Woo hoo! Our blogging has already made a difference in our actions, thinking and scale usage and now we have data to prove it. I am down three pounds and Wendy is down two pounds. I have more to write about thought process changes, but it will have to wait for another day.
As Bartles and James used to say, " ... and thank you for your support."
Amy
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
Hi I'm Wendy and I'm a Weighaholic
Okay folks. I went 4 days. FOUR WHOLE DAYS without weighing myself. Now this was not achieved through willpower, but rather the fact that Mom took the psychotic scales with her on Sunday.
I miss my buddy. I'd weigh in the morning. At least 3 or 4 times to see what common number came up. Then I'd weigh before I went to bed. As if this would magically help me lose weight.
So after feeling like I'd done well so far, I followed Mom to her house on Thursday night.
"Come on Reyde, we are going to Nana's."
"Can I play there?"
"It'll be a short visit."
Ugghh. ((sigh)
"Mom, I'm up a half a pound."
"Wendy, it's at the end of the day."
"We took our starting weight at 4pm."
So I promptly came home and checked online for a calorie counter. Found a website way too hard. Hello. That's the last thing I need; to sit at the computer for any longer than I do.
Turned my computer off to then go back later that night and look for the consumer report on the best rated home scales. Ohh, found one, Tanita Body Fat/Body Water Monitor BF-680W. Hmm, buy or not buy, that is the question.
The answer? NOT BUYING.
Another answer? Portion control. I measured what I thought was 1/2 cup of soy milk to be actually 1 cup. So the guessitimate of caloric coffee drink intake was 1/2 of what I am really drinking.
Alas, but I must break up with coffee. Coffee can go hang out with beef and commisserate about how crappy a girlfriend I was. http://glovegalgab.blogspot.com/2009/08/breaking-up.html
Did weighing myself help my weight loss this week? No. Did the fact that I am blogging about this help? Yes. Because my actions changed. Normally, I'd have gone and eaten ice cream.
So.....I go to rest and get up in the morning to walk/run with my friend and get my game on. I coasted this week. My sissy la la has not. While this is not a competition, every once in a while Aim and I compete. She confided years ago that she was always trying to stay one step ahead of me, that I'd out do whatever she set her mind too. Mind you, I NEVER KNEW THIS, I was all consumed with pining about how I didn't have her group of friends.
I love you Amy. Game on SISTA! And game on to any other of my SISTA'S from otha Mistas and Mommas.
I miss my buddy. I'd weigh in the morning. At least 3 or 4 times to see what common number came up. Then I'd weigh before I went to bed. As if this would magically help me lose weight.
So after feeling like I'd done well so far, I followed Mom to her house on Thursday night.
"Come on Reyde, we are going to Nana's."
"Can I play there?"
"It'll be a short visit."
Ugghh. ((sigh)
"Mom, I'm up a half a pound."
"Wendy, it's at the end of the day."
"We took our starting weight at 4pm."
So I promptly came home and checked online for a calorie counter. Found a website way too hard. Hello. That's the last thing I need; to sit at the computer for any longer than I do.
Turned my computer off to then go back later that night and look for the consumer report on the best rated home scales. Ohh, found one, Tanita Body Fat/Body Water Monitor BF-680W. Hmm, buy or not buy, that is the question.
The answer? NOT BUYING.
Another answer? Portion control. I measured what I thought was 1/2 cup of soy milk to be actually 1 cup. So the guessitimate of caloric coffee drink intake was 1/2 of what I am really drinking.
Alas, but I must break up with coffee. Coffee can go hang out with beef and commisserate about how crappy a girlfriend I was. http://glovegalgab.blogspot.com/2009/08/breaking-up.html
Did weighing myself help my weight loss this week? No. Did the fact that I am blogging about this help? Yes. Because my actions changed. Normally, I'd have gone and eaten ice cream.
So.....I go to rest and get up in the morning to walk/run with my friend and get my game on. I coasted this week. My sissy la la has not. While this is not a competition, every once in a while Aim and I compete. She confided years ago that she was always trying to stay one step ahead of me, that I'd out do whatever she set her mind too. Mind you, I NEVER KNEW THIS, I was all consumed with pining about how I didn't have her group of friends.
