07/29/10
278.6 lbs
I didn't weigh today. That was yesterday.
Firstly, I don't know why it's been so long since I posted! I haven't even tweeted any pithy comments and thoughts. I hope you all didn't completely forget I was here. Well. I'm still alive. And kicking. Figuratively speaking anyway.
I haven't exercised in weeks. WEEKS. I have been taking the stairs at work as often as possible. When I'm really hot, though, I still take that elevator. The Mom came for a visit this week and it was great to see her. I made some effin awesome meals. They were healthier than they could have been (I made a bechamel sauce with 1% milk rather than heavy cream or half & half).
I'm rambling at the moment. Sorry about that.
Let's get down to business, shall we? I need two things from you, Bloggin Buddies. Firstly, I need some workout accountability partners and I need them stat. I can't seem to make the choice to get moving on my own. I know I should be, but I'm not. It's not that I can't, but I won't and I don't have a reason why except for laziness 9or something like it anyway). I can always find something else to do other than exercise. Damnit. I'm even ok with opening up my super secret fat girl identity to, say, work out together virtually where I check in and out with Exercise via my nifty cellular phone texting tools. I'm talking one-on-one here, not Twitter of Facebook. Although, my email's blowing up with friend requests. I need to respond to those, too. I'm so behind on jafg stuff. I digress. You see how easy that happens? This is why I need that accountability partner.
On to Thing Two. I signed up for Match(dot)com. Well, I haven't paid yet, but I did post a profile. I got three emails since starting my account last week so I think I'm gonna upgrade.
I thought I'd share my long ass bio with you people so you can tell me if I'm datable. Cause it's been so long I forgot what you actually do on a date. Really. So, here goes...
You know, one of the hardest things to do is describing yourself for a dating site. Or any other interview-type situation, really. So, hmmm…Well, I love soymilk. How’s that for a beginning? :o)
I am what you might call a social butterfly. I wouldn’t say I'm the life of the party, but I certainly do love to socialize! I've got a close network of friends both here and [geographical locations omitted]
I'm serious about work and about my free time. My friends are important to me so a person that blends well with them is also important. I would also hope to fit well into his circle of friends. There's tons of [college] sports in my local crew so if that's what he's into, he'll be welcomed with open arms. While I'm not a diehard fan, I do enjoy a good sporting event. Although, I'd rather watch a [college] football game on TV rather than in person. Just so you know.
Let's just clear the air on physical appearance. I'll be the first to admit that I can appreciate a good looking guy (or girl, really. I think Scarlett Johansson has a terrific body!). I understand (and think) that there's got to be that phisycal attraction between two people. So, I want to be completely up front with you on this. I am a plus-size girl. I’m 34; it’s not news to me. I’m comfortable in my own skin, but I’m also embarking on a new healthy path. Facing 35 makes one think about these things. I joined the YMCA in June and learned that there’s nothing like getting your rear handed to you after an intense workout.
For me, genuine is key. My match will be family-oriented and independent. He'll be full of life and maybe just a bit deviant. :-) I’m really hoping to find someone that will completely appreciate me for who I am right now and will also be encouraging for where I want to be. It’s my goal to be that same person for my “person”.
If you're interested in just hanging out (which is welcomed!), or in finding out if something may click, please let me know! (I'm not upgrading my account until I know there is some interest.)
Oh, and I’ve got to be honest with you here, I’m usually about 15-20 minutes behind schedule. Well, that’s true as long as “usually” means always.
Other than that, I wish you the best of luck in your search!
Cheers!
Well, there you have it. Let me know what you really think about this. Also, I need that virtual workout buddy.
My new dating life depends on it.
-jafg
P.S.:
Katy at Project Look Good Naked gave me a Versatile Blogger award! Forever I never get an award and now, I get two in one month!
Thank you Katy!
P. P. S.:
Holy. Timeline. I just realized that I celebrated my 1 year bloggin anniversary. Like, literally. Just Now. Celebrate with me by reading that first one again.
