I was so excited to weigh in today. After last week's weigh in at the doctor (which I still haven't gotten over), I was convinced that this week would be better.
I was wrong.
While I now apparently weigh less than I did last week in the doctor's office (which was about 10 pounds more than I weighed on my home scale), I am up 4 pounds on my scale.
I don't understand!
I've been careful about what I've been eating, I went to the store and bought all kinds of healthy snacks to have at work, I've been exercising every morning before work...
I know it's going to be a process...I was just hoping for some results!
Frustration aside, I rocked the bike again this morning. 25 minutes, 7.5 miles, and 430 calories - go me!!!
Friday, October 28, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
A Medical Explanation...
I went to the doctor last week.
Always a pleasure (until the nurse makes you climb up on the scale, watches as the number slowly rises, and tries not to make eye contact as she jots down your weight on the chart).
While I was there, it was suggested that I have some blood work done, since it had been a while, and, let's be honest, I look like the poster girl for Type II Diabetes.
So, I played along, I had my blood taken, and have been patiently waiting to find out whether I have diabetes, hypothyroidism, or any other weight-related ailment.
Obviously, I would never in a million years wish illness on myself (or anyone else for that matter), but I've found myself wondering whether my weight issues were due to some unseen, untreated medical condition.
Today, I got my answer.
No. Indeed, my weight troubles are of my own making.
My blood work, as it turns out, came back basically normal. No diabetes, no thyroid problems, no nothing.
Yes, this is good news, and yes, I'm relieved - go me for being fairly healthy despite the extra pounds I've packed on over the years.
But, the bad news is, there's no excuse for it...I'm just fat. There isn't a medical explanation...there isn't some condition that happens to lead to the steady weight gain that I've been experiencing over the last decade...it's just me.
So, free of genetic predispositions and biological restrictions, I will press on with my attempt at weight loss, having no one to blame for failure but myself.
On a positive note...I weigh in tomorrow...and at least I can expect the number to be back in the normal range, instead of the insanely high number that mysteriously appeared on the evil scale at the doctor's office last week.
Always a pleasure (until the nurse makes you climb up on the scale, watches as the number slowly rises, and tries not to make eye contact as she jots down your weight on the chart).
While I was there, it was suggested that I have some blood work done, since it had been a while, and, let's be honest, I look like the poster girl for Type II Diabetes.
So, I played along, I had my blood taken, and have been patiently waiting to find out whether I have diabetes, hypothyroidism, or any other weight-related ailment.
Obviously, I would never in a million years wish illness on myself (or anyone else for that matter), but I've found myself wondering whether my weight issues were due to some unseen, untreated medical condition.
Today, I got my answer.
No. Indeed, my weight troubles are of my own making.
My blood work, as it turns out, came back basically normal. No diabetes, no thyroid problems, no nothing.
Yes, this is good news, and yes, I'm relieved - go me for being fairly healthy despite the extra pounds I've packed on over the years.
But, the bad news is, there's no excuse for it...I'm just fat. There isn't a medical explanation...there isn't some condition that happens to lead to the steady weight gain that I've been experiencing over the last decade...it's just me.
So, free of genetic predispositions and biological restrictions, I will press on with my attempt at weight loss, having no one to blame for failure but myself.
On a positive note...I weigh in tomorrow...and at least I can expect the number to be back in the normal range, instead of the insanely high number that mysteriously appeared on the evil scale at the doctor's office last week.
Friday, October 21, 2011
A Medical Weigh In
Why is it that the scale in the doctor's office always seems to read about 10 pounds heavier than the scale at home?
Do they do that on purpose? Are they trying to mess with our heads? I'm sure upping the scales at a fitness center is a common practice, but when my greatest fear about going to the doctor centers around having to step onto the scale at the beginning of the appointment...something is terribly wrong.
I went to the doctor today. Always a pleasure. Has there ever been a case of someone going to the doctor for good news? I'm not talking about going to the OB because you're having a baby...I'm talking about a plain old general practitioner. When is it ever good?
It's always something charming like the flu...strep throat...an ear infection...a suspicious rash...chronic headaches...a funny lump...high blood pressure...too much fat on your ass...
Whatever the reason - going to the doctor is never fun. Now...I find myself not only stressing over the actual reason for my appointment...but also about the fact that a stranger is going to see and write down what I weigh.
So, once I got over the INSANELY HIGH number that the scale claimed I now weigh (which I'm choosing not to believe), I was going about my business with the nurse practitioner when she started to (quite innocently) ask when I'd last had blood work done...had my thyroid levels ever been checked...I'm sure you see where this is going.
Next thing I know, I'm down in the lower level of the office getting my blood taken so that they can run a whole array of tests to find out whether I'm fat on purpose or because I can't help it.
Ok, I'm sure it was put in nicer terms that that...but I'm still feeling traumatized by that darn scale.
