Month: August 2014

Wednesday Weigh-In

As most of you may already know because I ran to the tallest hilltop in all of the land and shouted to all that would listen below posted it on Facebook.

I finally broke through my plateau this morning.


I might have treated myself with a tiny scoop of moose tracks ice cream.

Gimme a break, they were giving out FREE ice cream for CHARITY.

Come on.  Who passes that up?

Today has been a pretty terrific day.  Not only did I finally get out of the 230’s, but I also had my highest mileage to date.


The last two miles of that was my run this evening.

At 9PM.

On extremely tired legs.

The term tired doesn’t even begin to cover it.  My legs feel like they’re not even attached to my body anymore.  I feel like I should just be picking them up and moving them to where I want them to be.

It absolutely blows my mind that I’ve lost 150 pounds.  It just doesn’t seem like that could be possible.  It feels like that whole life belonged to someone else.  I had quite a reflective run this evening and I plan on sharing it once Cliff leaves for Dallas and I have free time that I physically cannot spent with him, no matter how much I want to.

But for now, I’m going to close my eyes and revel in my happiness of making that scale my bitch.

Travel Tip Tuesday

{This is going to be the shortest post ever.  Electing to be the project manager for our group project in class is taking up quite a bit of my time.}

I’m amazed at how many people weren’t aware of renting apartments/condos/houses on vacation.

So my tip today is for anyone going on vacation for more than 3-5 days.

For the love of Pete,  check (Vacation Rental by Owner) before paying through the nose for a hotel room.

Check out my series about our trip to Seattle to find out more about our most recent experience with renting an apartment versus staying in a hotel.  Not only is it more economical (most of the time) it’s also FAR more comfortable.

Tomorrow is the big day.  Fingers and toes crossed!

Almost there…

I know that I shouldn’t even say (type?) this out loud, but I can’t take it anymore.

I think I’m over my plateau.


I saw 228ish yesterday and I was still 229 this morning.  Normally I try not to weigh every day, but lately I haven’t been able to help myself.  In an odd turn of events, it seems to be helping.   I’ve watched the scale with bated breath each morning, crossing my fingers that 22-something will pop up (and stay there!)

I truly think Wednesday will be that day.


With that being said, allow me to share my utter frustration with you on how I got to this point.

For six weeks I have worked harder than I’ve ever worked (so far) on this weight loss journey.   I joined the gym down the street from work and started going each day at lunch.  I logged every single calorie.  I stayed away from all restaurants for four of the six weeks.

I even had fruit for snacks.

Fruit…not, like fruit bars, actual fruit.

Nothing worked.  The harder I tried, the higher the number crept.

I could tell a difference in my clothes and my measurements did go down, so I was able to keep my sanity.  However, the number on that scale can really mess with a person.  I knew that I had to stop getting on it every day and that I couldn’t obsess over it all the time, but I just didn’t know how to stop.

Last week Cliff realized that we would have to put an early end to our no restaurant challenge due to a business trip to Dallas next week.  He is not going to have access to a kitchen, so it would next to impossible to make it the whole week without going out to eat.  We did make it 20 days (our longest is 34 days) so I wasn’t too upset about it.  I’m sure we’ll shoot for 60 days again once he gets back.  Since we called it quits, we decided to try Havana Rumba, a Cuban restaurant that is consistently rated in the top 5 places to eat in the city.  Neither of us had ever had Cuban food, so we were really excited.

I had a hair appointment that afternoon, so I asked my stylist to add a little pizazz (which, for me, just equates to a few curls).  When I got home I decided to test drive the dress that I got for graduation just to make sure it would be comfortable.  Once it was all assembled, I have to admit that I was really pleased with what I saw.


At that moment I decided that whatever I was doing was working.  I felt great, my body was changing – even if the scale wasn’t, and there was no way I was going to stop doing what I was doing, so it really didn’t matter what the scale said.

So that meant a night of delicious food and drunken debauchery!

Ok, ok.  I only had one mojito, but it was STRONG!

For the first time in a long time, I went out to eat, ordered what I wanted, and didn’t sweat the scale.  I had an amazing time just enjoying the new experience with my partner in crime and knew I would pick right back up the next morning.

I even got an ice cream cone from McDonald’s on the way home.

It was awesome.

So, just to see how much “damage” I had done, I stepped on the scale Sunday morning.

I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry.

There it was…

22-something (228.6 to be exact) staring back at me.


All those weeks of hard work and dedication and it’s Fricase de Pollo, Spinach Empanadas, and fried plantains that finally pushed me through the wall?


Isn’t that shitty?

I decided to jump up and down and scream for joy laugh instead of cry and just hope that it holds out until Wednesday so it can be official.

Obviously, I’m not advocating going out and gorging on delicious food if you hit a plateau.  However, I do think it’s important to step back and focus on something other than the number on the scale.  I knew that I was doing all the right things (and more importantly, was going to keep doing the right things).  I also knew that one night of fun was not going to ruin all my progress.   I know that weight loss gurus tell us not to reward ourselves with food…but I hate that rule.  I’m more of a fan of the 80/20 rule, except I feel like 95/5 is more my speed (at least until I get the bulk of the weight off).

My ultimate goal is to be healthy and happy and I, personally, can’t do that if I’m living off rice patties and kale 24/7.

The bottom line is that I still made good better decisions at the restaurant and I was able to thoroughly enjoy a new (and amazing!) dining experience with my husband without spending the entire night obsessing about what the scale would say the next day.

I promise not to step on the scale anymore until Wednesday.