Showing posts with label Moms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moms. Show all posts
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
W.I.D.T.H.! (I'm Finally Famous...Sort Of)
06/14/10
277.4 lbs
Just yesterday the scale said 276.6 lbs. I have decided to make 275 lbs a goal for this week. Wish me luck!
Ok. So We've established I was out of town last week and the week before. Well, I was featured in Jack Sh*t's W.I.D.T.H. post on June 2! (Find that post here ==> WIDTH A Little Help From My Friends. I'm the 4th one down, you can't miss me...) I haven't been this excited since he actually posted a comment on my blog last year! (Find that post here ==> I Think Therefore I Can't?. Side note, I've come a long way, Baby!)
I didn't discover this until I ran to my internet upon my return home Tuesday. It was like getting a Christmas present that you hope you'll get, but aren't too sure you've been good enough throughout the year. I feel famous now.
I have almost won the bathing suit challenge! YAH-HOOOOO! I told you a few weeks ago that I made yet another bathing suit purchase; this one from Land's End. Can I just say they rock? I opted for a two-piece which still baffles and befuddles me. I've mentioned in other postings that, even though I am a plus-sized shopper, I do not have a plus-sized bust. This is really aggrivating when shopping for a bathing suit. I have enough to merritt underwire, but not enough to merritt a large cup area. I just need a normal size C-cup. When I buy a suit by the bra size, I end up with like a size 16 fit which isn't physically possible at the moment (<== like how I choose to stay postive here?) When I try just the "soft cup" one-piece The Girls just hang in not flattering ways. You see, perkiness just isn't part of the picture anymore.
Anyway. I decided to buy separates so I can specify a smaller top size to a lager bottom size. It totally worked. The girl swim shorts are a good fit as long as I'm not sitting at a 90* angle and one of the two tops fits superbly while the onter one will be nice for a little later this season (said optimistically). They're both the same size (in theory) but one's a halter and fits differently. I love it, but I'm new to halters so it's an adjustment. I'll be keeping that one for later this summer. My suits were delivered on Thursday.
Moms and I went to Concierge Gym on Sunday. She did two miles on the recumbent and decided to go to the pool while I finished up on the elliptical and weight/circuit machines. I got in a 50 minute workout that felt GOOD. I found her wading around so I took off the tennies sat down and put my feet in the water. Heaven. It was great. It occured to me that I had only gone swimming once while on vacation and that just wasn't setting right with the soul. There weren't many people around and I kept thinking "I could have gone and gotten my suit on and been back by now". By time I got to round three of that train of thought I'd had enough and went to change.
I decided to throw on my new suit (that's the solid black top, not the vine halter). I pull some shorts over my shorts, throw on my white button-down I use as a summer cover-up slather on a decent layer of sun-screen (I am a firm believer in protecting your skin in the sun), grab towels and the sun-screen bottles and head down to the pool. All in all, it took me about 15 minutes. I walked right in, took off my top layer of shorts, the button-down-cover-up and walked head held high (but still looking down so I didn't miss any steps) into the pool. What a triumphant moment! To top it off, I stayed in when cute boys came in. I didn't mind when they ended up at the spots next to ours. I was a little uncomfortable, but I didn't let me get too worked up, after all, I have a great tan right now. I get out, maneuver to put more sun-screen on, and totally lay out all exposed-like on my chair! To top it off, I totally manage to get an invitation to a White Party happening in the not so distant future from the cutest one.
At the end of pool time, I get up, pull on my button-down shirt and walk out. I didn't even pull on the second layer of shorts! I'm so very proud of me. This losing weight business has boosted my confidence in ways I didn't even know needed to be done.
That's just another reason Why I Do This Here...
-jafg
277.4 lbs
Just yesterday the scale said 276.6 lbs. I have decided to make 275 lbs a goal for this week. Wish me luck!
Ok. So We've established I was out of town last week and the week before. Well, I was featured in Jack Sh*t's W.I.D.T.H. post on June 2! (Find that post here ==> WIDTH A Little Help From My Friends. I'm the 4th one down, you can't miss me...) I haven't been this excited since he actually posted a comment on my blog last year! (Find that post here ==> I Think Therefore I Can't?. Side note, I've come a long way, Baby!)
