It's Fun to Stay at the...

(You are secretly singing the song in your head right now with the trumpets blaring all disco style in the background right now aren't you?)

Yesterday was nutso. I went grocery shopping for the entire month, saw optometrist, bought gym shoes, picked up a letter from Blue Cross Blue Shield, found time to eat in there somewhere, and joined the Y-M-C-A. ::doing YMCA dance:::

I am now a card carrying member of the Y-M-C-A :::still flailing arms doing YMCA dance, bonked puppy with grandma jiggle-oops:::: I had a much better person giving me the tour she actually did and said everything she was supposed to do. I have an appointment with a real live trainer thingy at 2:00 I am vury vury excited.
I went and spent way too much money on vury cool shoes.

New Balance WX1010WB aka my new fantabulous shoes

You know what though, I think that I have spent money on stupid crap and shoes I don't wear that often and these shoes are going to be my best buddy on my journey to smallness. These shoes are going to walk me, exercise, bounce, etc. me to my new body. Shouldn't I put down a little coinage? Shouldn't I make sure the shoes I wear are going to protect my joints and back and knees and you name the hurty body part?! After all I am bouncing around 299 lbs on these puppies, they need to be good!

I went to the New Balance website and got all kinds of good info on these Cadillac shoes. For instance they help prevent plantar faciaitis which if you have ever had it you know it. It is an inflammation of the plantar tendons which are the ones that run from your toe joints to your heel. Let me tell you they hurt, I have to stretch my foot each morning before I get out of bed to prevent it from flaring. So as I am holding back the morning "Gotta go gotta go gotta go right now!" I am stretching my feetsus so I don't hobble in pain for the rest of the day. They also help the back of your heel stay in the back of the shoe so your feet aren't flying around inside the shoe and causing friction. They have special polymer thing ma dings that absorb shock on the heel so your foot will be able to work out longer. In short they are a bad ass shoe and this is an American company I am supporting so I am helping the economy out. Go buy some New Balance folks.

I weighed in again this morning and to my delight I am still holding firm to 299. Hooray huzzah and wubba wubba! It is nice to see that number be something other than a three at the beginning.

For some other unknown reason I rearranged my cabinets last night. I was putting up groceries and beginning to sound like Yosemite Sam in my frustration. At that point I said screw it and began pulling crap out of the cupboards and rearranging. I had to keep the fuzband from eating Sugar Babies given to us with a Christmas gift TWO YEARS AGO. He is justifying it by looking at the box and saying "Well there is no expiration date" I can just see it now, I am at his wake and they ask me how it happened. "I tried to tell him not to-(sniff) eat the Sugar Babies...(wail)."

I could not believe the number of boxes I had with ONE item in them. For example...huge ass box=one packet of oatmeal, huge ass box=one packet of apple cider. I grabbed the stack of baskets from one of my recent organizational binges and began getting all Martha Stewart. The next thing I know I have butt loads of room in my cabinets. Before you start thinking that I should be writing for Southern Living and all, let me inform you that my kitchen is so small you have to walk outside to change your mind. I HAVE to be organized or I can't fit all my food and cookware and plates and blah de kitchen appliance blah in there.

By the time my head hit the pillow there were parts of me hurting that I did not know were parts of my anatomy. I had to get SuperFuzband to bring me tylenol pm and water because at that point I was spent, done, finale, fin. Sort of like this post.

Shopping in my closet and our "friend".

Yesterday I was putting away laundry and got tired of having to sift through all the clothes I haven't worn since God knows when. You know that favorite shirt from two summers ago that was on sale and looked so cute? Now when you put it on you feel like a pillow with rubber bands wrapped around it. I have quite a few of those shirts. They chronicle my ups and downs with weight loss (primarily the ups).


I took a deep breath and went through and tried everything on. Yes, everything. That should be considered cardio work out. I was busting a sweat, breathing heavy and exhausted by the time I was done. The cool part about it is I have three grocery bags full of shirts that will fit after I drop some weight. I get to go shopping in my own closet soon! This is incentive not to take that second helping.


I also did some thing that has never happened before, I pulled out clothes that were too big! Clothes that were too big and made me look crappy were sentenced to the the flea market pile. It felt great to have clothes I couldn't wear anymore because they were too big vs. too little.
I don't think I have ever had that happen to me. I have always given away my skinny clothes sadly. Giving them away made me feel as if I had given up any hope of ever wearing that size again. Now I have bags of shirts waiting in the wings that seem to say "See you soon!"


I felt so motivated I went on to my dresser pulling out the clothes that were classified as bumming around the house. They had gotten so bad that I would be ashamed to be seen in them. I even organized the underwear drawer. Now that is dedication!


Scales say I am up two pounds, I know where that is coming from. You know that lovely gift Mother Nature has bestowed upon us women. UGH. This is especially fun for us dieters that are living and dying by the numbers on the scale.


Since I found this cool little website http://www.ladytimer.com/. I get emails warning me of the impending urge to watch lifetime with a box of Kleenex and a bag of chocolate covered potato chips.


I have never been good at keeping track of our "friend" (should be fiend). She always snuck up on me and made me wonder why I was acting so bitchy. Wondering why that stupid Hallmark commercial made me burst into tears. She also sabotaged my weight loss efforts by making me think I had gained anywhere from 3-6 pounds in a few days. Until I started keeping track of her and my weight on a regular basis I had no clue how much this affected me. Looking back I think this could have been the reason for the failure of so many weight loss efforts prior to this one.



I have to say thank God for ladytimer because she has helped me realize that I am still on track and doing well.