So hungry. So very hungry. I've had 6oz of yogurt, a cup of Trader Joe's O's and 3 strawberries...and I did 40 minutes of cardio already...at some point I have to squeeze in 35 more. How is it that the kid eats whatever she wants and remains a total pip-squeak without an ounce of fat on her body? Now, tell me this...how does hog dog man get away with burgers, fries, dessert (every night) and peanut butter and still look like he did in college? Grazers...that's how. I never really thought about it before, but both of them....they do nothing but pick at their food and eat all day long...every waking hour. Maybe that's the trick?
Currently, just in the last half hour, she has eaten a pickle, tuna salad (no bread), a chocolate pudding cup and is up looking for something else. Granted, she swam laps for 45 minutes this morning so she's hungry but honestly, I bet she'll be heading to the snack shelf momentarily. Nope I was wrong...she's in the fridge getting a baby cucumber. "Where are you going?" "I'm going to the bathroom." "No you're not eating in the bathroom." "Why not?" "Because it's gross that's why, food doesn't belong in the bathroom." "I'm done then." Cucumber suffers blow from counter top. Kid goes to the bathroom, slamming door echos through house. She's back at the table, eating the cucumber, shoves it all in and gets up for the next activity while she's still chewing.
Enter dinnertime at our house...the kid won't sit still long enough to take two bites and she's up to go get something, comes back, takes three bites. Now she needs to show us her picture that she made three days ago, comes back, takes another bite, now she's up playing with the cat...you get the picture. She works all the calories off before she takes the next bite. It's been this way since day one, she wouldn't even finish a bottle in one sitting. Bad mommy? Couldn't ever teach her proper table manners? I swear, we've tried everything. Really...now it is the "if you get up during dinner that is telling me that you are done." That seems to work, except an hour later, guess who's hungry? Usually that means, have a piece of cheese and you're off to bed.
As for HDM...Before dinner starts, he'll have a little "snack" maybe a piece of cheese and some crackers. After dinner it's some honey roasted peanuts while he makes his lunch (yes, he makes his own lunch, not that I haven't tried to take this on, he's totally OCD and cannot relinquish the power). After that, he sits down in front of the TV with a glass of milk and cookies, a brownie, some ice cream or some other sweet treat. This is the guy that plans his dinner around what he wants for dessert. Literally, he looks at the dessert menu before looking at the dinner menu. And we wonder how the pounds landed on my ass?
Friday, August 3, 2007
Thursday, August 2, 2007
The Goal
Talking about my goals, no, actually writing them down will help me make it happen. I have always thought about losing the weight. Even tried to do it a few times. At one point accepted that this was who I was and then promptly threw up. So now...here I am, the non-technical person on a blog. Spilling personal stuff and publishing it on the internet. Go figure. Most of the time, I think that names will be changed to protect the innocent. Unless you really piss me off.
I was always a thin person, never stick skinny (except for that brief period after a devastating break up and before the pole dancing career choice - but that's another story). I consider myself on the short side, although 5'6" is average height. So I pretty much was able to maintain about 120lbs. Then baby came along, divorce, illness, remarriage and a few years later...I weigh 2lbs more than the day I delivered her. Nice.
About a year ago, I weighed myself at Costco because I didn't own a scale. I was shocked when it said I was 182lbs. All my friends said, "No way," and, "you hide it really well," but these people didn't know me when I was hot with a capitol "H". A few even said, "I wish I looked as good as you do." Which made me feel a little better, but still quite disgusted with myself.
My husband doesn't make it easy either. He's tall, thin, and athletic, can pretty much eat whatever he wants, but primarily sticks to hot dogs, burgers, plain pasta - like with Ragu no chunks, a few vegetables and Caesar salads. I swear, he eats like a toddler. And he married an Italian girl that loves to cook! Most men would be thrilled with it, but he'd rather go out. We have a handful of acceptable restaurants (in a town with 100's) Chipotle, Chili's, Panda Express, Wendy's and a great Mexican place down the street. Anything that diverts from those and he can't find anything to eat. So with a few years of eating out at least 3 times a week, the weight creeped on. Not that I'm blaming him, I totally blame myself.
I compensated not being able to fit into cute clothes by overloading my kid with more clothing than her closet can hold. She is one well-dressed skinny kid! She looks great in everything she puts on. When was the last time I tossed on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt without struggling to pull them over my hips? 1998 that's when.
I suppose that brings you all up to date. I did end up losing a few pounds from that scary day at Costco, down to 174, not exactly sure how I did it. Mostly not eating and drinking coffee. So that was where I was a week ago...oh, you thought there wasn't going to be a happy ending? Not a chance, I started on the Celebrity Fit Club guy's (Dr. Ian) diet, Extreme Fat Smash Diet. Today is actually Day 1, Cycle 2. and as of weigh in this morning (so 7 days into it) I'm at 168. So that works for me.
I was always a thin person, never stick skinny (except for that brief period after a devastating break up and before the pole dancing career choice - but that's another story). I consider myself on the short side, although 5'6" is average height. So I pretty much was able to maintain about 120lbs. Then baby came along, divorce, illness, remarriage and a few years later...I weigh 2lbs more than the day I delivered her. Nice.
About a year ago, I weighed myself at Costco because I didn't own a scale. I was shocked when it said I was 182lbs. All my friends said, "No way," and, "you hide it really well," but these people didn't know me when I was hot with a capitol "H". A few even said, "I wish I looked as good as you do." Which made me feel a little better, but still quite disgusted with myself.
My husband doesn't make it easy either. He's tall, thin, and athletic, can pretty much eat whatever he wants, but primarily sticks to hot dogs, burgers, plain pasta - like with Ragu no chunks, a few vegetables and Caesar salads. I swear, he eats like a toddler. And he married an Italian girl that loves to cook! Most men would be thrilled with it, but he'd rather go out. We have a handful of acceptable restaurants (in a town with 100's) Chipotle, Chili's, Panda Express, Wendy's and a great Mexican place down the street. Anything that diverts from those and he can't find anything to eat. So with a few years of eating out at least 3 times a week, the weight creeped on. Not that I'm blaming him, I totally blame myself.
I compensated not being able to fit into cute clothes by overloading my kid with more clothing than her closet can hold. She is one well-dressed skinny kid! She looks great in everything she puts on. When was the last time I tossed on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt without struggling to pull them over my hips? 1998 that's when.
I suppose that brings you all up to date. I did end up losing a few pounds from that scary day at Costco, down to 174, not exactly sure how I did it. Mostly not eating and drinking coffee. So that was where I was a week ago...oh, you thought there wasn't going to be a happy ending? Not a chance, I started on the Celebrity Fit Club guy's (Dr. Ian) diet, Extreme Fat Smash Diet. Today is actually Day 1, Cycle 2. and as of weigh in this morning (so 7 days into it) I'm at 168. So that works for me.
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