Saturday, November 28, 2009

Weight Check: Week 12

Weight as of yesterday: 184 (-0.8)

Total loss since 9/11/09: -16.2

Yes, that is a big fat "-" symbol. I managed to lose just under 1 (one) pound over the week of Thanksgiving. To add to that, my weigh-in date is the day following the great feast of feasts. Yes, I am amazing - it's official.

For the record though, I kicked my ass this week in preparation for it. I went to kick-boxing, step class, and I ran on Monday, Wednesday and even Thursday morning. I have not yet worked out since Thursday since I've been so busy with a jam-packed family weekend. In addition, Thurston seems to have a bit of a runny nose. I haven't figured out if the poor guy's caught a cold or he's teething but I don't want to risk it and take him to the Kids Club at the gym so I'm basically stuck here. Sigh.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Green Beans & Sweet Potatoes

I'm famished. I've been waiting patiently for 45 minutes while my sweet potato bakes at 375 degrees. Then I found a can of organic green beans of which I've been stuffing my face with to hold the hungry monster at bay. A huge sweet potato is 3 WW points and I find that I enjoy it immensely with no butter. No butter! Except now that I've mentioned butter I suddenly have to work hard not to want to add it to my sweet potato when it eventually finishes cooking. Have I mentioned how much I adore butter?

Well I did go to Kickboxing yesterday all by myself. Aside from getting called down to the Kids Club after 40 minutes because my child was screaming his lungs off, it went ok. I was less enthusiastic this time because I ran in two minutes late, the class had started, and it was PACKED. In fact, I even ran out once because my anxiety got the better of me but then I forced myself back in and took a spot near the front. I flailed my way through it once again and found myself sweating within minutes. Thus, 40 minutes did me in just fine, thank you.

Today I met up with Regina at the gym to brave our way through an hour long Step class. I braced myself for more flailing disasters but I came out unscathed. It was a great workout and I think I managed to follow it on about 80% of the time. Oh, don't worry, I've already patted myself on the back. I loved it! I loved it even more than I thought I loved kickboxing last week! I am going next week whether or not I'll have to go by myself. And maybe I can convince certain family members still in town from Thanksgiving to watch him so I don't have to risk the Kids Club interrupting me halfway through class because of my screaming child.

On a note, I usually have a very pleasant and happy little boy. I think he probably appreciates my added curves for comfort value and is actually trying to jeopardize my weight-loss.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Weight Check: Week 11

Weight as of today: 184.8

Total loss since 9/11/09: -15.4

It is official. That huge drop last week is actually real. I had my mind made up that I would be happy with a gain of no less than one pound and come to find I'm down 1.4. One word to describe this bliss: SWEET!!

I'm going to attempt to attend the kickboxing class tomorrow on my own. That means I don't have another person floundering around next to me to laugh at myself with. I'm hoping that the skills I've mastered thus far will let me float through the class without toppling head-over-heels.

I managed about 10.5 miles of running this week, including a 2.4 mile trek around the esplanade with Mel, Scarlet and Thurston in tow ala jogging stroller. We went at dusk and as we made our way to the opposite side of the river from downtown, we were hit with a view of the city lights. Even for the hassle of packing up Thurston and his stroller and lugging both downtown, I'll be doing it more often!

Friday, November 13, 2009

Weight Check: Week 10

Weight as of today: 186.2 (-3.4)

Total loss since 9/11/09: -14 pounds

Holy blubber! 3.4 pounds??? It must have been the pizza and the beer. Yes, I had pizza and beer this week. Oh and I went to kickboxing class and kicked my ass on the treadmill. Maybe that was it. I sat for the first ten minutes in my WW meeting staring absently in shock. The figure "3.4" kept floating across my line of sight. Holy hell! How did I manage that??!! Nevertheless, I am thrilled.

Kickboxing class should actually be called kick-assing class because it kicked mine....and royally. Verdict? I LOVED IT!! It was fast paced, high energy, FUN, and a hell of a cardio work-out. And this time I didn't get called in the middle of class to come get my child. Instead, he laughed and giggled the entire time! I'm going again tomorrow. I also went on a few runs this week (both inside and out) and brought myself up to running 2 miles fairly easily. I'm doing the Jingle Bell 5k next month and want to feel comfortable running a 5k again -- with a jogging stroller. Thurston's pretty stoked too.

Well today's weight puts me at only 3 pounds above the weight I met Dave at and 10 pounds above my pre-pregnancy weight. I can almost fit into all of my jeans these days although a couple are still a little snug.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Weight Check: Week 9

Weight as of today: 189.6 (- 1.2)
Total loss since 9/11/09: -10.6 pounds

Today I achieved my 5% goal loss, which was a big deal to me this week. I promised myself a hair cut when I got to 5% and I almost felt cheated out of it last week when I fell 0.6 pounds short. In fact, as I was approaching the scale today, my heart was racing in my chest. Not 0.4 loss. Anything but 0.4 loss. In fact, I'll take a pound gain over a 0.4 loss! But...I did it and shaved a whole 1.2 pounds off my frame! Yes! I said at the scale. Yes! I even got to post the nifty little sticker in my book.

