Fail.

Welp, after getting to 234.4 on Saturday morning, I promptly undid my progress by doing the following:

- eating at Ruths Chris and not making healthy choices because, dammit, I had never been to Ruths Chris and I wanted to eat ALL THE THINGS. It was good, but in retrospect, it wasn't THAT good.

- late night coffee from Starbucks after sitting in traffic for 1.5 hours right outside of Philadelphia. I was exhausted and hungry, so I got coffee. Derp?

- Demolishing leftover pizza once I finally got home. Around midnight.

- Using not feeling well on Sunday (probably due to the crap food I ate on Saturday, not to mention the glass of wine I had) as an excuse to consume handfuls of Cheez-Its.

The scale was back up to 238 Monday morning, and after consuming mass quantities of water yesterday, down to 236.6 this morning. I need to get it down to 235.8 to win my DietBet, and I am kicking myself because I was THERE. And I blew it.

At least I looked/felt cute on Saturday?



Fall down, get back up. What does the glorious Jinkx Monsoon say?



Love her.

On 25 pounds lost.

So, I am officially down 25 pounds since I seriously committed to losing weight seriously in January, and down 40 from my highest weight ever.

The following is a list in no particular order of things that I have noticed since losing weight:

• I don't feel like I'm going to die when I climb a flight of stairs.
• My butt fits better in seats at theatres, or chairs with arms (though still not as well as I'd like).
• My double chin is shrinking.
• My gut is shrinking.
• I don't have as much knee pain as I had before (though I still use a brace for extra support while exercising).
• Veggies are freaking tasty when prepared right.
• There is a lot of really delicious stuff that won't throw my diet completely off track (hello self-serve frozen yogurt, my good friend).
• I sleep better after exercising.
• My skin has slightly improved.
• My clothes are much more comfortable now that they aren't DIGGING INTO MY FREAKING FLESH.
• My parents are really proud of me.
• I feel more attractive (this is not to say that thin = attractive. It's just how I FEEL, and I am most certainly not thin.)
• I'm learning how to stop when I'm satisfied, and not when I feel like I want to be rolled out of a restaurant in case my stomach decides to explode.
• I get a huge thrill when I get to update my /r/loseit flair.

I like all these things. I think I'll keep going.

Cake in the breakroom and dogs.

Dear Coworkers,

NOT COOL.*

No love,

Me

This weekend was full of dogs and good food. The boyfriend and I did a rescue transport for this guy, who looooooooooooved my man. He's a dog whisperer, that one.

Yessssssssssss, scratch my butt, human.

I also made pulled pork BBQ in my crockpot, which turned out awesome, and ate the crap out of some delicious banana bread french toast from my brother's restaurant. And? I lost 0.6 pounds since Friday. It's all about moderation, kids.

**I have successfully resisted the cake thus far today.

Flail (in more ways than one).

I'm not a runner, have never been a runner, and cannot fathom ever wanting to run 26.2 miles for FUN.

HOWEVER.

Marathon runners = bad-ass people who someone just pissed off royally. I hope they catch the coward that did this and give them about a 20 second head start, then set a pack of marathon runners after them, all Hunger Games style. Or, you know, prosecute them to the full extent of the law.

Thinking about Boston and my runner friends (I only really know one, Mama Bear Blogs).

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All that being said, I realized last night after my Zumba Sentao class that when you exercise consistently, IT GETS EASIER OVER TIME.

In the words of a certain Albacorian blogger: who knew?!?!

A knee brace also helped me feel more confident in trying a move I hadn't been able to do before, and I was able to do it full-out rather than flail around like Kermit the Frog.

Ow.

I broke my dog the other day. We ended up walking about 2 miles, and while I watched her closely to make sure she was okay, a few hours after we got home, she was limping. She seems fine now, but I definitely pushed her.

Hell, I pushed myself. A two-mile walk plus waiting tables for five hours yesterday at my brother's restaurant = hurty shins. My man says they are shin splints, which is entirely possible, considering that three months ago, I was completely sedentary and weighed about 20 pounds more.

Anyway, I did something physically active for six days in a row. This is absolutely unheard of for me. But yay?

I'm gonna poop here, then you're gonna pick it up.

I bought unsweetened vanilla almond milk (how can it be unsweetened AND vanilla??) today, and if it sucks, I'm blaming you, healthy living bloggers.

Cravings.

I really really want some freaking pizza.

So I'm going to have some.

After I take the dog for a walk.

She'd rather lay on the clean bed I just made.

It's all about balance, right?

WOOT.

Despite a shitastic weekend of eating (seriously, PMS SUCKS), I weighed myself this morning.

239.4

Goodbye, 240's, hello 230's! I hope our time together is brief on my way to the 220's.

Go read this.

What business is it of yours if they gained five pounds, lost ten, ate a snack at 9pm?
Why do you care?
What makes you feel that level of entitlement? What makes you feel like it's yours to comment on? Shut up. I'm serious. SHUT. UP.

Stop what you're doing and go read this RIGHT NOW.

I want to give this person the highest of fives right now.

Drive-by posting.

I'm just going to make this short and sweet.

Yesterday I had a shitty afternoon. I went to the dentist for the first time in five years (shut up, I know, but I didn't have insurance) and got some bad-ish news, though it could have been worse. My man was also dealing with some stuff, and the way that I am, I want to fix all the things and make everything better and be a superhero.

I WILL FIX EVERYTHING!

(Source)

Anyway, long story short, the stress was getting to me, I was getting upset, and I was desperately tempted to binge. I wanted to bury my feelings beneath a mountain of food and self-loathing.

(Source)

But I didn't. It one of the hardest things I have done recently, and I came up with a million excuses on my drive home as to why it would be no big deal to stop and pick up a pizza, or buy that big bag of Cadbury mini-eggs instead of the single-serving bag, or to get myself a burger or something. But I stopped myself, went home, told my man that stress was making me want to binge. He gave me a huge hug and comforted me, we ate our respective dinners together, then I busted my ass in water aerobics.

This morning?

240.6. Down half a pound from yesterday. The weight-loss goddesses decided to reward me. I'll take it.

I did it!

It's official:

Woohoo! I lost 10 pounds in the month of March. We're doing another month of it, and I am definitely in.

Additionally, I get to donate to my local animal shelter, which makes me so, so happy.

Here's last month vs. this month:

 

I don't personally see a difference, but maybe as my weight gets lower, it'll become more apparent.

I'll probably start taking full body shots every month. Why the hell not?

A bullet pointed list.

• I put on a pair of jeans this morning that were previously super tight/uncomfortable. They are now loose.
• I made goal on Beth's Journey Diet Bet! I lost about 10 pounds in one month, woot. Started at 252.0, weighed in this morning at 241.2!
  
  
  Getting there... still have a long way to go.
  
  
• I actually LOST weight over this holiday weekend.
• I made an amazing Copy Cat Honey Baked Ham yesterday and the leftovers on top of a salad are freaking ridiculously delicious. I made this ham at Christmas, and will make it every ham-appropriate holiday ever from now on.
  
  
  (Source)
• I am completely and utterly in love with water aerobics. I feel light and graceful in the water. Like the Little Mermaid or something.
  
  
• My dog is cute as shit.

Don't worry, she got a pig ear and a taste of ham for the humiliation.

• This is my submission for my work's March Mustache Madness contest.