Ain't No Stopping Me Now!

As my one year anniversary with Weight Watchers nears, I feel a little unsatisfied with my 39 pound weight loss. But, then the thought occurred to me. I should compare old and new photos to see what a difference 39 lbs. make. Lately, whenever I feel myself dipping into a slump I pull out old photos and I usually regain my motivation and momentum.

February 2008/August 2009


September 2008/October 2009


April 2008/October 2009

After seeing these three comparisons, I am more than grateful for the 39 pound loss!

Don't Rain On My Parade

Now I know why I ate myself into a comatose state last week...TOM!

I need to keep better track of my TOM. But you know what? My Linda Blair Exorcist head spinning impersonations last week should have tipped me off to TOM's arrival.

I think blackberry sells an application that keeps track of your monthly cycle, and it looks like I may need to invest. My cycle brings with it this overwhelming urge to eat and eat and eat for no reason, and eating without knowing why takes a toll on my motivation and momentum. In my opinion, keeping better track of TOM's arrival may allow me to plan and prepare in order to keep my hormonal hunger at bay. Eating like a maniac makes me feel out-of-control, and I worry about old habits resurfacing.

I feel better now knowing that the Gordita, the Halloween candy, the fries I stole from my children, the decadent brownie (I sometimes daydream about), and all that other crap I inhaled resulted from my little friend. I hope TOM vamooses by my weigh in this Saturday, but I doubt it. My last weigh in revealed .8 separates me from losing 40 lbs, and TOM better not rain on my parade at this Saturday's weigh in.

How did I get here?

This pic was taken in February of 2008.


This picture was taken May 31, 2009 at the NoDoubt concert.

What a difference 25 pounds make! My signature pose...
hand on the hip and let the backbone slip.

While putting together a photo montage on the One True Media website, I ran across some pictures of myself self taken throughout 2008 and 2009. As I browsed through my memories, a thought occurred to me, what happened?

Fellow bloggers and blogees, do you ever wonder..."How did I get here?" Here meaning, this weight loss tug-o-war, this battle of the budge. Do you wonder how you became a statistics? Me, I wonder no more. I know. I KNOW what bad choices earned my seat on the chunky butt train:

• I am HERE because...I took the suggested serving size as just that...a suggestion. I no longer negotiate the suggested serving size listed on products. Now, I measure everything, and when I can't measure, I eye my food. Did you know the palm of your hand is equivalent to 3 oz of chicken breast?

• I am HERE because...The gentleman that answers the phone at the Chinese takeout knows my name and what I order before I finish telling him (Call Me Miranda. Remember that episode of Sex and the City?). When I walk through the door he tells the same joke, "Hey Trina! You like your food like your men...huh? SPICY!" I laugh, pay and leave.

• I am HERE because...I could write all day as to why I am HERE. BUT...

Do you know why you are HERE?