02/18/2011
283.8 lbs
That was from like two days ago. Or maybe yesterday.
My ass is flat. And I mean very, very flat. We're talking square pizzabox flat. I've been thinking about this a lot lately. Usually about this time (2:00 in the afternoon on a workday) I really start thinking about it. Most of the time I realize that I haven't stood to go to the bathroom, go to the printer or even go to get another cup of coffee. This is ungood. As a matter of fact, it's painful. My ass literally starts aching because I've been sitting on it for so long.
So I got a nudge this morning from one of my real life friends who has been allowed into the JAFG secret world. She reminds me that I've got people that actually do read this blog and that I have been neglecting it. Which has been quite a few times this year. She just had a baby. Well just = six months ago.
We got to chatting about how I had a dry spell on blog topics and that the only thing going on was my frustration on the fact that I wasn't exercising. No one to blame but me. It's been bothering me. I suck. Blah Blah Blah. Well, anyway, she's talking about her baby weight that she refers to as her "dog jowels" (I don't quite get that, but I also didn't ask her to elaborate). Now, mind you, I've seen FB pictures of the girl and she looks lovely. I tell her so. She says she's become a "Master At Camoflauge". MAC said "if I put HALF the effort into actually changing my body instead of hiding it - I'd be in a much better place". Amen, Sistah.
Oh. I should tell you this is all through Messenger which is like online instant texting.
So, being the good friend that I am, I offer to be a "workout inspire-er". She responds at almost the same time with the word ADVERSARY. The gauntlet was thrown down, my friends. The challenge was issued.
We both have access to Gyms and weights. Her weights just happen to come in the form of a mini-human, which I do believe counts for the purpose of competition.MAC and I live about an hour and a half apart so I don't see her all the time. Actually, I see her like 3-4 times a year. We're going to be in Big Southern City in early June and have made that the official "Finish Line". Not that I'll lose all the weight I need to by then, of course, but we're gonna see how much we can do to ourselves (in a positive way) by that time.
Since we don't live close by there's no working out in the same room at the same time which is kinda a bummer. Right now, I have no workout buddy. BB is officially married now and the newlywed version of her is WAAAYYYY different than the fiancee version. That's another story, though. SAG spends all her time either playing tennis or going to sporting events. She's never available (in her defense, her tennis team did make it to the national championships last year). So, I will be working out alone. Starting tonight.
I know my ass is happy about getting some workout and, let's face it, I need to limber up a bit for a certain visit in two weeks (wink, wink). So, I committed to 30 minutes for the elliptical. I also may be meeting a friend out for a beer afterward. I hope they don't cancel each other out.
I am going visit Concierge Gym on Saturday, too. I will even try the weights then. Eee. Gad. I wonder what taking a half a xanax will do to a workout? I have serious anxiety about walking into a gym alone. And since it's been so long, I have to face that anxiety all over again like I've never conquered it before. Well, It's all good. I'll face my fear and will come out the other side feeling damn good. And maybe that won't have anything to do with the xanax.
Oh. If you look up ADVERSARY through Google Search, this is what comes up first:
ad·ver·sar·y/ˈadvərˌserē/Noun
1. One's opponent in a contest, conflict, or dispute.
2. The Devil.
MAC, I'm picking Option 2.
-jafg
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Friday, February 18, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Monday.
01/24/2011
281.8 lbs
I weighed myself yesterday. I figure it's still good today.
I can't believe that it's already the last week of January. It's hard to believe that we're 24 days into a new year. Where does the time go? It seems like we're so focused on all the little details of things that don't really matter that it all just disappears without even being noticed. That's deep for almost 5pm on Monday.
So BB (that's Blushing Bride) and I are supposed to go workout tonight. Basically that means I'm going to finally head back to Concierge Gym. I really don't want to right now. Really. I just want to go home and drink a glass of red wine andmaybe even have a cigarette snuggle with the Kitty.