I didn't discover this until I ran to my internet upon my return home Tuesday. It was like getting a Christmas present that you hope you'll get, but aren't too sure you've been good enough throughout the year. I feel famous now.
Onto other equally exciting news...
I have almost won the bathing suit challenge! YAH-HOOOOO! I told you a few weeks ago that I made yet another bathing suit purchase; this one from Land's End. Can I just say they rock? I opted for a two-piece which still baffles and befuddles me. I've mentioned in other postings that, even though I am a plus-sized shopper, I do not have a plus-sized bust. This is really aggrivating when shopping for a bathing suit. I have enough to merritt underwire, but not enough to merritt a large cup area. I just need a normal size C-cup. When I buy a suit by the bra size, I end up with like a size 16 fit which isn't physically possible at the moment (<== like how I choose to stay postive here?) When I try just the "soft cup" one-piece The Girls just hang in not flattering ways. You see, perkiness just isn't part of the picture anymore.
Anyway. I decided to buy separates so I can specify a smaller top size to a lager bottom size. It totally worked. The girl swim shorts are a good fit as long as I'm not sitting at a 90* angle and one of the two tops fits superbly while the onter one will be nice for a little later this season (said optimistically). They're both the same size (in theory) but one's a halter and fits differently. I love it, but I'm new to halters so it's an adjustment. I'll be keeping that one for later this summer. My suits were delivered on Thursday.
Aren't they cute??
Moms and I went to Concierge Gym on Sunday. She did two miles on the recumbent and decided to go to the pool while I finished up on the elliptical and weight/circuit machines. I got in a 50 minute workout that felt GOOD. I found her wading around so I took off the tennies sat down and put my feet in the water. Heaven. It was great. It occured to me that I had only gone swimming once while on vacation and that just wasn't setting right with the soul. There weren't many people around and I kept thinking "I could have gone and gotten my suit on and been back by now". By time I got to round three of that train of thought I'd had enough and went to change.
I decided to throw on my new suit (that's the solid black top, not the vine halter). I pull some shorts over my shorts, throw on my white button-down I use as a summer cover-up slather on a decent layer of sun-screen (I am a firm believer in protecting your skin in the sun), grab towels and the sun-screen bottles and head down to the pool. All in all, it took me about 15 minutes. I walked right in, took off my top layer of shorts, the button-down-cover-up and walked head held high (but still looking down so I didn't miss any steps) into the pool. What a triumphant moment! To top it off, I stayed in when cute boys came in. I didn't mind when they ended up at the spots next to ours. I was a little uncomfortable, but I didn't let me get too worked up, after all, I have a great tan right now. I get out, maneuver to put more sun-screen on, and totally lay out all exposed-like on my chair! To top it off, I totally manage to get an invitation to a White Party happening in the not so distant future from the cutest one.
At the end of pool time, I get up, pull on my button-down shirt and walk out. I didn't even pull on the second layer of shorts! I'm so very proud of me. This losing weight business has boosted my confidence in ways I didn't even know needed to be done.
That's just another reason Why I Do This Here...
-jafg
Monday, May 17, 2010
Cause and Effect
05/17/10
285.0 lbs
Damnit.
I am seriously considering a water fast. At least for 24 hours. I need SOMETHING to jumpstart the weightloss again. I want SO badly to see the 70's I can't stand it!
I've had three days of business travel hell. I got up at 4:30 AM Wednesday morning and got home at 12:10 AM Friday night. Well, actually, that would be Saturday morning. What. A. Nightmare. I was going to DC which is one of my all time fave places, but didn't get to enjoy the location once. Sadface.
I have learned that two things affect food decisions: Exhaustion and hangovers.
I was thrilled that I was making healthy choices on the food front. I had a mushroom, mozzerrella, spinach sandwich (eating little bread) for lunch, and a mostly sensible dinner considering I was at a "dinner reception" and had no choice on the menu. I did skip breakfast and had lunch in my room on Thursday which consisted of roasted peppers, spinach, feta and hummus on crostini (6 mini pieces) and a garden salad, dressing on the side. I had a martini or two for dinner.
