Whoa! Full-time Job and Preschool!

For those not following along, my son is autistic. He just turned three on the 14th of this month and so could start preschool after his birthday. This last week was CRAZY. I couldn't have picked a more insane time to start my Mary Kay business, I tell ya.

So, let me start off by saying that I've been SUPER naughty. I've pretty much eaten whatever (but I TRY to keep it within reason) and haven't been good about tracking my food. That needs to STOP. Joshua's birthday was no exception. Veggies, hummus, pita bread wedges, and tzatziki along with loads of cookies instead of cake, were a recipe for overeating. Everything but the cookies were SO good for you, but hummus adds up quickly, and GAWD knows what the tzatziki adds up to be. Nevermind the 4 cookies I ate. Ridiculous.

So wipe that off the schedule and I received my Mary Kay business supplies, ie. the starter kit and my QuickBooks software and some basic filing supplies. Tack on the fact that 50 pounds gone means NOT A SINGLE THING FITS anymore. And, I mean, that's a good thing, right? But Mary Kay would like us to be feminine and wear skirts. I wore my ONLY pants suit to my first meeting and that's when I was told that that was okay, mostly, but skirts were preferred. In fact, I've found that many woman believe that as long as there's a skirt, they can be mostly casual. That's another story...

Anyway, I hit up thrift stores. I'm not ashamed to admit that beggars cannot be choosers. I have SO little cash, that I'm starting up Mary Kay. Hello?! Yeah, I don't have hundreds of bucks to spend on clothes that I HOPE TO GAWD don't fit me in 6 months. So, I hit up Value Village and Goodwill. Less than $90 later, I came home with 4-6 skirts, 3 suit jackets, 1 dress suit, and 2 pairs of really nice shoes. And, all of that is a write-off for my business. And you darn well better know I'm keepin' track. Thank you QuickBooks. OH, that reminds me. Hafta add the QuickBook expense to the Office Supplies Expense Account. Whoops.

So, once again, how about the weight?! I lost another pound. Maybe I'm selfish, but I SO wanna see that number get bigger. But, I don't really deserve it at all. I've been SO BAD. Why should I even have lost a pound?! I should be grateful (and I really kinda am), but I find myself getting all bent outta shape about the whole thing. I want more....Sheesh. I'm being such a baby, right? At least it's a loss.

Anyway, more preschool tomorrow morning where Joshua will spend at least 15 minutes with 3 different therapists and 30 minutes with a speech therapist and then the rest of what's left of two hours playing and having a good time. My day starts at 5:40 am tomorrow, so I'd better head off to bed. I feel a cold coming on and I know that means I'd BETTER get to BED NOW! Mom's can't be sick. We're too amazing to be sick.

My Birthday Gift - Get to Goal

This week, I celebrated my 32nd birthday. I still managed to lose just over a pound despite the food, the drink, and the lack of working out thanks to much celebration.

I also had a break from my son, some respite, thanks to my parents who watched him for almost 4 days. He had a blast going to two baseballs games (my parents hold season tickets) and playing with my parents several cats and three dogs. Mommy and Daddy got some fun in with a friend from out of town and actually got some serious plumbing done in our bathroom which we have gutted and are remodeling. Until it's finished, we have ZERO shower/bath. We have ONE toilet and ONE sink. Life kinda, well, stinks right now. I feel perpetually filthy.

So, I'm doing okay this week. Managed to lose some weight. I'm feeling a little sweet-tooth-ish. I'm having a hard time NOT grubbing on ice cream and cookies. Those things aren't even in my house and I'm having a hard time avoiding them. It's been tough, but I've handled it okay. 

It was TOM this week and so cramps and bloating was my birthday gift to myself this year. Oh, well. That's life, right? 

Anyway, next year, I think I'd like to give myself a better gift. I think next year, I'd like to reach my goal weight before my birthday. I don't think it's completely unreasonable. If I'd like to lose about 60 pounds, figuring about a pound and a half per week, that's 40 weeks. That puts me in July? I think... Anyway, it's still before my birthday by, like, a month or so. Like I said, I don't think it's totally unreasonable. It doesn't take plateaus into account, but it doesn't take the occasional two or two and a half pound loss weeks into account either. For now, that's my LONG RANGE target. I have a much closer goal to focus on right now.

My next goal is to get under 175 pounds. I haven't been 175 pounds in almost 10 years. Before that, I was that weight my junior year of high school. It's a mental weight loss hurtle I intend to get over.

Okay, so, I'm pooped guys. I'm going to run. See you all next week. Until then, stay healthy, eat right, and move your body!