It's been a hell of a day. Well, truth be known, it's been a hell of past several days. I'd love to go home and just eat mac n cheese. I may, yet. Jury's still out. I also wouldn't mind having a little chocolate afterwards. I have hot cocoa packages so that's a definite "do" tonight. Yum, Mac n Cheese and Hot Cocoa. And a blanket, my couch, and Chuck and Castle. Not all at the same time, though.
Yeah, I'm pretty much wiped right now. All I can think about is my couch and comfort food.
Of course.... It probably doesn't help that I took that half a xanax.
-jafg
281.8 lbs
I weighed myself yesterday. I figure it's still good today.
I can't believe that it's already the last week of January. It's hard to believe that we're 24 days into a new year. Where does the time go? It seems like we're so focused on all the little details of things that don't really matter that it all just disappears without even being noticed. That's deep for almost 5pm on Monday.
So BB (that's Blushing Bride) and I are supposed to go workout tonight. Basically that means I'm going to finally head back to Concierge Gym. I really don't want to right now. Really. I just want to go home and drink a glass of red wine and
It's been a hell of a day. Well, truth be known, it's been a hell of past several days. I'd love to go home and just eat mac n cheese. I may, yet. Jury's still out. I also wouldn't mind having a little chocolate afterwards. I have hot cocoa packages so that's a definite "do" tonight. Yum, Mac n Cheese and Hot Cocoa. And a blanket, my couch, and Chuck and Castle. Not all at the same time, though.
Yeah, I'm pretty much wiped right now. All I can think about is my couch and comfort food.
Of course.... It probably doesn't help that I took that half a xanax.
-jafg
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
It Is What It Is
05/11/10
283.2 lbs
I've known this week was coming all year. I fly tomorrow. I hate flying. Not the flying so much, but the squishing into airplane seats. Fortunately, I'll be on a plane for 50 minutes and then on a plane for 2.5 hours. There's a bit of a break in between. Not much of one, but still.
I really wanted to be under 280 lbs for this trip and thought that since I'd been working out for over a month it was a possibility that it may happen. I've secretly felt like a failure every time I've stepped on the scale this past week because it didn't seem like it was going to happen. At least after Friday, the trip'll be behind me and all I have to focus on is a healthy diet and exercise.
So, this weekend I decided I wanted BBQ. Badly. So I pile Moms in the car and we head out for this BBQ place. That's when the crazy insanity ensued.
When I dine out, I always request a table. I've been in the habit of asking for a table for quite some time now. It's kinda weird, I used to always ask for a booth. The idea of sitting at a table in the center of the aisle always bugged me. Made me feel like a spotlight was on me and my food. Then I hit adulthood and could sit in the bars. Well sometime after that I realized that booths were no longer really comfortable. This, in case you haven't guessed, is because my girth had grown. That's right, there wasn't enough space between me and the table.
At first this was a slow realization. I'd be sitting with friends and think that the table was farther away from one side than the other and somehow I'd always sat on the small side. I'm a lefty which predetermines where I sit (most of the time). I thought perhaps restaurants thought leftys were skinnier and needed less space.
Then, I tried the seat swap. You'll never guess what happened. I was WRONG. One side of the booth was not smaller than the other! Well, once that happened, I then was forced with the realization that it was me that was bigger than the seat space. Great.
Of course, this picture is talking about the grown-up who goes back to elementary school, but you get the idea.
Since then, I've overcome my spotlight feeling (and learned to love it really) at a table and always know to specify prior to seating. Of course, ocassionally, I get ribbed by my friends..."what's up high maintenance?"...to which I give a hearty gafaw and move on with my life because, hey, it's really kinda true anyway.
In the not so distant past, on a night out with BB and SAG, I even tried to sit in a booth. I actually had to ask the girls to move to a nearby table because it just didn't work for me. I worked hard to not be embarrased. I could escape it because these are my workout buddies so they know I'm trying. It was still a little mortifying but the girls handled it like champs not giving one peep of snarkiness.
