I'm Just Sayin'

Despite my best efforts, I don't think that eating popcorn and ice cream as I am up super freakin' late grading papers and trying to read research articles for a paper and presentation that is weeks overdue is going to do much for my physical or mental health. Although I have to add that the ice cream was supposedly lower fat or something pseudo-healthy like that.

I do need to report, though, that I am still holding strong to my no carbonation regimen (until my birthday next month). I have been tempted and sorely tried, but I am resolute in this. I'm actually thinking about maybe just taking a short respite for my B-day and then continuing the Lent-ish sacrifice until the end of the school year, with the few exceptions being Christmas, New Year's Eve, and maybe one or two other special occasions.

But I also need to knock off all this stayin' up late and stressin' and stuff if I ever expect to get up early and exercise again. Ha!

Quickie!

I know it's been a while, and I keep falling behind, but I thought I'd include my latest weigh-in, especially since I haven't done so in a week. Oh, I exercised this past week-just not in the mornings. Landscaping and fixing the kids' bikes and actually having time to be outside might have had something to do with it. I love Fall Break, even if I'm still not caught up and the stress is raining down.

278.7 lbs.

"It's Not My Fault...

being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise." This statement made by Andre the Giant in The Princess Bride still makes me laugh. And it has been kind of a running joke in my family as I have been the biggest and strongest for quite a while. Just a couple years ago while playing in the backyard at my parents', both my younger brothers, my sister, and my dad attempted to throw me into the pool. My siblings ended up wet, but all four of them couldn't manage to soak me. Ha!

But back to my supposed weight loss. I confess that I haven't been exercising much. I hurt my knee and back playing softball a few weeks back, and it's still lingering. Plus, I like my bed. I did weigh in on Monday at 278.7, but I didn't post. Life has been a little hectic. Not bad. However, I have also eaten the equivalent of a small pick-up truck over the past few days.

On Thursday my professor was actually visiting our site so we took her to dinner at Mimi's. Friday night Amy and I went to Winger's. I also had a leftover steak for lunch. I ordered more steak for dinner. And when I couldn't finish it off, I began to feel old and weak. So I killed it for breakfast alongside a three-egg omelet. Then I had to graze in the football snack pasture on Saturday. That night we took our scouts for a reward pizza dinner as well. Then today I couldn't leave the pork loin alone. Then we went to Mom and Dad's for ice cream and cookies. While we were visiting, one of the neighbors brought over part of a pig he had smoked this afternoon. The homemade BBQ sauce is still tingling the back of my throat.

Honestly, I'm a little scared for tomorrow. I hope I an exercise without puking or pausing for oxygen.

On a brighter note, I still haven't broken my carbonation drought since the beginning of the school year. Only five weeks to go! Time for a TUMS!

Roller Coaster

Up and down, loop-the-loop and drop. Freefall until you hit bottom. Then try and keep your stomach from jumping out your throat. Gotta love that feeling, that rush, that adrenalin, right? Maybe. But not when it comes to weight loss. Now, I have to admit that I was the most diligent this past week with my regimented breakfasts and exercising and such. And as a result, I bounced all over the scale (not literally). I dipped as far down as 277 and rose back to where should be unmentionable. No, it wasn't really that bad, but it was an up and down rickety whitewashed wooden ride that lasts 1/6134 of the time you spend standing in line. When the ride pulled to a stop this morning after a nondescript workout, I stood at 280. I think it's going to take a little more concentration and dedication to lower the ride requirement. Not having the soccer sidelines to pace will dent my efforts, but I'll have a little more time to find something else. The stress of falling behind my Ed.D. work doesn't help either. Time to shift gears...maybe even warm up the flux capacitor.

P.S. I still think I would fit on the ride that started this whole @#$% blog. And I have until May to prove it.

Consistency

After a week of upping and downing in the weight department, I landed back on last week's weigh-in result: 279.1. Not too bad considering a ate a LOT of ice cream these past two nights.

This week, I also started wearing a pedometer again. There were some give-aways from Sam's Club, so I thought, "Hey, why not?" Since then I've found out when I go to class and sit forever, I only take about 5,000 steps in a day, as opposed to when I coach Ally's soccer games, I pace the sidelines for about 13,000. And playing softball for an hour and a half gives me 11,500. Not too bad, but I've got to keep moving more. Granted, I don't wear the blue plastic thingy as a I exercise in the morning. Maybe I just need to be more consistent in my efforts. (Duh.)

I did notice one other thing this morning--although I may not be consistent in which days I exercise or what I do, there are two constants in my routines. First, my oatmeal. Gloppy and paste-like, it's there every morning Monday through Friday. It even makes an occasional appearance on weekends. And second, I get up and exercise every Monday morning. It might have something to do with actually going to bed on time Sunday nights. Go figure.

And the Answer Was...

279.1 lbs! My little binge over the weekend didn't do much damage. Go me. Woo hoo! It almost makes me want to do it again. Don't worry. I won;t do any cartwheels or cheerleader flip-spin-twirl-clap crap. I might pull something.

Now, some people might say, "So what? You're still fat."

And to that I say, "Shut up or I'll sit on you." I'm making progress. A few of my co-workers have noticed that I've dropped a few...not just by cutting my hair or leaving my gradebook on my desk. I'm even cinching down a notch on my belt most days now. Pretty soon I might have to buy a new one.

Now, for a few random items:

Today, I feel the need for a Coke, but it's a good thing I don't have any change.

Yesterday I brought a salad for my dinner during my class. Not as tasty as a spicy chicken sandwich or a breakfast burrito, but it was better for me. Blah. Blah. Blah.

Here's to keeping it up.

Moment of Truth

Now, before I weigh-in tomorrow, I must confess that I was bad this weekend. I went camping with Zac, Marc, Benjamin, and Dad. And because it was a father-and-son camp, we had to go the traditional route: KFC (grilled), Crackerjack, S'mores, and jerky. I have to say that I have not eaten so much in one sitting for quite a while, and MAN did I enjoy it! Burp! The next morning I got roped into making the eggs for the whole camp, and you know what happens when I cook. A few sausages seemed to go missing. However, I must say that they were turkey sausages, so it could have been worse. Then I just had to have Cafe Rio's pork burrito for dinner. The football game gave me indigestion (not literally), and Sariah wanted egg sandwiches for dinner tonight. So, in short, tomorrow does not look good for the scale. Back to the oatmeal. :(

P.S. My mouth is still en fuego from the pepper I put on my sandwich.