After ten weeks of working on a healthier Joy, my first mini-goal was met. I made it to the 40 pound mark (43 pounds to be precise). I remember thinking back to my first week and how badly I wanted food. I said to myself and many friends, "When I hit the 40 pound mark, I'm going to pig out on the world's largest sandwich!" However, after the hard work and change of attitude, that didn't happen. The thought of grease makes my teeth nervous and makes my stomach literally turn inside out (this has been scientifically proven). I did enjoy a small meal with some close friends but that was the end of it.
At my last doctor visit I was given a little piece of paper with my weeks numbers on it. I only have 30 more pounds to go and I am at the weight they doctors want me at. The funny thing is, I will be 4 pounds LIGHTER than the day I met Mitch (and I looked good when I met him). My goal is to knock off the next 25 pounds by Thanksgiving, which I believe is 8 weeks away. It is do-able.
I still have a "food fit" every now and then, mainly if I am home alone and bored. The nights I visit with friends and work on big projects that don't involve cleaning, I do great. If I have a night alone and bored, no good comes from that. I have to stay focused on staying busy. With the fall season arriving, it is dark out by 730pm. That is a long cry from the summer days of it being light out at 9pm. My mind thinks-when it is dark out, I should be home. Then I go home ... and quickly get bored. I need a project!
On the anatomy and physiology side of things. My body aches in pain on a daily basis. All of my bones and joins are having to re-adjust themselves to my new body shape. Being chubby was far less painful. Also, I had something unexpected happen to me. Many of you won't care to read this and if you are a man reading this, I would advise you that the following statement might be something you can't handle. With that said.... my body ovulated for the 1st time in my life!!!! It was so weird! Normally, I don't have my periods and if I do, they are induced and happen so quickly, I never really had a ovulation window. However, approximately 14 days ago...I noticed something. As I finished going pee, I said, "What the F*#$& is that?" In fact, I thought it was gross. Then, a light bulb came on. Off to the laptop I went - www.Google.com - and I Google'd. By golly, it's a sign. I didn't really read too much, but I got the gist of it.
The week following my little discovery, my girls hurt so bad! The 1st day I noticed them sore, I thought, could I have slept on them wrong? Do they hurt cuz they are shrinking to? I asked a few friends and they said the same thing. "maybe your are preggo!" Well, I'm not. But a few other friends said, "That happens when you are ovulating or right after". Interesting enough, it was right after.
14 days after my light bulb...one week after my sore boobs, I got my period.
Throughout the past years as I suffered from Period Envy, numbers like 14 and 15 and 28 bugged me. All of those numbers were often discussed about periods, ovulating, babies, etc. They didn't mean anything to me. Not now! Now, for the 1st time ever, I had a real cycle! I'm not sure if it will happen next month or not. But it hasn't happened in years. Even in high school, I would go three months and not have one. My point is....it is a baby step (no pun intended). Maybe Baby Henry is around the corner?? Maybe my stork got tied up in customs trying to enter the US. Maybe my stork got pulled over in Arizona and didn't have the right papers on her? Maybe my stork flys as slow as my mom drives? Maybe my stork has been too busy having babies of her own to worry about the women in this world patiently waiting - that bitch!
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
New Jeans and a BIG Uh-Oh !
Well, I haven't blogged in a while and truthfully, it's because there hasn't been a lot going on ... until this weekend. This past weekend I traveled to South Dakota for a wedding. While there, I was overly annoyed at the fact that my jeans continued to fall off. When I walk-they fall off. When I sit-they shift down. It was irritating!
On Saturday, I went to the mall and stepped into Old Navy. I am a BIG Old Navy fan! Great clothes and even greater prices! I grabbed some size 14 jeans (two sizes smaller than what I was used to) and I grabbed some size 16's (just in case I was a little over eager). I slid on the 14's with complete ease. There was no reason to spray my legs down with Crisco or to lay down in the dressing room. Up they went! As I looked down at the zipper, I thought "here goes nothing." The next thing I knew, they were on, zipped, and buttoned. I turned around examining every inch of my waist, butt and thighs in the jeans. They looked good. The perfect ratio of good tight-clean fit but not so tight someone could count the cellulite spots in my ass.