I should tell you that I was meeting someone (two someones to be specific) for a business drink at the lobby bar and could find NOTHING healthy to snack on on the menu so I passed. I have not partaken of more than one drink at a time since the big 30 party for SAG last month.
So, there I was, sitting at the lobby bar, waiting on my business persons to arrive. I was early (shocker) and they were late (another shocker). Well, I decided to have a beverage (cosmo) prior to their arrival. Holy Moly. I hadn't had a cosmo that good in I can't remember. Truly. Well, I'm finishing up my drink when the business duo arrives. They order a round, as business people do, and before I know it, I'm on Martini #3.
I have to go to the ladies' and at the point of walking to the ladies' and walking back, I realize that I have had nothing to eat for hours, what I did have to eat is long gone and I have had three of the strongest martinis ever served in DC. Rookie Mistake.
Well, I went to bed early that night.
I woke up Friday not feeling quite so great. I had room service for breakfast. That would be 2 eggs scrambled with cheese (most of it left on my plate) two pieces of bacon (all left on the plate) a carrot-raisin muffin (top eaten) and the best toasted bagel with cream cheese anb butter I've ever eaten. Yeah, I ate the whole bagel. With shmear and all! Oh, I also had two glasses of soymilk.
I had a late flight and nothing to do with my luggage so I headed to the airport early. At this point, I'm tired, perhaps slightly hungover, and just wanting to get home. I ate dinner there. I had a burger and fries. And a coke. So, 10 hours after getting to the airport, I finally land. I'm taking a cab home and, I can't believe this, I asked him to drive through McD's because I'm hungry again. I ordered a fish filet combo with a water. I feel good about that water.
I slept most of the day on Saturday and ordered a thin crust veggie pizza for dinner. Sunday I was back on track. I worked out with The Moms and had a very healthy food day and bought groceries for the next few weeks. Publix had the most awesome icecream on sale...it's actually a Gelato. Everything was healthy in my basket excepting those icecreams which were a B.O.G.O.F. deal.
I had a small scoop of that last night.
And I wonder why this weight isn't moving.
-jafg
285.0 lbs
Damnit.
I am seriously considering a water fast. At least for 24 hours. I need SOMETHING to jumpstart the weightloss again. I want SO badly to see the 70's I can't stand it!
I've had three days of business travel hell. I got up at 4:30 AM Wednesday morning and got home at 12:10 AM Friday night. Well, actually, that would be Saturday morning. What. A. Nightmare. I was going to DC which is one of my all time fave places, but didn't get to enjoy the location once. Sadface.
I have learned that two things affect food decisions: Exhaustion and hangovers.
I was thrilled that I was making healthy choices on the food front. I had a mushroom, mozzerrella, spinach sandwich (eating little bread) for lunch, and a mostly sensible dinner considering I was at a "dinner reception" and had no choice on the menu. I did skip breakfast and had lunch in my room on Thursday which consisted of roasted peppers, spinach, feta and hummus on crostini (6 mini pieces) and a garden salad, dressing on the side. I had a martini or two for dinner.
I should tell you that I was meeting someone (two someones to be specific) for a business drink at the lobby bar and could find NOTHING healthy to snack on on the menu so I passed. I have not partaken of more than one drink at a time since the big 30 party for SAG last month.
So, there I was, sitting at the lobby bar, waiting on my business persons to arrive. I was early (shocker) and they were late (another shocker). Well, I decided to have a beverage (cosmo) prior to their arrival. Holy Moly. I hadn't had a cosmo that good in I can't remember. Truly. Well, I'm finishing up my drink when the business duo arrives. They order a round, as business people do, and before I know it, I'm on Martini #3.
I have to go to the ladies' and at the point of walking to the ladies' and walking back, I realize that I have had nothing to eat for hours, what I did have to eat is long gone and I have had three of the strongest martinis ever served in DC. Rookie Mistake.
Well, I went to bed early that night.
I woke up Friday not feeling quite so great. I had room service for breakfast. That would be 2 eggs scrambled with cheese (most of it left on my plate) two pieces of bacon (all left on the plate) a carrot-raisin muffin (top eaten) and the best toasted bagel with cream cheese anb butter I've ever eaten. Yeah, I ate the whole bagel. With shmear and all! Oh, I also had two glasses of soymilk.
