My, Have We All Fallen Behind...

No posts in almost two weeks?  My goodness, my gracious, my heavens, my word....what could it be.... it's an elephant-bird!  (Okay, yeah, that was probably completely inappropriate.  Sue me.)

I think I'm going to have to break down and see a doctor about my leg.  It hurts a little worse each week after dance.  Friday, after walking two hours, it hurt enough that I bought some potassium over the weekend.  I've been taking potassium and Advil like it's going out of style at appropriate intervals throughout the day. 

Now I've come home from dance to a dog also hobbling through the house, unable to put weight on one of his legs.  He looks pitiful.

On the weight-front, I'm down to about 220.  I came in yesterday afternoon and got on the scale, expecting it to say 225+, but it was at 222.  I figure if I had a morning weigh-in, before eating and whatnot, it should be around 220.  I guess I need to actually say that.  This said, of course, after I had an apple for breakfast, then a patty melt and onion rings with ranch for lunch.  Now, on the upside, I didn't eat half of the patty melt until dinner, and that's all I had.  I haven't even raided the ice cream.  (You should see the freezer....)

I need to exercise more.  Really, I do.  But, to exercise, this muscle that's likely sprained is going to have to get better. 

Oh...

The recital theme is "numbers".  We may be dancing to "Love Potion No. 9."  If you've got any ideas for number-themed music that adults can dance to....speak!  And soon!

The Lure of the Scale

I have promised (on several occasions) to hide my scales. Every time I enter the bathroom, they call my name. The absolute lure of standing on the scales is beyond me. Okay...see...this is what I did...I ate a hamburger. A homemade juicy hamburger. With cheese. And pickles. Plus tomatoes, onions, and condiments: ketchup, mustard, and mayo. Not to mention, I ate fries. It was glorious. I reveled in every bite. Then...I had to pee pee. So, while I'm in the bathroom, where do my eyes fall? On the scales! As an overweight person, it is customary for me to strip down before I step on the scales...so, I did. Why the hell did I weigh in various spots in the bathroom only to read 270.6 at each weigh-in? What had I done?!?

My mind took on a whirlwind of images, including seeing myself on camera, unchanged. Now, I have had to regroup and get myself back on the path to doing the right thing. Today, when I weighed, it was down to 264.4...can you say "sigh of relief"? Anyway, I have...no MUST...remember the ultimate goal...to lose weight and learn how to eat without going overboard. Sure, I could have had the hamburger, but it should have been half the size of what I made it.

There are about three weeks left in this adventure...and I hope to lose more weight. I admit, I have been a bitch to my trainers: Kirby and Marques. The whole experience has taken me to a limit that I didn't think possible. Had you told me two months ago, I would do four sets of fifteent to twenty squats, I would have laughed in your face. Look at me, now.

Ladies, I have not been representing you all that well; however, these last three weeks, I will make sure to give it 100% without complaining (realize I am wearing a smirk and rolling my eyes.)

Peace

Did You Ever Notice....

....How pizza never seems to fill you up?  Or is that just me?  Of course, in the time it takes me to eat two slices, my child (God love her) has eaten half the pizza.  So far, she doesn't show it.  If there's anything that I hope for my child, it's that she never loses the ability to eat whatever and never show signs of it.

This morning, the scale said 221.4.  I think that officially puts me down 5 pounds since this started in, what...the beginning of August?  5 pounds for 2 months?  Is that good?  Down is down, right?  Better to be 5 pounds down than 5 pounds up, right?  Really need to get on it for October, though!  Let's go, October!!