Up .6 (56.2 lbs total)
If I didn't love my Saturday morning meeting group so much I would be switching to the Thursday evening WW meeting just so I could go out Friday night for dinner. Because I do. . . often. Last night I had two Manhattans at Solomon's - a bar where food is an afterthought - and nibbled on some fries with dip. I knew the alcohol would cause me to retain water but, c'mon, it's Friday and a friend and I needed to meet, drink and debrief after work. I came home and drank a gallon of water hoping to flush the system before morning but no go: puffy little fingers and extra eye-bags were my reward. Still, this is a lifestyle not a diet, right?
Oh, and my final blood tests are going to be conducted next week in order to make my resignation from Type 2 diabetes official.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Week 42
Down 2.6 (56.8 lbs total)
I've begun exercising (gasp). Not much mind you, just the 10 minute workouts from the Oprah website plus about 20 minutes of Qi Gong, but enough to make some of the larger muscles in my butt and thighs burn. I'm not ready to hit a gym or try a bootcamp, but in the privacy of my living-room I can be ungainly and sweaty without garnering the opprobrium of the already fit. I am at the point where skin on my belly and thighs looks like crinkled tissue paper and apparently the only sure way to get it to shrink is to tone the muscle underneath, lose the fat and hope that good nutrition and hydration allows it to regain some of its elasticity.
Or plastic surgery.
I can hear my younger, firmer self saying things like "I would never have plastic surgery - it's so fake" or "these women should just age gracefully". I think the wisdom of aging is knowing that your younger, firmer self was an idiot.
I've begun exercising (gasp). Not much mind you, just the 10 minute workouts from the Oprah website plus about 20 minutes of Qi Gong, but enough to make some of the larger muscles in my butt and thighs burn. I'm not ready to hit a gym or try a bootcamp, but in the privacy of my living-room I can be ungainly and sweaty without garnering the opprobrium of the already fit. I am at the point where skin on my belly and thighs looks like crinkled tissue paper and apparently the only sure way to get it to shrink is to tone the muscle underneath, lose the fat and hope that good nutrition and hydration allows it to regain some of its elasticity.
Or plastic surgery.
I can hear my younger, firmer self saying things like "I would never have plastic surgery - it's so fake" or "these women should just age gracefully". I think the wisdom of aging is knowing that your younger, firmer self was an idiot.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Week 41
Up .6 (54.2 lbs total)
This is actually a victory: up half a pound after Thanksgiving dinner with seconds, lots of wine and three different kinds of pie - plus two dinners out during the week - and coming on the heels of a big drop the week before, is pretty damn good. I've also been checking my blood sugar this week and I think I am going to have to come off my medication as my morning glucose readings are quite low. If this is the case then it's the best news since this journey began.
The other good news is the development of my new wardrobe. One of the women at the Saturday WW meeting asked me if I liked Eileen Fisher (ummm, let me think) and brought me this beautiful periwinkle blue boiled wool jacket. It fit perfectly so the next week she brought me two (a charcoal and a donkey-brown) Jones NY cashmere sweaters, 2 crispy white Anne Klein shirts, and a beautiful silky black turtleneck (she lived in the US and had access to great plus-size clothes). I bought a pair of graphite gray Calvin Klein pants, a pair of peat coloured linen winter-weight pants and my first skirt in 20+ years. I also bought a new pair of high-heeled ankle booties in rich brown suede (could only find the picture of them in black). If I ever get another job I'm ready!
This is actually a victory: up half a pound after Thanksgiving dinner with seconds, lots of wine and three different kinds of pie - plus two dinners out during the week - and coming on the heels of a big drop the week before, is pretty damn good. I've also been checking my blood sugar this week and I think I am going to have to come off my medication as my morning glucose readings are quite low. If this is the case then it's the best news since this journey began.