So I threw two pairs in my arms and checked out. Honestly-who needs to continue to try on jeans - if now these fit? So I picked out two colors I liked and hit the road. What was I thinking? It has been so long since I bought jeans, I totally forgot that every jean is different. Buying jeans is like going into a coffee house. I wanted to order a plain coffee ... but ended up buying the venti-carmel-non-fat-macchiato-with whip cream and sprinkles. In jeans terms: size 14, light stone wash, low rise,with a flare leg. Oops! When I tried on these jeans when I got home, I realized I belong in a Starbucks ... perched on the ledge next to the muffins....because the only think a LOW RISE jeans cooks up on a chubby person is a VENTI MUFFIN TOP!! Although they are comfy and fit everywhere else, this pair will only be paired with large sweatshirts and long jackets. Next time, I'll pay closer attention.
Here is a question for my readers: what happens to a person who decides to eat a meal, have two glasses of wine, and a few MnM's ... after eight weeks of eating nothing? I will spare you the gross details, but it is a mirrored reflection of one's 21st birthday! That's right. I did decide to nibble on the meal at the wedding. I did good. I didn't over eat anything. I did manage to eat my entire scoop of potatoes (don't judge me-I was set up. They were the cheesy hashbrowns with cornflakes on top-NOBODY could refuse those!). But the point is: I ate food...then I paid for it!!! We were home by 1015pm that night and by 11pm ... I wrapped my arms around the chilled toilet and paid the price. Booze+Carbs+grease+sugar = BLAHHHHGGGHH
I look forward to going to class this week and telling my dietitian this story. She will not have sympathy for me at all. She may laugh and she will tell me I did it to myself. Then she will secretly hope that my week is low numbers or even a pound gained...which she explains is the best way to learn this lesson. Oh Boy-Thursday is going to be here waaayyyy too soon! I'm going to be in soo much trouble! But I do love my new jeans! I do love being able to cross my legs without any awkward leaning or stumbling ... so there is no wedding cake, sugar cookie, or deliciously fried food that will stop me from continuing this fight.
On Saturday, I went to the mall and stepped into Old Navy. I am a BIG Old Navy fan! Great clothes and even greater prices! I grabbed some size 14 jeans (two sizes smaller than what I was used to) and I grabbed some size 16's (just in case I was a little over eager). I slid on the 14's with complete ease. There was no reason to spray my legs down with Crisco or to lay down in the dressing room. Up they went! As I looked down at the zipper, I thought "here goes nothing." The next thing I knew, they were on, zipped, and buttoned. I turned around examining every inch of my waist, butt and thighs in the jeans. They looked good. The perfect ratio of good tight-clean fit but not so tight someone could count the cellulite spots in my ass.
So I threw two pairs in my arms and checked out. Honestly-who needs to continue to try on jeans - if now these fit? So I picked out two colors I liked and hit the road. What was I thinking? It has been so long since I bought jeans, I totally forgot that every jean is different. Buying jeans is like going into a coffee house. I wanted to order a plain coffee ... but ended up buying the venti-carmel-non-fat-macchiato-with whip cream and sprinkles. In jeans terms: size 14, light stone wash, low rise,with a flare leg. Oops! When I tried on these jeans when I got home, I realized I belong in a Starbucks ... perched on the ledge next to the muffins....because the only think a LOW RISE jeans cooks up on a chubby person is a VENTI MUFFIN TOP!! Although they are comfy and fit everywhere else, this pair will only be paired with large sweatshirts and long jackets. Next time, I'll pay closer attention.
Here is a question for my readers: what happens to a person who decides to eat a meal, have two glasses of wine, and a few MnM's ... after eight weeks of eating nothing? I will spare you the gross details, but it is a mirrored reflection of one's 21st birthday! That's right. I did decide to nibble on the meal at the wedding. I did good. I didn't over eat anything. I did manage to eat my entire scoop of potatoes (don't judge me-I was set up. They were the cheesy hashbrowns with cornflakes on top-NOBODY could refuse those!). But the point is: I ate food...then I paid for it!!! We were home by 1015pm that night and by 11pm ... I wrapped my arms around the chilled toilet and paid the price. Booze+Carbs+grease+sugar = BLAHHHHGGGHH
I look forward to going to class this week and telling my dietitian this story. She will not have sympathy for me at all. She may laugh and she will tell me I did it to myself. Then she will secretly hope that my week is low numbers or even a pound gained...which she explains is the best way to learn this lesson. Oh Boy-Thursday is going to be here waaayyyy too soon! I'm going to be in soo much trouble! But I do love my new jeans! I do love being able to cross my legs without any awkward leaning or stumbling ... so there is no wedding cake, sugar cookie, or deliciously fried food that will stop me from continuing this fight.
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