Meltdown Update

Well, a few days ago I said I was going to stick with my old scale during the challenge but I think I'm going to reverse that decision and use the new scale.

1. There is a discrepancy between old and new scales (this morning 215 old/ 216.4 new) but it's not in my favor so I won't be cheating for the challenge.
2. I really like having a more accurate and precise reading. Old scale goes in half-pound increments; new scale goes in two-tenths of a pound.
3. I've been waiting to transition to a new scale, waiting to find a time when I wouldn't be mentally anguished by "giving up" a pound or two in exchange for more accuracy. I'm there now - going "up" to 216 doesn't bug me. Much.

I hope you've all had a good Father's Day. I've been thinking especially of Jacquie and her family today, and sending my warmest wishes to all of you.

Melting Before My Eyes

On the heels of the horrid stuck/vomiting episode on Wednesday, yesterday the Hubs and I finally caught the kids' stomach virus. By the end of the day I had a few saltines, a package of Cup O'Soup and a glass of flat Coke. My surgeon doesn't do the anti-nausea meds, apparently, but "prescribed" the Coke. Super.

The good news is, I weighed in this morning at 214.6. Yay for that. Feeling much better today, although not entirely back to normal.

Have a good weekend, everyone. I'm taking my little men to see Toy Story 3 this afternoon. I love me some Buzz Lightyear.

DISASTER

I am so embarrassed to even post this, after my rah-rah, I'm going to the gym posts, this morning and yesterday. I considered just slinking away for a few days till my next gym appointment on Friday, but decided to come clean.

I grabbed some tortilla chips and some American cheese on my way out the door to the gym, and had a **horrible** stuck and throwing up episode. As in, into a plastic bag while I drove, pulled over for more, finally got to the gym and went inside, only to turn around and get outside to do it alll over again in the car. And then again at home.

F-ing nightmare. All I said to the trainer was that I had gotten sick. I said I'd be back for my Friday appointment.

Last night I had a bad stuck episode (no vomiting) and I guess I was still swollen. Didn't take the all-liquids rule to heart today.

My throat has been on fire. Just sat down with some soup now. 24 more hours of liquids.

So no gym today. Mortifying.

PHOTOS!

I've got two pictures for you - one "during" shot and one "before" shot. Both taken on the same day.

Hmmm. Sounds like a case for Encyclopedia Brown, no?

This is my during weight loss photo. Please note my hair remains in a ponytail because I HATE doing my hair. If someone gave me money for a completely frivolous expenditure and forbade me from using it for anything useful to myself or others, I would totally have someone come to my house every morning and blow my hair out for me.

Here's me, 50 pounds down:

Can you believe how short my legs are? I mention it every time, I know. But it never ceases to amaze me. It's like God doesn't love me or something.

BUT! NSV: Those white pants are pants I bought in 2007 after my sister's wedding. I took them to be hemmed and by the time I picked them up from the tailor, I already couldn't wear them anymore. Yesterday, I put them on, and with thanks and praise to almighty Spanx, they fit.

And here's the before shot, of the aforementioned criminally awful upper arms:

I know, right? I know. The good news is, any improvement will be major. At noon I will have a heart-to-heart with my trainer and tell him that even though I *look* like a person who could use a whole-body makeover, what I really want to focus on is getting Michelle Obama arms.

Well, I Done Did It.

I made a gym appointment. Tomorrow, 12 noon. Haven't been there since late last summer. But my friend sent me some pictures from her wedding, and my upper arms should be outlawed. For serious.

In other news, the scale is inching back to where my ticker is, ever so slowly.

I Like to Think It's My Independent Spirit Shining Through (Also: Sushi Question)

The fact that I gained weight the first week of the challenge, I mean. I'd hate to go along with the crowd and lose a shitton of weight in a single week, so I ate like a heifer and here I am, two point five pounds heavier than last Sunday. You're welcome.

Actually, this morning the scale read 218, so I managed to shed half a pound overnight. Yee-haw. I got a new scale last week and its readings are very close to current (old) scale. But I'm keeping old scale at least through the end of this challenge so I'm consistent from week to week, and I'm using the old scale for my official Sunday weigh-in reports to Kristen.

We were away for the weekend, back to Delaware and Pennsylvania (it never seems to be anywhere glamorous like Southampton or Nantucket) for my aunt's 70th birthday party. Middle son got a stomach virus on Friday night so I left him home with the Hubs and took older son and baby. Baby threw up all over her pretty party dress 10 minutes before we arrived and then was miserable from, I assume, the same stomach bug that felled her brother. Oy.

