Just when I thought I was doing a crap job at losing weight I get good news. I haven't been sticking to my diet. I haven't been getting on the treadmill everyday. I mean, I am keeping an eye on what I eat and I am more active than your average rock, but I wasn't sticking to my plan the way I wanted. That made me feel like crap. But......
I LOST TEN POUNDS!!!
WooHoo!! And it's an official ten pounds because my Dr. told me so. Honestly, I can't tell. My clothes are a tad looser, but other than that I see no change. I have had quite a few people tell me I look like I lost weight, but I figured they were just being nice. Apparently they were telling the truth. How about that.
Downside to all this is it's only ten pounds. If I had been sticking to my original plan there is no telling how much I could have lost. So I am going to try harder. 30 is coming quick. I am running out of time! The journey continues....
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Where did THAT come from?
I made a discovery the other day. A rather, um...uncomfortable one. I thought I would share because it is kinda humorous. It is a rather akward subject though, so to make it interesting I am going to see how many different names I can come up with for my butt. Let's get started!
I was walking through Wal-mart the other day pushing a buggy. My five year old was sitting in the buggy happily chatting away about her life as a kindergardener keeping me distracted. I was looking from side to side as I walked down the isle when a reflection caught my eye. I only got a quick glance so I wasn't sure what it was, and then it hit me. "Man that's a big ole butt!" I thought to myself. Not big in the jiggling like jell-o sense, but big as in the, well, ghetto booty sense. You know, a nice shape, but kinda big. I started to snicker when sheer panic struck followed by absolute horror. I stoped in my tracks and stared straight ahead. My daughter stopped talking and said "What is it mommy?". I didn't want to answer. I couldn't answer. I was frozen.
A thought hit me. I was the only person walking down that isle. No. It's couldn't be. That can't be my badonkadonk. I am seeing things because the last time I saw my rear it was not that shape. In fact I'm not sure it was a shape. So I took a deep breath, gathered my strength, and slowly took a step backward. Very slowly. I kept looking forward until I came to a stop and slowly turned my head.
Holy cow that is my caboose! My jaw dropped. I cocked my head to the side as if looking at it from a different angle would make my patootie go back to it's former shape. I thought "I am slouching. Maybe if I stood up straight.... Oh my God that makes it worse!" Wow. Did running do THAT to my arse? I just stood there in awe. I'm sure by that point there were a few people staring at me. I couldn't really say for sure because it was like me and my tuchus were the only ones in the universe. My daughter snapped me out of it by asking me what I was looking at. I stuttered a bit and walked away.
A few days before this happened I noticed what I thought was a small change in my back door while taking a shower. It seemed a bit smaller to me. I thought it was my imagination. I asked my hubby if he noticed. We have a don't ask don't tell policy in my home when it comes to my gluteus maximus. I don't ask you what it looks like and you don't tell me what it looks like. So he wisely looked down, shook his head, and said "I like it". No amount of drilling him for info was going to make him crack. After 15 years he knows the best answer is neither yes or no. So I had to investigate for myself.
A trip to the full length mirror told the story. Before I started running my trunk not only had a lot of junk in it, but it resembled a 'trunk' that had been in one heck of a hail storm and possibly a tornado. Now it looks as though it has only been nicked a couple of times in the supermarket parking lot. Good improvement, but I had no clue what my biscuits looked like in jeans until the 'Wal-mart incident'.
So since then I have found myself sneaking a peak at my bum when in public. I am subtle about it. I'm not standing in front of elevators and windows flexing my tush or anything. Just a quick look. I am a bit scared though. If the small amount of running I have done transformed my fanny like that, what is it going to look like in a month? Am I going to be knocking things over with my tail? Will I be required to wear a sign and beep when I back up? I mean, my God! What happened back there? Instead of running my butt off I am running it on. Oh well. As long as my husband "likes it" haha. The journey continues!
I was walking through Wal-mart the other day pushing a buggy. My five year old was sitting in the buggy happily chatting away about her life as a kindergardener keeping me distracted. I was looking from side to side as I walked down the isle when a reflection caught my eye. I only got a quick glance so I wasn't sure what it was, and then it hit me. "Man that's a big ole butt!" I thought to myself. Not big in the jiggling like jell-o sense, but big as in the, well, ghetto booty sense. You know, a nice shape, but kinda big. I started to snicker when sheer panic struck followed by absolute horror. I stoped in my tracks and stared straight ahead. My daughter stopped talking and said "What is it mommy?". I didn't want to answer. I couldn't answer. I was frozen.
