I’m impressed with those of you who have posted your losses since the first of the year. Well done!
My condolences for your friend dying, Norine. I hope he or she went peacefully and without much pain.
I’m finally into the 130s. Yay! Well, 139.6 this morning but I was down to 138.2 the other day. Yesterday, I tackled a big hill I’ve been wanting to walk for some time. It’s about a half mile long but the first 300-400 yards are very steep. (You have to be careful driving down it or you’ll bottom out when you finally hit level ground.) Still, I handled it admirably. The rest of that hill is a good cardio workout too, but not quite like that first bit, but I was happy to note that I wasn’t out of breath at all on that part. Now I’m thinking that there probably isn’t a hill in hilly old Seattle that I can’t take on. Is that cool or what?
In my secret heart of hearts I’d like to do the 3 day-60 mile cancer walk that is coming up in September. The thought of it is daunting and I’m afraid of failing. But it would be so cool if I could do it! 20 miles a day is a lot of miles! But I have a sister who lives about that far away. If I could walk to her house just once, then I should be able to walk that distance three times, right? I’m thinking of trying the walk to my sister’s in two or three months. After that, maybe the cancer walk awaits.
Thank you for the condolences. Unfortunately, her end was certainly not without pain. She had a tumor in her stomach that spread to her heart, and she was in a lot of pain the last few months of her life. Those of us that knew her and loved her are glad she’s now out of that situation. She was so strong and hard-working and independent. I know for a fact that she didn’t want to continue on that way, because, even at age 52, she had a living will and a DNR order. Once she lapsed into a coma, her family consulted and agreed to “pull the plug” at noon on Saturday, and that’s just what they did.
In the “old days” (by which I mean pre-weight loss surgery), my main source of comfort was food, and there was plenty of my brand of comfort food at the church dinner after the service! Fried chicken, ham, scalloped potatoes, rolls with butter, probably eight different kinds of cake, all kinds of stuff. In the old days, I’d have had some fried chicken, some ham, some potatoes, a roll with butter, and at least two kinds of cake. As it is, I ate two pieces of chicken (a drumstick and a thigh; since I malabsorb fat, they’re good choices), two bites of potato, and about four bites of one piece of cake. My hubby polished off the rest of the cake for me.
In speaking with a friend today, she told me that due to my inspiration (which I didn’t mean to do at all), she has lost forty-six pounds since January 1. I am gobsmacked.
Well I’ve been at an away day for two days and I’m expecting to have gained about 2-3lb on my weigh in next week. Might be wrong but the portions of food were big and it was rich, and basically I thought if I couldn’t control what I was eating I might as well enjoy it.
Today I weighed in and I have lost a total of 4.5 lbs this month (though I did gain two pounds in February…curse you discount chocolate!) bringing me down to 255.5 lbs. This is the lightest I have been in almost 2 years and actually brings me below my average weight in my senior year of college!
I suppose it is a good thing when your pants get so big that they fall halfway down your ass. At work. At least no one saw it happen (that I am aware of, anyway!)
I guess I need to stop putting off buying new work pants.
I’m back down to 175 finally (got there briefly last summer). That’s five pounds down since Feb. 1. I’d been hanging out at 178 for about a month after dropping down from 180 (the dreaded plateau weight for me), then overnight one day last week I was down to 175. Well actually I was down to 174 but have been steady at 175 since. I’ll take it. I’ve also lost about an inch off my waist, chest, and butt. I’d really like to lose some inches off my thighs, arms, and cows … er, calves, but those are always the areas I’m last to lose from.
I’d like to hit 168 by July 4 and 162 by Labor Day. That’s not too unrealistic, I don’t think. I’m still going to the gym every day. I have only missed one day this entire month!
Lost a couple of pounds this week but as I’ve been fluctuating a bit that means that I’m still only on one stone down since the start of the year. BUT, I can now fit into a pair of 32" jeans that I’ve kept - admittedly it’s a snug fit but still. All my 34" are now pretty loose and I can take them off without undoing them, however I think I need to lose a bit more before I can go out and buy a load of 32" sized ones.
Well, you maintained your weight while you were off exercise, right? If so, you probably lost a little bit of muscle while you weren’t allowed to exercise. So you may have a little toning up to do before the scale drops again. And, you know, you’ve done so great! What if the scale doesn’t drop again, and you just maintain your current weight? Would that be so terrible?
As for me, I seem to be carrying a lot of fluid for some reason. I’d dropped down to 181, but now have bounced back up to 185, and it happened, literally, overnight. So I figure it’s got to be fluid (or mostly, anyway). Yeah, I overindulged on Easter. But I know there’s no freakin’ way I gained 4lbs in one day!
I’ve just been away for a week’s holiday that has meant missing two weigh-ins. I tried not to give in to the lure of too much Cornish cream, ice-cream and pasties, but I didn’t quite stick to the usual regimen. Next weigh-in is not until next Sunday evening so I shall try to repair the damage between now and then.
I am SO CLOSE I can taste it. I just want to hit the WW goal weight.
I am quite sure that I was sweating ham at yoga yesterday. I was ham-saturated. I never eat the stuff because it’s too fatty and salty, but holy crap did I eat it on Sunday.
This is why I haven’t checked in to this thread this month. I have really had to reconsider my “goal weight” and the importance of numbers. I can get down below 125 for a few days, but only if I’m not exercising. Once I start working out, I go up to 126, no fail. So, I’d rather be working out and setting my sights on some races I want to train for, than have the number be important. I just am frustrated that I can’t have both, you know?
I just want to get into those pants in my closet that are a wee bit too tight, but the last time I fit into them was when I was at my highest miles-per-week running, so maybe it’ll happen.
Oh, and Thank Og I am not at the office today. I wanted to kill all those well-meaning coworkers who know full well that the way not to eat Easter candy is to bring it into the office where others will eat it. Smart, but mean.
I finally saw the nutritionist. It’s been almost 2 weeks now, and she’s got me watching carbs (I have insulin resistance). I have to eat (no, really) 6 meals a day to keep my blood sugar levels steady. I’m exercising 6 days a week still, which is literally a pain, since I seem to have pulled my achilles tendon. Fortunately, although it hurts when I walk, it doesn’t hurt on the elliptical.
I don’t know if I’m going to lose any weight though. My endocrinologist is trying to wean me off the steroids, but it may take a year and I may never get fully off. I had a scare on Friday, when I had symptoms of adrenal insufficiency, and he raised my dosage. Sigh.
But I feel good, the exercising is going well, and I get to eat all the time and still stay on the food plan the nutritionist gave me. I see her again next month, when, she informs me, we will discuss fats. I love fats, but I have the distinct feeling she isn’t going to tell me to eat more of them.
217 pounds, down 2 from three weeks ago and 26½ from the start of the year. I think the week off didn’t help, although I tried to stay off the etc as noted above. Was hoping for 210 by now. Next objective is 196 by the end of May but 21 pounds in nine weeks will be no pushover at the current rate. Mind you, I think missing the weigh-ins themselves didn’t help with the focus.
On the credit side, everyone is saying how much I’ve lost - several people today alone - and I can put on a pair of 36" waist jeans again comfortably. This is pretty much a 20-year low so I’m not exactly suicidal about the slow progress. There should be few temptations between now and the end of May.
Longer evenings for more walks should help. This afternoon the dog and I went off for the better part of eight miles, including a stretch through some woodlands for added challenge.
