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weight watchers weekly – week 1 redo

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I know you’ve all been missing these. I’m sure you noticed their absence, but I didn’t really feel the need to announce to the world (okay, the 100 or so of you who stop by daily) that I had become another statistic, a quitter of the WW. But, what’s the point in recording your life if you aren’t honest about it?

It’s been a while. My ankle was injured from the marathon. The stress of grad school applications got to me. The end of the semester was crazy. The holidays happened. I had to eat ice-cream daily for a week straight after the tonsillectomy. Well, my ankle is back to good, the last application goes in on Tuesday, the semester ended along with the holidays, and my throat has healed. No more excuses.

So, this morning I was back at the WW. It was painful. All that work down the tubes. Okay, not all of it, but a lot of it. I am still down 7 lbs, and those 7 lbs are gone for good. But it’s hard to think that I managed to put on 18. Yuck! 18 lbs! Okay, I’m letting go now.

I have eight weeks before my next race. If I average 2 lbs a week, I’ll be 2 lbs away from where I was at my low point. I think it’s doable. And in case you haven’t been following my workout tracker in the sidebar, you haven’t missed much. In the first 11 days of the new year, I have worked out a total of twice. But that all changes today. My goal is to PR on this next half-marathon, so it’s time to step it up!

Goals for this week:

  1. Run four days – for a total of 16 miles (I’m easing my way back in).
  2. Cross train two days.
  3. Get in three toning workouts.
  4. Follow WW’s points exactly.
  5. Drink 48 oz. of water a day.
  6. Get six hours of sleep a night (yes…that’s an improvement)

Game on!

sucking the life out of me

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No, not Weight Watchers, although this morning was not an enjoyable experience. It does feel good to accept just how bad things are and to be acknowledging it publicly (you know, through the safety of cyberspace). I am only 13.4 lbs lighter than I was a little over four months ago. There. I said it. Now, I can move on.

So, what is sucking the life out of me? These freaking essays for grad school! Sucking. The. Life. Seriously, I think anyone who manages to write even halfway decent essays ought to be accepted. How do you get your career to date, reasons for pursuing an MBA, short-term and long-term goals, and your motivation for attending a particular school into a 900 word essay (that’s for the University of Texas), let alone the 500 words the rest of my chosen schools require? How do you tell about what you have to offer without sounding totally full of yourself? How do you not want to rip someone’s, anyone’s, eyeballs out after writing the essays necessary for just one school?

If this is how I feel after four essays, I’m sure to be dead after 20, or at least completely nutters. I burst into tears today. Tears! Absolutely ridiculous.

heigh ho, heigh ho…

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it’s back to Weight Watchers I go.

That’s right. In the morning, I will be returning after three weeks of not going at all and six weeks of not trying very hard. I’ve gone through all kinds of emotions. Anger. Frustration. Disappointment. And finally, I am at a point of acceptance. My guess is, based on their scales, that I now weigh only 15 lbs less than when I started. That has been a hard thing for me to work through. However, that’s 15 lbs less than I was four and a half months ago and that is still a good thing.

That’s where I’m at. Focusing on the positive. Tomorrow, after I go, I will adjust my weight loss in the sidebar. It will be a new day…and a new beginning. And the struggle lives on…like a vampire, in the night, waiting to suck the life out of me. But, I can’t let it win. Especially because my vampire doesn’t look like Edward. My vampire looks like a big, fat cow.

weight watchers weekly – week 17

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I have pretty much sucked it up lately. I have realized that trying to work, go to school, research grad schools, revise my resume, travel, socialize, apply to grad school, work on this consulting project, pleasure read and sleep is not super conducive to weight loss. Both running and healthy eating have suffered.

Anyway, I didn’t go to my meeting. I know I swore I would, but I can feel where I’m at and I just can’t handle it. It’s the truth. So, I came to a decision over the past two days. The scale is coming out of storage. I know it makes me a bit obsessive, but the truth is, I have to be if I am going to lose weight.

Now, don’t freak out. My only goal until applications are done is to get back to and maintain my 25 lb loss. That’s it. I’m not going to try and drop a lot of weight while dealing with all of this stuff. I just have way too much going on.

So, that’s all I have for you this week. The skinny jeans still fit…photo to come and I’ll see if I can’t get in the darling camel jacket with it. I tried to take one, but it came out super blurry (self-portraits with no auto focus are a bit difficult). I’m still feeling good about what I’ve accomplished. I definitely want to lose more and I know I’ll really be feeling that way come next Saturday when I’m carrying all of my weight for 26.2 miles, but that’s okay.

All of you out there who are struggling through the joys of weight drama, just remember it is a slow process that has to be taken one day at a time. Maybe even one meal at a time. On that note, I’d like to share a funny story. This morning, I went upstairs for a little snack. I was standing in line and this is what I heard:

Super skinny tall guy: I’d like two old-fashioned donuts and a milk.
Sales girl: Okay…what kind of milk do you want?
Super skinny tall guy: Whatever kind has the most fat.

Oh, how would it be?

weight watchers weekly – week 16

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Before I get into my weekend, which will not be a play by play, as there is very little play to report, I need to do my WW post from last week. The good news. I lost. And that’s all. I’m not down to where I was three weeks ago, yet. And I’m sure that my weekend in SF did nothing to help, especially since I did very little (and by “little” I mean no) tracking. But, it was so worth it.

Anyway, last week was better. I managed to lose two of the pounds that I found. I’m still not changing the total on my side bar. I have lost that much and should be back to the weight in two more weeks (this week will not be the week it all goes away…I will be lucky to have not gained.

In general, I’m feeling pretty good about things. As my sisters were both in town last weekend, losing two pounds was a big accomplishment. With being in SF (my favorite place to eat…especially once I discovered this great local donut place…the first night I was there), I think I’ll be okay if I gained a little.

I guess I’m just feeling very balanced. My life is as crazy as ever and I’m learning how to function without making food the drug of choice…although I think I will always enjoy it because, really, it’s just so good…and it’s not like I can just quit eating, right?

Oh, and one more thing. At the same time I purchased my long and lean jeans (which incidentally are not necessarily for long and lean people, but are meant to make one appear long and lean) I also found a fabulous new jacket. It’s super cute, camel color with dark gray buttons, so it is extremely versatile. Anyway, when it comes to jackets, I definitely like a little roomier fit for layering purposes, so I thought I had grabbed an XL. I tried the jacket on and it was darling. Perhaps a little more fitted than I am comfortable with, but the shoulders fit perfectly, it looked great and it was on sale. That was all I needed. I went for it.

What I didn’t realize until I actually went to wear the jacket and had to remove the tag, was that it was actually an L and not an XL. I know sizes aren’t everything and I hope I never become one of those people who is so caught up in size that she insists on purchasing a particular size even though a size larger makes her look so much better (and thinner), but it really has been fun to “shrink” a bit, especially with the knowledge that I have neither starved myself, nor popped pills in order to do so.