Category: Weight Watchers

The Countdown Has Begun

Enjoy it while you can, Robbie.  Your days are numbered.  Now that easter has come and gone it’s time to stop screwing around.  It’s time to get your exceptionally fat ass back onto that ol’ bandwagon.

It’s time to go back to weight watchers.

I tried getting back into it in January, but by the end of the month the weather had gotten so bad that the seasonal depression took over completely.  Then through March, even if we wanted to go we couldn’t because there was too much stuff going on and too much snow to want to do anything but sit at home and mope.

We’re into April now, and 90% of the snow is gone.  The weather is warming up.  The winter jackets have not been put away yet, but they also haven’t been needed for the last week or so.  The world actually is turning us away from winter (unless mother nature is just dicking with us) and things are starting to come back to life.

That means speedo season* is coming and it’s time to start fixing that damn weight issue again.  Think thin, babie!  Think thin!

I have until Saturday to finish eating all of those Cadbury mini eggs I stocked up on over the last few weeks.  Once the weekend arrives, it’s nothing but quinoa, broccoli, chicken breast, and fish in our house.  There is talk of a late summer/early fall trip to California.  I need to be svelte by then!

Think Thin!!!

The wagon rolls out starting on Saturday and my largess will be sitting right on it!  Let’s do this!

*no… I am not going to wear a speedo.  I was trying to be funny, not scare the shit out of everyone.  I’m sorry if my half baked humor was lost on anyone.  I am aware that me putting on a speedo would result in oceans of vomit from all around me.  I’m just trying to lose some weight, not start a panic.  I would never gross ya’ll out like that.  You are safe, I promise.

The Moment of Truth is Upon Me (gulp)

Okay… it’s Saturday morning. I’m awake. I’m dressed. I’m ready to go weigh in.

Let’s just hope that if I’ve gained weight over the last five weeks I haven’t gained much. I don’t mind having to re-cover a little bit of ground. I just don’t want to have to re-cover a lot. Know what I mean?

Fingers crossed. Seeing as I’m such a content whore, I’ll probably be posting again within the next hour. Hoping for, if not good, not too terribly bad news.

I am Going to Weigh In Tomorrow

It’s been a long time since I’ve gone to a weight watchers meeting and weighed in.  It’s been over a month now.  The last weigh in was on December 13th.

Tomorrow will mark week number 20. I’ll admit it, I’m nervous. I’m afraid that in the two weeks that I was off the wagon I did so much damage that all of the progress I made leading up to that wonderful 37.6 number will have been erased, and two weeks of being better but not great will not have shown any results.

It’s not about numbers. I keep saying that, and I honestly believe it. It’s just that the meaningless number I saw on December 13th was a really good meaningless number. I don’t want that meaningless number to be lower tomorrow.

It’ll be okay. Even if the number is down to zero, it will be okay. I will lose weight. I will be healthier. I will reduce my risk of having a heart attack. The number isn’t important. How I feel is important.

Sick

Well isn’t this a fine how do you do?

Yesterday my wife worked from home because she wasn’t feeling well. She went to bed really early and was feeling a little better this morning. Unfortunately, my step son woke up with a head cold and a low fever. He’s staying home from school and he’s asleep in his room as I type this. Today is my telecommuting day so it worked out well. Unfortunately again, now I am coughing and my nose is running.

Oh.

Good.

At least I spent 10 minutes on the treadmill. I got that done at least. Also, no cheating last night. Dinner was big, but everything else was small. A decent weight watchers day at least.

Cheated… Again

Well at least the temptation is gone. There are no more of those cookie sandwich things in the house. I had another one last night. That’s it. Done. I didn’t use the treadmill though. I’m more upset with myself over that then the two junk food incidents.

On the upside, I didn’t leave the house until about 7:45 this morning and I punched in at 9:02. Only two minutes late. There were a couple of extra traffic tie ups today too. I should have made it on time.

I should probably not wait that long before I leave, but I was trying to finish a vocal take on a new recording of an old song. I’ve got two finished and ready to mix, and I have the software tracks for two others finished. It’s not February yet, so I am not doing any new music. Just new demos of old songs. I should have a couple of mixes to share by the end of the week.

Cheater

I was good yesterday. Almost.

Good breakfast, good lunch, no between meal snacking until after dinner. Dinner itself was bigger than it should have been, but not the end of the world. There were peanuts, of course, but I didn’t over do it.

So what’s the problem? The snack that came after dinner but before the peanuts. A chocolate chip cookie sandwich with about a two inch thick vanilla frosting filling, that’s was the problem. I cheated. I was bad.

It’s not the end of the world. It could have been worse. I didn’t fall off the wagon or anything, I just had a moment of weakness. Big deal. I’ll survive. I’ll recover. I won’t say that I won’t do it again, but I will say that I won’t do it often. Frequent junk food is one of the reasons I’m in this mess in the first place, I’m not going back to that.

I cheated, but it’s okay. I just won’t cheat again for a while.

Weight Loss Weekend Wrap Up

Okay, I know you’re all wondering how I did on the weight loss front this weekend.

My answer?

Eh.

I did way too much snacking, but all of it was approved stuff.  So choices were good, but portion sizes (and frequency) were not.  My breakfasts and lunch were either minuscule or non-existent.  Hence the snack frequency.  Dinners though… not good.  Bad choices and huge portions.  Not terrible choices, just not that good.  We actually got take out from a real restaurant last night, and take out from a better-than-fast-food-but-not-by-much place on Saturday.  Saturday at least my portion size was pretty small.  It’s just that the side dish was tortilla chips and my portion size there was too big.

All in all… eh.

I didn’t weigh in on Saturday and I didn’t want to throw off my normal schedule (which I haven’t actually been on in almost a month) so my first post-holiday weigh in will be this coming Saturday.  Hopefully two weeks of not being dumb will make up for the two holiday weeks where I was dumb and I’ll be right around where I was before Christmas.

Oh yeah, almost forgot.  I spent 10 minutes on the treadmill last night.  10 minutes might seem like a waste of time, being as it’s so short a walk, but for me it’s absolutely epic.  If I can do that every night this week it will be huge.

Form good habits, Robert.  Eat right and use that damn treadmill!