Welcome to our second installment of Weight! Loss! Wednesday!, where exclamation points run amuck and strangers around the world come to witness Frema blab about the junk in her trunk and pose for "before" pictures modeling generic aerobic gear and black dress socks. If you're looking for HOTT, my friends, you've come to the right place.
Let's get down to business.
LAST WEEK'S WEIGHT: 139 137 (?)
CURRENT WEIGHT: 135
Remember when I said I bought a cheapy scale from Target to monitor my progress? Well, I neglected to mention it was an analog scale, a contraption that abandons state-of-the-art digital technology in favor of the traditional white reading window, black number wheel, and little red arrow. It didn't bother me too much because it was only six dollars, and the digital scales were twenty dollars, and I liked that I could own a scale I never wanted to own in the first place and still have fourteen dollars in my wallet. Hypothetical dollars, as the total was charged to my credit card, but still. A smart purchase nonetheless.
For the inaugural WLW edition, I weighed myself in the privacy of Luke's and my bathroom wearing nothing but the skin I was born in, and according to the scale, I weighed 139 pounds. Since the scale is mechanical and therefore All Knowing, I took it at its word and scheduled my goals accordingly.
This morning, I had a hard time reading the scale and requested Luke's assistance. "137," he reported at first but frowned when my Big Foots reconnected with the tile floor. Together we peered at the reading window and noticed the little red arrow was leaning two pounds toward the right. He made some adjustments and told me to try again.
"134."
As much as I wanted it to be true, I knew that was wrong, too. Such a significant weight loss would've been much more noticeable, and yeah, my slacks were a little loose, but they weren't falling off the ass or anything, you know? So he did some more adjusting and told me to try once more.
"135."
I still wasn't convinced until he explained that if the scale was effing up today, it most likely effed up last week, too, which means my weight was closer to 137, which means I've lost two pounds up through today. Not too shabby for a girl who digested the following health hazards over the course of three days:
- Chocolate cake
- Baker's Square banana cream pie
- Steak tacos
- Tortilla chips
- A Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey milkshake (Like their half-cup, eighteen-grams-of-fat ice cream wasn't evil enough? Why does God hate me so?)
- Butterburger, fries, and chocolate-chip cookie dough concrete mixer courtesy of Culvers
My saving grace has been the pre-work fitness routine, which I've continued to follow to the letter. I never thought I'd enjoy exercising in the morning as much as I do. It's painful for the first three minutes after the alarm rings, but by the time I've turned on the Cobalt's ignition, visions of the treadmill's mile counter increasing in point-one increments are dancing in my head, and I can't get to the Y fast enough.
My downfall has been the fatigue, which hits right after lunch time every day without fail, even on the non-morning-work-out days. This could possibly be attributed to the fact that I'm still not slipping under the covers until midnight, leaving me with roughly five hours of sleep on which to function.
H2O intake has been decent. I don't meet my goal every day, but based on the water jug I suck on during work hours, the various juices I drink at night, and the percentage of my afternoons spent in the company john, it's safe to say I'm sufficiently hydrated.
So, overall, things are going well. The biggest challenge will be to cut back on the amount of fatty foods I continue to gravitate to, a challenge I've struggled with my entire life. When you grow up with four other kids in a house where money and treats are often scarce, there's no such thing as restraint. Restraint means your siblings scarfing down five of the six fruit snacks packets, half the Oreos, and all of the drum sticks, and you'll be left with nothing, so you better eat it while you can. Why I continue to have this mindset ten years later, when the only other person occupying my living space is a man who could go an entire month abstaining from all three of those "nutritional" groups, is a mystery to me. Much like America's obsession with MySpace and James Blunt.
I used to exercise before work, at 5 a.m. You're right- getting up is the worst part. After that I kind of enjoyed being out in the world when it was still relatively quiet.:)
Posted by: Liz | November 15, 2006 at 05:31 PM
Congratulations! Also, Culvers. Mmmmm. I stopped in for a ButterBurger (with cheese! and the works!) and chocolate shake on my way back to Chicago Saturday evening. It's been almost a year since I've been there, and, damn, yo, I'd forgotten just how tasty they are.
Posted by: Dawnie | November 15, 2006 at 05:42 PM
You go girl! Two lbs. is excellent. I told you working out in the morning was fabulous. (Or maybe I didn't but I meant to.) The fatigue after lunch thing will get better with time. I promise. Your body will adjust to waking up so early and your energy will increase by the day and before you know it, you won't be tired around 2:00 or so. (But also, yeah, getting to bed before midnight would probably help.)
Posted by: Silly Hily | November 15, 2006 at 06:16 PM
Congrats on the weight loss! My weigh-in days are on Friday morning so we'll see if I lost anything in a couple of days. Two lbs is great!
Posted by: Marriage-101 | November 15, 2006 at 06:18 PM
woohoo! fabulous job! i, too, have one of those analogue scales. but it was left here in the house when i moved in, so i wasn't going to complain. that was one more thing i didn't have to buy. :)
keep up the great work!
Posted by: Judy | November 15, 2006 at 06:23 PM
You go! Frema!!!! I'm with you with "eat half the bag of [fill in favorite name of high sugar, high fat treat here] before anyone gets to it. I still don't (can't?) allow Lil' Debbies in the house... Nutty Bars, Oatmeal Pies... I cannot be trusted.
Keep it up G-friend!
Posted by: Number Twelve | November 15, 2006 at 06:48 PM
2 pounds is great! I have to tell you when I woke up this morning I was excited because it was WLW! You are doing awesome. Keep up the good work.
Posted by: Lindsey | November 15, 2006 at 11:09 PM
Way to go! You're doing awesome! Keep up the good work.
Lame comment, eh? Wish I had something more motivational to say.
Posted by: Britt | November 15, 2006 at 11:44 PM
Yay! I'm so happy for you! I like WLW's! It's also pleasing to know that with enough exercise, one can still lose weight and have the occasional culver's binge. :)
Posted by: Stacey | November 16, 2006 at 01:12 AM
Go Frema go! You can do it!
I say this, of course, after I just finished writing my WLW entry, and my husband showed up with a pound of Fannie Mae. GAHHHH!
Posted by: Lost A Sock | November 16, 2006 at 02:16 AM
Good job! The gym work makes the body burn fuel all the time, not just during the work time. Your are on your way towards your goals. Joy.
Posted by: daddy d | November 16, 2006 at 02:49 AM
Kick some weight loss butt, Frema!!
Posted by: Art Nerd Lauren | November 16, 2006 at 03:03 AM
I'm trying to visit as many of the NaBloPoMo blogs as I can and I thought I'd say hi, I liked your blog.. :) I had deja vu reading it and then I realised someone linked to you and I have been here before.. hehe I agree how can anyone say Family Ties was cheesy? I loved that show.. :)
Posted by: Snoskred | November 16, 2006 at 05:12 AM
WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE. CHUNKY MONKEY COMES IN MILKSHAKE FORM? WHY DID I NOT KNOW THIS??
Posted by: Erika | November 16, 2006 at 05:58 PM
i find myself sucking in my gut everytime i weigh myself. i know it does nothing, and yet i continue to do it.
Posted by: craziasian | November 17, 2006 at 02:25 AM