Last week I weighed in at 160.6 and this week I weigh in at
And I had a lovely chat with my brother while I took this picture. Sue me, I'm going out of town tomorrow so I was multi-tasking all day. Also, my lovely sister-in-law gave me this shirt for my birthday a few years ago. T-shirts are the only thing I can fit into. I gave away all of my pants (almost literally) and every shirt I had that was large or extra large. My mom and dad are coming in town next week and my mom is taking me shopping for stuff that fits. I got a heads up about a job offer, and I think I have more coming. I have lost a total of 21.6 pounds. I've got a hard working husband and beautiful children. I am Feeling Good.
I really should be sleeping, considering I woke up at 5:00 to feed a hungry baby and have an interview at 9:30, but I'm too excited. And I think that Jay Cafe sweet tea gave me a little leftover caffeine boost :) Good thing Peyton doesn't seem to be affected by caffeine like Brooklyn was. I seriously sat up with her, wide awake, at 3 months old saying, "Why is this girl still awake?" *SLURP* Oh... Coke. Duh. Science is interesting.
Why am I so excited? In addition to watching Soundsation put on their BEST performance to date last night (to a standing ovation, no less) and having two interviews this week (one which went extremely well and the other which, as I said before, is later this morning), today is Friday. And that can only mean one thing.
Last week I weighed in at 163 pounds and this week I weigh in at
And rocking the Cookie Monster shirt. You know dat's right.
I feel like this is one of the biggest week to week changes I've had. I'll have to do all my measurements later to figure out where it all went from exactly, but I'm really happy.
A reminder: I started this 13 weeks ago at 181 pounds. That makes a total loss of 20.4 pounds, a weekly loss of 2.4 pounds, an average weight loss of 1.6 pounds per week over the past 13 weeks. If I continue that average, I'll reach my goal weight of 130 on or around Brooklyn's 3rd birthday in early October. THAT'S AWESOME.
And all of this weight loss is still almost entirely Weight Watchers. I am doing a 30-day Ab Challenge thanks to Alicia Trimble, who is kind of my weight loss hero now. It took me a while to get started, I'll admit. I did day one at least three times before I ever moved on to day two because I couldn't remember to be in the habit of meeting everyday's challenges. And they are getting challenging for sure. This may sound dumb, but am I doing situps wrong if I can feel just as much of a burn in my thighs as I can my abs?
Weight Watchers is really good about setting short-term goals. You know, eating the elephant in small bites or whatever that analogy is. I'm thankful for it, because looking at 50 pounds I needed to lose square in the face seemed daunting, but I've already lost over 20, so what's 30 more? I got this!
(Just kidding... 30 pounds to lose all at once still seems scarily impossible, but I know it isn't!) The great news today is that I've passed my 10% milestone, which means I've lost 10% of my starting weight. Didn't seem like a big deal to me until I read this. I encourage you to go read the entire thing, but in a nutshell, if you're overweight, losing just 10% of your starting weight can lower your cholesterol, lower your blood pressure, minimize the risk of type 2 diabetes, give you more energy and motivation. And while I LOVE to hear people tell me that I look good (who doesn't want to hear that?) this article was a great reminder that my looks are totally secondary to my health, and I'm doing a good job :)
I am sad that my favorite skirt doesn't fit me anymore. Oh well. Bittersweet, I suppose :)
I lost a pound this week. From 164 to 163. Photo to come whenever I can find my camera cable. Yes, there are some of us who don't own an iPhone or know how to use instagram. I still own a real video camera too, in case you're interested. And a computer that has a CD drive, which I hear is going out of style, which boggles my mind.
I'm not really interested in talking weight loss today, because I've been way too concerned with other things. For one, my house is a disaster area and I'm close to losing my mind over not knowing how or when to clean it. Every pinterest board that has ideas for deep cleaning your house 30 minutes a day... how does one find the time when both children are in bed to clean? And when that time comes around, how do I justify giving it to the baseboards instead of my husband? And oh yeah, where does the energy come to do that? I'm losing weight AND breastfeeding... I think I'm losing more than my fair share of energy.
