I went on down to my weekly Weight Watchers meeting yesterday. I was fairly confident in a good number, as I had cheated and checked my weight at home the day before. My scale (whom I will now refer to as "The Deceiver") told me I was down 3 pounds. The Weight Watchers scale (which I will call "The Ugly Truth-Teller), said I was down 0.8 pounds. Was I pleased with this reading? Not so much.
I have to realize, however, that sometimes that yucky bloated feeling means I am retaining water, and that might mean I weigh a little more on those days. So, while I am still angry with "The Deceiver" and more than a little annoyed with "The Ugly Truth-Teller," I know I did my best last week. I stayed active (although I only made it once to the sweat-pit we call the gym), and remained within my points range. I recorded everything, and again, did not even touch my extra weekly points allowance.
Guess what? I touched my extra points allowance last night! I deserve it, gosh darn it! And who knows...maybe my body is actually asking for a few extra calories to keep my metabolism up. Of course, it's not like I used those extra points on protein and complex carbs. Let's just say I let myself enjoy a couple brewskies while shooting pool and singing karaoke. Ahh beer. How I have foresaken thee in these recent months. It was nice to visit with you last night. Maybe we can have a brief interlude this coming weekend, but I daresay we shall not have such a lengthy encounter when next we meet.
I definitely earned my activity points today! After spending a fifth of my day cleaning and organizing my loft, I spent some time working up a sweat in front of my TV... dancing my boo-tay off! We got x-box kinect, and we are now the proud owners of such games as Dance Central, Biggest Loser Workout, and Zumba. So tonight, I spent some time familiarizing myself with Dance Central. After a rousing rendition of "Poker Face," I thought I would challenge myself to "Soulja Boy, Crank That." What a mistake that was! My white-ness has never been so apparent prior to tonight. I am not adapted to such moves as the "Robocop," nor can I pull off the actual act of "cranking that." In my attempt to crank, robocop, etc., I found myself cardiovascularly challenged. At least I was sweating and panting like a dehydrated dog. I decided to try out one more song, so I went with "I Know You Want Me (Calle Ocho)." There is nothing more physically rewarding than feeling like a true chola. I tapped in to my Latina side (yeah, that's like 1/8 of my background, maybe...), and you know what? I worked it! I was so close to lining my lips with a deep maroon liner, and filling in with nude lipstick, just to step further in to character. So now, I know my true minority affiliation. This will be helpful if I ever need to apply for universities and/or scholarships.
With all the craziness of today, I did not even get an iced tea till after 6 pm. I had to send my poor gimp (aka Brad) out for my tea, because I hadn't gotten to hold my baby boy since noon. I needed that tea to quench the thirst created by my dancing (not to mention, to kill the lingering caffeine-related ache in my head).
To finish off this lovely rainy day, we settled in for some "Big Love." Couldn't miss this week's Polygamist drama.
Tonight, I leave you with this:
"Rumba...Ella quiere su rumba (como?)"
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
My First Time...
January 26, 2011
I am a blog virgin. I admit it. But here I am, inspired by my friend Marisa (a different Marisa...I am trying to confuse everyone already), getting my blog on. So, please be patient with me as I familiarize myself with this site and try to adjust my profile/settings/background/etc.
Ultimately, my purpose here is to share myself with people a little better. I am not always the most open when it comes to my personal life (which might be a good thing, I don't know...), but instead, I tend to joke and laugh, which I plan to continue to do on here. Another purpose for this blog is to follow my journey through weight loss, and make you all keep me accountable! Now, before you get too excited, I am NOT sharing my exact weight with anyone except my Weight Watchers leader, but I do have to report to you guys how I am doing. Maybe some of you will be able to identify with my struggles, my triumphs, and the many adventures that I am sure are bound to take place. 2011 is the year of TRYING NEW THINGS. So here it goes!
A little background:
I began losing weight at the beginning of November, and took a brief hiatus during the Christmas season. Between November 5th and December 15th, I lost a total of about 17 pounds. OK, so I gained back 6 of those during Christmas (thanks a lot, See's Candy and endless mountains of simple carbohydrates), but I joined Weight Watchers this month, and I am happily back on track. My first meeting happened a week and a half ago, and when I weighed in after a week, I dropped an awesome 5.4 pounds. I rounded up to six since I was wearing jeans...I always feel like denim is heavier, yes? But whatever...not bad for a week's work. Best part? I haven't been hungry at all (bless you, giant banana, for you are worth 0 points and I can eat you without counting you!). The hardest part for me so far is getting my butt to the gym. I have made it over there a couple times now. Is anyone else a little intimidated by the big muscley sweaty dudes in spandex with their protein shakes and heavy grunting? Well, I am! So, this is why I really want to go to the gym for the Group X classes, like Zumba, Hip Hop, 24 S.E.T., and Camp 24. But tonight, to my disappointment, Zumba class was full, and I was forced to ellipticate (that's my word for "perform cardiovascular exercise upon the elliptical trainer) next to a sweaty spandex man. Blehh. Go lift your weights, you big gorilla!