Well, this brings us back to Saturday. Moms and I get to the BBQ place and we can either instantly be sat at a booth or wait 20 minutes for a table. I spy one outside, a table that is, and decide to sit out there. The day is nice enough and the sun isn't going to be in our eyes. Well, I get out there and realize that the table is cemented to the wall. And to add to that, this is an end table so there's no possibility of moving the chairs to adjust the space. Moms sits down. It's kinda tight because the very skinny people at the table next to us are pushed back and talking. Well, that's taken care of with a simple "excuse me" and we're back to me. I'm staring at this seat. This very small crevice of a space they're calling a seat.
I squeeze myself into the space and I've got like a roll and a half poking over the table. I feel humiliated. It's almost to the point that I begin to feel punished. I know no one is looking at me but I felt like they were. All stress-inducing feelings are bubbling up so fast I know my face is turning red. Or maybe it was the fact that my circulation was being cut off at the waist. Either way, it's evident on my face that I'm an unhappy girl.
Moms quietly asks, "do you want to leave?" to which I can't reply "Yes" fast enough. There'd be no way I could eat anything served to me at this place.
Poor Moms. It's like when she tried to teach me how to drive a Standard. There was never so much cursing and swearing and yelling and spitting-ok, maybe there wasn't any spitting-in a car since that fateful Sunday afternoon oh so many years ago. She took it like a champ. It wasn't directed at her, it was just all those irrational feelings gushing out like some nasty infection.
Well, after driving her around half of Smaller Southern City, we wind up at another restaurant with excellent chicken and ribs. We valet the car (I wasn't kidding on the high maintenance part) and as soon as we're greeted I lay down the table law. With a smile on my face of course.
Moms and I sit down, I order a martini and she orders her glass of wine. The world is right again.
And then there's tomorrow on a plane.
Is 6:30am too early to drink?
-jafg
283.2 lbs
I've known this week was coming all year. I fly tomorrow. I hate flying. Not the flying so much, but the squishing into airplane seats. Fortunately, I'll be on a plane for 50 minutes and then on a plane for 2.5 hours. There's a bit of a break in between. Not much of one, but still.
I really wanted to be under 280 lbs for this trip and thought that since I'd been working out for over a month it was a possibility that it may happen. I've secretly felt like a failure every time I've stepped on the scale this past week because it didn't seem like it was going to happen. At least after Friday, the trip'll be behind me and all I have to focus on is a healthy diet and exercise.
So, this weekend I decided I wanted BBQ. Badly. So I pile Moms in the car and we head out for this BBQ place. That's when the crazy insanity ensued.
When I dine out, I always request a table. I've been in the habit of asking for a table for quite some time now. It's kinda weird, I used to always ask for a booth. The idea of sitting at a table in the center of the aisle always bugged me. Made me feel like a spotlight was on me and my food. Then I hit adulthood and could sit in the bars. Well sometime after that I realized that booths were no longer really comfortable. This, in case you haven't guessed, is because my girth had grown. That's right, there wasn't enough space between me and the table.
At first this was a slow realization. I'd be sitting with friends and think that the table was farther away from one side than the other and somehow I'd always sat on the small side. I'm a lefty which predetermines where I sit (most of the time). I thought perhaps restaurants thought leftys were skinnier and needed less space.
Then, I tried the seat swap. You'll never guess what happened. I was WRONG. One side of the booth was not smaller than the other! Well, once that happened, I then was forced with the realization that it was me that was bigger than the seat space. Great.
image totally pirated from imdb.com (<==love that site)
Of course, this picture is talking about the grown-up who goes back to elementary school, but you get the idea.
Since then, I've overcome my spotlight feeling (and learned to love it really) at a table and always know to specify prior to seating. Of course, ocassionally, I get ribbed by my friends..."what's up high maintenance?"...to which I give a hearty gafaw and move on with my life because, hey, it's really kinda true anyway.