Another thing is that we've all been sick lately, and Brooklyn is the toughest. My sore throat and allergies are gone, Peyton's cold is all gone but the occasional (I never can spell that word right on the first go-around) cough, but Brooklyn's has been the toughest. At the risk of parental overshare, I'll just say that her digestive system just hasn't worked right over the past few months. She was put on a probiotic over a month ago, and it didn't really seem to help much. In fact, over the past week or two it seemed to be getting worse, so another trip to the doctor was in store for us this week. Doc pulls one of these, "And lay off dairy for a while" things, which, to Brooklyn, as to Brian Regan, spells out "and no more happiness!" Poor kid. After 5 days of being lactose free, it's 99% positive that she's lactose intolerant. Now, for me being lactose intolerant, it's no big deal. I don't like butter, milk, sour cream, yogurt, cream cheese or even cheese. I suck it up when I eat chocolate and ice cream and hope for the best. For the most part I've outgrown the worst of it. But my poor little girl... I can't tell you how many times she's asked for milk, ice cream, pizza and macaroni and cheese already this week. I know a few dairy substitutes (almond milk, margarine, breyer's lactose free vanilla ice cream which is AMAZING) but I'd love to hear what everyone else does for the rest. When she's older she can decide which things are worth getting sick for, but while we're potty training, I, nor the carpet, can handle dairy in Brooklyn's diet. The End. No more gross poop stuff, I promise. Just another piece of the stressed out puzzle.
Peyton rolled over from his back to his stomach today. In fact, he's been laying down next to me since I started writing this post and has already gone in a 360 degree circle. And I type 90+ words a minute, so yeah... he's fast already. He's stressing me out just thinking of all the stuff he's going to be getting into starting, like, tomorrow.
And then there's work, or rather, a lack thereof. Today I magically managed to get two kids to nap at the same time long enough to send out 17 emails. Yes, you read that right. 17 emails, one to each principal at the four LCISD schools, the four KISD schools I've applied for jobs at, the eight FBISD schools with vacancies I want to fill and Wharton HS. And I called the certification office and figured out why my two recent tests hadn't been added to my certification yet: I have to request that they be added. Have you ever heard of something so ridiculous? Of course I took those tests for my own personal benefit- I never DREAMED of trying to get a job based on my certification test. I just LOVE taking 100 question multiple choice tests and then writing an essay on a dead poet. In the words of the Monday Night Football crew, C'mon man! It's absurd that I had to pay $120 to take the test, then get my test results, and then have to pay another $77 to have my certification refiled after I requested my test results to be added. Just silly, and made me feel dumb. I hope I haven't lost out on a job opportunity because schools thought I was lying about my certification. There's a job fair for one district tomorrow, so I looked up when a couple others were... um, they already happened? Way to go for letting me know. Oh, you didn't advertise it? Why? More interested in filling the positions than in actually sorting through hundreds of applicants? Too bad- that's what you should do. Due diligence. I may be better than that person you happened to hear from first. Meet me! If I applied for multiple positions and have sent you follow up emails EVERY WEEK, don't you think you should send me a little shout out saying, Hey! Why don't you come to our job fair? You're obviously interested and we WANT someone who wants to work for us. Or at least post it on the FRONT PAGE OF YOUR WEBSITE. Don't make me google it to see if you've held a job fair already. It should not be secret. You won't get the best teachers that way.
And then I watched "Up" tonight with Brooklyn (and Peyton, after he woke up from his late nap). I wept, like always, when Ellie died, and Brooklyn looked at me and said, "That's so sad". I agreed. It reminded me that I've got a wonderful husband who I shouldn't take for granted. And holding Brooklyn while she said she was scared, watching her face light up when she saw that giant swarm of balloons rise above the house for the first time, and hearing her understand so much of the story ("Oh no, that bad guy!") and her attention to detail ("Where'd that little boy's hat go?") I had so much fun that I don't really care about all the rest of the crap that happened today. God let me have a wonderful family- a husband, a daughter and a son, all of whom love me more than I can imagine. Things will work out. I'm just going to hold everyone a little longer and trust that everything will work out. There are plenty worse health issues we could have, and we could be in a worse place financially... at least Brandon has a job, and he works hard at it and makes me proud. Everything will be alright. I've said my piece and I'm moving on.
