You know it’s not going too well when the following things happen:
I went out back to fix the latch on the condo’s miniature dumpster. As soon as I flip the lid open, I catch the scent of something musty but vaguely food-like. And the first thought that springs to mind, before the sensible part of my brain could grapple it and keep it from becoming an actual thought, was “Hmm, something smells good!”
It was a pizza box with leftover crusts that have been getting alternately rained on and dumpster-baked for the past several days.
Sensible brain, you are on probation. One more slip like that and I’ll start killing you with beer.
Of shit, can’t have beer- I’m on a diet. Good catch, sensible brain!
I’m passing the time by planting some tiger lillies in a concrete planter on the back porch. I rip the bag of potting soil open, start scooping, when I notice something vaguely fragrant, kind of aromatic, sort of inviting. I glance upward into a neighbor’s open window, thinking that dinner might be cooking. Nope, nobody home. After a moment, I realize that the odor is comeing from the bag of potting soil. I read the label:
Sense of smell, you are oficially being warned. The pizza box was an honest mistake. But there can be no excuse for confusing manure with food. One more mistake like that and it’ll be three shots from a Vicks Nasal Inhaler.
I’m not even going to look in the refrigerator, I’m too afraid of what my eyes might think they are seeing. There are too many science projects in there to even risk it.
I still have those pesky winter pounds, and it’s only just now getting warm enough to get on my bike and burn up the trails.
As I have said in other posts, my doctor gave me a choice: lose weight or die. I told him death didn’t really worry me all that much. So he gave me a second choice: lose weight or suffer a crippling but non-fatal heart attack. That kind of threat works.
Yay for Jonathan Chance, Falcon, FairyChatMom and Francesca! My diet, on the other hand, is going sucky. I started a [ahem] Lifestyle Adjustment with sensible exercise and eating, blah, blah, blah about 3 weeks ago. Lost 4 lbs the first two weeks (a sensible rate of loss being 1 to 2 pounds a week). Last week, however, I slacked. All week. Didn’t run once and ate whatever my heart desired – usually junky crap, my heart being what it is. However, to avoid complete discouragement, I just skipped weighing myself on Friday, and started afresh today.
I lost ten pounds this fall via our Weight Watchers at Work program but went off the wagon and I’ve gained it all back. Sigh. Mr. Cranky and I both want to lose weight so we are going to start this up again. However, I loathe the new Weight Watcher leader so if we’re doing it, we’re doing it without the benefit of my going to weekly meetings.
So… the diet, such as it is, is going sucky, but I didn’t find WW all that hard to follow so I presume once I commit to doing it, the pounds will come off again.
Not bad, thanks to warm weather arriving. Yeah, yeah, but it means I’m freed to walk a lot, muck around in the garden, etc. My problem isn’t eating, it’s exercise. Shovelling snow, chipping ice, etc. is aerobic as hell but after a while it’s just grinding drudgery. A sedentary desk job sure doesn’t help.
I’ve taken off 10 lbs., but want to shed about 15 more to get back to my default high-school/college weight. After some unnatural dieting I realized diets don’t work for me. “Can’t’s” make me edgy, irritable and generally pissed off. For example, I adore salads but no way I’m gonna eat icky pseudo-food, with slimy ersatz glop on top. A huge Caeser with honest olive oil and an egg yolk in the dressing isn’t dieting; it’s dining. I’ll happily stuff on veggies, fish, fruit, etc. and not quibble about a good beer, glass of wine, wedge of foccacia, etc.
Hopelessly casual as usual,
Since March 5, 2001 I have lost 28 pounds.
I think I’m going to aim for another 22 and make it an even 50. Once I get there, I’ll see how I like myself.
I have been working out like a madwoman, so I have lost a lot of inches in addition to all the weight.
My friend at work told me I looked like I was wearing my husbands clothes because they were so big and baggy. I really need to go shopping, but I don’t want to until I finish losing weight. Pretty soon I will have no choice though, my favorite pair of jeans are almost falling off while still buttoned. Whoohoo!
Congrats to all you other ‘losers’!
Holy cow, how on earth did you do this? Pact with the devil? If it was done with a strict regimen of unhealthy starving with lots of cigarettes and coffee but you don’t want to let everyone know, feel free to tell me secretly. Doesn’t mean I won’t give it a whirl. 24 lbs in two weeks sounds about good.
Y’all are going to hate me. I am 43 & weigh what I weighed in high school. I have no cellulite at all & still look very hubba hubba in a thong bikini (though I do feel it’s unseemly for an almost middle aged woman to wear a thong.)
I “battled” with my weight until I was about 23. Then I decided that I was never again going to feel guilty about eating an entire cheesecake in one sitting. If I felt uncomfortable being overweight, I would eat less & move more. Period. It worked.
I am proud of the fact that I have a better body than most 20 year olds…and I don’t work at it at all. It’s just attitude adjustment, a high activity level, and a refusal to eat anything labeled low fat or “diet” food. I don’t like being overweight, and just refuse to let myself get that way. I quit being an alcoholic because I decided I was happier & higher-functioning being sober. I quit being fat for the same reason. It’s not a disease, but a lifestyle paradigm shift.
JMHO…& if anybody flames me for this, that’s your problem & not mine.
I just started eating healty meals several times a day, and I quit sitting on my ass, in favor of alternating days of weight training and aerobic exercise. I pushed myself from just over a mile on the elliptical trainer in 20 minutes to 3.5 in 30 in two weeks.
I’m eating LOTS, and well, and I’m exercising strenuously every day, but in different ways. It’s working wonderfully. Had to go buy a new pair of shorts this weekend
[hijack]A few years ago, I was on the poverty diet. I nominally had a job, and one day they told me to stencil the company name on some equipment. After about half an hour of spraypainting, a cow-orker asked if I wanted to switch tasks for a while.
“No thanks, unless you want to,” I responded brightly. “I like this; the paint smells just like chocolate chip cookies!”
“O-kay; that’s enough fumes for you!” supervisor decreed.
Maybe it was just the fumes. Maybe I really was that hungry. Maybe the fumes had that effect on me because I was that hungry.[/hijack]
I started my diet one week ago today. I weighed in early this morning, and I’ve lost 2 1/2 pounds. I’m quite pleased; I’ve always been terrible with diets, but I’m on a program I found on the Internet that gives a very complete meal plan that gives you a lot of very nummy food you can cook yourself. I’m so wild about it I want to post a link, but spamming is bad and all.
I’m only a little overweight and probably need to lose ten pounds or so to be comfortable again (I’ve been very lazy and eaten very badly for a good few months now, let’s not even mention the beer), ie get my waist back to 32" rather than 34". My diet consists of little change in amounts, but I 've been restricting myself to just fruit (almost unlimited, but it’s not very appetising stuff really) and fruit juices for my first two meals of the day, then a normal meal at night. I’ve lost about 2lbs I think in a week.
And no more crisps (potato chips)…that one or two packs a day will not be repeated since I got round to looking at the amount of fat in one packet…jesus!