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?

10,000 and counting

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Yesterday I had my 10,000th hit since May 18, 2007. I started blogging in September (I think) of 2006, but didn’t start tracking until May. Yes, I track my traffic. I may not know who you are, but I know where you are. In any case, in honor of those 10,000 visits, I’m going to do a little give away. I will be selecting TWO LUCKY WINNERS; one will be the first person to post a comment to this post (all you night owls…this is what it’s all about) and the second will be chosen at random (names in a hat) from all of the comments* made on this post between now and Thursday at midnight. Hopefully this will encourage some of you lurkers to leave a comment…if you don’t have a gmail/blogger profile, just leave an anonymous post and include your name (it can even be a fake name if you’d prefer to remain anonymous to the public at large…aka my other readers, although if you win, I will have to know who you are, so don’t comment if you don’t want me to know you read my blog).

And, what do we have for them, Bob? Well, as I am a lover of music (and concerts) and I just got home from one and have music on my mind, you will receive a special 2-cd set of my favorites from the tours of ’07 (meaning the concerts I have been to thus far). There may be some other surprises as well, but no guarantees other than the cds…although that alone should make you all want to leave a comment as I have been to some great concerts this year, including, but not limited to, Joshua Radin, Pete Yorn, Dashboard, Muse, and Young Love**.

After selecting the winners on Friday, I will post your names to the blog and you will then need to email me your info (real/full name and mailing address) so that I can get your prize to you.

Thanks for being such a great audience and for giving me so much encouragement and so many things to think about!

*Each commenter will be counted only once, regardless of the number of comments he or she makes.
**Please be aware that some of the music may not be suitable for young ears…I will do my best to filter, but no guarantees.

dear you…inspired by my trip to SF

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Dear nice guy who sat next to me on my flight from SLC to OAK,

Normally, I’m not a huge fan of talking on planes. I like my “alone” time, which is why I always get a window seat and why I generally look away from anyone who sits next to me. I just like to read my books, listen to my music, do my thing. But you were so nice and so friendly and I really enjoyed talking to you, so much so that I thought twice about keeping to myself on my flight home. And you told such good stories and made me feel so good about being 29 and single. Thanks for a great conversation. And, because we started talking before the plane was entirely boarded, no one sat between us, which meant I had more leg room. It was fantastic!

Sincerely,

Your row mate

Dear Happy Donuts,

Thank you for being open 24 hours so that, when Erika picked me up late and I didn’t get to go to Fenton’s, I was still able to enjoy a delicious treat. (Erika, I know it wasn’t your fault). Your donuts were delicious. And it was so fun to see all of the random people in a donut shop at 11:00 pm on a Thursday. It was fun to imagine who they were and what their lives were like, especially the table of guys speaking French. Why is it that any guy speaking French can make me weak in the knees? Especially when he’s native? So hot!

Back to you, Happy Donuts. I was so grateful, but then I just craved you. I couldn’t stop thinking of you. It was bad. Maybe 24 hours isn’t such a good idea. And when I’m cursing you on Thursday, remember that I don’t really mean it.

Missing you dearly,

Chloe

Dear Bay Area,

Why must you really be the perfect place to live? Why must all of the housing options be so expensive? Why must your climate make me so happy? Why does your air smell sweeter and your sun shine more beautifully than any place on earth (except maybe Tuscany…but I don’t speak Italian, so I’m not planning on moving there)? Why do you have to make me hate where I live every time I visit you? Why does my heart flutter at just the thought of your two beautiful bridges? Why? Why? Why? Why? Everything is better in San Francisco. Everything!

I’m sad.

Chloe

Dear guys who still travel in threes in their mid-thirties,

Really? You are how old? I was reminded of Draco Malfoy and his two sidekicks. Two less attractive, not as intelligent side kicks. Here’s the thing…Mr. Frontman is generally attractive and charismatic, but you two wingmen…not so much. That’s not to say that I wouldn’t be attracted to you, except that the fact that you are all about being a wingman makes you so not appealing. Do you just hang out, hoping to get Frontman’s toss-offs? Do you think that hanging out with Frontman makes you more appealing? Do you realize just how reminiscent of high school your little posse appears? Could you please just grow up already? I’m sure you are very nice, but don’t you get tired of all the girls going for Frontman? Don’t you want girls that want you? I so wish I understood. Can someone help me to understand? Please.

Sincerely,

A girl who, while somewhat socially inept in large groups, at least tries to appear approachable

Dear MBA grad who went to my first choice school,

If I got nothing else out of this weekend other than my conversation with you it was totally worth it. Thanks for being so honest about your experience at said school. It has given me a lot to think about. I have totally revamped my choices as a result of our conversation and the thoughts you shared. I’m still applying to choice number 1, but if I get in (and it’s possible I won’t, although you also made me feel better about that), I will think long and hard before I make my choice. And you were attractive and so interesting to talk to…if only you hadn’t been in your 40s…I just can’t bridge two decades.

Sincerely,

A prospective MBA student who appreciates any insight from an experienced source

Dear Palo Alto,

It’s really too bad that Stanford is so very selective and that recruiters don’t like it, or I might consider applying and I might get in. As it stands, I am not applying and will not, therefore, get rejected. But if you had a different school, oh how I would love to live in your beautiful city. Such a great place. Such beautiful homes, old money homes. Such a large population of brilliant minds. Such beautiful green hills. Oh how I do love you! Perhaps someday. Although, let’s be honest. If I end up back in California (which I hope to) I will probably be working in SF and living there, as well, since it’s about the same cost of living. But, if you had a school I wanted to attend and could get into, I would do it. In a heartbeat. As it is, I’ll be applying to the school across the bay, and I like that town, too.

Sincerely,

A girl who really messed up her undergrad

Dear guy from Las Vegas,

Just a little thought…Desperation does not smell good.

Chloe

Dear Shannon Hale,

Thanks for writing such a great book. It was a bit of a slow start, but I loved it. So cute. So romantic. So sweet and clean. Just the way a fairytale should be. And it was so well written…I have discovered some new favorite quotes and that is a big deal.

Sincerely,

A hopeless romantic

Dear Chloe,

Remember that even though this weekend was less than ideal and you seem to have no prospects, you are so glad that you aren’t married. You made the right choice. Sure, life isn’t going to be a fairytale, but you deserve to fall in love with someone wonderful, who makes you feel good about yourself and doesn’t make you defend your feelings/thoughts/decisions all the time, and someone who makes you laugh and can have a great conversation and shares a mutual attraction. And if your story could turn out just a bit like a good book, that would be nice, too…although you don’t need to hold out for that if you meet Mr. Perfect For You. And don’t get so set on your plans and goals that you aren’t willing to shift just a bit.

Sincerely,

Yourself

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.

drum roll please

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I know you have all been waiting on the edge of your seats since Thursday, so I will satisfy your curiosity before it kills you. I did not meet my husband this weekend. I repeat. I did not meet my husband.

I did meet some very interesting people, though. And many things I have know to be true about myself were reconfirmed. It was a good time and elaborations will be coming soon to a blog near you. This one, to be exact.

But for now, this is one tired girl and she needs to get herself to bed.