One week down

I have survived a week. Of course, with the help of my cheating ways. 

This week's weight (as of Saturday):

184.4

I learned something this week! Blogging takes up time. I had an incredibly busy week at work which required after hours creation of trainings and I thought about picking up the laptop at night. But that's as far as things got. 

Losses: 

Best pizza we've found in Texas.

- I had a diet soda or two (or five)

- I have yet to make it to the gym.

- I most definitely did not go to Weight Watchers yesterday. I have a good excuse - my last weight there was somewhere around 181, and it will do more damage to my already cracked willpower to see a higher number on the scale there. So....I will need to wait until I am back there. Hopefully next week? Realistically, the week after. 

- I had movie popcorn. And sour punch straws. But it was during the IMAX showing of the Dark Knight Rises. How is that not warranted???

- I had pizza at Cavalli's for lunch one day.

Wins:

- I chose very well when I was forced to eat out at restaurants due to traveling for work. And I only drank iced tea at said restaurants.

- I only had half the pizza.

- We cooked!

- My snacking has been limited to low-cal frozen fruit bar things from walmart. They're actually really good and don't cost a fortune....the trick is not to eat 3 of them in one sitting. 

Things are back to a somewhat normal pace in life this week. I need to figure out a way to get some exercise in. I have Zumba Rush for Xbox, and it's fun. But I think I piss off the downstairs neighbors when I do it. The last time I was consistently getting my zumba on, we had a phone call from the front office about the noise. No, I'm too nice. Too bad for them....I'll risk the call. Look at me, being a rebel. All in the name of Skinny!!

Goals this week:

Piss off the neighbors (zumba)

No. More. Soda. 

This week's menu is planned. Goals are in place. Off I go - looking for more wins next week. 

Home...and stats

We're finally home from vacation, and it's time to put up my stats. Before I do that, though, I'll share what I've learned this week.

Meet Bucc-ee

- Just because you don't feel yourself getting fatter does not mean you can continue eating until your stomach hurts.
- Eating until your stomach hurts is a Very Bad Idea. One of those things you will regret 100% of the time.
- Bucc-ee's is an amazing truck stop on road trips, filled only with things to eat that are horrible for you. Beaver Nuggets, anyone? Think corn pops covered in caramel. Your mouth is watering too, isn't it?
- It is very possible to gain back 9 of the 10 pounds you spent a month working hard to lose, in just a week.

I say I learned these things...I should probably say that I relearned them. I knew all of this before I even embarked on my journey to the Texas Coast. And once again, the reason for this blog. I have no will power! Beaver nuggets, yum! Twizzlers, yum! Steak, brownie sundae, burritos, chips, yum yum yum! This just has to end.

So here I am. Home, back in the routine, and most importantly, no excuses. I share my starting weight and measurements. I will update my weight every Saturday. I will go to the Weight Watchers meetings that I have been paying for, and I will go every weekend I am able (the only excusable absence is Ryan's soccer games, usually inconveniently scheduled around the same time as meetings). I will do some form of exercise at least three times per week, to start. I will not drink any soda, even diet. I will make this happen, for once in the last 6 years I've been 'trying'.

Measurements - 7/21/12
Height - 5' 7"
Weight - 188.8 lbs
BMI - 29.6
Waist - 40"
Hips - 44.5"
Clothing size - 14, sometimes a 12 if I'm lucky

The Last Hurrah

Well, if you start a blog, you need to write in it. What's the point if you're going to make your public proclamation and then ignore the thing for days?

Unfortunately, I had the extremely good sense to start my venture while on vacation. While every meal I have is coming from a restaurant or a microwave, and while the word 'exercise' is non-existent.

Tonight is our last night on vacation, so it's the last hurrah, so to speak. When you go on a diet or decide that you're going to finally lose some weight, what's the last thing you do? You eat the worst possible meal you can think of! If you think about it, it really makes absolutely no sense at all. You are adding to what you need to lose! If it was 50 pounds, well now make it 55, thanks to the triple chocolate brownie sundae you just had to have.

If it's not bigger, it's in the shape of Texas.

This week, I have indulged in waffles on a daily basis. Not just any waffle, these are Texas-shaped waffles. In case you were wondering, every city in Texas has the shape of Texas everywhere - billboards, signs, pamphlets, waffles. Seriously proud.

In addition to the waffle-indulgence, we have snacked our way through the land of high-fat and cheap. I couldn't stay away from my Favorite Snack Ever, even for a week - sweet n sour twizzler twists. If you have never had them, I highly recommend never going near them. Highly addictive. I will eat the whole bag in one sitting, likely within a half hour. A great way to spend 1000 calories, I'm sure.

So after my margaritas and twizzlers and brownie fudge sundae, we head home tomorrow. Tomorrow, which will also be a horrible day for nutrition. But I will be home, and with the promise of better food, better choices, and more exercise. I will also have the opportunity to post my "beginning" stats - can you believe it, a girl will actually be revealing her true weight! I know, you're on the edge of your seats in anticipation. I can tell.

The prerequisite "beginning" post

I am not a blogger. It took me well over an hour to set this up, the majority of which consisted of picking colors and fonts. To say the least, I am indecisive. I'm also fairly lazy. Which leads to the "why" behind giving up the last hour of my life to pick colors and fonts. I am lazy. I eat poorly. I'm considered overweight and on the border of being obese. I have no willpower. And I'm turning thirty this year.

My age shouldn't have anything to do with how I eat or how much I weigh, but for some reason I've decided that I'm not okay with turning thirty with a Body Mass Index over 25 (FYI - a BMI over 25 makes you overweight; 30+ makes you obese).

I have tried many, many, different things to force some semblance of willpower on myself from bribes to a buddy-system to an inner-drill sergeant voice telling me how lazy I'm being. The latter of which, by the way, does nothing more than make you feel worse about yourself, in case you were thinking of trying it for yourself.

So here I am, picking colors and fonts to start a blog as a (semi) public proclamation of my refusal to turn thirty overweight. I will eat better. I will get off my lazy ass and do something, anything, that resembles exercise, and on a regular basis. I will lose weight, and I will do so this year.

This is my accountability. I don't think it will be glamorous or funny or even remotely interesting to read. But it will be real - if I am nothing else I am certainly honest - and will include my flaws and cravings and pure hatred of exercise, I'm sure. And if I think even one person is looking at this....well, that's enough to keep me motivated.