Fabulous Friday #5

You don't want to make us angry.

Tonight I have a co-blogger for Fabulous Friday – my niece, Julia! ūüôā We’re having a girly night of nail painting, mud masking, and chocolate-banana smoothie making.

This week was not quite as fabulous as Julia. My boss got let go at work (and wasn’t really replaced?) and it rained like every single day.

BUT, I kept my head above water, both literally and figuratively, and I’m pretty hopeful for tomorrow morning on the scale.

Because my new phone is here. And while I probably wouldn’t hit -80 this week, I definitely can’t afford not to lose if I’m going to be able to open the box next week.


Week Seventy Results

Seventy weeks… for rizzle? Wow.

In all honesty I didn’t think I would lose this week. I lost so much last week that I thought my rate of flarb-loss would level off for a week and I’d be stuck maintaining.

But no! I lost a whole pound. It’s kind of fabulous.

Starting stats:
Weight: 247 lbs.
BMI: 36.5

Today’s stats:
Weight: 170 lbs.
BMI: 25.1

This week is serious business. I ordered my next reward, a smartphone (I switched out the Blu Ray player, a smartphone will help me so much with my weight loss journey!), and I’m firm in the decision that I can’t open the box until I reach my 80 lbs. loss milestone. Those three lbs. better watch the heck out – I’m coming after you!


Week Sixty-Nine Results: Wahoo!

Wait for it…

Wait for it…

I LOST! *shakes it like Beyonce*

And I lost big. This week I lost 3.2 lbs. – proof positive that Weight Watchers works when you do!

Starting stats:
Weight: 247 lbs.
BMI: 36.5

Today’s stats:
Weight: 171 lbs.
BMI: 25.2

P.S. Did you know I’m far less lazy on Twitter? I generally post my results there on Saturday mornings right after I weigh in. http://www.twitter.com/thebroadbroad


Fabulous Friday #3

It’s Friday, and life is good.

For starters – I don’t have melanoma! Sweet, right? I was super happy to hear that, though less happy to hear that my skin is better at sticking to sutures than itself. So I traded up and got some steristrips¬†instead of stitches… it makes me look far less FrankenBroad, so I’m pretty pleased.

Uh, and I went shopping to celebrate. But I was frugal! And I bought things like a potato peeler and a ladle Рyou know, stuff I can use to cook healthy meals. I stayed away from clothing because honestly, I have too many items in my closet that are slightly too small/still with tags on that are pining away with loneliness. When I fit into those, I can pick up some new stuff.

WW went very well this week. I haven’t peeked at the scale because I want to be completely surprised tomorrow morning, but I’m optimistic. I did make the tough decisions this week. I did hit the good health guidelines each day. I did get in activity (hey, I even biked in the rain until tornado sirens sent me pedaling for cover).

So knock on the scale, I hope it goes well tomorrow. Thanks for reading and for all the support!


Back In the Saddle Again

You’re going to have that song in your head for the rest of the day. You’re welcome.


Yup, spank a mule and call me Ethel, I’ve jumped back atop the Weight Watchers wagon and am clinging to a bale of hay for dear life. As of today, I have:

a) not binged on hard tack and salt pork (Bagel Thins and turkey pepperoni, etc.)
b) written in my journey log faithfully (My journal’s full of so many feelings I’m sure if it could verbalize, it would scream “I’m in a glass case of emotion!”)
c) stayed on the trail (planned each day’s food in advance and stuck with it)
d) hopped down and walked behind the wagon at regular intervals (As of today, I’ve earned 13 activity points and will have earned 25 by the time this week is over.)

I’ve made a commitment to making the hard decisions and ignoring the whiny, spoiled kiddo inside that wants everything and wants it like, right now. Thank you SO much for everyone who commented here, on Twitter, or on the WW boards – it has helped me every single moment these past few days. I can’t say it enough – thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!

Now back to your regularly-scheduled Western.


Help Wanted

As the saying goes, I’m down, but I’m not out. I know that I can be successful and reach my goal.¬†

So I stocked my kitchen: 

Trader Joe's trip = mission accomplished.

Apples, peppers, bananas, and potatoes, oh my!

¬†After I filled my fridge and cupboards with good stuff that is mostly unplanned snack-resistant, I decided that I need a more personal outlet to get out¬†issues that are non-weight loss related. So in the fashion of my old college notebooks, I handcrafted a journal that I’m going to use to try to pour my stress and troubles into:¬†

The front of my new "Feelings Trash Can."


Blank now, filled to the brim with "issues" later.

Sidenote: if you’ve never made a notebook or item similar to this, I highly recommend it. Grab some old magazines, and cut out images and items that appeal to you, even if it seems strange or you’re unsure why you like it. With a little glue and clear tape or contact paper, you end up with a book covered with bits and pieces of your personality, essentially – very cool.¬†

I even ate a cup of spinach this weekend for the first time EVAR. Yes, I’m that serious… I’m willing to eat plants. Sort of. When I was done with it, it looked like this:¬†

I'll take spinach puree for 400 please, Alex.

And after the addition of some chocolate Almond Breeze, a banana, and a cup of strawberries, the result was this: 

Yes, it really turned out kind of a black-ish color. I definitely was wishing for the wine behind it, instead.

I am committed to giving up every excuse and forcing myself to make hard decisions. But I know I can’t do this in a vacuum.¬†

So I need your help. I need you to share with me your best tips, your tales of triumph over tough situations. Anything you want to tell me, I’ll listen. I need the support of everyone who reads this blog more than ever.


Fabulous Friday #2

Or should I say, unfabulous. I feel like absolute junk. Rather crushed-car like, except not quite so skinny (or dirty, eww).

This week, I let everything go. I barely tracked. Food was my pacifier, in essence.

That’s not really a new occurrence. It seems that any time I’m sick or something bad happens to me, as was the case this week, I give myself permission to eat whatever I want. This week because I got a few miniscule bits of skin hacked off (wear sunscreen, folks, okay?) and a few stitches, I surely deserved two ice cream cones in one day, right?

Wrong. If I were my own parent, I’d be the worst kind: the kind that can’t say no. Those kinds of parents create the delightful little monsters that are all too frequently found; I’ve created a monster out of myself. I seem to have the mindset that if I want something, why shouldn’t I have it?

Indeed, why shouldn’t I¬†be allowed to eat til I’m content, until I’ve eaten so much junk that I’ve nearly made myself ill? Because it’s stupid. I’m¬†essentially filling a trash bag with long-term happiness and my goals and dreams¬†and heaving it into a dumpster in exchange for a few candy bars. Again, STUPID.¬†

What I know is that I’m not happy with myself right now. I know that I can do this. I’m just choosing not to, and that makes me so ashamed of and disappointed in myself. It makes me feel like I am letting every single person who reads this blog, every single person who supports me, down more than ever.

But I can’t go about this because I feel guilty, because I feel like I deserve to be punished for my misdeeds. I tried to lose weight that way before, and it didn’t work. I need to do this because I love me. I need to do this because I feel that I deserve to be a happy, fulfilled person.

As I sit here on a Friday night, working on my new plans and techniques, I know that I need to be positive. Hopeful. Excited.


So this is me, taking a moment to reflect on my mistakes, my failures, and then leaving them behind. I’m taking my inspiration from this quote by Corita Kent: “Flowers grow out of dark moments.”

Tomorrow I face the scale and the road ahead.