In addition, I am no longer considered "obese" as my BMI indicates. What really is obese? Really? I don't even shop in the plus sizes! I don't jiggle that much! And how many "obese" people can run 3 miles? I digress. This is the kind of 'denial' talk that gets one such as I in trouble. I am officially just "overweight". Sigh. Wooo. Celebrate that.

This week I took Thurston out in the jogging stroller twice this week and I think I'm getting the hang of it! I still can't hold on with both hands because it makes me sway and wobble back and forth when I run. But if I hold on with one hand (with the safety rope around my wrist), I can almost jog normally. I did a nice and easy 1.75 miles both times and felt really good. I may try increasing the distance next week.

In addition, I took Thurston to the gym last week and registered him at the Kids Club so I could take a yoga class. All seemed to be going well until the final "corpse pose" rest period at the end of class. The room is silent except for the breathing of about 40 people. But..piped over the intercom we hear, "Maureen _____, please come down to the Kids Club. Maureen _____, please make your way down to the Kids Club". I scrambled up, grabbed my shoes, and sprinted out of the class, through the weight room, and down stairs to the Kids Club. Apparently Thurston had spit up all over both the attendants and the floor multiple times. Next time, I won't leave him with a bottle. Sigh.

My History in Short (long)

I've been a Weight Watcher veteran for over 13 years. I plodded along with my Mother when I was a chunky 14-year-old. We measured our fat-free cheese, our low-fat peanut butter, our diet bread and attended meetings faithfully for five weeks. Soon the measuring, tracking, and meetings lost their sparkle, my weight stagnated, and well...I got bored. We went back to Weight Watchers a few more times over the years and we'd lose some weight and then...get bored. After my freshman year in college, I was a good 65 pounds over-weight. I managed to lose close to 35 pounds on my own but slowly stacked it on again by graduation and my move to Portland.

Later that year I had a rocky on-again-off-again relationship and I stacked on another good 35 pounds. In January of 2006 I went in for a physical and weighed in at 247 pounds. My doctor told me I was walking a dangerous line but I was still in denial. I had been pretending that my size 20 jeans still fit but the buttons were barely clinging to the fibers of the pants they held up. I refused to believe that photos depicted me accurately - it was the wrong angle or my outfit was unflattering.

However by December of 2006, something clicked inside. I joined Weight Watchers once again with a new sense of empowerment. I started out quietly and kept it mainly to myself. I was devoted to the program and the weight came off quickly. In fact, I think I lost close to 25 pounds in the first month and a half! It came off slower after that but by Fall 2007 I was down to 195 and fitting into a size 14. I had started working out slowly by going for long walks around my neighborhood and then gradually increased their length until I felt like I was ready to take the next step. I started a running program and completed my first 5k by March of 2008. I also managed to lose an additional 20 pounds and my size 12 pants were loose.

Of course, I wasn't on Weight Watchers the entire time during this period but I kept finding myself going back to it. I don't necessarily agree with everything in the plan but the weekly meetings and weigh-ins keep me motivated and honest with myself.

In August of 2008 I found out I was pregnant and had put my weight loss goals on hold. I gained steadily over my pregnancy and peaked at about 220 pounds in my 41st week. I gave birth to my little man on April 26, 2009.

I zig-zagged up and down over a four month period and made little progress in achieving my pre-pregnancy weight. I'd lose some of the weight and then get caught up in the stress of parenthood and start stuffing myself again until I'd find that I was more than I started.

On September 11th, I cracked down and re-joined Weight Watchers and weighed in at a suprizing 200.2 pounds. However, I was feeling pretty confident. I though it'd be simple. I'd done this before and lose quite a lot in the beginning. In fact, after my first week, I lost 4 pounds! However, my weight didn't budge for a couple weeks and I had to reevaluate myself. I did some self-searching and discovered that I wasn't being completely honest with myself. Yes, I'd been tracking all of my foods and doing some exercise but I was totally underestimating my portion sizes and not really putting much into my work-outs. I also realized that I didn't have a lot of confidence in myself.

However, I've realized that it's going to be slow progress. I'm still nursing, which makes it much more difficult because my body wants to hang onto the additional weight. Plus, I have to be aware that I'm eating enough to support my milk production. I have since worked at being honest with myself and challenging myself. The scale has slowly complied in the right direction and my confidence has been recharged.

Today I'm down to 189.6 with 13.6 pounds remaining until I hit my pre-pregnancy weight. Ultimately, I'd like to be in the 150-160 range, however I have to keep myself thinking 5-10 pound increments rather than become discouraged by the whole picture.

For me to become successful, it helps to have an outlet, which is why I've sat down today and typed this history. I would like to use this space not only as a way to track my journey but also to write about nutrition and fitness.