eating the meat. I drank WAY too much beer over the last two weeks and am going to try really hard not to drink for... at least the foreseeable future. But I make no promises. Since my flat iron is broken I've started curling my hair and that's pretty cute for now, we'll see how long it lasts. Probably as long as my vow to stop drinking. UPDATE: Curling my hair lasted one day and not drinking lasted two. It's the playoffs! I can't be held responsible for my actions.
When I got on the scale yesterday I wasn't expecting a big number. What with the aforementioned many nights of beer drinking and cutting back on my cardio at the gym. Except for Wednesday nights. That's when Elyse and I watch American Idol. No judging.
I also wasn't expecting a big number because I'd lost 10 pounds in the previous six weeks. That's pretty damn good and I knew my body was going to be all "wait a minute meow, you're doing this again? Can't we just lounge and watch Mad Men and eat fudgesicles and drink wine?" And I say NO to my body and go back to the gym. Sucker. So I lost one pound over the last two weeks. I'm now 182.6 and getting ever closer to my first REAL goal of being 'normal' and not 'overweight'. Not bad considering I started just a hair inside the 'obese' category.
One more pound gone and 34 pounds total. I'd like to hit 40 by Memorial Day weekend and my gym buddy's wedding but either way I should get started dress shopping now. Ugh, dress shopping. I'd rather go beer shopping.
Oh and watch these. I've been obsessed with Epic Meal Time for a couple weeks now (thanks Tron) and these are a few of my favorites. They'll either make you really hungry, really disgusted, or just plain fall in love with Canada all over again.
Breakfast of Booze
Meat Cars
Meat Salad
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Week 11
4/1 - 4/4
...in which my ass looks good in my goal jeans.
So it's only part of Week 11 but since I wrote so much last week I don't need as much right now. Unless you want to hear me bitch about being a privileged white girl that's too tall and getting skinny. You don't? Too bad. Apparently if I'm a size 12 Tall then my pants fit okay but if I'm a 10 Tall then I've somehow managed to lose weight AND about 2 inches off my height. So annoying but I'm pretty okay with it being my new biggest problem.
I weighed myself on Monday for the first time in two weeks and I was down three pounds. 183.6. Long way down from my original weight (33 pounds, whoop!) and pretty damn good I say, especially considering the day before I sat on my ass and played nine hours of Mario Kart for our annual tournament. (I came in 3rd and I'm just as proud of that as I am of the weight loss!) Yes, I did go to the gym in the morning, but there's usually more movement the rest of the day. I also had delicious bacon lager purchased for me by a friend who knows my penchant for bacon anything. Especially booze. Though I am still terrified to try bacon vodka, it just sounds awful and the only proper use I for it is in a Bloody Mary and I don't really like those anyway.
So even with the ass sitting, the beer drinking and the way too much sugar and crap (though for me it still wasn't as much as I used to ingest, I get full and sick faster now) the three pounds were quite nice. And not weighing myself gave me time to notice other things, like how my body seems to finally be figuring out this is for the long haul and is shaving down some inches. Just two weeks into my training workouts and I can notice my upper arms (the bane of my existence) appear smaller and better in t-shirts. Not that I've been wearing any t-shirts since it won't get higher than 50 degrees up in here, but still.
Also my skin looks way better. I'm sure the vitamins help, but I'm pretty sure diet and exercise are the real reasons everything on me is looking nicer these days. Also, I'm wearing my goal jeans right now (right now as I'm typing this!) and am only one (ONE) pound away from the lightest I've ever been as an adult. Sweet. My next few goals are easy. Six pounds here, four pounds there, another four here. Then I've given myself no time limit on the final six (or seven) pounds. They'll happen when they happen and I'll feel damn great about it too.
...in which my ass looks good in my goal jeans.
So it's only part of Week 11 but since I wrote so much last week I don't need as much right now. Unless you want to hear me bitch about being a privileged white girl that's too tall and getting skinny. You don't? Too bad. Apparently if I'm a size 12 Tall then my pants fit okay but if I'm a 10 Tall then I've somehow managed to lose weight AND about 2 inches off my height. So annoying but I'm pretty okay with it being my new biggest problem.
I weighed myself on Monday for the first time in two weeks and I was down three pounds. 183.6. Long way down from my original weight (33 pounds, whoop!) and pretty damn good I say, especially considering the day before I sat on my ass and played nine hours of Mario Kart for our annual tournament. (I came in 3rd and I'm just as proud of that as I am of the weight loss!) Yes, I did go to the gym in the morning, but there's usually more movement the rest of the day. I also had delicious bacon lager purchased for me by a friend who knows my penchant for bacon anything. Especially booze. Though I am still terrified to try bacon vodka, it just sounds awful and the only proper use I for it is in a Bloody Mary and I don't really like those anyway.
So even with the ass sitting, the beer drinking and the way too much sugar and crap (though for me it still wasn't as much as I used to ingest, I get full and sick faster now) the three pounds were quite nice. And not weighing myself gave me time to notice other things, like how my body seems to finally be figuring out this is for the long haul and is shaving down some inches. Just two weeks into my training workouts and I can notice my upper arms (the bane of my existence) appear smaller and better in t-shirts. Not that I've been wearing any t-shirts since it won't get higher than 50 degrees up in here, but still.
Also my skin looks way better. I'm sure the vitamins help, but I'm pretty sure diet and exercise are the real reasons everything on me is looking nicer these days. Also, I'm wearing my goal jeans right now (right now as I'm typing this!) and am only one (ONE) pound away from the lightest I've ever been as an adult. Sweet. My next few goals are easy. Six pounds here, four pounds there, another four here. Then I've given myself no time limit on the final six (or seven) pounds. They'll happen when they happen and I'll feel damn great about it too.
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