Yesterday was my eight month anniversary. I have lost 120 pounds. (Yes, I did it, I broke the 227 barrier!)
Last week for St. Pat's Day, I got lazy and did not cook the traditional Irish-American corned beef meal. Instead, I went to Marie Callender's and bought my husband the damn meal. I believe it worked out better.
Not because I didn't have to cook, but he got a huge portion of meat for the same price I would have cooked a shrunken slab. So he ate the potatoes, carrots and meat and I ate the soggy cabbage (MY FAVE) and a few shrapnel of beef. I got my meal anyway.
Yesterday, Hubby cooked a lamb dinner. He "marinaded" the roast in a basil-mint pesto over night and then served the meat with the cooked pesto. He also made herbed purple mashed potatoes with asiago and cream cheeses. YUM! I married an Iron Chef.
Disneyland is hosting a half-marathon (yeah, right, gonna do that) and a Family 5K. I am interested in doing the 5K. I figured, "what's three miles?" Right? Well, according to my friend, three miles is nothing to laugh at and even she would have a hard time completing the course (she walks up and down a steep hill every day for exercise and is an ex-softball player). Guess I could train for that.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Month eight - two-twennysomething
I keep bouncing around, I have no idea what I weigh. Sometimes it is 227, sometimes it is 229. Right now my goal is to get under 225 and stay far away from 230.
I went to the baby shower today. MAJOR SUCCESS! Oh yeah, happy couple with baby on the way....whatever! EVERYBODY was gawking at my weight loss. I got double-takes and jaws-dropping and people grabbing my hair. "OMG! You look FABULOUS! I love the short-hair! You have lost a lot of weight!" I just grin my stupid, goofy grin and thank them. I even surprised one of my SIL's and greeted her with a kiss and congratulated her on her bambino due in September. (She just happens to be the sister of the SIL that is being honored by this shower. The whole thing is incestuous if you ask me!) She was quite stunned at my friendly gesture. Oh well. I can't help it if they hate me. God don't like ugly, I will just let Him sort it out.
However, major foe-paw. If you are easily offended, please stop reading the green text! You may resume when the text is black again.
A little toot escaped from my derriere. I sniffed the air, thanking my stars it was non-lethal and then it hit me. BAD. My cousin turned and wrinkled her nose at me. Instead of blaming my 80-odd year old great aunt, I owned it. I leaned over and whispered to her that it is one of the nasty side effects of the surgery. She replied, "Next time, warn me." I am sure the other ladies sitting near me caught a whiff of the toxic fumes and I hope they blamed one of the six-year olds or Old Auntie. Sad.
Okay, those offended can commence reading....Those brave enough to proceed--STOP LAUGHING! lol
Now that I got that social function out of the way, I can worry about my other infinitesimal plights.
I went to the baby shower today. MAJOR SUCCESS! Oh yeah, happy couple with baby on the way....whatever! EVERYBODY was gawking at my weight loss. I got double-takes and jaws-dropping and people grabbing my hair. "OMG! You look FABULOUS! I love the short-hair! You have lost a lot of weight!" I just grin my stupid, goofy grin and thank them. I even surprised one of my SIL's and greeted her with a kiss and congratulated her on her bambino due in September. (She just happens to be the sister of the SIL that is being honored by this shower. The whole thing is incestuous if you ask me!) She was quite stunned at my friendly gesture. Oh well. I can't help it if they hate me. God don't like ugly, I will just let Him sort it out.
However, major foe-paw. If you are easily offended, please stop reading the green text! You may resume when the text is black again.
A little toot escaped from my derriere. I sniffed the air, thanking my stars it was non-lethal and then it hit me. BAD. My cousin turned and wrinkled her nose at me. Instead of blaming my 80-odd year old great aunt, I owned it. I leaned over and whispered to her that it is one of the nasty side effects of the surgery. She replied, "Next time, warn me." I am sure the other ladies sitting near me caught a whiff of the toxic fumes and I hope they blamed one of the six-year olds or Old Auntie. Sad.
Okay, those offended can commence reading....Those brave enough to proceed--STOP LAUGHING! lol
Now that I got that social function out of the way, I can worry about my other infinitesimal plights.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Month eight
One of my high school classmates is visiting from Oregon. I have mentioned her briefly in a previous post that she had WLS 10 years ago and had to have it repaired this past September.
She took her oldest son and her second oldest daughter and the daughter's boyfriend to Disneyland (she has six kids and I tease her that she has 20). I met them when the park opened and we had the best time!
