Heaven, at this point on my weight loss journey would be a place where you get to eat ice cream, any food item with salted caramel, soft pretzels and mountains of oil and garlic laden pasta.
If you are as old as I am and older, you will remember this cartoon from childhood TV viewing. I didn’t realize it at the time, but these two kids are in foodstuff heaven! I can’t stop thinking about this cartoon! I want to be animated!
It’s OK. And I’m doing fine. In fact, I’m down another pound.
Another pound down. About ten to thirteen more pounds to go!
But there definitely is a struggle!
Oh yes. The struggle IS real–it isn’t processed like cheese food. It is real like a good brie!
The struggle feels like the one you get when you are trying to put tights on. You know what I’m talking about! They are called “tights” for a reason! Just getting them over your toes straight and not twisted is a struggle. And being this far into a diet is like having that tights struggle in your stomach!
You know what I mean. Forget getting tights up over the thighs–just getting them over the toes is bad enough!
Not going to lie. I actually had a moment two nights ago. When I arrived home from the office, Bonaparte noticed that I wasn’t quite “myself”. I was cranky and looked very sad. He thought I had a bad day. I had a bad lunch!!
And by that I mean I didn’t have lunch. Let me explain. My coworkers all have hearty appetites. (Which is one of the reasons I love my job so much!) And they order really good food. I’ve been bringing lunch—usually a sandwich thin and a Boca Burger or yoghurt and fruit. But on that particular day, I was running late and did without. So I drank my Chai tea instead.
And sitting with everyone in the conference room, and watching them enjoy plates of deliciousness just made me sad that I wasn’t joining in on the culinary fun! I know. This is my choice—but it got to me!
Bonaparte was concerned with my confession, but he was even more concerned when I started to cry. As in sobbing. As in tears streaming down my face. WHO DOES THIS OVER FOOD???? I’m a grown-ass woman for cryin’ out loud!
I think Bonaparte thought that I was as my mother would refer to, as “touched” in the head! I’ll agree with that!
Anyway, after that cry, I felt much better and was able to carry on.
Until yesterday. A coworker arrived at the office with a huge brown bag filled with Philly Pretzel Factory pretzels. Soft, salty, doughy twists of happiness. Like soft misshapen pillows these pretzels be. And I didn’t have any. Well, I did. But, I very carefully wrapped one up. And like a baby in a bunting, I took special care of it. I placed it gingerly in my purse. And I took it home. And last night for dinner, I ate it! I ate all 8 points worth! Yes—the pretzel is Weight Watchers friendly and had a decent point allowance. But—had I started eating this in the office, I would have gone back for a second and a third and quite possibly a fourth.
This is a loaded gun for me. Seriously. It is a trigger waiting to be pulled–and gobbled down!
I ate my pretzel with a side of boiled shrimp. Bonaparte remained concerned. I remained blissfully happy!
Chippy was concerned too–but it was because he was mad at me for not sharing my pretzel. He didn’t speak to me all night! Too bad! I don’t go after his Milk Bones–what does he want from me anyway?
And that pound that I lost? I’m thrilled about it!
That moment I had this week—I’m sure I’ll have more. It’s what you do when you choose to change the way you eat. 
Right? I know I”ll have more moments–but I’ll remain strong and reap the benefits with looser clothing!
And fitting into clothing that was either too tight or didn’t fit at all are two rewards that come with being diligent.
Here’s a sampling of what I wore over the week! I want to point out that every item of clothing that I wore was from “shopping” in my closet. With the exception of the kilt, all the clothes are at least two or more years old.
Friday is jeans day at the office. I could not zip these jeans up a month ago and now they fit fine. That sweater–I got it the year J. Crew introduced this French Hen, I think it was 2012. I am wearing it again. I forgot I had it!
This is what I wore when we went to The Barnes Foundation to see the photography exhibit. Old J. Crew Factory Gigi pants–the Factory version of the Pixie Pant. These are maybe three years old. Everything else is years old. I’ve gotten a ton of use over the past couple of years from the Kut From the Kloth denim jacket. Oh..and speaking of trendy stuff–ghillie shoes are really popular now. I got these last year at Old Navy for about ten bucks. They look just as good as the pricier versions and are incredibly comfortable!
On Monday I was in a “black and white” frame of mind because of the after effects of the photography exhibit. I got my “Sixties” on. I wore my new SportKilt. OH..BTW, did you know that SportKilt will take in a kilt that got too big! This is a weight loss journey miracle. I’ll be sending this kilt back to be tailored in a few weeks! The boots are Nine West–about three years old–maybe four!
I think another reason I may have been a bit sad this week was because Monday was Jake’s birthday. He is now 33! I was sad because he’s really busy at work–especially now that the news is all about the election–and I haven’t seen him in a while.
Tuesday I wore my new favorite outfit! I couldn’t even zipper this skirt four weeks ago. I got it about three years ago online, ON SALE at J. Crew for something like $19.99. I wore it with a many, many years old Black Tippi sweater and black suede shoes. I love the little splashes of red with the Longchamp bag and my hand-me-down bracelet from my bestie Anne!
OK. Let me talk about this get up. Not only could I NOT zip up this skirt before my “journey”, but my ass was so wide that the back of the skirt was shorter than the front. This skirt now fits perfectly. And I only lost 12 pounds so that amount does make a tremendous difference. The blue sweater is another Tippi I got years ago at J. Crew and the boots are from Nordstrom–I believe they are three years old.
This scarf was the perfect accessory to add some color. I hope Oona doesn’t want this back after she sees it–because she’s not getting it back! Bad Mom rules!
SEE! You do not have to spend money if you go “shopping” in your closet!
I would like to mention, though, that I did wear the hair extensions that Irresistible Me gifted me this summer, every day. I’ve finally figured out how to cover my hair loss and let the extensions go unnoticed! I’m happy with this.
I hope your weight loss journey week was a good one and that you didn’t have those “moments” that I had. If you did, though, let me know. We can laugh about our adventures together!
Here’s a good song for weight loss. “I’m A Loser”–The Beatles!