Long story short - I had to weigh in at the doctor...it wasn't pretty...I think the scale lies!!!!
I'm hoping that if I have to go in for a follow up appointment, they'll spare me the embarrassment of stepping on the scale again and just ask me to walk around the waiting room naked instead!
Do they do that on purpose? Are they trying to mess with our heads? I'm sure upping the scales at a fitness center is a common practice, but when my greatest fear about going to the doctor centers around having to step onto the scale at the beginning of the appointment...something is terribly wrong.
I went to the doctor today. Always a pleasure. Has there ever been a case of someone going to the doctor for good news? I'm not talking about going to the OB because you're having a baby...I'm talking about a plain old general practitioner. When is it ever good?
It's always something charming like the flu...strep throat...an ear infection...a suspicious rash...chronic headaches...a funny lump...high blood pressure...too much fat on your ass...
Whatever the reason - going to the doctor is never fun. Now...I find myself not only stressing over the actual reason for my appointment...but also about the fact that a stranger is going to see and write down what I weigh.
So, once I got over the INSANELY HIGH number that the scale claimed I now weigh (which I'm choosing not to believe), I was going about my business with the nurse practitioner when she started to (quite innocently) ask when I'd last had blood work done...had my thyroid levels ever been checked...I'm sure you see where this is going.
Next thing I know, I'm down in the lower level of the office getting my blood taken so that they can run a whole array of tests to find out whether I'm fat on purpose or because I can't help it.
Ok, I'm sure it was put in nicer terms that that...but I'm still feeling traumatized by that darn scale.
Long story short - I had to weigh in at the doctor...it wasn't pretty...I think the scale lies!!!!
I'm hoping that if I have to go in for a follow up appointment, they'll spare me the embarrassment of stepping on the scale again and just ask me to walk around the waiting room naked instead!
Monday, October 17, 2011
A New Routine
Ok, people, we're trying something new. Well, not exactly something new...I'm adopting a practice that seemed to be working for me a few months ago back in California.
I'm going to start getting up early, working out, then showering and going to work.
This morning was Day 1 of "The New Routine". I set my alarm for 6:30, hit the snooze until 6:40, climbed out of bed and into some semi-workout gear, trudged the 10 steps from the bedroom to the living room, and hopped onto my bike.
25 minutes, 7 miles, 400 calories, and a Friends episode later, I was ready to start the day.
I got the yawns at about 8:00 tonight, but aside from that, it was a great day, even though it started earlier than usual.
I've set a few episodes of various aerobic workouts to record, so that I can change it up a bit and not solely rely on my stationary bike for exercise.
But, for now, seeing as I have about 45 recorded episodes of Friends on the DVR, I'll stick with the bike and pray that the motivation doesn't fly out the window as soon as the alarm goes off tomorrow morning!
I'm going to start getting up early, working out, then showering and going to work.
This morning was Day 1 of "The New Routine". I set my alarm for 6:30, hit the snooze until 6:40, climbed out of bed and into some semi-workout gear, trudged the 10 steps from the bedroom to the living room, and hopped onto my bike.
25 minutes, 7 miles, 400 calories, and a Friends episode later, I was ready to start the day.
I got the yawns at about 8:00 tonight, but aside from that, it was a great day, even though it started earlier than usual.
I've set a few episodes of various aerobic workouts to record, so that I can change it up a bit and not solely rely on my stationary bike for exercise.
But, for now, seeing as I have about 45 recorded episodes of Friends on the DVR, I'll stick with the bike and pray that the motivation doesn't fly out the window as soon as the alarm goes off tomorrow morning!
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Rock Bottom
Oh, how I wish this blog's title was a clever play on words about how rockin' my tushy is, but alas, it is not.
I think I've officially hit rock bottom.
No, I didn't get the "when are you due?" question from a stranger (which, by the way, is literally my biggest fear).
But I did catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror while I was sitting on the bed.
OH DEAR GOD!!!!
I don't know if it was just the most unflattering angle EVER, or if the mirror is one of those trick mirrors that adds an extra 10 (ok 50) pounds, but I did a double take before throwing up a little in my mouth at my own reflection.
This must stop!
I'm the heaviest I've ever been, and yes I've lost just over 10 pounds (P.S., the fact that I was 10 pounds heavier than this is frightening), but I need a massive jump start!
Drinking the water, trying to make smart food choices (I'm pretty sure the seasonal M&Ms that we keep buying don't fit into any kind of a weight loss plan), exercising (yes, I still have big plans for exercise)...I feel like there must be something more to the equation that I'm missing.
Help!!!!
I think I've officially hit rock bottom.
No, I didn't get the "when are you due?" question from a stranger (which, by the way, is literally my biggest fear).
But I did catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror while I was sitting on the bed.
OH DEAR GOD!!!!
I don't know if it was just the most unflattering angle EVER, or if the mirror is one of those trick mirrors that adds an extra 10 (ok 50) pounds, but I did a double take before throwing up a little in my mouth at my own reflection.