I love you Amy. Game on SISTA! And game on to any other of my SISTA'S from otha Mistas and Mommas.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Confessions
Wendy is correct in that I too am motivated. Now that my world knows I am eating to live rather than living to eat, I am acting in my best interest. I am benefitting from knowing that others are watching and I know they know I know they are watching. I am not, nor have I ever been, good at failing. Since I have publicly declared my intentions, I must act on them or risk failure. Now for a lesson on twisted thinking. "If I do not attempt to lose weight and increase my physical fitness, I cannot fail when I am still fat and out of shape in the spring." That is out the window now.
The space time continuum does confound me at times and Tuesday morning I was dressed and ready for work 30 minutes earlier than usual but somehow failed to pack my lunch. I threw together food and left. In the days before I reported my food and beverage intake to Wendy I would have grabbed a school lunch or stopped by Quizznos on the way to my second building, but I do not want to attempt to figure the caloric or nutrional value of a school lunch and the choices at Quizznos would not be what I need. Just knowing that I have to tell Wendy what I have eaten has prevented just for fun eating. The power that woman has over me!!!
Wendy and I have shared a number of emails and telephone calls back and forth about her intention to confess her three digit number to James. I suggested that she not tell him. An excerpt of our exchange follows.
"James has touched you in your current physical state. While he may not know the actual number of pounds you weigh, he is aware that you are at an unhealthy number. What do you hope to gain from saying "230 pounds?" Are you really wanting to let him know that you acknowledge it is not okay or acceptable anymore and you recognize that you want to be different, for both yourself and for him.
While I have not said anything to Roger yet, I do wish to apologize to him for being so overweight. I need to be healthy for both of us, and I do not wish to embarrass him any longer. (No, he has never said anything about embarrassment or even looked like he was, but in front of his brothers I am bothered. I want him to be proud of his "catch.")"
I think it is my turn for confessions tonight, but not in the dark. I talk in my sleep and Roger will likely chalk up anything I say with the lights out to that.
Thank you all for your words of encouragement,
Amy
The space time continuum does confound me at times and Tuesday morning I was dressed and ready for work 30 minutes earlier than usual but somehow failed to pack my lunch. I threw together food and left. In the days before I reported my food and beverage intake to Wendy I would have grabbed a school lunch or stopped by Quizznos on the way to my second building, but I do not want to attempt to figure the caloric or nutrional value of a school lunch and the choices at Quizznos would not be what I need. Just knowing that I have to tell Wendy what I have eaten has prevented just for fun eating. The power that woman has over me!!!
Wendy and I have shared a number of emails and telephone calls back and forth about her intention to confess her three digit number to James. I suggested that she not tell him. An excerpt of our exchange follows.
"James has touched you in your current physical state. While he may not know the actual number of pounds you weigh, he is aware that you are at an unhealthy number. What do you hope to gain from saying "230 pounds?" Are you really wanting to let him know that you acknowledge it is not okay or acceptable anymore and you recognize that you want to be different, for both yourself and for him.
While I have not said anything to Roger yet, I do wish to apologize to him for being so overweight. I need to be healthy for both of us, and I do not wish to embarrass him any longer. (No, he has never said anything about embarrassment or even looked like he was, but in front of his brothers I am bothered. I want him to be proud of his "catch.")"
I think it is my turn for confessions tonight, but not in the dark. I talk in my sleep and Roger will likely chalk up anything I say with the lights out to that.
Thank you all for your words of encouragement,
Amy
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Amy's got my back
Thank you all for your words of encouragement. Amy and I are motivated. Well, I haven't checked in with Amy on that statement, but I think she is motivated.
Our first goals:
Month 1- Lose 8 lbs. (So my ski pants fit better.)
Month 2- Run the St Patty's Day Dash. And then party like a red headed elfin ROCKSTAR.
Maybe I should just write participate in the St Patty's Day Dash.
So tonight, I REALLY GO public.While we composed our 2nd post on Sunday, my husband walked in on us. We told him what we were doing. And it just happened to be when we were posting the dreaded numbers. I casually lowered my screen so he couldn't see them, and Amy (WHO ALWAYS HAS MY BACK,) casually turned the piece of paper over so he couldn't read the numbers.
Do you see where I am going with this? I haven't told James that BIG OLD 3 digit number. So to mitigate my EMBARASSMENT, I plan to discuss this number tonight when the lights are turned out for the night.
"James, I have a confession to make."
His heart will likely beat 200 times faster.
"What Wendy?"
