Good morning! I missed Saturday. It was a very busy day, so here I am on Monday!

Last week was either great or not so great, depending on the day. Monday was great. I ate well and did my physical therapy.

Tuesday was baaaaaaad. I was achy and crampy and my friend brought over a dozen donuts without warning, and, it was not good. And it was good :-).

Wednesday I ate well but still felt too yucky to exercise.

Thursday I ate great and did physical therapy. My sister has me doing lunges. I’ve done them a few times and only felt it in my quads, but on Thursday, I really worked my glutes. I’m still feeling it today. This is exciting because I’ve always had a flat butt and I’d love to give it some shape. Maybe these lunges will work! They’ve worked for her. She had a woman come up to her after a show and say that she (my sister) has the nicest bottom she’d ever seen, and told my sister that she (the lady) had photographed it during the show.

What’d’ya say to that? My sister told the lady about lunges. I laughed.

Friday I didn’t have time to exercise, but I ate decent until the slice of cheesecake that night with my brother. And it was only one piece, relatively small. We sent the rest of the cake home with him.

We’re not speaking of Saturday. I hosted a baby shower and the food was really good. I ate a lot of it. All day.

Darnit but I like good food.

I can tell that I’m getting stronger. My physical therapy is working and I’m able to do more, adding new exercises, and I’m starting to add leg weights. This is very exciting.

How was your week?

I took this week off. I needed to break some cycles and get emotionally psyched up again. I meant to continue my physical therapy and just break from worrying about food, but I didn’t do any exercises until yesterday.

As for getting psyched up, I don’t know. A little, I guess. I had a few good crying sessions yesterday, wallowing in my frustrations and excuses. It sucked at the time, but now I feel good having it out. I’m not excited or joyous by any stretch, but I’m somewhat peaceful.

So I’ll work out today, maybe go to Costco and get a fresh supply of veggies, cook up some chicken breasts, and get ready.

I’m not going to weigh myself for awhile. This morning I was 227, and that will suffice. Perhaps not focusing on the pounds will lift my sense of pressure and failure, which I’ve gotten very, very tired of. Besides, more than losing scale pounds, what I really want is for the bulge above my pants, which aren’t even tight, to go away. I want to wear my 18’s again. Comfortably. And dare I even hope, be able to buy 16’s?

How was your week?

I did my physical therapy every day this week except for Tuesday, when I was really too tired to function, carryover from being sick I think.

I’m eating too much at night. My days are good, nights, bad. I don’t get it, either. I don’t feel deprived during the day. I think I’m eating enough, but night comes, I make dinner, it’s good, and I eat a lot of it. Then I get frustrated with myself.

How are you doing?

Well, despite being sick all week, I did manage to eat well and do physical therapy Monday through Thursday. I didn’t think to do it yesterday until I was in bed and not about to get up again. And then yesterday, I ate a bunch of donut holes right before dinner.

I weighed in this morning at 225.4, or .6, I don’t remember. And I’ve been trying really hard to stay hydrated, so hopefully it’s legit.

I’m very tired of being sick. And now, little Clark finally has a fever. I don’t know why everyone in the house had to get sick One. At. A. Time. We’re approaching week 4 of a sick household. Without a break if I’m not mistaken. And I’m not even better yet.

How was your week?

Well, I’m certain that none of you are surprised that I didn’t do any exercise this week. Between the tailbone injury, menstruating, Clark up at night, and finally getting sick, I didn’t have a break. I ate ok though.

I’m starting to feel the pressure. At our last monthly meeting (with Katie and Gayle) I said that I wanted to lose 4 pounds before our meeting in March. Of course, I don’t remember what I weighed that day, but I think it was 228 and something. So I’d need to be 224 and something, which I haven’t been in a long time. This morning, I was 227.2.

Three pounds.

Can I lose three pounds in, what, a couple of weeks? No.

I mean, I probably could, but it seems silly of me to even consider it since I’ve been trying to lose weight for two months now and have lost a whopping 2.6 pounds. And that’s on a good day.

Pout. Stomp. Stomp harder. Flail arms. Glower.

Sigh.

I’m going to make a shake for breakfast and knit something.

Bad, bad week.

Sigh.

I’m going to try to do good today, eating my shakes and going for a walk. It’s a beautiful day. Hopefully Clark will sleep well this upcoming week and I’ll feel a little more motivated to exercise.

And I’ll stop eating chocolate. Dove’s dark, individually wrapped chocolate hearts were my downfall.

Regale me. How did you do?