In the not so distant past, on a night out with BB and SAG, I even tried to sit in a booth. I actually had to ask the girls to move to a nearby table because it just didn't work for me. I worked hard to not be embarrased. I could escape it because these are my workout buddies so they know I'm trying. It was still a little mortifying but the girls handled it like champs not giving one peep of snarkiness.
Well, this brings us back to Saturday. Moms and I get to the BBQ place and we can either instantly be sat at a booth or wait 20 minutes for a table. I spy one outside, a table that is, and decide to sit out there. The day is nice enough and the sun isn't going to be in our eyes. Well, I get out there and realize that the table is cemented to the wall. And to add to that, this is an end table so there's no possibility of moving the chairs to adjust the space. Moms sits down. It's kinda tight because the very skinny people at the table next to us are pushed back and talking. Well, that's taken care of with a simple "excuse me" and we're back to me. I'm staring at this seat. This very small crevice of a space they're calling a seat.
I squeeze myself into the space and I've got like a roll and a half poking over the table. I feel humiliated. It's almost to the point that I begin to feel punished. I know no one is looking at me but I felt like they were. All stress-inducing feelings are bubbling up so fast I know my face is turning red. Or maybe it was the fact that my circulation was being cut off at the waist. Either way, it's evident on my face that I'm an unhappy girl.
Moms quietly asks, "do you want to leave?" to which I can't reply "Yes" fast enough. There'd be no way I could eat anything served to me at this place.
Poor Moms. It's like when she tried to teach me how to drive a Standard. There was never so much cursing and swearing and yelling and spitting-ok, maybe there wasn't any spitting-in a car since that fateful Sunday afternoon oh so many years ago. She took it like a champ. It wasn't directed at her, it was just all those irrational feelings gushing out like some nasty infection.
Well, after driving her around half of Smaller Southern City, we wind up at another restaurant with excellent chicken and ribs. We valet the car (I wasn't kidding on the high maintenance part) and as soon as we're greeted I lay down the table law. With a smile on my face of course.
Moms and I sit down, I order a martini and she orders her glass of wine. The world is right again.
And then there's tomorrow on a plane.
Is 6:30am too early to drink?
-jafg
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Calorie Girl
05/04/10
283.4 lbs
I have to get on an airplane next Wednesday morning and I'm hoping to break into the 70's by then. I was really hoping for a solid 275 lbs, but I don't know if that's still doable now. We'll keep trying.
Sit back and relax. This is gonna be a long one.
Ok, so I've not been a healthy feeling JAFG the past few days. I even missed work yesterday which means I missed HHH class last night. I am all sadfaced about missing my workout last night. When I go back on Wednesday it’ll feel like starting from day 1 again. I hate that. I am planning on working out tonight. I need to stay in the habit.
I did go to workout on Friday which gave me a great sense of accomplishment. Go Me! I actually got in 70 work-out minutes. It felt great.
I had every intention of working out over the weekend, but I just wasn't up for anything requiring me to be outside of the abode. I felt all ick. The only reason I went out Sunday was because I was gonna have to start sharing cat food with Kitty and I'm pretty sure he'd see me starve and wither first. Saturday I added a plant to my patio garden and didn't do pretty much anything else.
Oh, I did order pizza. I got two medium thin crust pizzas actually (Domino's had a 2-pizza-2-topping-5.99-each special). It could be considered 4 pizzas because I got each half with a different 2-topping combination. Genius, really. I don't know why I haven't thought about this before.
Pizza one: One half pepperoni and mushroom (which, if you haven't learned by now, is my favorite), one half ham and pineapple (something I haven't tried since I was a kid and thought I'd try it again...now I remember why I haven't tried it since I was a kid), both sides with bell pepper. Pizza two: One half mushroom and black olives, one half spinach and feta, both sides with onion and white sauce. Yes, that's order craziness, but I placed the order online to cut out some of the possibility of mayhem. I'm sure someone somewhere in the process thought I must be high. I assure you I was not.
