Weekly Weigh-In: Week 9

Well peeps.

It's been 9 weeks.

9 weeks of exercise,

9 weeks of dieting,

9 weeks of yada yada yada.

But I'm proud to say that after 9 weeks, I've lost 12.6 lbs.

Nothing amazing.

But it's better than nothing.

And considering that I'm pretty sure I have a stress fracture in my foot and I haven't been able to run in 3 weeks, I'll take it.

And if you're really only here for the pictures and the numbers, then here you go:

Business and a Bum Foot

Sorry it's been so long.

Not that any of you noticed.

Things here have been a little (read: ALOT) crazy.

I've been doing things like painting.

And laundry.

And unpacking from vacation.

(Yes, it does take a good week and a half when you have 2 little ones. AT LEAST)

But I thought I would explain (read: whine) why there wasn't even a weigh in post for the last two weeks.

Two weeks ago I was on vacation with no scale.

And last week, despite my best efforts, I only lost .2 lbs.

Like Woah.

Forreal.

I cried, I'll admit it.

As of Saturday, I've been at this for 7 weeks (not including vacation week) and I've lost 8.2 lbs.

Depressing much?

Wait. It gets worse.

Apparently, last week in my efforts to PUSH myself, I hurt my foot.

And the pain is indicative of a minor stress fracture.

Which might not be a big deal, if I didn't have such a difficult time losing weight.

And if my primary forms of exercise didn't put a ton of pressure on my feet.

So now we improvise.

I started pilates on Monday.

But that burns all of 150 calories per hour.

I'm pretty sure that sneezing burns more calories than pilates....

So I borrowed a bike to try to get in some extra cardio.

And for the last two days, I've been painting.

Which is seriously way more of a workout than I remember.

All that to say, it's been a rough couple of weeks.

And in case you are interested in seeing the beginnings if baby girl's nursery...

In case you ever wondered...

What 8 lbs looks like...

Weekly Weigh In: Week 6

Let me ask you something...

Are holidays hard for you?

Cause they rock my little world.

Especially when I spend them with my mother in law who puts Paula Deen to shame.

Or my friend Kathy, who seriously makes me gain weight just by looking at her food.

But that's no excuse.

Despite the fact that I am dedicated to this goal, I still skipped a workout on Monday.

And I did enjoy a little too much guacamole...

So, at the end of the week, I should be glad to see any weight loss right?

But I'm discouraged....

At the end of week 6, I'm only down .8

And I'm on my way to the beach for a week....

Which obviously implies nothing but ice cream and cookie dough, right?

Or is that just me?

I could seriously use some encouragement this week!

Who's up for the challenge?

In the meantime, for those of you who only care about the bottom line...

6 weeks and 8 lbs.

How Bad Do You Want It?

I'm Fat.

Or chubby.

Or round, if you will...

Basically, I have extra layers where I am not supposed to.

And basically, I want it gone...

You know that by now, right???

And for the record, I want to see this number on my scale

But last time I checked, this was the number I was seeing.

That's a good 35 lbs apart...

I want to be able to wear shorts without having to worry about the overhang...on top and bottom.

But how badly do I want it?

Let me just tell you...

I want it bad enough to make a date with Jillian twice a week.

I want it bad enough to go running on vacation.

I want it bad enough to skip the temptations that await me in my freezer.

I want it bad enough to shame myself by posting my weight - my ACTUAL weight - on Facebook every week.

And I want it bad enough to ruin my pedicure by shoving my feet into sneakers 5 days a week.

How bad do you want it???

Groupie

Not sure if I mentioned it, but we made a quick trip home this weekend.

Home, as in Delaware home.

Not to be confused with Virginia home or Georgia home.

And surprisingly enough, considering what a quick trip this was, we got to see a heck of alot of people.

One of which is my most loyal blog reader.

Bless her heart.

All the boring blogging I'm doing these days and she still reads.

So here's a shout out to my groupie.

You are my hero in more ways than you know!

Thanks for sticking by me when everyone else forgets!

Weekly Weigh-In: Week 4

Technically, this is my 5th weigh in. But it's OFFICIALLY the end of my 4th week of dieting.

 And let me tell you something, a month has brought me a LOOOOONG way. Admittedly, the first week was a struggle.

 But then again, I went from eating whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it

(breastfeeding turns me into Animal from the Muppet Babies)

To eating a reasonable amount of HEALTHY food every day.

 That would be a shock to anyone's system.

 And I've upped my game on the exercise scene. 

Jillian has once again entered into my life with all her talky-talkiness and butt-busting moves.

And little by little, I'm seeing change. Improvement. Strength.

Even if my midsection has more wobble than Granny's pineapple jello mold.

As a general recap, this is how I started out.

Weighing in at 179.

And today, at the end of week 4, this is where we are at:

Weighing in at:

That's 5.6 lbs in 4 weeks.

Nothing amazing, but still an average of 1.4 lbs per week.

I'm not down a dress size yet, but soon.

I can feel it.

I believe it.

According to one of my nursing friends, I should start to notice it pick up soon as it takes a good month for your body to adjust to the new regimen before it will start shedding the pounds.

I know.

Laugh.

But you can't blame a girl for hoping.

It's a journey, I know that by now.

No one ever gets there if they don't start SOMEWHERE.

This isn't the Biggest Loser gym.

 This is my living room.

With 2 babies.

But I refuse to get discouraged.

Because 1.4 lbs a week will still get me there.

After all, "it's not a race, it's a marathon"