I’ve been at a plateau weight for weeks, and I’m having a REALLY hard time motivating to exercise tonight. All I have to do is go downstairs and hit the stairmaster for 30 minutes, and all I want to do is curl up in front of the woodstove with a book (it’s snowing.)
Sigh.
Weighed in today at 184.6. 0.4 pound loss. Better than I expected, seeing as how I had chocolate chip French Toast and Cold Stone ice cream on Sunday. Yay, me!
I lost 1.5 lbs this week.
Currently at 175, goal is 143. I’m in size 14 jeans now, I want to get back into my 10s & 12s that are patiently waiting in my closet.
I have been using a pedometer to track my daily steps, I love this little gadget.
PS - I turned down the really-yummy-looking cinnamon rolls that a co-worker brought in today. I ate a 100 calorie pack and coffee instead. 
212, another pound from last week, 31½ since the start of the year. Slow going now!
I reached under my original goal today! I’d set out to go to 175, starting at 224. This morning I weighed in at 174, a loss of 50 pounds, but my new goal is 168.
I’m kind of anal about numbers, and that would mean I’d lost exactly 25% of my original body weight.
That’s fantastic news! Congratulations!
I’m actually a pound above my original goal weight (170). I’m really struggling. My current goal weight is 160, but who knows if I’ll ever hit it. I’ll be ok with 165.
Well done Baker.
I’m like Malacandra - the going has got harder. I have been stuck at around 100kg for a couple of weeks. Every time I think I have it cracked, I bounce up again. I have upped my workouts a bit and my belt is getting looser, so I hope (self-delusion maybe?) that I am converting to muscle. I didn’t want to do that, but if it happens, it happens. I’ll keep plodding on, and expect to see more weight loss - I certainly have not changed my diet, and it is pretty calorie lean.
Si
high five
I’m not actually stuck yet, but I’m definitely getting into the hard yards now. For months I’ve been hoping to be 14 stone (196 pounds) by my birthday at the end of May, and that is now looking like it’s not going to happen. Better run the ruler over what I’m eating and how much exercise I’m taking, I guess. I couldn’t hope to keep losing three pounds a week like I was at the start (or more, in the first few weeks) and I’m glad I managed to shift so much while the good times lasted.
/peeks in
I changed jobs almost a year ago and went through some hardcore stress. I stopped working out routinely and felt so bad about it I stopped posting to the weight loss threads. Aaaaaannnnnddd inertia set in 
Can I come crawling back? I want to start working out again and this is me doing some serious begging for encouragement.
Totally randomly, I ran across Jimmy Kimmel interviewing* Charles Barkley, wherein Sir Charles was talking about having to lose 70 pounds to get back to his playing weight, from 330 down to 260. I think it was the single greatest thing I’ve ever seen on weight loss, seeing these two totally normal-sounding dudes, talking about how much it sucks to work out, and how fun it is to eat, and just… you know, acknowledging that it sucks.
Here’s the video; maybe it’s just that I’m tickled by seeing a professional athlete that has the same “I like pizza and my couch better than my Stairmaster” issue as I do.
So, here I am. I worked my butt off (not literally, but getting there!) two years ago and lost a total of 105 pounds, with another 80 left to go. I had some major life disruption and lost my “work out” block of time. Inertia set in, and though I never went back compulsive-eating, first I stopped counting calories and just estimated everything, then I stopped measuring portion sizes and just estimated everything, then I… well, so on and so forth, and eventually I stopped losing weight. It had been just… melting off me, and I got lazy, and it stopped going away, and now it’s creeping back.
I was scared to death to get on a scale, but I did yesterday at work, and I’ve only gained back a (large) handful of pounds, but I have gained. My pants that were falling off me without a belt are now snug, and my breasts are overflowing, and not in a nice way.
The thing is, it’s not so much the food issue as the exercise issue. See, I hate exercising. I mean, I love to exercise, but I hate to work out. I need to find creative ways to get my butt in motion. I’m an apprentice falconer and am temporarily without a bird to fly. Trapping season opens up mid-May, and I hereby resolve to lose ten pounds by the time I catch my bird. I need to be able to jog at least a respectable distance without vapors and apoplexy. I keep trying to force myself to spend an hour on my elliptical machine, but it’s so goddamn boring, and there’s all this work to do and blah blah blah.