Now, before you start thinking that I had a pizza pig-out fest, I ate on that for two days. That's like 3 meals. One dinner, one breakfast and one lunch. Yom.
On Sunday I went to the grocery. I got all sorts of mad healthy foods. I almost bought a half a pound cake. Which still weighed at least a pound. You know the ones with the hole in the middle of them? Yeah, I had it in my basket. I was super craving on something that tasted like it was from the naughty list. Ever get those cravings? (That's a rhetorical question.)
Then I saw these "day old bakery" bran muffins and thought, "hmmm, perhaps I should be a little more responsible with my splurging and save some money". So I placed the pound cake back on the table and meandered over to the bran muffins. There were 4 in the carton. I read the nutrition label and turns out each muffin has almost 500 calories. Each. Each! W. T. H. This is supposed to be a healthy alternative. My breakfast from Panera last week had fewer calories than that. And it had cheese in it! So, pass on the bran muffin.
What I opted for was a little 12 ounce size cup filled with mini cookies with m&ms. Also, I got one 1.74 oz package of peanut m&ms. I had the cookies Sunday night and the peanut m&ms last night. All this is logged in my myfitnesspal food diary. With the pizza. Also, I did not exercise this weekend. And I stayed home from work yesterday. And I still managed to drop poundage.
So, I have to tell you about a dinner I had last night. (I am SO looking forward to the leftovers tonight). I even took a picture of the recipe card so you could all share in this feast of goodness.
I had garlic-lime chicken fajitas. Yum yum yum yum Yum! Greatest thing about it, no prepackaged anything which means you control all the salt and stuff that goes in it. I varied this by adding mushrooms to the onion mix and went easy on the peppers) and cooking spinach on the side (just sautéed in some water). Also, I used non-fat Greek yogurt as a condiment. Have I said Yum, yet? I had one chicken breast in two fajita wraps and added the spinach to the fajita (just cooked it on its own, didn’t want to lose that “spinach” flavor). McCormack has a “spice pack” where all the spices are measured out for you. I found mine (completely by accident) at Publix. If you don’t have a Publix, don’t worry, the recipe tells you the exact measurements of each spice. You should go out right now and try this.
I must say, being off the exercise routine and still watching what I ate was a great life lesson for me. I even had little splurges and delivery and as long as I kept everything in check, I felt like a real person eating real food. I mean, I’m not eating diet food. I’m eating healthy food, lean meats, lots of veg, watching calories. The healthful food isn’t all that much of a change. But, I’ve never been a calorie girl.
I’m not obsessive, just health conscious. I now know that a vodka/soda beverage is way better than a long island iced tea when I’m out. Things like that really make a difference!
-jafg
283.4 lbs
I have to get on an airplane next Wednesday morning and I'm hoping to break into the 70's by then. I was really hoping for a solid 275 lbs, but I don't know if that's still doable now. We'll keep trying.
Sit back and relax. This is gonna be a long one.
Ok, so I've not been a healthy feeling JAFG the past few days. I even missed work yesterday which means I missed HHH class last night. I am all sadfaced about missing my workout last night. When I go back on Wednesday it’ll feel like starting from day 1 again. I hate that. I am planning on working out tonight. I need to stay in the habit.
I did go to workout on Friday which gave me a great sense of accomplishment. Go Me! I actually got in 70 work-out minutes. It felt great.
I had every intention of working out over the weekend, but I just wasn't up for anything requiring me to be outside of the abode. I felt all ick. The only reason I went out Sunday was because I was gonna have to start sharing cat food with Kitty and I'm pretty sure he'd see me starve and wither first. Saturday I added a plant to my patio garden and didn't do pretty much anything else.
