Big Girl Panties

This weekend I hit rock bottom. I had transformed from my werewolf state back into my normal self and I still couldn't couldn't shake the werewolf appetite. I was still eating junk when I wasn't hungry. Granted, we had a bunch of Halloween candy to munch on and Casey made us all Halloween bags with Halloween treats in them. I didn't work out at all. On Sunday, I did have a bit of a nap and slept off a nasty headache. Usually my attempts at resting are thwarted with thoughts of things that need to be done - errands, cleaning, working out. But not Sunday. I just allowed myself to rest in my big cozy bed and it was so amazing. I think my body really needed that. But I was in an awful funk the whole weekend.

I weighed in on Saturday and I was pleasantly surprised that I had only gained one pound. I shouldn't have gained any, but seeing as how I was expecting at least a five pound weight gain, I'll take the one. But as the weekend progressed, I just felt worse and worse. I had pretty much decided that I was just never going to lose weight and I might as well just give up. What's the point? My blog is a seesaw of joy and pain, energy and lethargy. I go for weeks writing almost everyday and then I slack off and I go for days without so much as a "Yes, I'm still fat" entry. Who am I kidding?

And then, last night, I had to go buy a suit for my 2nd interview at work. Again, I tried on a size 18W pants and again, they were too big. I thought last time maybe it was just the brand running big and with a different brand I'd need an 18W, but I was wrong. I couldn't find a 16W so I sucked in my gut, averted my eyes from other shoppers and headed to the Misses section. Yep, the normal people section. I tried to pretend like I totally belonged there and put on my best "No, I'm not lost, I really wear this size!" face as I grabbed a size 18 (minus the W) pants and rushed off into the dressing room. Believe it or don't, they fit! Yep, they fit. I was in shock and awe. I felt much better all of a sudden. I know I still have a long way to go, but to see the cold hard evidence that I'm actually losing weight was so reassuring.

Today, I had my annual exam with my girly doctor. Last time I was there (a year ago), she told me that I could lose 30 pounds by my next appointment, no problem. Of course, I've been dreading this day for a long time. I knew there was no way I had done it, especially with the past couple of weeks going the way they had been. But, I was hoping I'd lost at least some weight because my scale at home has been telling me that I have. I got on the scale that resides under the sign that declares "Put on your big girl panties and deal with it!" That always makes me chuckle and it always makes me feel better. Not only is it funny, but it reminds me that there are other women out there who hate getting on the scale as much as I do and that is comforting. I saw my weight, which was more than it is at home but I was also wearing my clothes and that scale never agrees with my scale. However, I couldn't remember how much it was when I was there last year. I thought for sure it had to be less than last time. When the nurse had finished asking her usual questions, taking my vitals and I was wrapped in the cozy hospital gown, open in the front with the oversized paper towel draped over my legs, donning my black dress socks, the doctor came in with my chart. After she asked me how I was, she said, "Well, your weight looks good!" I was dying to know so I asked, "What was it last time?" She replied, "237." WOOHOO! I wanted to jump up and scream "YESSSSS!!!!" while I was striking a rock star pose. No, it wasn't the 30 pounds she had predicted, but it was 20 pounds I wasn't expecting. I felt rejuvenated. I felt happier. I felt like I was back on the proverbial horse again. She told me that my BMI was 37 and she doesn't like that. She showes me her little spinny wheel thingamajig that says how fat you are. She said for my height, she would like for me to be at 150 pounds. I thought to myself, "That's fine with me!" When she left the room to let me put my clothes back on, she said, "Next time I see you, you're going to look great!" I told her, "Yep, hopefully I'll be at 150!" SHe said, "Even 170 would be good for you." So, she's given me an attainable goal. 50 pounds in a year. I'm really hoping I can be at 150 the next time I see her.

Sweattin' in the Front Room

Holy Shnikes! Why is it when you ask someone for help, instead of giving you what you asked for, they give you what they think you should have instead of the thing you asked for??? Tonight, I decided to engage in a tech support chat to get my media player working. I told the guy I think I needed a driver update but I didn't know which one to download. He asked if he could take over my monitor and I said yes. I was actually hoping he would do that and just take care of the problem for me. Instead of fixing my media player, he installs a different player and tells me I just didn't have the latest software. I told him that's great, but my Windows Media Player still doesn't work. He just kept telling me he recomments this other player. I told him it was working when I bought the computer, it was working last month but it's not working now. As I looked at the new player, I noticed not only is it something I didn't want in the first place, but it's only a trial version and if I want to keep that player, I had to pay for it. Otherwise, I'd be in the same position I'm in now, 30 days from now. I told him again I just wanted my player fixed. He told me I'd have to reload WIndows if I wanted to do that and I could just backup my computer on a flash drive because it will erase everything. What-the-#$%&-ever!!! HUH-UH, NO FRIGGIN' WAY! Is he crazy??? I just wanted a driver update, not a love affair with disaster. I finally got him to find the right driver update and 5 minutes later my player was working. Unfortunately, while he was playing Charles in Charge on my computer, he changed my resolution to very poor and everything on my screen was ginormous. I figured he would fix it back once we were done but when my computer restarted, our chat session had conveniently been disconnected. So, I had to guess what it was before because I have no idea. What a nightmare. Oh well, at least my player works now.

Which means I was able to do my BL DVD in my front room tonight! WOOWOO! It was sweat-tastic! I did the cardio portion of my "Maximum Results" plan and I was sweatting my patootie off. How do you spell patootie, anyway? I had sweat pouring off of everything. That's how I know it's working. So, somehow, after about a week or so of doing this alternating plan, I'm going to weigh myself and see how I'm doing. Of course, I don't really have an accurate weight to compare it to because the last time I weighed at the gym was July 4th and a lot has happened since then. And I'm not going to use Miss Whore Scale to do it so don't ask. I found a scale I really want but I just can't bring myself to spend that much money on a scale when things are so tight right now. It's only $40 but hey, $40 is $40. And I have a teenage girl starting high school in a couple of weeks and that means school clothes. Steven Llama.