So yesterday I weighed in at WW for the first time in three weeks. The previous two weeks I had been suffering from virus/fevers. Anyways - I was hoping that I would be at that 288 mark again. Oh how wrong I was.
I had gained 2.8 pounds so now I am back above 290. I was really hoping not to go there, especially since on Tuesday when I weighed in for our Biggest Loser club at work I had weighed in at 287.2. Gaaaack!
Then I remembered. Through my newest favorite social networking site (www.fatsecret.com) I had joined a challenge where I have to drink 64 oz. of water a day. Now this shouldn't be a problem if I had been a perfect Weight Watcher - which my daily water allowance has been one of the WW things that I have not been following. So I am thinking that I am currently suffering from some serious water retention considering that I am not trying to drink at least a liter and a half of water while at work. Hopefully once I get back to my water equilibrium I will see that I am not actually above that 290 mark.
Anyways - this weekend I will be venturing to the Blue Ridge Mountains near Roanoke to go help do repairs at Camp Virginia Jaycee (and to help my friend Laura take care of her daughter while she has to do official Jaycee stuff). So hopefully I can work in some major exercising. I'm actually considering waking up early and doing stuff like walking around the camp before everybody else is up. Today I have done about 2 miles of walking (not all at once). Of course this is negated by the fact that I went to Good Stuff Eatery (the restaurant from Spike of Top Chef fame) for lunch and had a patty melt, some yummy fries with rosemary and thyme, and half of a toasted Marshmallow milkshake. A year ago I would have ordered my own order of fries and my own milkshake but today when we went into order (I went with three work colleagues) it felt natural to just have ONE order of fries for the table and split a milkshake (OMG it was sooooo good). Oh - and I am totally keeping the water bottle I got there. They have custom labels for the water - and the bottle I grabbed had the label "Main Ingredient: Water (What else were you expecting?)" Love it!!!!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Just...
So last time I posted I was 288 pounds and yo-yoing around there and on anti-depressants. Well things have changed.
Well - the weight hasn't really. I'm still hovering around 288. I don't think I've gone back into the 290's, but I haven't been weighed in two weeks because I've had the flu the past two weeks on my weigh in day. Like having a fever over 100 degrees kind of flu. I'm sure my fellow WW members will appreciate knowing that I chose to stay home instead of polluting the air at the meeting.
I ended winning our biggest loser club at work. But I don't actually win anything because since the administration of the club kinda disappeared before the end - we didn't really finish and so we all kinda agreed that we take the money and buy a good scale for the office so that we can all weigh in at the same time and on the same scale. No more wonky nurses office scale. Anyways - our new biggest loser club is starting tomorrow, so it's time to get back into the I can do this mind frame because if I can win once - I can certainly win again. Time to start taking this weight back off again.
I'm off the anti-depressants. This has been a mixed bag. I do think the drugs were doing something to me because I have had more moments of crying and noticeable depression to me. But I'm beginning to feel in touch with my body once again. Like yesterday - for the first time in months I cleaned my apartment for more that 3 hours. Scary that my apartment needs that much cleaning (well it actually needs a lot more than that before anyone could call it liveable again). But it was the first time I felt like I could make a dent. Now I have to admit that when I do feel low - I feel really low, but at the same time I like the fact that I know that all my feelings are coming from me and not some chemical that I've put in my body.
And last night - for the first time since Chris' funeral - I slept in my bed. I've been sleeping on the futon in my living room for awhile - so it was pretty big thing to be sleeping in my bed. It does feel weird to be sleeping in a bed without Chris by my side, but it also made my back feel a lot better.
So today I am taking a step to getting back to a healthier me and everyday I just need to take a step because eventually all these steps will add up to a mile.
Well - the weight hasn't really. I'm still hovering around 288. I don't think I've gone back into the 290's, but I haven't been weighed in two weeks because I've had the flu the past two weeks on my weigh in day. Like having a fever over 100 degrees kind of flu. I'm sure my fellow WW members will appreciate knowing that I chose to stay home instead of polluting the air at the meeting.
I ended winning our biggest loser club at work. But I don't actually win anything because since the administration of the club kinda disappeared before the end - we didn't really finish and so we all kinda agreed that we take the money and buy a good scale for the office so that we can all weigh in at the same time and on the same scale. No more wonky nurses office scale. Anyways - our new biggest loser club is starting tomorrow, so it's time to get back into the I can do this mind frame because if I can win once - I can certainly win again. Time to start taking this weight back off again.
I'm off the anti-depressants. This has been a mixed bag. I do think the drugs were doing something to me because I have had more moments of crying and noticeable depression to me. But I'm beginning to feel in touch with my body once again. Like yesterday - for the first time in months I cleaned my apartment for more that 3 hours. Scary that my apartment needs that much cleaning (well it actually needs a lot more than that before anyone could call it liveable again). But it was the first time I felt like I could make a dent. Now I have to admit that when I do feel low - I feel really low, but at the same time I like the fact that I know that all my feelings are coming from me and not some chemical that I've put in my body.
And last night - for the first time since Chris' funeral - I slept in my bed. I've been sleeping on the futon in my living room for awhile - so it was pretty big thing to be sleeping in my bed. It does feel weird to be sleeping in a bed without Chris by my side, but it also made my back feel a lot better.
So today I am taking a step to getting back to a healthier me and everyday I just need to take a step because eventually all these steps will add up to a mile.
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