" I weigh 230 lbs"
I have no idea what will be the outcome of this conversation. Although now I can ask what he weighs. I don't ask that question, because I don't want to tell him my ghastly number.
Sweet dreams. And I doubt Jame will say, "Suh WEET."
Our first goals:
Month 1- Lose 8 lbs. (So my ski pants fit better.)
Month 2- Run the St Patty's Day Dash. And then party like a red headed elfin ROCKSTAR.
Maybe I should just write participate in the St Patty's Day Dash.
So tonight, I REALLY GO public.While we composed our 2nd post on Sunday, my husband walked in on us. We told him what we were doing. And it just happened to be when we were posting the dreaded numbers. I casually lowered my screen so he couldn't see them, and Amy (WHO ALWAYS HAS MY BACK,) casually turned the piece of paper over so he couldn't read the numbers.
Do you see where I am going with this? I haven't told James that BIG OLD 3 digit number. So to mitigate my EMBARASSMENT, I plan to discuss this number tonight when the lights are turned out for the night.
"James, I have a confession to make."
His heart will likely beat 200 times faster.
"What Wendy?"
" I weigh 230 lbs"
I have no idea what will be the outcome of this conversation. Although now I can ask what he weighs. I don't ask that question, because I don't want to tell him my ghastly number.
Sweet dreams. And I doubt Jame will say, "Suh WEET."
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Numbers- Guess Which is Who's
1st meeting of the "Like Being Fat Is Not Public" club. We jotted down some numbers. And it is not just me and my irrational thinking. Amy confirmed that my scales are broken. So Nancy went and got her scales. Which provides a consistent number, not one we can alter, and has the FABULOUS option of body fat percentage. That can go away.
So without further adieu, I present the numbers...in no particular order. I'm sure we all can guess what these are, where the tape measure landed on our bodies, and the work we need to do
14 5/8" , 14", 50 1/4", 27", 26 3/16", 225 1/2lbs, and 52% (Thanks Nancy.)
15 1/4", 15", 48", 25", 25 1/2", 230lbs, and 49%.
And let's have a reality check. You can have your photos the kindest angle (FB, Myspace,) or the real photo showing how you look when people really see you. It's not like we all walk around with our chins out, our heads tilted, and our cheeks sucked in.
So without further adieu, I present the numbers...in no particular order. I'm sure we all can guess what these are, where the tape measure landed on our bodies, and the work we need to do
14 5/8" , 14", 50 1/4", 27", 26 3/16", 225 1/2lbs, and 52% (Thanks Nancy.)
15 1/4", 15", 48", 25", 25 1/2", 230lbs, and 49%.
And let's have a reality check. You can have your photos the kindest angle (FB, Myspace,) or the real photo showing how you look when people really see you. It's not like we all walk around with our chins out, our heads tilted, and our cheeks sucked in.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Come To Jesus Meeting
From: Wendy
To: Amy
Date: Tue, 12 Jan 2010 10:01:47 -0800Subject: Come to Jesus Meeting Held Last Night
I had a bit of a “come to Jesus meeting” with myself. Went online to look at a weight loss calculator and realized that I need to reduce calorie intake to 15-1800 calories per day to really lose weight. And I have goals in mind for travel and looking better. If I take it nice and slow, dropping 400 calories from my dietary intake needed to MAINTAIN this fabulous figure, it will be 22 months to get to my goal weight of 170lbs. OUCH. My maintenance caloric intake is 2200 calories. Wow, I am burning a lot of wasted calories on coffee and crap.
So today I make better choices and truly note how many calories are going down the hatch.
Threw my scales out last night only to fish them out of the garbage this morning. Duh, the scales are not lying and b/c the plastic is broken, it does not mean the scales are wrong.
So sissy la la. Let’s get this done this year. We must stop abusing ourselves. We are not getting younger and more wrinkles are appearing around my eyes.
Wendy
From: Amy
Sent: Tuesday, January 12, 2010 11:45 AM
To: Wendy
Subject: RE: Come to Jesus Meeting Held Last Night
I am in!! How can we support each other? Documenting our food/beverage intake and reporting to one another? Take our measurements monthly and chart? Cook for each other? Plan a week's meals separately and then swap menus? Photograph ourselves in swimwear with our cell phones and send weekly to the other?
XO,Amy
From: Wendy
To: Amy
Date: Tue, 12 Jan 2010 12:24:03 -0800
Subject: RE: Come to Jesus Meeting Held Last Night
Well, you and I know that being accountable to ourselves hasn’t worked. Ready to publicly blog? I think that is what we need to do.