This must stop!
I'm the heaviest I've ever been, and yes I've lost just over 10 pounds (P.S., the fact that I was 10 pounds heavier than this is frightening), but I need a massive jump start!
Drinking the water, trying to make smart food choices (I'm pretty sure the seasonal M&Ms that we keep buying don't fit into any kind of a weight loss plan), exercising (yes, I still have big plans for exercise)...I feel like there must be something more to the equation that I'm missing.
Help!!!!
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Eating Well...Worth It?
Ben and I ate very well this week. We got to go out a few times, we had beef strogannof (my personal favorite), basically there was a lot of yummy food that was neither healthy or unhealthy.
I somehow always feel guilty when I feel like I've had good meals. I'm not the type of person to go binge on a bucket of KFC, nor do I indulge in a gallon of ice cream if the mood strikes! Even when we go to restaurants, or order in, or even cook at home...I don't feel like I make terrible choices.
So, somehow I need to get rid of this guilt.
This week, my weight stayed the same...again. On one hand...yay, but on the other hand...really?
I feel like it's time to kick this thing into high gear. I'm making smart food choices (trying to, at least), drinking gallons of water (I've basically given up drinking anything else), but now I think it's time to commit to exercise in a big way!
I've fallen back into the whole work routine, wherein I get up and go to work in the morning, I work for 8 hours, then I drive home, eat dinner, relax a bit, and then go to bed. I need to find time in there to work out.
I think my best bet is to get on the bike in the evening, after dinner, but before bed, so that I can burn some calories but cool down before climbing under the covers for the night.
Time to find my happy medium with eating, working, and exercising!!!
I somehow always feel guilty when I feel like I've had good meals. I'm not the type of person to go binge on a bucket of KFC, nor do I indulge in a gallon of ice cream if the mood strikes! Even when we go to restaurants, or order in, or even cook at home...I don't feel like I make terrible choices.
So, somehow I need to get rid of this guilt.
This week, my weight stayed the same...again. On one hand...yay, but on the other hand...really?
I feel like it's time to kick this thing into high gear. I'm making smart food choices (trying to, at least), drinking gallons of water (I've basically given up drinking anything else), but now I think it's time to commit to exercise in a big way!
I've fallen back into the whole work routine, wherein I get up and go to work in the morning, I work for 8 hours, then I drive home, eat dinner, relax a bit, and then go to bed. I need to find time in there to work out.
I think my best bet is to get on the bike in the evening, after dinner, but before bed, so that I can burn some calories but cool down before climbing under the covers for the night.
Time to find my happy medium with eating, working, and exercising!!!
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Belated Weigh In...Again
My days of the week are all screwed up! I thought Thursday was Friday, I thought Friday was Saturday, and somewhere in the middle, I forgot to weigh in.
So, this morning, when I woke up and figured out exactly what day of the week it was, I stepped onto the scale to see how I'd done this week.
I'm down another pound! YES!!!!!
I haven't done much that's different, except for the fact that I'm drinking water like it's going out of style!
I recently bought a lovely pink plastic to-go cup (thanks Target) that I've taken to filling up and carrying with me everywhere I go. LOVE IT!!!
Thanks to my nifty little cup (and our filtered water), I'm drinking lots of water while not spending money on bottled water!
I'm even taking it to work with me and filling it up 4 or 5 times a day!
The one hitch in my grand plan of water consumption is that I have to pee constantly! Seriously, it's been a true exercise in bladder control!
The good news is that I know that I'm hydrated. The better news...once I get used to my new schedule and actually eat 3 meals a day (I'm currently either eating breakfast and skipping lunch, or vice versa, which I know is bad), I'm thinking that I'll be doing even better!
Now I just need to get consistent with my exercise, and hopefully then the pounds will just melt away.
Here's hoping!
So, this morning, when I woke up and figured out exactly what day of the week it was, I stepped onto the scale to see how I'd done this week.
I'm down another pound! YES!!!!!
I haven't done much that's different, except for the fact that I'm drinking water like it's going out of style!
I recently bought a lovely pink plastic to-go cup (thanks Target) that I've taken to filling up and carrying with me everywhere I go. LOVE IT!!!
Thanks to my nifty little cup (and our filtered water), I'm drinking lots of water while not spending money on bottled water!
I'm even taking it to work with me and filling it up 4 or 5 times a day!
The one hitch in my grand plan of water consumption is that I have to pee constantly! Seriously, it's been a true exercise in bladder control!
The good news is that I know that I'm hydrated. The better news...once I get used to my new schedule and actually eat 3 meals a day (I'm currently either eating breakfast and skipping lunch, or vice versa, which I know is bad), I'm thinking that I'll be doing even better!
Now I just need to get consistent with my exercise, and hopefully then the pounds will just melt away.
Here's hoping!
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