Weekly Assignment-Day 3: The Game Is So ON!

I worked out two days in a row. "Change is easy. It's remaining consistent that's the hard part." The author of this quote escapes my memory.

1. Look in the mirror.
2. Smile.
3. Say something positive: I made an appropriate health conscious food choice for the birthday celebration lunch today. Instead of ordering a loaded baked potato from Jason's Deli, I opted for the slim-wich, fresh fruit, and chips.

Weekly Assignment-Day 2: GAME ON!

Okay, this post is a day late, but better late than never.

1. Look in the mirror.
2. Smile.
3. Say something positive: GAME ON! I'm on it! I am STILL bringing sexy back. I took a hiatus but, sexy is on its way back. It got lost, but it's coming.

Weekly Assignment-Day 1

1. Look in the mirror.
   



2. Smile.



3. Say something positive: Look how far you've come! 22 point something pounds down. I will not focus on how much I need to lose. My focus...small goals...5 pounds at a time. My next goal...lose 25 pounds by the end of May.

AVALANCHE!

When trying to lose weight...

You ever noticed how one negative thought snowballs into an AVALANCHE of negative thinking and the next thing you know...you find yourself crawling on the floor scrounging for just 1 nickel to buy a kit kat from the vending machine in the teacher's lounge. This may or may not have happened to me. I attended my weekly weight management meeting, Weight Watchers, and the topic of discussion...managing thoughts...provided the jump start I needed to get back on track. Truth be told, I fell of the weight loss wagon.

From the meeting, I learned negative thoughts lead to negative behavior. To illustrate, I suffer from the All-or-Nothing Syndrome. Basically, one wrong decision (e.g. eating 1 dozen of ginger snap cookies in one sitting) sends me spiraling into a pit of self-doubt and self-defeat. As a result, I succumb to the defeat and return to my previous atrocious eating habits. So...the remedy for the All-or-Nothing Syndrome...THINK POSITIVE...easier said than done!

My assignment for the week:
1. Look in the mirror.
2. Smile.
3. Say something positive.

And on a positive note, a few weeks ago I received an award for completing my 16th week as a Weight Watchers member. Today, the leader mentioned members sticking with the program for 16 weeks signifies the decision to STAY and SUCCEED! GO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The 2009 Weezy Jefferson Spring Collection

This frock pictured to the left exemplifies the precise reason why I MUST lose weight. I ventured to Ross (aka The Garage Sale) searching for a nice springy dress when lo and behold...I ran across the 2009 Weezy Jefferson Spring Lounge Wear Collection. There's only room in this world for one Lil Weezy...and I am not the one.

This "ensemble" one of many, hung on the sales rack behind the size 26 garments, in the one size fits all section. If at any point in time I resort to donning pieces from the Weezy Jefferson Collection, I've resigned to put myself out of misery by running into oncoming traffic. Long story short, I walked out of Ross dressless (No, dressless is not a real word).

Getting Got!

I almost got got by a pack of 90 calorie pack rice cake treats.

got got: past tense of get got. When one gets got, you have been taken advantaged of. Used in a sentence: I got got by the used car salesman.

As I was saying, I almost got got by a pack of 90 calorie pack treats. Yes, you read it right...a 90 calorie pack, the cousin of the 100 calorie pack. So, I'm perusing down the snack aisle and what do I see? I see a box of 90 calorie pack snacks looking at me. I stopped, picked up the box, and then contemplated taking my new food find home. Then, I came to my senses. Heeeelllllooooo! 90 calorie pack, 100 calorie pack, 50 calorie pack...NO calorie packs. These tricky little buggers represent the devil incarnate.

From previous experiences 100 calorie packs serve no purpose when I eat 2 or 3 at a time. In that case, the box should read 200 or 300 calories PACKS! In my infinite wisdom, I decided to just eat the real thing versus eating two or three...sometimes four 100 calorie pack snacks in one day. Beware...of the calorie pack scam. DON'T GET GOT! You have been warned!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Damn You Curly Fries!