So I hereby resolve to get out of the house. I think I’m going to pick a trail I can get to within five to ten minutes in the car, take the dog, and go for a walk in the forest. Or a run if I’m feeling spunky. Three times a week, that’s my goal for now. Hopefully, this time next year, I won’t have this to say!
*Jimmy Kimmel has a TV show? TV Guide Channel has TV shows? Evidently, both true.
I love butter. Anyone else love butter? I love butter.
ETA:
I love you people.
Since I posted that close to two weeks ago, I have only used about 3 or 4 tbsps of butter. I’m not the type of person to put butter in everything, but when I am going to use some, I just want to have the real thing. I made some lovely parsnip soup a couple of nights ago and finished it off with a dollop of butter. It was nummy.
I am now at 207 which is a loss of 4 lbs. I lost 6 lbs in the first 3 days though, and have gained back a couple of pounds since. I just think I needed to level out at the start, so I fully expect to stay on a more steady course from now on.
Oh, yes! Margarine is just gross. It smells like chemicals to me. (This is a weird problem that I have—food smelling and tasting like chemicals. I have the same problem with Cool Whip. Nasty!) And for as little butter as I eat, I’m going to eat the real thing too.
I’m having a weird week. I seem to have gained a pound but my pants are falling off.
My home life has been turned upside down in the last few weeks so weight loss has kind of taken a back seat. It looks like for the next month or so all of my energy is going to be spent trying to take care of a bit of a financial crisis but as of June 1st at the very latest I can start focusing on weight loss again. Stupid life and it’s shenannigans! 
Ah, well. I gained 1.2 pounds since last week. I guess that ice cream came back to haunt me.
211, another pound from last week, 32½ since the start of the year. It’s taking forever to get down below 210 but after the last couple of days, mother-in-law’s birthday party yesterday and then her thank-you lunch to us today for organising it, when I’ve eaten way more than normal*, I’m just relieved not to have gone backwards.
Compliments aplenty yesterday from people who haven’t seen me for a while, and some of them didn’t recognise me at all. I can now wear a smart-casual jacket that’s been lurking in a wardrobe since 1992 and that I wouldn’t have been able to wear on a bet in all that time. I’m weeks behind the (obviously over-optimistic) schedule I set myself for this year, but taken all in all, not too unhappy.
*At lunch today I virtuously pushed my plate away with half my French fries uneaten - but later I had to cut up the remains of a hog roast from yesterday, and there were some tasty bits to nibble on. :smack:
Still hanging out at 172-173, but definitely not complaining! While I’d love to get down into the 160s, I honestly wouldn’t mind being at this size/weight forever as long as I’m fit.
I do have a non-scale victory to report. I bought a new dress yesterday, which is a big deal in itself since I haven’t worn a dress in probably two years. Just wasn’t feeling up to it with how my body looked, you know? But I have two weddings, a confirmation, and a cruise coming up and I wanted something that wasn’t black, which is all I had in my closet. So I found this adorable flirty little sun dress yesterday and decided to try it on. I instinctively grabbed a large (though it’s still hard for me not to grab the XL) and upon trying it on, discovered that it was too big! So I went back and got a medium and it fit. That’s right, me in a medium. I never thought I’d see the day. To be fair, it is sleeveless so it doesn’t have to fit around my broad shoulders or my guns, but it’s still a medium. I don’t know if I can wait a whole month to wear it.
I’m holding steady at 235, which isn’t completely sucky, since we spent the weekend at my husband’s cousin’s house (belatedly) celebrating Passover, and meals were always at odd times and it was hard not to snack. At least I didn’t gain anything.
And I’m totally psyched because I just discovered that Netflix on Demand has fitness videos available. Now I can try pilates without spending money to buy the dvd. They’ve got other workouts available too. Since I work out in my husband’s office, I can use his computer to watch. If you’ve got Neflix, you may want to check it out.
I weighed in on Sunday and I am officially 49 lbs lighter than I was on June 1st. I hadn’t even thought of weighing myself for the last couple of weeks but I chose to have an impromptu weigh in the other day and I am mighty glad I did!
Does a little dance, makes a little love, gets down tonight
Fantastic news, yellowval! Good on you too, pbbbbbbbth!