Oh, I did order pizza. I got two medium thin crust pizzas actually (Domino's had a 2-pizza-2-topping-5.99-each special). It could be considered 4 pizzas because I got each half with a different 2-topping combination. Genius, really. I don't know why I haven't thought about this before.
Pizza one: One half pepperoni and mushroom (which, if you haven't learned by now, is my favorite), one half ham and pineapple (something I haven't tried since I was a kid and thought I'd try it again...now I remember why I haven't tried it since I was a kid), both sides with bell pepper. Pizza two: One half mushroom and black olives, one half spinach and feta, both sides with onion and white sauce. Yes, that's order craziness, but I placed the order online to cut out some of the possibility of mayhem. I'm sure someone somewhere in the process thought I must be high. I assure you I was not.
Now, before you start thinking that I had a pizza pig-out fest, I ate on that for two days. That's like 3 meals. One dinner, one breakfast and one lunch. Yom.
On Sunday I went to the grocery. I got all sorts of mad healthy foods. I almost bought a half a pound cake. Which still weighed at least a pound. You know the ones with the hole in the middle of them? Yeah, I had it in my basket. I was super craving on something that tasted like it was from the naughty list. Ever get those cravings? (That's a rhetorical question.)
Then I saw these "day old bakery" bran muffins and thought, "hmmm, perhaps I should be a little more responsible with my splurging and save some money". So I placed the pound cake back on the table and meandered over to the bran muffins. There were 4 in the carton. I read the nutrition label and turns out each muffin has almost 500 calories. Each. Each! W. T. H. This is supposed to be a healthy alternative. My breakfast from Panera last week had fewer calories than that. And it had cheese in it! So, pass on the bran muffin.
What I opted for was a little 12 ounce size cup filled with mini cookies with m&ms. Also, I got one 1.74 oz package of peanut m&ms. I had the cookies Sunday night and the peanut m&ms last night. All this is logged in my myfitnesspal food diary. With the pizza. Also, I did not exercise this weekend. And I stayed home from work yesterday. And I still managed to drop poundage.
So, I have to tell you about a dinner I had last night. (I am SO looking forward to the leftovers tonight). I even took a picture of the recipe card so you could all share in this feast of goodness.
I must say, being off the exercise routine and still watching what I ate was a great life lesson for me. I even had little splurges and delivery and as long as I kept everything in check, I felt like a real person eating real food. I mean, I’m not eating diet food. I’m eating healthy food, lean meats, lots of veg, watching calories. The healthful food isn’t all that much of a change. But, I’ve never been a calorie girl.
I’m not obsessive, just health conscious. I now know that a vodka/soda beverage is way better than a long island iced tea when I’m out. Things like that really make a difference!
-jafg
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
What Have I Done For Me Lately?
10/14/09
284.2 lbs
I'm eating a Wendy's taco salad for lunch today. I have to wear a napkin as a bib because it's messy. It's not what I started out to get, but I'm glad I went with this rather than a mushroom swiss burger and fries from some other place. Great, I just dropped some chili on my blouse. Good thing it's synthetic material; I just sponged it off without a problem.
I have to tell you, my blog-reading friends, I really wanted to post something yesterday but didn't have a damn thing to write about. It was depressing. Just sitting at my desk staring at the blinking cursor on the white screen was killing me. I'm surprised I'm here to tell you about it today!
I'm going to be very busy over the next few days. I've got a belated birthday party to attend tonight which I am super excited about. It's for me. The restaurant where we're going has freakin' fantastic french onion soup and that's what I'll be having for dinner. Tomorrow I'm going to a Wine and Cheese shindig after work. It's a business event, but I'm looking forward to it anyway. I love wine and I love cheese. There's gonna be a bunch of women there, so I won't be overdoing it (Thank you, Social Peer Pressure).
Friday night, I'm going to hear an awesome local band play at a bar that's pretty close to home and then Saturday I'm attending my first SEC football game (That's Southeastern Conference for those of you who don't know). I'm a little worried about that, turth be told. It should be fun, though. Tailgating will be! You'll all get to hear about it next week. The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.