I had a late flight and nothing to do with my luggage so I headed to the airport early. At this point, I'm tired, perhaps slightly hungover, and just wanting to get home. I ate dinner there. I had a burger and fries. And a coke. So, 10 hours after getting to the airport, I finally land. I'm taking a cab home and, I can't believe this, I asked him to drive through McD's because I'm hungry again. I ordered a fish filet combo with a water. I feel good about that water.
I slept most of the day on Saturday and ordered a thin crust veggie pizza for dinner. Sunday I was back on track. I worked out with The Moms and had a very healthy food day and bought groceries for the next few weeks. Publix had the most awesome icecream on sale...it's actually a Gelato. Everything was healthy in my basket excepting those icecreams which were a B.O.G.O.F. deal.
I had a small scoop of that last night.
And I wonder why this weight isn't moving.
-jafg
Monday, May 10, 2010
I Heart You, Mom!
05/10/10
283.4 lbs
Over the weekend Scale told me I was at 286.2 lbs. WHAT. THE. HELL. There's a whole mental saga that played out over the next two days but the end of the story is, I kicked my own ass, stopped feeling sorry for myself, and have changed my thinking to "every workout is last chance workout".
So, Mom's day was G-R-R-R-ATE (I'm using phonix, friends). Moms and I had sushi for dinner, botanical gardens for a day trip, an awesome brunch compliments of Chez JAFG, and I treated my mom to a morning workout. I was very excited about this last one. She's my cheerleader about losing weight and getting healthy and wants to do the same thing. It was really exciting to share this with her. Actually, I'm surprised by how happy it made me to have her participate in this part of my life.
My mom's a bigger woman like myself. We're built completely different; She's a pear, I'm an apple. I've got two inches on her 5'4" self. I'm "olive-complected", she's "fair-skinned". We have the same laugh and a lot of the same subconscious mannerisms and as soon as I realize that we're doing something alike at the same time I can't help but smile to myself. I get annoyed and amused at the same time.
Referring back to this weekend, I gained weight. Scale told me so two days in a row. I did A LOT of dining out with Moms and did no working out Friday or Saturday. As a matter of fact, I did nothing really, but sleep and eat on Saturday. More on that some other time.
Sunday morning, I wake up and decide to have coffee ready for Moms. When she woke up, I asked her to workout. She was totally down with trying the recumbent bike at Concierge Gym. So, we changed into workout gear and headed out.
She's a very young 53 years of age. She's got serious left knee problems (to the point that she takes The Stairs one step at a time), was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia in 2002 and now has arthritis starting in. All of this with serious allergic asthma. So this working out thing is a big deal.
She's talked with some physical therapists who have told her to get her knee moving with NO impact (thus the recumbent bike) to get the joint lubrication forming/flowing. She's supposed to take it easy on the walking front. We got her on a bike for 15 minutes at level 1. Woohoo!
She also did some resistance work on the Circuit machines with her arms. She was sore this morning, but we got out there again. Go Moms! We've got to take it easy because of all the challenges she has health-wise. I want to make sure she's not doing something that will ultimately exacerbate anything and make the situation worse. This got me thinking.
So, I was reading my blogroll came across 282.5 which I hadn't read in quite some time (Sorry Jo, and congrats on your freakin fantabulous progress!) and found a reference to a "real age" test. This one was a free service from http://www.realage.com/. I've been wanting to take one and so I used 20 minutes of my day and answered the questions honestly. It was great being able to tell it how much I exercise on a weekly basis. And then I got my results.
Actually, I'm pretty stoked about the fact I made it in under 40. I figured it would be like my first Wii age. 75. Yeah. Nice.
What got me is that the thing told me my workouts are too intense. I couldn't believe it when I read it. According to this lengthy assessment, my joint pain I've been experiencing isn't just because I've never moved so much in my life, it's because I'm pushing myself too hard. I started to connect the proverbial dots between Moms and me and I realized that, just like I don't want her pushing herself too much, I, too, shouldn't want me to push myself too much. I'm really relieved which is also surprising. I want to keep a level of intensity that will keep the fat burning happening, but I want my knees to feel better, too.