The last time she (my classmate) saw me was at our 20 year high school reunion last August. When I approached her at the gate, she grabbed me and twirled me around, looking for the rest of me!
She is still recovering from her recent surgery, believe it or not. Christmas day, she had an abscess explode and drained about a liter of pus from her abdomen. She went into surgery (again!) the next day to clean her insides out and remove anymore scary stuff and sucked her would clean with a vacuum. She told me her current wound/incision finally closed up two days ago in Arizona (leg 3 of her vacay).
She and I discovered some of the best pulled BBQ pork in New Orleans Square . We split a lunch as neither one of us could finish a whole one. I ate the meat out of my half of the sandwich (because bread is a waste of space) and some fruit. I splurged and got meself a mint julep (Sorry, no alcohol) and ended up throwing it away. It was just GREEN sugar water to me. Blech. Besides, after eating all that yummy pork and fresh fruit, I had no more room for sticky Sug-ah wah-watah.
She took her oldest son and her second oldest daughter and the daughter's boyfriend to Disneyland (she has six kids and I tease her that she has 20). I met them when the park opened and we had the best time!
The last time she (my classmate) saw me was at our 20 year high school reunion last August. When I approached her at the gate, she grabbed me and twirled me around, looking for the rest of me!
She is still recovering from her recent surgery, believe it or not. Christmas day, she had an abscess explode and drained about a liter of pus from her abdomen. She went into surgery (again!) the next day to clean her insides out and remove anymore scary stuff and sucked her would clean with a vacuum. She told me her current wound/incision finally closed up two days ago in Arizona (leg 3 of her vacay).
She and I discovered some of the best pulled BBQ pork in New Orleans Square . We split a lunch as neither one of us could finish a whole one. I ate the meat out of my half of the sandwich (because bread is a waste of space) and some fruit. I splurged and got meself a mint julep (Sorry, no alcohol) and ended up throwing it away. It was just GREEN sugar water to me. Blech. Besides, after eating all that yummy pork and fresh fruit, I had no more room for sticky Sug-ah wah-watah.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
month eight - 229 DAMN those Girl Scouts!
I think about this blog and my readers all the time. It has been nine days since I last posted and so much has happened. I wanted to blog it all, but don't get the chance. It has been blogged in my brain, even with photos.
In the last week, I have lost and gained two pounds. I got down to 226.5 (that is 119.5 pounds gone), but the scary scale is screaming 229 at me today. Is it the Girl Scout cookies I have been sneaking in? I know, I know, I posted back in November that sugar is evil, however it still has a hold on me. Especially Peanut Butter Sandwich cookies and a glass of milk. I will eat three with the milk and then have to lie down to let the sugar dumping coma go away. Is it really worth the stupid ass cookie?!? Apparently not, I have two pounds to show for my endeavors.
And Hershey kisses. Little morsels of chocolate in controlled portions. But after six or seven, I might as well have eaten a damn chocolate bar.
It seems everything is revolved around food, candy or beer! We had Halloween (candy), Thanksgiving (turkey and mashed potatoes), Christmas (cookies and EVERYTHING else that goes along with it), and Valentine's Day (candy). We are facing St Patrick's Day (corned beef and cabbage and BEER) and Easter (ham and CANDY!). And don't think I am not going to eat my portion of greasy-ass corned beef brisket with soggy, greasy cabbage. Screw the Weight Watchers lighter recipe, I am going for the real deal. That meal gets cooked once a year (like Thanksgiving and Easter) and I am gonna enjoy it. But I am too chicken to drink the beer. I admit I have a sip every once and again, but I have yet to consume more than a tablespoons worth. That reminds me.....CINCO DE MAYO (cerveza!)!! Then there is Mother's Day (brunch) and Father's Day (BBQ). Fourth of July (more BBQ and more beer). And that is not including all the birthday parties (cake) and weddings (food and cake) and baby/bridal showers (cake) and other jubilees that get thrown our way.
I went to church on Sunday. Yes, I went in the building and it didn't crash around my ears. I wore a dress I haven't seen since the late 90's (Why do I hold onto this shit?) and got rave reviews. Even the other fat lady in church who is also currently losing weight had to stop and complement me. I don't know what she is doing to lose weight, but it is working--props to her. Oh, you wanna see a picture of my old out of date dress?
And this is the green dress I am wearing to the in-law baby shower next week. I hope I knock their socks off. I haven't seen them since Christmas.
And here are some before and after shots. I cannot believe I was as huge (and UNHAPPY!) as I was.