A thought hit me. I was the only person walking down that isle. No. It's couldn't be. That can't be my badonkadonk. I am seeing things because the last time I saw my rear it was not that shape. In fact I'm not sure it was a shape. So I took a deep breath, gathered my strength, and slowly took a step backward. Very slowly. I kept looking forward until I came to a stop and slowly turned my head.
Holy cow that is my caboose! My jaw dropped. I cocked my head to the side as if looking at it from a different angle would make my patootie go back to it's former shape. I thought "I am slouching. Maybe if I stood up straight.... Oh my God that makes it worse!" Wow. Did running do THAT to my arse? I just stood there in awe. I'm sure by that point there were a few people staring at me. I couldn't really say for sure because it was like me and my tuchus were the only ones in the universe. My daughter snapped me out of it by asking me what I was looking at. I stuttered a bit and walked away.
A few days before this happened I noticed what I thought was a small change in my back door while taking a shower. It seemed a bit smaller to me. I thought it was my imagination. I asked my hubby if he noticed. We have a don't ask don't tell policy in my home when it comes to my gluteus maximus. I don't ask you what it looks like and you don't tell me what it looks like. So he wisely looked down, shook his head, and said "I like it". No amount of drilling him for info was going to make him crack. After 15 years he knows the best answer is neither yes or no. So I had to investigate for myself.
A trip to the full length mirror told the story. Before I started running my trunk not only had a lot of junk in it, but it resembled a 'trunk' that had been in one heck of a hail storm and possibly a tornado. Now it looks as though it has only been nicked a couple of times in the supermarket parking lot. Good improvement, but I had no clue what my biscuits looked like in jeans until the 'Wal-mart incident'.
So since then I have found myself sneaking a peak at my bum when in public. I am subtle about it. I'm not standing in front of elevators and windows flexing my tush or anything. Just a quick look. I am a bit scared though. If the small amount of running I have done transformed my fanny like that, what is it going to look like in a month? Am I going to be knocking things over with my tail? Will I be required to wear a sign and beep when I back up? I mean, my God! What happened back there? Instead of running my butt off I am running it on. Oh well. As long as my husband "likes it" haha. The journey continues!
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Something to pass the time
I sell Avon now. I figured it was a good idea because I am an Avon addict and I get to earn some cash for my trip to Charleston. They also have some cool stuff from Curves and a line of fitness products. Why not give it a shot, right? So here is a link to my online store. Check out the outlet. Lots of cool stuff at discount prices there. Tell your friends! Thanks!
Monday, February 7, 2011
I am serious!
I am very disappointed in myself. I am not working as hard as I should be to achieve my goal. I am not eating like I should. I'm not eating poorly, but I am not being as disciplined as I need to be. I am also not getting on the treadmill like I should. I am not taking this seriously. I have plenty of excuses, but none of them would matter if I were serious. If I were serious nothing would stop me from reaching my goals.
So here is the deal. I am giving myself one week. If in that one week I do not get my butt in gear I am going to have to get help. Probably in the form of my husband. The problem is I have no real consequences if I fail. I'm fat now and I will still be fat if I fail. That's not really a big deal to me. I have been fat for a decade. I'm kinda used to it.
I think one of my problems is scheduling. I need to schedule out my day. I get nothing done the way I go at it now. I mean nothing. Before I know it the day is over and I have accomplished nothing. This is going to end up being a total lifestyle change. It's going to suck and I don't want to do it but it needs to be done.
So here I go. This entry was short and to the point. Either the journey continues of my life as a fatty does.
So here is the deal. I am giving myself one week. If in that one week I do not get my butt in gear I am going to have to get help. Probably in the form of my husband. The problem is I have no real consequences if I fail. I'm fat now and I will still be fat if I fail. That's not really a big deal to me. I have been fat for a decade. I'm kinda used to it.
I think one of my problems is scheduling. I need to schedule out my day. I get nothing done the way I go at it now. I mean nothing. Before I know it the day is over and I have accomplished nothing. This is going to end up being a total lifestyle change. It's going to suck and I don't want to do it but it needs to be done.
So here I go. This entry was short and to the point. Either the journey continues of my life as a fatty does.
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