I think I've been trying to show all the skinny kids in my classes and gym (including SAG and BB) that I can keep up with the rest of them. That just because I'm fat doesn't mean that I can't do what they can. I don't think it's been intentional, I think it's been subconsciously happening.
Like the way Moms and I both get sassy with one hand on our hips. And then quickly move our hands when we realize what we're doing. At the same time. It's annoying. And funny.
I HEART YOU, MOM!
-jafg
283.4 lbs
Over the weekend Scale told me I was at 286.2 lbs. WHAT. THE. HELL. There's a whole mental saga that played out over the next two days but the end of the story is, I kicked my own ass, stopped feeling sorry for myself, and have changed my thinking to "every workout is last chance workout".
So, Mom's day was G-R-R-R-ATE (I'm using phonix, friends). Moms and I had sushi for dinner, botanical gardens for a day trip, an awesome brunch compliments of Chez JAFG, and I treated my mom to a morning workout. I was very excited about this last one. She's my cheerleader about losing weight and getting healthy and wants to do the same thing. It was really exciting to share this with her. Actually, I'm surprised by how happy it made me to have her participate in this part of my life.
My mom's a bigger woman like myself. We're built completely different; She's a pear, I'm an apple. I've got two inches on her 5'4" self. I'm "olive-complected", she's "fair-skinned". We have the same laugh and a lot of the same subconscious mannerisms and as soon as I realize that we're doing something alike at the same time I can't help but smile to myself. I get annoyed and amused at the same time.
Referring back to this weekend, I gained weight. Scale told me so two days in a row. I did A LOT of dining out with Moms and did no working out Friday or Saturday. As a matter of fact, I did nothing really, but sleep and eat on Saturday. More on that some other time.
Sunday morning, I wake up and decide to have coffee ready for Moms. When she woke up, I asked her to workout. She was totally down with trying the recumbent bike at Concierge Gym. So, we changed into workout gear and headed out.
She's a very young 53 years of age. She's got serious left knee problems (to the point that she takes The Stairs one step at a time), was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia in 2002 and now has arthritis starting in. All of this with serious allergic asthma. So this working out thing is a big deal.
She's talked with some physical therapists who have told her to get her knee moving with NO impact (thus the recumbent bike) to get the joint lubrication forming/flowing. She's supposed to take it easy on the walking front. We got her on a bike for 15 minutes at level 1. Woohoo!
She also did some resistance work on the Circuit machines with her arms. She was sore this morning, but we got out there again. Go Moms! We've got to take it easy because of all the challenges she has health-wise. I want to make sure she's not doing something that will ultimately exacerbate anything and make the situation worse. This got me thinking.
So, I was reading my blogroll came across 282.5 which I hadn't read in quite some time (Sorry Jo, and congrats on your freakin fantabulous progress!) and found a reference to a "real age" test. This one was a free service from http://www.realage.com/. I've been wanting to take one and so I used 20 minutes of my day and answered the questions honestly. It was great being able to tell it how much I exercise on a weekly basis. And then I got my results.
What got me is that the thing told me my workouts are too intense. I couldn't believe it when I read it. According to this lengthy assessment, my joint pain I've been experiencing isn't just because I've never moved so much in my life, it's because I'm pushing myself too hard. I started to connect the proverbial dots between Moms and me and I realized that, just like I don't want her pushing herself too much, I, too, shouldn't want me to push myself too much. I'm really relieved which is also surprising. I want to keep a level of intensity that will keep the fat burning happening, but I want my knees to feel better, too.
I think I've been trying to show all the skinny kids in my classes and gym (including SAG and BB) that I can keep up with the rest of them. That just because I'm fat doesn't mean that I can't do what they can. I don't think it's been intentional, I think it's been subconsciously happening.
Like the way Moms and I both get sassy with one hand on our hips. And then quickly move our hands when we realize what we're doing. At the same time. It's annoying. And funny.
I HEART YOU, MOM!
-jafg
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