I also watched the tracking of the weight go from as high as 287+ to as low as 279+. I'm now at 284+. I guess that is somewhat progress. It depressed me a bit. Not really, but kinda. It made me wonder--after reading my blog and so many others--what really makes it happen. Yeah, yeah, I know, only I can make the decision to change myself...blah blah blah. But when does the click come in? Technically, I'm still sitting on the sidelines watching everybody else make progress and lose weight. And let me tell you, the people out there making strides are people that have had really come a long way! We're talking in the high double to triple figures here! That's my level of needed weightloss. It isn't like someone trying to work off an extra 5 lbs. or so. Which is hard for them, but we should all have these problems!
I'm still not motivated to really get out there and START. I've had a great time meeting friends and influencing people, but what have I really done for myself?
What made you get off the couch and kick your own ass? When was that "AHA" moment for you?
-jafg
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
But I Didn't Post
09/22/09
???.? lbs
I can't even provide a good estimation for you today, boys and girls.
I travel in a week. Travel days suck. We'll see.
As you can tell, I've been silent on the bloggin front for awhile. Fuhgeddabout the weekend posting I was so planning on doing this weekend. Totally didn't happen in case you didn't know. Crap. I couldn't even get motivated to sit on my arse and type in a blog this weekend. I did get some things done around the abode which have been neglected since company last weekend. It was great. But I didn't post.
Friday I went grocery shopping on my lunch. I bought Mac 'n' Cheese and Fried Veggie Sticks from the "hotbar" and that was my lunch. I am very proud to say, though, that I did not buy the Blue Box MnC which often times can find its way into my grocery cart. It's a guilty pleasure of mine. Like cereal at night. I eat cereal like ice cream. I try to buy Kashi most of the time, but sometimes Golden Grahams or Lucky Charms come to visit. I also don't eat cereal in a bowl, I eat it from a coffee cup, like my ice cream. Which I haven't bought in a while. Yea me!
Cereal and ice cream got me going off on a tangent...
As I was saying, I went grocery shopping on Friday during my lunch break. This was strategic since the grocery by work was having the best of the sales and I didn't want to grocery-hop this time. I got bone-in chicken breasts and drum sticks. Dark meat isn't the healthiest, but baked, it's still not too bad. My freezer is stocked with chicken parts. Yum.
I also got the lean ground chuck which I used some of to make Tacos on Saturday. I like to get the really lean ground beef like the 94%-6% ratio. I couldn't find it and Grocery was having a good sale on the family pack "lean" ground chuck. Turns out this stuff isn't so lean. The ratio is like 85%-15%. Yikes. I cooked the hell out of it, and then drained it off and rinsed the hell out of it, too. I hope that helped. I'd like to think it did.
Anyway, I did this grocery shopping on Friday because I felt a need to unplug coming on. That means cell phones and computers off, My Friends. I didn't want to venture out from the apartment once I got home. I like those weekends as much as I like the very sociable weekends. It was great. But I didn't post.
I'm not lazy when these moods strike, it's almost the opposite. I start "nesting", know what I mean? I clean, vaccuum, wash dishes, organize piles, wash clothes, redecorate, that sort of thing. Most people probably do these on a very regular basis, I do it just enough to make the house livable chaos. Sometimes, though, toilets just need to be scrubbed. So I get busy. This also means, that I'm most likely not going to change out of the jammies until about 6:00pm and then it's just to feel like I got dressed that day.
I started washing clothes, sheets, towels, and such Friday when I got home. After I walked up The Stairs twice with damn groceries. That sucked. Anyway, my washer was going all weekend (not contsantly, mind you, but I did wash all weekend). I vaccummed up the bedroom, dusted a bit, and watched Movies on Demand. It was great. But I didn't post.
