Guess what? Chicken butt. (Naw, just kidding – but did I make you have a nostalgic moment? I surely hope so.) FOR REAL: I now officially weigh 169 lbs.!
Weight: 247 lbs.
Weight: 169 lbs.
I need just one measly tenth of a BMI point lost in order to be considered “normal” weight instead of overweight. I’m working SO hard this week, it’s insane… I’m going to be hitting the bike path every day at lunch to try to earn 10 AP over my five lunch periods instead of my usual 4-5 with walking. (I swear I’m going to work an actual blog post into this week in between all those activity points, too.)
BUT, I’m sick of hearing about me. Really.
So tell me about your most recent weigh in, please? How did you fare when you last faced the scale?
You don't want to make us angry.
Tonight I have a co-blogger for Fabulous Friday – my niece, Julia! 🙂 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.
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.
Weight: 247 lbs.
Weight: 170 lbs.
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!
Well, Comcast, you almost succeeded in thwarting me – I experienced Internet failure for most of tonight, but it’s back up.
No, I didn’t forget about writing my Friday post, nor did I shirk my duty with my characteristic periodic laziness. 😉
But I am tired, so I’ll keep this post short and sweet. This week went well. Even though I was sick, I didn’t binge and let myself have whatever I wanted. I count that as a major victory right there.
So cross your fingers for me, please! I’ll see you at the scale tomorrow.
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!
Weight: 247 lbs.
Weight: 171 lbs.
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
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 – you 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!
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.