So that is me, up-to-date. Aside from that, I had a fabulous morning at M.O.P.S. (Mothers of Pre-Schoolers, for those of you who don't know), enjoyed our tea & testimony, and then picked Jacob up from his MOPPETS class. I love how he usually reacts when I pick him up. I excitedly squeak "Hi Jakey!!! Did you have fun today?!" He turns his little face to acknowledge my presence for about half a second, then goes back to whatever he was doing. Glad to see you missed me, kid!
Well, for all of you who are curious, my weigh-ins occur every Saturday, so if I don't post my progress by Sunday night, you all have my permission to hound me until I do...whether I lose, maintain, or (GOD FORBID) gain...I am required by law (or at least my own conscience) to post my results. Hope y'alls have a good night. Oh, and my sign off is always going to be some sort of song lyric or quote, so get used to that. For tonight, I leave you with this:
"Let's get down to business to defeat the Huns. Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons?" - Mulan
I am a blog virgin. I admit it. But here I am, inspired by my friend Marisa (a different Marisa...I am trying to confuse everyone already), getting my blog on. So, please be patient with me as I familiarize myself with this site and try to adjust my profile/settings/background/etc.
Ultimately, my purpose here is to share myself with people a little better. I am not always the most open when it comes to my personal life (which might be a good thing, I don't know...), but instead, I tend to joke and laugh, which I plan to continue to do on here. Another purpose for this blog is to follow my journey through weight loss, and make you all keep me accountable! Now, before you get too excited, I am NOT sharing my exact weight with anyone except my Weight Watchers leader, but I do have to report to you guys how I am doing. Maybe some of you will be able to identify with my struggles, my triumphs, and the many adventures that I am sure are bound to take place. 2011 is the year of TRYING NEW THINGS. So here it goes!
A little background:
I began losing weight at the beginning of November, and took a brief hiatus during the Christmas season. Between November 5th and December 15th, I lost a total of about 17 pounds. OK, so I gained back 6 of those during Christmas (thanks a lot, See's Candy and endless mountains of simple carbohydrates), but I joined Weight Watchers this month, and I am happily back on track. My first meeting happened a week and a half ago, and when I weighed in after a week, I dropped an awesome 5.4 pounds. I rounded up to six since I was wearing jeans...I always feel like denim is heavier, yes? But whatever...not bad for a week's work. Best part? I haven't been hungry at all (bless you, giant banana, for you are worth 0 points and I can eat you without counting you!). The hardest part for me so far is getting my butt to the gym. I have made it over there a couple times now. Is anyone else a little intimidated by the big muscley sweaty dudes in spandex with their protein shakes and heavy grunting? Well, I am! So, this is why I really want to go to the gym for the Group X classes, like Zumba, Hip Hop, 24 S.E.T., and Camp 24. But tonight, to my disappointment, Zumba class was full, and I was forced to ellipticate (that's my word for "perform cardiovascular exercise upon the elliptical trainer) next to a sweaty spandex man. Blehh. Go lift your weights, you big gorilla!
So that is me, up-to-date. Aside from that, I had a fabulous morning at M.O.P.S. (Mothers of Pre-Schoolers, for those of you who don't know), enjoyed our tea & testimony, and then picked Jacob up from his MOPPETS class. I love how he usually reacts when I pick him up. I excitedly squeak "Hi Jakey!!! Did you have fun today?!" He turns his little face to acknowledge my presence for about half a second, then goes back to whatever he was doing. Glad to see you missed me, kid!
Well, for all of you who are curious, my weigh-ins occur every Saturday, so if I don't post my progress by Sunday night, you all have my permission to hound me until I do...whether I lose, maintain, or (GOD FORBID) gain...I am required by law (or at least my own conscience) to post my results. Hope y'alls have a good night. Oh, and my sign off is always going to be some sort of song lyric or quote, so get used to that. For tonight, I leave you with this:
"Let's get down to business to defeat the Huns. Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons?" - Mulan
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