In the last week, I have lost and gained two pounds. I got down to 226.5 (that is 119.5 pounds gone), but the scary scale is screaming 229 at me today. Is it the Girl Scout cookies I have been sneaking in? I know, I know, I posted back in November that sugar is evil, however it still has a hold on me. Especially Peanut Butter Sandwich cookies and a glass of milk. I will eat three with the milk and then have to lie down to let the sugar dumping coma go away. Is it really worth the stupid ass cookie?!? Apparently not, I have two pounds to show for my endeavors.
And Hershey kisses. Little morsels of chocolate in controlled portions. But after six or seven, I might as well have eaten a damn chocolate bar.
It seems everything is revolved around food, candy or beer! We had Halloween (candy), Thanksgiving (turkey and mashed potatoes), Christmas (cookies and EVERYTHING else that goes along with it), and Valentine's Day (candy). We are facing St Patrick's Day (corned beef and cabbage and BEER) and Easter (ham and CANDY!). And don't think I am not going to eat my portion of greasy-ass corned beef brisket with soggy, greasy cabbage. Screw the Weight Watchers lighter recipe, I am going for the real deal. That meal gets cooked once a year (like Thanksgiving and Easter) and I am gonna enjoy it. But I am too chicken to drink the beer. I admit I have a sip every once and again, but I have yet to consume more than a tablespoons worth. That reminds me.....CINCO DE MAYO (cerveza!)!! Then there is Mother's Day (brunch) and Father's Day (BBQ). Fourth of July (more BBQ and more beer). And that is not including all the birthday parties (cake) and weddings (food and cake) and baby/bridal showers (cake) and other jubilees that get thrown our way.
I went to church on Sunday. Yes, I went in the building and it didn't crash around my ears. I wore a dress I haven't seen since the late 90's (Why do I hold onto this shit?) and got rave reviews. Even the other fat lady in church who is also currently losing weight had to stop and complement me. I don't know what she is doing to lose weight, but it is working--props to her. Oh, you wanna see a picture of my old out of date dress?
And this is the green dress I am wearing to the in-law baby shower next week. I hope I knock their socks off. I haven't seen them since Christmas.
And here are some before and after shots. I cannot believe I was as huge (and UNHAPPY!) as I was.
Last, but not least.....I AM TOO SMALL FOR CATHERINE'S! Catherine's is a chain of LARGE SIZE clothing for women. I went in to see if they had anything cute and everything was too big. Darn it. LMAO. Buh-Bye Catherine, Hello MACYS!
Sunday, March 2, 2008
month eight - 229.5
I will take a 1/2 pound.
I went shopping for a Easter dress for me little girl. I decided to look at dresses for myself, too. I could use an Easter dress and I am going to a family baby shower in two weeks that I could use a new dress. It has been awhile since I have bought myself a nice dress. And not one of those polyester tents in the WOMEN'S department in WalMart.
So I am trying on 2X in womens(?) and everything is a wee bit snug. Oh, well. So I start looking in the bigger sizes (misses?) and find a couple of dresses I like. I found a purple number in a Size 20 that is snug in the belly/butt, nothing a shapewear won't fix. I have always had a hard time in slimline dresses. Fit and Flare for me. And then I saw it..... A green polka-dot sun dress, ala 50's. I tried a size 20. TOO BIG. An 18, big. A 16, little loose. And finally tried a 14. YES! A 14! From a size 32/30/28 (whatever I could squeeze my fat butt into) down to a size 14 dress. Granted, it has a fitted bodice and flare skirt, but I can't wait to see my fat sisters-in-law and their eyeballs pop out! Chew on THAT!
(picture to come.....I promise!)
I went shopping for a Easter dress for me little girl. I decided to look at dresses for myself, too. I could use an Easter dress and I am going to a family baby shower in two weeks that I could use a new dress. It has been awhile since I have bought myself a nice dress. And not one of those polyester tents in the WOMEN'S department in WalMart.
So I am trying on 2X in womens(?) and everything is a wee bit snug. Oh, well. So I start looking in the bigger sizes (misses?) and find a couple of dresses I like. I found a purple number in a Size 20 that is snug in the belly/butt, nothing a shapewear won't fix. I have always had a hard time in slimline dresses. Fit and Flare for me. And then I saw it..... A green polka-dot sun dress, ala 50's. I tried a size 20. TOO BIG. An 18, big. A 16, little loose. And finally tried a 14. YES! A 14! From a size 32/30/28 (whatever I could squeeze my fat butt into) down to a size 14 dress. Granted, it has a fitted bodice and flare skirt, but I can't wait to see my fat sisters-in-law and their eyeballs pop out! Chew on THAT!
(picture to come.....I promise!)
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