The other good news is the development of my new wardrobe. One of the women at the Saturday WW meeting asked me if I liked Eileen Fisher (ummm, let me think) and brought me this beautiful periwinkle blue boiled wool jacket. It fit perfectly so the next week she brought me two (a charcoal and a donkey-brown) Jones NY cashmere sweaters, 2 crispy white Anne Klein shirts, and a beautiful silky black turtleneck (she lived in the US and had access to great plus-size clothes). I bought a pair of graphite gray Calvin Klein pants, a pair of peat coloured linen winter-weight pants and my first skirt in 20+ years. I also bought a new pair of high-heeled ankle booties in rich brown suede (could only find the picture of them in black). If I ever get another job I'm ready!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Week 40
Down 5.2 (54.8 lbs total)
I feel pretty damn good. My high-heel wearing limit has been upped to 6 hours of brunching and shopping and I didn't care when static cling made my semi-sheer, leopard print shirt stick to my body. I am also deeply in love with my new bras - black and mocha lace with amazing cleavage forming abilities. I want my top button to pop.
New worlds are beginning to emerge from the mist and they look feminine and sexy and strong and confident. When you are really heavy you have to deny those things in yourself because it is hard to find the clothes to express those sides of your personality - and heels hurt. Mind you, none of this denies the role that comfort plays in day-to-day life and my flats, well-worn jeans, and floppy sweaters will all still be there, they just won't be my only uniform.
The broadening of options is what is really wonderful.
I feel pretty damn good. My high-heel wearing limit has been upped to 6 hours of brunching and shopping and I didn't care when static cling made my semi-sheer, leopard print shirt stick to my body. I am also deeply in love with my new bras - black and mocha lace with amazing cleavage forming abilities. I want my top button to pop.
New worlds are beginning to emerge from the mist and they look feminine and sexy and strong and confident. When you are really heavy you have to deny those things in yourself because it is hard to find the clothes to express those sides of your personality - and heels hurt. Mind you, none of this denies the role that comfort plays in day-to-day life and my flats, well-worn jeans, and floppy sweaters will all still be there, they just won't be my only uniform.
The broadening of options is what is really wonderful.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Weeks 38 & 39
Week 39 Down 1.6 (49.6 lbs total)
Week 38 Up 4.6 (48 lbs total)
Well the 10 days of visiting friends, drinking wine and eating cheese caused a momentary U-turn in the plan for week 38. Starting last weekend I buckled down to tracking and sensible eating until last night. Some friends invited me to a game of Rummoli with drinks and appies. Why, oh why, are these things always on a Friday night? I took Guiltless Gourmet blue corn chips, salsa and a black bean dip that I made with herbs and lemon and 1 Tbsp of olive oil. I also took a bottle of Prosecco so I wouldn't drink the hard stuff. But, you know, everyone else brought the 7-layer dip, crab cakes, stuffed mushroom caps, ham and cream cheese rolls, chips and dip. And I ended up with the frozen daquiri mix as a slushy component of my Prosecco drink. So I was only down 1.6 this morning. I'll take it. This week I'll get back to where I was on week 37.
Week 38 Up 4.6 (48 lbs total)
Well the 10 days of visiting friends, drinking wine and eating cheese caused a momentary U-turn in the plan for week 38. Starting last weekend I buckled down to tracking and sensible eating until last night. Some friends invited me to a game of Rummoli with drinks and appies. Why, oh why, are these things always on a Friday night? I took Guiltless Gourmet blue corn chips, salsa and a black bean dip that I made with herbs and lemon and 1 Tbsp of olive oil. I also took a bottle of Prosecco so I wouldn't drink the hard stuff. But, you know, everyone else brought the 7-layer dip, crab cakes, stuffed mushroom caps, ham and cream cheese rolls, chips and dip. And I ended up with the frozen daquiri mix as a slushy component of my Prosecco drink. So I was only down 1.6 this morning. I'll take it. This week I'll get back to where I was on week 37.
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