I'm surprised at all of you. Here it is, Monday morning, and I did not get ONE message over the past four days questioning where my weigh-in post was. Tsk tsk!
I had to weigh in a day early this week to make sure I was on my own scale. We drove to Dallas on Thursday night to see both mine and Brandon's parents, grandparents and siblings. It was mother's day, my sister's birthday and my Grandmother and Grandaddy who live in Alabama were in town, so it was a busy but wonderful weekend.
So, since I knew I was going to be in Dallas I weighed in early, but didn't have time to blog about it. I also weighed myself on Brandon's parents scale on Friday morning, but found a four pound difference between theirs and mine. Hmm. As much as I would like to believe I lost 4.2 pounds last week, the truth is that last week I weighed in at 164.2 pounds and this week I weighed in at
for a loss of .2 pounds.
I am okay with this. Really, I am. Last week had some classic Tracey behavior (buying and eating raw cookie dough) which caused me to use not only all of my daily points Saturday-Friday, but also all my weekly points and my activity points. Oh, and like 10 points over that. I hadn't gone over my points yet since I started WW, so I didn't even know what it would do in the system. It's amazing how that bright red negative sign makes you feel so bad :( Colors and psychology, I tell ya.
Last week told me a lot about myself, specifically that 1)I have close to no self-control. I can't have cookies in the house, period. And 2)I eat my feelings. Peyton does a really good job of sleeping if I hold him and rock him to sleep. I mean, he'll sleep all night that way. If I put him in his crib to learn to put himself to sleep, he instead will cry himself AWAKE. We're talking I let him cry for an hour to an hour and a half and when I finally give in, he's WAY more awake than he was when I first put him down. And there's little to no chance of calming him down in a reasonable amount of time. Almost everything the pediatrician told me to do for Brooklyn worked. She was able to sleep through the night at 6 weeks and in her own bed crying herself to sleep for 2-3 minutes at 2 months old. Easiest baby ever. Peyton is different. I can't do all the same things with him, though I'm trying to because I KNOW they work. But they don't work for everybody. All this is to say that I ate a lot of cookie dough while he cried in his crib. My body doesn't know how to shut down if my kids are crying, so I couldn't sleep last week while we tried once again to sleep train. Hence the lot and lot and lot of cookies, cookie dough and extra points. Depression=the need for chocolate. Needless to say, I am going to rock my son to sleep and love every minute of it. End of discussion.
Hopefully I can have a more significant weight loss this week. We'll see. I'm just glad I got to eat fried chicken, pizza and steak this weekend while still supposedly being on a diet. Weight Watchers is amazing.
Last week I was slightly disheartened by the fact that I had gained a little bit of weight, but then my cousin Bonny reminded me about water weight after a splurging night out. With that in the back of my mind, I noticed little things as I went about my business during the week, like how I had to go one notch more on my belt, or how I easily fit into my favorite red dress (size 12) last night for the choir banquet. I knew today was going to be a great weigh-in day.
I was right :)
Last week I weighed in at 167.4, and today I weighed in at
for a weekly weight loss of 3.2 pounds and a total loss of 16.8 pounds. WHAT UP.
I am skinnier than I have been in 3 years. I feel cute again. And when I was getting dressed last night for the banquet, Brooklyn so sincerely told me, "Oh Mommy, beautiful!" which just made me tear up. As I was leaving, Brandon told me to have fun but to be careful not to pick up any guys. Luckily he knows that high school boys and choir dads just don't do it for me :)
Of course, I have to remember that it isn't all about looks, or I could go one of two extremes: either quit right now because hey, I'm skinnier than I have been in 3 years and my daughter and husband think I'm beautiful so my work is done right? No. So, since it's so easy to lose weight, I should just continue to do this for the rest of my life and see how small I can get, right? No. Though I can see how easy it would be to get obsessed with health, weight loss and exercise on both ends of the spectrum. I think it's going to get harder as I go along because I'm going to have to keep focused on the goal of being healthy but not going overboard. There's still a long way to go, but I am feeling good! And even if it isn't all about looks, it sure does feel good to have someone tell you that you're pretty :) Girls need that every once in a while.