So I ate party food on Thursday and Saturday, and then snacked on Jordan candied almonds on the lonnnggg drive home yesterday. Not great.

Today I am back to my "normal" routine, which I hope will translate to a downward trend on the scale. Also planning to spend more time commenting on blogs. The typing keeps my fingers busy, so I can't snack. ;)

On to the Sushi Question: When you eat it, do you cut it up? I can't imagine taking the whole thing in one bite with a band. Walk me through this, please...

The Scale Is Not My Friend

Last night's cocktail party went well, we had about 60 people - all new families to my kids' nursery school for next year, plus some board members and the school director. I swear, it felt like every mom in this town is an Amazon woman. And they wear really high heels. I was easily the shortest and outweighed every other woman in the joint by 60 pounds, minimum.

However, I didn't spend much time worrying about it. Everyone was friendly and mixed well; I think they were pretty happy to meet other parents. Wine never hurts either.

My mom was here, and that woman worked like crazy. So many people came up to me to say, "Wow, your mom is amazing." She totally is, I owe her a massage or something. At least a mani/pedi.

The scale is completely betraying me these days. I've been busy gardening and cleaning for the party all week and haven't had time to eat much so I don't know exactly what's going on. I'll keep drinking water and hope the scale starts sliding the right way soon.

I've been reading your blogs but for the most part haven't had a chance to comment. Doesn't mean I'm not keeping up with you, though. Have a great weekend, ladies. xoxo

The %^&%ing scale was up 3.5 pounds this morning. But I'm sure that's water weight. Well, maybe not all of it.

Anyway, onward and downward. I was so busy today planting flowers and getting things ready for Thursday's cocktail party that I didn't have time to graze or snack much.

My mom is coming tomorrow to help with party preparations and hang out with us till Saturday. It's especially nice to have her here since the Hubs isn't home till Thursday.

I had an artichoke (of course) for dinner with 1/2 cup of the leftover chicken salad. It got dry overnight so I had to add more Greek yogurt, and Nicole said the same thing happened to her. But with more yogurt it was really great. Lots of good flavor, and it went down easily.

Now I'm finishing my glass of wine and going to bed. Here's hoping my scale will be kinder tomorrow morning.

It's Monday

I don't have too much exciting to report: Snacked and grazed and snacked through yesterday, woke up during the night with that godawful ovulation pinch, had a better eating day today. I'm currently enjoying some chicken salad courtesy of Nicole's awesome recipe (I used chives instead of green onion; still delish).

Scale was up today, not stressing too much about it. Bought a ton of flowers to plant and got about half of the planting done, I'll finish tomorrow. The Hubs is traveling most of the week, my mom comes to visit on Wednesday. Preparations for the nursery school cocktail party are well under way. All I need is good weather and we're all set.

Thanks to all of you for your great comments and warm wishes on my 50-pound milestone. I've said it before and I'll say it again: All of you have given me so much support and advice on this journey, I would never have made it this far without you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

PS Should I be concerned that my 4-year-old is obsessed with Michael Jackson, the Village People and Lady Gaga?

Thoughts at 50 Down

Fifty pounds ago I had a lot of aches and pains. My feet hurt every time I stood up and I walked funny because I was so stiff. I snored a lot, sending my husband to the guest room more often than either of us liked. I was tired and irritable and depressed and despairing.

Today I feel like I'm on my way. Popping up from a sitting position is easier, moving is easier, I'm not nearly as tired as I was and my snoring is almost gone. I'm a lot more comfortable when I go out in public, and I feel better when I'm socializing. My spirit feels lighter now, and I'm looking forward to doing things with my kids this summer rather than dwelling on the things I can't do because of my weight. That's a great, great change.

I just did the math and I'm averaging a 1.7 pound loss every week. Not setting any records with my pace but I'm OK with slow and steady. I don't feel deprived, I don't feel like I'm making any big sacrifices. I eat, I'm satisfied, I'm losing weight.

I could probably use a tiny fill. I'm at 5.5 cc's in a 10cc band. 5.75 was too much, I had to have some taken out because I wasn't losing weight and was all kinds of uncomfortable. Wonder if my surgeon would do 5.6 cc's, just adding 0.1 cc's?

The Hot Summer Meltdown Challenge starts today, which will be a great motivator to keep my A-game through the summer.

I still need to exercise consistently and start weight training to firm up the flab. But I'm grateful for where I am; the road ahead doesn't look as long or as daunting as it did 50 pounds ago.