Day Twenty-Eight

The morning is going along. Had a good breakfast and dinner last night was fine as well. I stepped on the scale this morning and it fluttered between 260 and 261 so it's moving down again. I would like to see 259 on Monday morning.
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I loved my lunch today. Met Elaine at A.J.'s and Don was there, eating alone, as well, so we all joined up together. I had scrambled eggs with fresh spinach and onions. No meat and no cheese. Did not miss it at all. Delish.

I also had some fruit with it and whole wheat toast, dry. It was the first fruit I've had in couple of weeks. I didn't realize how much I missed it. I enjoyed it better than I enjoyed the ice cream I had last week.

I'm feeling virtuous that I had the toast dry but really, there IS a reason why one butters one's toast. Dry toast is so hard to swallow. Duhhhh.
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Deb just walked in with a Starbucks latte. I love them plain, no sugar, no nothing, just luscious steamed milk and foam and coffee. No way I can say "thanks but no thanks". Yummmm.

Day Twenty-Seven

I was a solid, no flickering on the scale, 261 this morning. That's 14 lbs since June. I had veggie sausage patties (2) this morning and a stick of non-fat mozzarella cheese. Drinking coffee. Feeling satisfied. However . . .

I'm feeling very edgy this morning. Doesn't have anything to do with food. Did not sleep well. Had nightmares. Hate it when sleep is disrupted and leaves me feeling hung over in the morning. And darn, I didn't even have any fun arriving at that hung over feeling.

More later.

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Not feeling so edgy now. I posted my mood on Facebook and the good words came tumbling in. Thank God for good friends.

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soy bacon and cheese sticks. Not much but amazingly filling. I really have to go shopping.

Day Twenty-Six

I am feeling the slide. I am stalled and fluctuating between 261 and 263. I'm not eating a lot and am not picking but my choices are not adding up.

Yesterday I had my cheesy egg I can get at House of Java. It's two eggs and melted cheddar. It's basically an egg and cheese sandwich less the bread.

For lunch I had chili at A.J.'s but then ordered a piece of pumpkin pie. OK. I can live with the pumpkin pie as long as I have no more bread carbs today. So . . .

It's a cold and blustery day. Chili would be perfect for dinner so I made chili and corn muffins. I had TWO corn muffins. So much for carb control yesterday.

Today I flew out the door and all I've had is coffee. I'm hungry. It's 10:45. I will be leaving at noon for lunch at home. I'll just gut it out (no pun intended).

Day Twenty-Four

Morning and afternoon have slipped by. The weekend had a couple of small bumps but all is well. I'm sipping on a diet coke, enjoying the cold and fakely sweet fizz as it tickles its way down my throat.

There was no weight loss this week. Like a week ago, I think my body is just holding on to it. Then is drops a big kerplunk. Stay tuned. I am.

Day Twenty-one

I'm on track. Had coffee and ran around doing errands with Krista this morning. Then had breakfast of sausage links cut up and left over veggies mixed together to make a filling for an omelet. Sprinkled a little cheddar on the top and I was good to go.


I found myself eating rather quickly this morning and by the time I started slowing down there was only about three bites left. Had some coffee on the fly a little later.

Funny how all the plans of a day wash out. I had planned to go to a restorative yoga class today with Biene but then Biene called and she wasn't coming into town. Then I started waiting for Elaine to call and HER plans changed too. So much for doing anything, but, no matter. I mended Krista's beading on a favorite t-shirt of hers and since I was on a mending roll, I also fixed the tear in a crocheted tablecloth. I used invisible thread to mend the hole and that, as they say, was that. They both took less than an hour tooay but I waited months to do them. I think my guardian angel's name is "When the Spirit Moves Me".

Dinner was turkey leftover from last night, yams, and salad with tomatoes, radishes, and cucumbers. Blue cheese dressing topped it. I think we are going out later to have a dish of ice cream.

End of day one of my three-day weekend. Feeling good.

Day Twenty - Morning

This morning I was reflecting on my weight loss efforts since June and it occurred to me that I've actually lost 11!!!! pounds since I first start this.  It was in June, when I weighted 273, that I decided to try lapband surgery.  One of the requirements (by my insurance) was to lose 10% of my weight before surgery.  This, supposedly, would show that I was serious.   Well, I WAS serious and lossing 27 lbs wasn't going to prove that.  The turn-off was all the other stuff I learned about the surgery. 

Knowing that I've actually lost 11 lbs overall makes me feel a whole lot better and inspired to push through the next three days. I'm coming up on the first of my goal breakers.  I tend to lose steam with weigh loss at three weeks.  Things start falling apart for me. I start making excuses to myself and say this or that won't hurt me.  Well, that is not going to happen this time.

Morning - I had breakfast.  Yay!!  Two eggs and soy sausage.  Morningside is much better than that other brand I had.  I'm working on a second cup of coffee with half & half.  Then that will be it for coffee until later this afternoon when Deb (my boss) tends to put on a pot of decaf.

Lunch is past and decaf is brewing.
I went to A.J.s for lunch again.  I had to revisit that salad from a couple of days ago.  Not so great the second time around.  Different hands, different days.  I also had the toasted garlic bread this time.  No carbs tonight.  That will be my only obvious carb for the day.

More to come but before you go, I hope you will take a moment to enjoy this very funny story that Jeanne sent to me.  Perhaps you've seen it elsewhere (I had) but it is well worth reading again.

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A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM


This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine.

Dear Diary,

For my birthday this year, my Husband (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me.

Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My husband seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
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MONDAY:

Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!

Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!

Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!
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TUESDAY:

I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mil e. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole new life for me.
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WEDNESDAY:

The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.

Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying..

My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it wouldhelp me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other shit too.
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THURSDAY:

Asshole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late - it took me that long to tie my shoes. He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny bitch to find me. Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
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FRIDAY:

I hate that bastard Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of mybody I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it.

Christo wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, d on't hand me the damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.

The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coachor the choir director?
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SATURDAY:

Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
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SUNDAY:

I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!
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TUESDAY:

I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air
then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mil e. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole new life for me.
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WEDNESDAY:

The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on th counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.

Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying..

My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolet by elevators? Christo told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other shit too.
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THURSDAY:

Asshole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late - it took me that long to tie my shoes. He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny bitch to find me.

Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
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FRIDAY:

I hate that bastard Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it.

Christo wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, d on't hand me the damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.

The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
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SATURDAY:

Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
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SUNDAY:

I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!

Day Nineteen and I'm NOT hungry

    Photo from Doug McLellan. Breakfast on the Fly

So - I did my usual flying out the door again this morning.  No breakfast, not even on the fly.  It's now 1:40 p.m. and I have not left for lunch yet but not by chance.  I had to hang around to get hold of my student assistant.  But, now that I've connected with him and message is delivered, I find that I'm not one bit hungry.  Go figure.  I have a boatload of work to do.  I'm going to just keep on working.

Tammy S. - if you see this you can freely yell at me.  I know you are right but I'm just not hungry.