2 Saturdays ago I awoke bright and early to face my impending doom at my weekly weigh-in and weight management support group. Well aware of my weigh-in fate, dread crept into my thoughts. A consultation with Dionne Warwick and her psychic friends...not needed nor required to predict the results of a week's worth of poor food choices (*heavy sigh...deep thoughtful contemplation*) I blame the curly fries, plain and simple. As I dressed for the meeting I nervously anticipated my weigh-in. Wanting to reach my 20 pound goal, I began concocting schemes in my head to increase my chances of weight loss. AND at that, point my irrational thought process commenced...I thought to myself...self:

"What if...just what if...I weighed my bra and panties on my food scale to determine my heaviest undergarments? I may...I just may shave an ounce or two maybe three, possibly four by choosing to wear the lightest undergarments. Hmmmmm. OR" What about going commando?"

Going Commando: The practice of not wearing undergarments under one's clothing. For men the term "going commando" is also referred to as "free balling." For the record, me...going commando...not a viable option.

Wanting a seat for me meeting,I scrambled to get dressed in order to make it on time. Fast forward...Sooo...I arrived to my meeting location. I approached the scale, and immediately I'm mean mugging the scale thinking, "Scale, don't start none, wont be none!"

Mean Mug or Mean Muggin: To scowl at one's opponent in efforts to provoke said opponent into a confrontation. Used in a sentence: "I know you are not mean muggin me. What cha wanna do?"

Just as I suspected, a 1 pound gain. The scale revealed my indiscretions. Tattletale. Not surprised, I removed my weigh in booklet from the counter and retreated to a seat in the meeting room. I sat and reflected on my defeat, and realized my son's abandoned curly fries was not the only culprit that contributed to my dietary recklessness. The other saboteurs included: a sleeve of peanut butter sandwich Girls Scout cookies, a one Mr. Captain Crunch and his friend Mr. Sugar Bear, many trips to the candy jar in the classroom next door...and so on...and so on...and so on...okay lesson learned. Instead of dwelling on my failure I internalized the weight loss information I've gained thus far, so that I can insure weight loss success in the weeks to follow. I deduced the following:

1. The scale should not be used as the only determinate to measure my weight loss success. When the numbers on the scale refuse to cooperate, I must also take into account my non scale victories (NSVs). My NSVs include whittling down 1 dress size, recognition of weight loss from friends, family and coworkers, and not falling victim to indulgent cravings.

2. All trigger foods must be removed from the environment. If curly fries, or french fries period cause a feeding frenzy, then Jack-In-The-Crack is off limits.

3. Work the plan: exercise, keep a food diary, plan, plan, plan, plan, plan, plan, plan, plan. Okay I get it. Planning is CRUCIAL.

"When you fail to plan, you plan to fail!"

The Victory Robot...

So as of yesterday, Saturday, March 14, 2009, 21.8 pounds...vanished...GONE (never to return again!)! Unfortunately a previously scheduled hair appointment, prevented my attendance to my regularly scheduled Weight Watchers meeting; so, my 20 pound reward waits for me until next week's meeting. Unable to celebrate my success amongst fellow weight loss members, I rejoiced alone in my vehicle while performing the classic ROBOT. During times of extreme jubilation, I exude joy via the robot. Enjoy...........

So for every 5 pound milestone reached, the victory robot dance will be performed to express my exultation! AND...I will re-post the video!

Peek-A-Boo I See You Update

A friend of mine suggested that I update my Peek-A-Boo I See You blog with a picture of my newly resurrected collarbone. Check it, check it...check it out:

Whoop...whoop there it is! A picture...worth a 1,000 words.

EXERCISE is a dirty word. Every time I hear it, I wash my mouth out with chocolate.

I detest working out! Exhausted, I returned home from work and collapsed on the couch for a brief 20 minute power nap. I woke up from my nap determined NOT work out. I vegged out in front of the television for a few hours, still firmly resigned to remain a permanent fixture on the couch...or so I thought. One of my weekly goals, working out at least three days a week resonated in my head, so I pulled myself from the dent I created in the couch and decided to suffer through yet another thrilling workout...whoopdeedoo! Tonight, I chose to torture myself with a boot camp DVD. Pleasantly surprised, I enjoyed the DVD, AND I realized I exercised myself one step closer to bringing my sexy back...3 DAYS IN A ROW no doubt!!