If you follow the blog, you know what I’m talking about. If you don’t follow or even if you forgot any of the details, here’s a bit of a backstory.
Around Labor Day Weekend, I decided that something had to be done about the weight I gained over the two years of non-employment. I ballooned up to a little past 165 pounds. I wasn’t comfortable at this weight. And I am not getting any younger. I wanted to get to a healthy weight.
It also doesn’t help that I have the appetite like a feral dog or the appetite of a football team. Let’s face it. I’m a girl with a huge appetite. I love to eat!
Patsy knows me. Well. She is one of those women who doesn’t eat. Food, that is!
Trust me. When my own dog started to lick his chops every time he saw my ass, I knew it was time to do something about my weight. After all, I didn’t want to go to bed and have Chippy gnaw at my luxurious deposits of fat whilst I was in a deep slumber.
That is NOT the look of love that Chippy has given me. It is the look of hungerlust when he mistakes my ass for two round patties of beef!
I gave myself a personal goal of 140 pounds. I wasn’t looking to be the weight that I was when I was in high school or when I was a young adult. I just wanted to be a weight that would allow me to fit into clothing that no longer fit.
Ok Eddie. But I’m going to try to be healthier and do things that healthy people do. And that thin people do. Except run and join a gym.
And so, I revisited Weight Watchers. But I did it online. And it worked. For a while.
And I wrote weekly posts about the progress.
And then the Holidays came. With a three-day to Paris after Thanksgiving, and with Christmas and the kids being home, I ate. A lot. And I was also aware of what I ate. I didn’t gain but I didn’t lose. So far. So, good.
Just a sampling of what went down (in my belly) over Christmas!
But—as I tried to get back into the swing of things, I found myself losing motivation.
And then my emotions got in the way. The results of the presidential election horrified me. I love my country. I love what my country stands for. And now I’m petrified.
This had me realizing that I could do one of two things. I could eat my emotions away. Which I started to do. Or—I could seek help. And I did. I decided to return back to Weight Watchers.
That’s right. I DON’T have time to eat my emotions away. I DO have time to return to Weight Watchers and understand why I let my emotions get the best of me!
My first attempt to return failed when I came down with THE worst stomach bug of all time. It was so bad I had to go to the doctor. It took over a week to get back to normal.
My second attempt to return failed with the sudden death of one of my very, very few best friends.
I had visions of raw cookie dough and chocolate syrup right outta the bottle swimming in my head.
Taken right out of my fridge. There’s hardly any left. And it’s true. I don’t even need milk. Oh yes I did! And yes I do!
My third attempt to return was a charm.
I‘m back!! And on track!!
I returned this Thursday evening after work. As a Lifetime member I was a bit taken aback that I was charged $15. But, hey, apparently, I won’t have to pay after a month. I’m ok with that.
I don’t know if this is a true success story, given the fact I’ve been to WW many times. But for now, it’s an attempt at success!
I wore as little as possible to work that day. I fake tanned so that I didn’t have to wear tights to cover my pasty-white, fish-belly blue legs. Just my luck I ran out and one leg was darker than the other!
I lie not. This is my official “Thursday Weigh-In” ensemble. A light t-shirt dress from Old Navy (which fit me 20 pounds heavier and is just a bit loose now), a big scarf which I took off at weigh in. Bonaparte’s socks. Now he’ll find out I stole them from him!
Hell, I took my bra off before the meeting because it’s so heavily padded! I almost took my fake hair off too!
I was pleasantly surprised by the number! But there’s still work to be done and diligence to practice!
When I got on the scale, my weight was lower than I anticipated. And I was told that I really don’t have much to lose at all. I set a new goal. 135. Simply because I want some leeway for vacation, holiday, and event times.
And I also want to have some extra room for a load of sushi. Not just eight pieces!
I was also told that this last 9 pounds will not be an easy loss. I’m fine with that because it took my 6 months to lose 20 pounds. And that is why I returned.
A + for attempting and trying.
Sometimes we need a little help. Sometimes we need a bit of support. I’m glad to be returning to the meetings because those meetings are a safe haven for me. It’s where I can go and be with others who understand my journey. I can understand their journey.
It’s good to admit when you need support. Whether the issue is big, small or in-between. It’s all good.
It is also good to pick up on my weekly weight loss journey posts. I missed writing them!
Anyway, a recipe for Overnight Oats was passed around at the meeting and I made it my own.
I omitted the peanut butter and the chocolate almond milk.
I added water to replace the chocolate almond milk and dried cherries to replace the chocolate peanut butter. It was delicious. I will be making this to bring to work.
Last night I made sure that we had a healthier dinner—despite Bonaparte’s wishes for sauce.
Chicken breast in smothered tomato and olive. Served with blanched Haricots Verts. Tasty, healthy and totaling around 8 points!
And yesterday afternoon, we visited a co-worker’s new endeavor. A sandwich restaurant. I ordered a vegetable hoagie, ate 1/3 of it and put the rest of the sandwich away. I’ll have the remainder as my Sunday evening light supper.
My co-worker, Umer, opened a little sandwich place on the side. I admire a great work ethic and boy does he have a great one! If you live on the Philly Main Line, stop by for a sandwich par excellence! And yes. I was able to incorporate a sandwich into my daily tracking!
It’s all about planning and strategizing and getting back into the grove.
And there’s still room for the bubbly! Yay! You didn’t think I would give up my aperitif now, did you?
I don’t know about you, but now is the time of year when I start to get a bit antsy about winter. I want to get into warmer-weather clothing but it’s still a while away for that. Do you feel the same way? Here’s what I wore this week. Trying to think of new ways to wear the same clothing!
Yesterday’s outfit was taking a cue from Ines de la Fressange and her neon pants. I took these pants out of the hamper (come on now, we’ve ALL done that) and let them air out to give me a bit of a spring-time vibe. The pants are now a bit loose in the waist. I should have worn a belt!
Jeans Friday at work. Note how the fake tan is darker on the foot on the right in the pic.
Thursday’s look is above in the post. Wednesday’s outfit was checked pants, a black sweater, and flats. I’m getting lazy at this time of year…
Tuesday I wore a pair of GAP jeggings that hadn’t fit in about three years. I’m not kidding. I was so happy to be wearing these again. SEE–don’t ever throw clothing away. If you are determined, those clothes WILL fit again! I need to wear these booties more and the plaid Lady Jacket from J. Crew is light enough to be worn well into the end of Spring!
Monday’s look was my favorite look of the week. The plaid pants are from Loft and went from being tight when I first purchased them over two years ago, to not fitting at all to now being lose. Lace heels. I love them. A green turtleneck and navy blazer. I think this will be my St. Patrick’s day ensemble!
Note: Other than the Lady Jacket and the green turtleneck–both on sale from J. Crew this winter, every single item of clothing I wore this past week is years old. Funny how some clothing can still manage to fit with a weight gain and loss. Many items of my clothing fits from loss and gain because I have a large frame. I do not have small bones. My build is athletic–even though I’m lazy as all get out!
Thanks for reading. I know I haven’t posted regularly for a while but now I’m back!! XOXOXOXO
I get by with a little help from my friends!