Can you spend 20 minutes per week blogging?
From: Amy
Sent: Tuesday, January 12, 2010 12:29 PM
To: WendySubject: RE: Come to Jesus Meeting Held Last Night
Yesssssss I can spend 20 minutes a week. Public ... like being fat hasn't been public. This makes me giggle a weird little embarrassed giggle.
Amy
From: Wendy
To: Amy
Date: Tue, 12 Jan 2010 12:31:14 -0800
Subject: RE: Come to Jesus Meeting Held Last Night
LOL. Right. Try video conferencing. That’s unnerving.
What’s the title of our blog. Whatcha wanna call it? http://www.likebeingfatisnotpublic.blogspot.com/ ?
From: Amy
Sent: Tuesday, January 12, 2010 12:36 PM
To: Wendy
Subject: RE: Come to Jesus Meeting Held Last Night
LOVE IT!!!
From: Wendy
To: AmyDate: Tue, 12 Jan 2010 12:39:18 -0800
Subject: RE: Come to Jesus Meeting Held Last Night
Okay. I'll get it done tonight. And then to make this public we send the link to friends and family. We post photos of ourselves now, and whatever else is gonna make this happen this year.
And so Amy and Wendy's personal struggle becomes public. Although it's been public all along.
Signing off- Wendy
To: Amy
Date: Tue, 12 Jan 2010 10:01:47 -0800Subject: Come to Jesus Meeting Held Last Night
I had a bit of a “come to Jesus meeting” with myself. Went online to look at a weight loss calculator and realized that I need to reduce calorie intake to 15-1800 calories per day to really lose weight. And I have goals in mind for travel and looking better. If I take it nice and slow, dropping 400 calories from my dietary intake needed to MAINTAIN this fabulous figure, it will be 22 months to get to my goal weight of 170lbs. OUCH. My maintenance caloric intake is 2200 calories. Wow, I am burning a lot of wasted calories on coffee and crap.
So today I make better choices and truly note how many calories are going down the hatch.
Threw my scales out last night only to fish them out of the garbage this morning. Duh, the scales are not lying and b/c the plastic is broken, it does not mean the scales are wrong.
So sissy la la. Let’s get this done this year. We must stop abusing ourselves. We are not getting younger and more wrinkles are appearing around my eyes.
Wendy
From: Amy
Sent: Tuesday, January 12, 2010 11:45 AM
To: Wendy
Subject: RE: Come to Jesus Meeting Held Last Night
I am in!! How can we support each other? Documenting our food/beverage intake and reporting to one another? Take our measurements monthly and chart? Cook for each other? Plan a week's meals separately and then swap menus? Photograph ourselves in swimwear with our cell phones and send weekly to the other?
XO,Amy
From: Wendy
To: Amy
Date: Tue, 12 Jan 2010 12:24:03 -0800
Subject: RE: Come to Jesus Meeting Held Last Night
Well, you and I know that being accountable to ourselves hasn’t worked. Ready to publicly blog? I think that is what we need to do.
Can you spend 20 minutes per week blogging?
From: Amy
Sent: Tuesday, January 12, 2010 12:29 PM
To: WendySubject: RE: Come to Jesus Meeting Held Last Night
Yesssssss I can spend 20 minutes a week. Public ... like being fat hasn't been public. This makes me giggle a weird little embarrassed giggle.
Amy
From: Wendy
To: Amy
Date: Tue, 12 Jan 2010 12:31:14 -0800
Subject: RE: Come to Jesus Meeting Held Last Night
LOL. Right. Try video conferencing. That’s unnerving.
What’s the title of our blog. Whatcha wanna call it? http://www.likebeingfatisnotpublic.blogspot.com/ ?
From: Amy
Sent: Tuesday, January 12, 2010 12:36 PM
To: Wendy
Subject: RE: Come to Jesus Meeting Held Last Night
LOVE IT!!!
From: Wendy
To: AmyDate: Tue, 12 Jan 2010 12:39:18 -0800
Subject: RE: Come to Jesus Meeting Held Last Night
Okay. I'll get it done tonight. And then to make this public we send the link to friends and family. We post photos of ourselves now, and whatever else is gonna make this happen this year.
And so Amy and Wendy's personal struggle becomes public. Although it's been public all along.
Signing off- Wendy
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