Losing Weight & Buying New Clothes

When it comes to Christmas my grandparents go hard in the paint. It’s hands down their favorite day of the whole year. They turn their basement into a winter wonderland, make an enormous feast, and spoil all of their children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and assortment of in-laws with gifts.

Here I am with a stack last year, so you know what I’m talking about.

They really enjoy buying us clothes, so every year since I was like twelve they have taken me out shopping to choose my presents. My winter wardrobe is dependent on their generosity, and the shopping trips with my grandparents are one of my favorite Christmas traditions.

My mom and I posing with some shopping bags

This year, I was especially looking forward to the trip because I have lost 27 pounds (just three away from my goal weight).  Don’t get me wrong, I am PUMPED about my weight loss, and I have been working really hard to get to where I am BUT it is a freaking pain that none of my clothes fit.


I made one of these silly before/ after shots. It was kind of hard to come up with a good before picture because #1 I’m kind of photogenic. I am basically a master at sucking it in. #2 I can be VERY persuasive when it comes to disposing of unflattering pictures (read: I will pitch a total FIT). But just look at my face and my boobs. It’s pretty obvious that I am much slimmer than I was this summer.

Now I just have to wait a month to get my new clothes to go with my new body!


Weighing In

Remember how last week I was all, “oh my goodness, I splurged so much this weekend. I feel like a manatee.”? Well, that’s a joke because I actually lost two pounds.

Really, I should say two more pounds. From graduation day to today I have lost eighteen pounds. My weight tends to fluctuate quite a bit, so I didn’t want to mention it on the blog and jinx myself.

But at this point I feel silly not talking about it. A lot of my clothes are too big and other people are starting to notice. I can feel a big difference.

So the question is what am I doing? To be honest with you, I’m not entirely sure. I’ve always been active and eaten pretty healthy. I think that not working late nights, and not working in the food industry has made a difference in my portion sizes. I naturally feel fuller faster. Also, right now I am insanely busy, and incredibly satisfied with where I’m at in my life. As someone who has been an emotional eater for as long as I can remember the fact that I am so happy right now has probably made all of the difference in the world.

I realize that’s not exactly useful information. People can’t just decide to go out and get happy, and then drop eighteen pounds, but I don’t know what else to tell you. Hopefully, I’ll continue along this route, and be able to keep you posted while changes happen.

Frustrated Thursday

As you know, on Thursdays I like to write lists of all the positive things I have going on in my life. Today I don’t feel like it. Call it emotional immaturity if you must, but today I wouldn’t describe myself as very thankful. I prefer a few other adjectives such as: bitter, pessimistic, frustrated, surly, and exasperated.

I know what you are thinking (or at least what I would be thinking if I was reading this as opposed to writing it), “Why the drama? Something really terrible must have happened!” Well, that is not true. Nothing has happened, and that is exactly the problem. I am still waiting for a decision regarding graduate school!

I did not realize until recently how closely my identity is tied into being a student. I have been in school for the last 18 years of my life (longer than that if you count pre-school!), and I honestly don’t know who I am without it. Just a waitress with a college degree? I love school. I love learning. I love writing papers, and preparing projects, and presenting in front of my peers, and making good grades, and answering questions. What if that is over for me?

All of these negative emotions got the best of me last night and I made the mistake of eating my feelings BIG TIME. I have been very focused on weight loss since graduation, and I feel like over all I have done a great job. So, I am beating myself up a little for cracking under pressure. Here is a visual of how the day ended up.

FYI these are net calories. I did not only consume 700 calories on Tuesday.

Monday: Solid. Tuesday: Baller. Wednesday: WOOOOAH MAMA! Anyways I have some serious damage control to do this week. I woke up early to go for a run this morning, but to your surprise (I’m sure), I now have a belly ache. Hmmmm, funny how that happens when you eat your entire daily caloric allowance in one sitting. WHO KNEW?

If you have made it this far into the post, then thank you for your patience. Sorry for being so introspective and venty. I know that there are lots of bigger problems out there, and I don’t mean to be dramatic, but this FEELS big to me! Sorry for not being thankful, or cheerful. Hopefully I will be in a better frame mind later.

Rainy Day Musings

It is storming like crazy complete with flooding and hail here. Of course I did not plan ahead, so my computer is dead and I’m too scared of a power surge to charge it.

The rooms is doing okay. She is still a little shaken up by the experience. Neither of us are able to look at the fences surrounding our apartment complex the same way. We’ve been able to patch up her wound without too much drama (no more fainting on my end), and she’s hanging in there.

We took a walk around our apartment complex today. This was obviously a little painful for her, but the doctors instructed her that movement would be beneficial.

GOOD NEWS: I have lost a little over six pounds since graduation. I had an inkling that I had lost some weight (otherwise I wouldn’t have stepped foot on that scale), but am surprised by how much. Without the stressors associated with school, I have been doing a lot less munching on the go and emotional eating. I’m really excited and definitely plan to keep it up!

My legs feel ridiculously sore. I think in part I’m having sympathy pains for poor Kim. The stadium workout on Monday obviously kicked my butt (or calves). I’ve been trying to keep my complaints to a minimum (the rooms threatens to smack me whenever I do), and have been going at them with tennis ball massages. I think that they are helping (I hope so anyways).

Happy Wednesday!