Wednesday, April 17, 2019

HI it's me

Coming to you live from the exercise bike.

In case you didn't know, I'm the type who trips over one step then throws myself down the rest of the stairs. When I start to fail, I make sure I fail completely. It's just how I am when it comes to diet and exercise.

If you can convince me or hypnotize me to behave differently, please feel free.

As I lay in bed Sunday night full of pizza and breadsticks, I thought I could possible die soon if I don't change. I turn 40 this year. Obese people don't live long lives, and I enjoy being alive.

I have these revelations occasionally and it makes me clean up my act momentarily. I want to clean it up permanently though. I don't want to wait until I'm diabetic and hypertensive and on a bunch of meds. I want to prevent all of that and for some reason I just can't make myself do it.

For the moment though, I understand the severity of the situation. I'm on my exercise bike hoping to make this a routine.

Sunday, March 24, 2019


The whole last week was a failure for me, which is extra disappointing because the previous week was such a win.

It's Sunday and I'm starting anew.

Four days of counting calories and 150 minutes of exercise.  It's totally reasonable.  Let's go!

Sunday, March 17, 2019


Last week's goals: 4 days of counting calories and 150 minutes of exercise
Results: 5 days of counting calories and 155 minutes of exercise!!!!

I'm very happy with my behavior last week. I almost made it 6 days of staying in my calorie goal, but had a Shamrock Shake last night along with some food at McDonald's so last night was a little bit of a fail.  But!  Five days of staying within my calorie goal is a pretty big deal for me so yay!

Also, the Shamrock Shake was delicious so no regrets.

The fun part of exercise is that I'm sore all the time.  The good kind of sore.  I know that will go away in a few weeks if I continue to exercise, but I love this feeling!  It's my body telling me it is getting stronger!  NSV!

This week's goal: 5 days of staying within my calorie range and 150 minutes of exercise.

My calorie goal is 1660, by the way.  

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Uhhh...what day is it?

Dang. My days are all mixed up. I thought I weighed in last Wednesday, but it was last Tuesday. Oh well, here are the results from an 8 day week.

Last week: 234
Today: 231

THREE POUNDS! It's been a long time since I've seen a loss like this!

I have been exercising self control, but I didn't think it was 3 pounds worth of self control. This is very motivating!

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Four years

Is that how long I've been sick? Four years?  Feels like it. 

Took my last dose of Prednisone and decided to weigh myself this morning for the first time since God knows when.  I was 234 and when I went to write it in my little notebook, I thumbed through some pages and realized that I've been bouncing around the 230s since 2015.  Sure, there's a brief moment when I got into the 220s, but mostly I've been between 231-235 for the last four years.

I want to change it so badly:(

How can you be in control of something and want to change it, but just don't?  So depressing.

I still have this hacking cough.  I even bought some Robitussin to take tonight because I'm losing sleep from waking up to cough.  I do, however, feel much better.  Just this damn lingering cough.

Oh!  And Luke Perry died yesterday.  My heart breaks. I fell in love with him in middle school when he was on 90210 and I re-fell in love with him on Riverdale.  So sad. And so young.

Friday, March 1, 2019

Fat Girl Nightmare

Doctor put me on Prednisone.  You know, the automatically-gain-ten-pounds drug.

It's just for five days, wish me luck.

Wednesday, February 27, 2019

No Bueno

I'm sick.  So sick that I went to the doctor on Monday for a strep test.  I rarely do stuff like that.

The nurse did a rapid strep and it was negative, which is good.  BUT DAMN!  I've never ever in my life had such a miserably painful sore throat.  The symptoms started Friday and it's now Wednesday and it's still very sore.  I thought it was a little better when I woke up this morning, but as the day went on, the pain came back with a vengeance.

Also, the internet says rapid strep tests are less accurate than the real ones.  I don't know the difference other than I had my results within 10 minutes of having my throat swabbed.

Speaking of swabbing, I woke up in the middle of one night thinking that all I wanted was to swab my throat with a piece of ice. It was burning so badly. Anyway, when my husband came home with a box of popsicles, I started deep throating those things.  Judge me.  I don't care.

Yes, I'm sneezing, coughing, really congested and have such watery eyes that my husband asked if I was crying.  God, I wish this was just a good cry instead of the hell on earth I'm experiencing.

Needless to say, this is not a very good diet and exercise week, but I'm not too mad at myself.  I just want to get back to breathing normally and swallowing without bracing for pain each time. Also, who wants to count calories when it's been 10 popsicles and 20 Ricola?  I haven't really been eating much so I should probably weigh myself sometime soon. 

Anyway, are y'all sick of me bitching by now?  It's actually nice to complain sometimes.  LOL