I didn't do the one thing that I wanted to which was try to keep motivated about weight stuff, instead, I unplugged from it. I was active, I moved, I wasn't just glued to my couch, but I didn't lose poundage this weekend either. I most likely gained. I'll be confirming that tomorrow.
I always drive by the complex gym on my way home and have really started to feel guilty about not being in there. I've got to do something. I've got to take action. I'm running out of excuses to talk about me and my fat and it's starting to weigh on me! Egad! Now I have emotional weight, too!? What the hell?! My ass isn't enough for me to carry around?!?!
Something's gotta give here.
-jafg
???.? lbs
I can't even provide a good estimation for you today, boys and girls.
I travel in a week. Travel days suck. We'll see.
As you can tell, I've been silent on the bloggin front for awhile. Fuhgeddabout the weekend posting I was so planning on doing this weekend. Totally didn't happen in case you didn't know. Crap. I couldn't even get motivated to sit on my arse and type in a blog this weekend. I did get some things done around the abode which have been neglected since company last weekend. It was great. But I didn't post.
Friday I went grocery shopping on my lunch. I bought Mac 'n' Cheese and Fried Veggie Sticks from the "hotbar" and that was my lunch. I am very proud to say, though, that I did not buy the Blue Box MnC which often times can find its way into my grocery cart. It's a guilty pleasure of mine. Like cereal at night. I eat cereal like ice cream. I try to buy Kashi most of the time, but sometimes Golden Grahams or Lucky Charms come to visit. I also don't eat cereal in a bowl, I eat it from a coffee cup, like my ice cream. Which I haven't bought in a while. Yea me!
Cereal and ice cream got me going off on a tangent...
As I was saying, I went grocery shopping on Friday during my lunch break. This was strategic since the grocery by work was having the best of the sales and I didn't want to grocery-hop this time. I got bone-in chicken breasts and drum sticks. Dark meat isn't the healthiest, but baked, it's still not too bad. My freezer is stocked with chicken parts. Yum.
I also got the lean ground chuck which I used some of to make Tacos on Saturday. I like to get the really lean ground beef like the 94%-6% ratio. I couldn't find it and Grocery was having a good sale on the family pack "lean" ground chuck. Turns out this stuff isn't so lean. The ratio is like 85%-15%. Yikes. I cooked the hell out of it, and then drained it off and rinsed the hell out of it, too. I hope that helped. I'd like to think it did.
Anyway, I did this grocery shopping on Friday because I felt a need to unplug coming on. That means cell phones and computers off, My Friends. I didn't want to venture out from the apartment once I got home. I like those weekends as much as I like the very sociable weekends. It was great. But I didn't post.
I'm not lazy when these moods strike, it's almost the opposite. I start "nesting", know what I mean? I clean, vaccuum, wash dishes, organize piles, wash clothes, redecorate, that sort of thing. Most people probably do these on a very regular basis, I do it just enough to make the house livable chaos. Sometimes, though, toilets just need to be scrubbed. So I get busy. This also means, that I'm most likely not going to change out of the jammies until about 6:00pm and then it's just to feel like I got dressed that day.
I started washing clothes, sheets, towels, and such Friday when I got home. After I walked up The Stairs twice with damn groceries. That sucked. Anyway, my washer was going all weekend (not contsantly, mind you, but I did wash all weekend). I vaccummed up the bedroom, dusted a bit, and watched Movies on Demand. It was great. But I didn't post.
I didn't do the one thing that I wanted to which was try to keep motivated about weight stuff, instead, I unplugged from it. I was active, I moved, I wasn't just glued to my couch, but I didn't lose poundage this weekend either. I most likely gained. I'll be confirming that tomorrow.
I always drive by the complex gym on my way home and have really started to feel guilty about not being in there. I've got to do something. I've got to take action. I'm running out of excuses to talk about me and my fat and it's starting to weigh on me! Egad! Now I have emotional weight, too!? What the hell?! My ass isn't enough for me to carry around?!?!
Something's gotta give here.
-jafg
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