More wistful thoughts about days gone by and those lean bodies we used to own and take for granted. So I thought I'd share this fun picture I recently unearthed of me with my wonderful high school pal, Ann ... circa 1971. Apparently we were in a surfer themed Homecoming Parade, although neither one of us can recall this. (These bewildering blank moments will happen to you too someday, young readers.) See the really pretty girl on the left with the terrific smile and the legs that go forever? Yeah that's not me.
Weeeee, it's been a busy week with some kitchen remodeling, landscape design and our precious 12 year old lab, Angel, in for surgery. Not much time for blogging but not much to report anyway. Our weight loss progress has really slooooowed down the past couple of weeks. We've got the plateau blues, when your body hunkers down and says, "dude, are you serious about this thing?" And we say, "hell yes, why is that even a question?" And your body says, "meh, just not feelin' it." And we hurl f-bombs at the scale all week.
So between Mike and me this week? Just 4 stinkin' sticks of butter, i.e. 1/2 lb. each. Phtt. At least we're going in the right direction, so we'll take it. But wait! Look at the Meltdown Meter! We've now tipped the scales past the halfway point ... 65 sticks melted and 63 sticks to go! OK, feeling better now.
Oh, and I lied before when I said I felt all empowered and whatever when I ordered that salad entree in a restaurant back in August. Because we had to eat dinner out several nights this week as our kitchen was inoperable and, well ... let's just say my entrees were not even remotely green. Sorry, dear ol' college roommate Katie, who offered sage advice about checking out the restaurant menu online beforehand, thereby pre-planning the healthiest choice. I have disgraced you.
You think that might have something to do with my nary-a-pound weight loss? Naaaaaah.
6 comments:
Well, you didn't gain, so must be okay.
I'd rather be stagnant than climb up the scale. That's good, right?
I am SOOOOOOOO with you on the stresses of a kitchen remodel. It's hard to keep anything together in such chaos, much less a strict eating plan.
You may be getting to that point in weight loss, too, where you need to fool your body by having a few BIG eats, and then hunkering back down. Everytime my sister comes to visit--and she's in constant weight loss mode--she is desperate for having plateaued, and then we feed her tamales or something she would never have otherwise, and then she goes home and finally loses those next three pounds.
Jocelyn:
That is so interesting because I actually did use 3 lbs. right after a big cheat a couple weeks ago! So, er .. are you giving me permission to scarf a cheeseburger?????
Huh. I mean LOSE 3 lbs. I sure can't USE 3 lbs.
Hey!
Thanks for stopping by my blog and for the great comments. :)
I think your blog looks great! I'm excited to look around. Oh, and now I REALLY want a cheeseburger.
And I <3 butter ON my carbs,
~Jenn (Ex Hot Girl)
Yeah, I'm with Julie. You didn't gain anything, and so you're still in good shape. Scarf on, sister. But please call if you're going for the Big Mac. You know how I hate to be left out.
I have lost some sticks of butter too, but don't know how many. I am not good at math, as most anyone who knows me is aware. But I'm back in my 2's!
I would love to see the kitchen remodel when it's fini.
That picture is really fun. You look like you're having a great time, being so young and carefree and eating whatever you want. (sigh), I long for those days.
Be at your Etsy shop this week!
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