Good morning. I had a decent week. Not spectacular, not bad. I exercised Monday through Thursday. Missed yesterday, but today I intend to do both PT and treadmill to make up for it. So far, I’ve done some weights.

I weighed 226.4 this morning, which was nice. I weighed twice, to make sure because my scale is temperamental and it can change sometimes. Like, when I weighed myself 15 minutes later and was 227. Twice. But I’m sticking with the 226.4 thank-you-very-much!

I also measured my hips and waist. Hips were down 1/2 inch, and waist was down 2 1/2 inches from January 20th, which is when I measured last. I am now very happy I started measuring!

My sister is joining Health Group this week, hopefully she’ll check in. She said that her doctor said that if you fill your intestines with fiber in the morning, it blocks fat absorption later in the day. She’s had success with a low calorie, high fiber cereal (don’t know which one) that she has with 2% milk, honey, and half a banana.

I’m still hanging with my shakes, but I thought I’d pass it on to those of you who would be interested.

How was your week?

Not a good day.

I’m grumpy. I didn’t sleep well. Clark is fussy. Which is a lot of the reason I didn’t sleep well. The house is a mess. As usual. My frogs are dead. I’m not losing any weight. And I’m going to whine.

If you don’t want to hear it, I don’t blame you. Come back next week.

I’m trying to exercise, but it’s so difficult to get the opportunity. I have to do it when Nate isn’t working in the office, because that’s where the treadmill and weights are. I have to do it when Clark’s asleep or someone else has charge of him. In the morning when Nate isn’t working in the office, I’m getting the girls ready for school and tending to Clark. After Nate’s workday is done, I’m standing over the girls like a vulture so they get their homework done and I’m making dinner. And tending to Clark. After bedtime, I’m tired, and the house is trashed, and leaving the housework to go and work out is really hard for me. As much as I try, I keep feeling like I need to get the house tidy, the dishes done, the clutter picked up before I exercise. Which translates to never getting to exercise because I JUST CAN’T DO IT!

It’s so distressing to spend a day sorting, cleaning, and organizing, only to go to bed with it looking like I didn’t do anything. Do that for days at a time, and finally in frustration, I spend a day playing with yarn instead, all the while feeling guilty for not sorting, cleaning, and organizing. Then I’m so behind, there’s really no catching up. And I still don’t exercise.

I realize I’m being dramatic. Not every week is like this, but this one was. And I hate it. So I’m a big, mean, grumpy mom and wife today and heaven help me we’re going to get this house clean.

And Abby is going to miraculously get all of her school projects that she’s way behind on done, and study for a make-up test on forensics she’s taking on Monday. She’s going to be self motivated and get it done without me standing over her like a vulture because I’m going to be cleaning the freaking house.

And then, since we’re dreaming, all of the horrible, despicable people that are spamming my blog into oblivion will go away and get a life and leave my old posts alone. My email accounts will stop actively eating my emails, most of which I can’t retrieve on webmail. And the daisies will sway in the fragrant breeze on a warm summer’s day. Do you hear the little birds?

229.6. That’s my weight this morning. This is the second week now that I spend all week in the low 227’s, maybe even in the 226’s, but on Saturday, back up to 229.

I really wouldn’t mind if I knew I’d done my best to eat well and exercise. And drink water. (Wanna know what I had for lunch yesterday? Potato salad and pudding. Tell me I’m not depressed) But I haven’t. And the opportunity to do so eludes me.

Good morning. At least it would be if I’d had any sleep to speak of last night. I fell unconscious around midnight, and Clark woke up at 4:37 this morning. He’s back asleep for the time being, but I’m not, about an hour and a half earlier than I intended. That’s ok, so long as I make it through the day without falling asleep. Today is my silk spinning class with Paula Shull, who I’ve already met and spoken to a few times casually.

Health Group- I weighed in at 229.4, or .2 this morning. I don’t remember. I’m sure it would have been less, but I was still dressed in my PJ’s. It’s cold in my house, and I didn’t want to get colder. Plus, I had a pizza gorge fest last night at 10:30 pm or so when I got home. I wasn’t hungry at dinner time at Madrona, so I didn’t eat anything. By the time I got home and started nibbling on a piece, I turned into a ravenous beast and ate 2 pieces of pepperoni, 2 pieces of rosemary chicken, and had a caffeine free Coke. So that was on the scale with me this morning as well as the clothing.

Earlier in the week, I was hovering in the low 227’s which is good, because I haven’t been exercising AT ALL. Not a bit. This week has been off, schedule-wise, so while I’ve been eating decent for the most part, I’m not considering it a “diet week”. I’ll start up Monday again without contempt.

How was your week?