Stuffing Face

Okay, so last week, I never posted. I'm REALLY sorry. I had a crazy week. I ate too much. I know I did. I kept snacking and I didn't track EVERYTHING I ate.

As a result, I dropped only .8 pounds. Less than 1 pound. But I'll take it because it's a loss, right? Sure, I'd liked to have had more, but I can't be ungrateful for the loss. After all, I know I didn't do that well.

This week isn't shaping up much better. This weekend is my birthday weekend and all this week has been a blur of family get togethers and the like. It doesn't help that I've been RAVENOUS this week. Again, I can't stop eating and exercise has been hard to fit in with all the family stuff and appointments. I'm feeling pretty gross this week and I expect a gain.

When I lost the .8 pounds, I finally went over the 50 pounds lost mark! Yay! I was really excited. I'll be shocked though, if I manage to keep it. I think I'll gain and then I'll just have to do better to get back to that "50 pounds lost " mark again.

I'm also feeling sick. I feel like I have a cold or something, which could just be my period coming. A lot of times, I end up getting stuffed up and feeling sick in my PMS week. I liken it to the symptoms pregnant women feel when they get pregnant. Their mucus production increases and they can feel like they have a cold. I think my body must do something similar. I have no idea. I'm SO not a doctor.

Anyway, so this is my PMS week. I'm in the hell that is before TOM shows up. And when TOM or Aunt Flo get here, I'll be very happy. I'm also looking forward to using the birth control patch. I've never used it before. I've always been on the pill, although I'm not on anything at the moment. I chose the patch because I just don't think I can remember to take my birth control pill every day at the same time. I can't even get here to blog once a week!! I end up forgetting that! I'll forget the pill.

Okay guys, it's 9 o'clock here. I'm pooped. I'm gonna wrap this up. Wish me luck this Sunday, but I'll accept whatever that scale says.

Slow, but steady!

I've heard the saying, "Slow and steady wins the race." It always makes me think of the tortoise and the hare, of course. Those crazy, "Lose 10 lbs this week!" diets have never been for me. I know the hare loses. Every. Time. I've always known that this was going to be a long process. I'm the tortoise. I have to be.

This week, I lost 1.6 lbs. Not the huge exciting number of previous weeks, but a loss nevertheless. Slow and steady. I consider 1.6 pounds a huge win considering that I worked out on Tuesday at the gym, but no aerobics. And, I did Pilates, but didn't get back to the gym on Thursday. In fact, my husband and I celebrated Valentine's Day on Thursday night together at an Italian restaurant where I loaded up a HUGE salad from the salad bar and then topped it off with 4 pieces of their wood-fired, thin-ish crust pizzas. Oh, yeah! I saved up my Weight Watcher's Points all week so I could go out and go nuts.

Unfortunately, I found out that going crazy (I had 78 points that day to my 33 daily allowed), made the next day, hell. I saw for the first time how overeating leads to more overeating as my body screamed at me the next day to match the day before. I used 44 points on Friday - 11 points over my goal. Yesterday, I got back on track, but it was hard.

I consider this last week a bust. I'm happy to see that I lost anything. I was prepared to see zero weight loss, so still meeting the recommended 1.5-2 lbs/week was a major thrill. I certainly can see that I would not be happy if I went out and had a binge night every week (which is one system some use). I would rather use my weekly points as a safety net in case I go over my daily points.

This week will hopefully be better than last week and I hope to see a bigger loss. Unfortunately, I get to start my next week (not this Sunday, but next Sunday) out with my Dad's birthday celebration, which will surely result in clams, shrimp, salad, and CHEESECAKE... Eek. We'll see how well I do then. God knows what temptations I'll face.

Watching the Biggest Loser, which I've never watched before, has been a big will-power booster. It keeps me going and I can watch it whenever I find myself struggling. Those trainers and the contestants are huge inspirations. I hope I can stretch the show out for a while. I have a lot of seasons to catch up on and that's good.

So, let the week begin!

As for the infection I mentioned last week, I got that horrid answer, "Nothing." Yeah, and it's better, but still there. There's still a little lump in my chin, but it's smaller. So, who knows. I guess I won't worry about it. It's clearly not cancer itself, or it'd show up and then get bigger and bigger. I'd like to know why my lymphatic system is flipping out, but I guess I have to wait and see.

Anyway, here's to another week of loss. I've almost lost 10lbs since starting. I will do this. I can't wait until that 10 pound mark gets here. I'm so EXCITED! BRING ON THE SMALLER PANTS! YEAH!