Tuesday, May 26, 2009

I had a rough week but was lucky enough to come out of it unscathed. Nothing gained, nothing lost.

Lots of fun stuff on the social calendar for this week, which in my book means good food is involved.

The plan is to pick up my exercising.

I overindulged at the BBQ yesterday (the ribs were bangin’), I’m taking a trip with 3T and family to Hershey Park, and Saturday will probably be a date night.

I’m a sick, sick puppy who is already thinking about all the goodies I want to eat at the park. Chocolate (of course), funnel cakes, hot dogs and fries. (OMG, I seriously can’t remember the last time I ate a hotdog!)

Wonder how many calories walking around the park will burn off?


Monday, May 25, 2009



I have finally broken through the fat ceiling and lost weight!

To me losing 3lbs is like losing 40; it feels so great!

I guess I'm going to gain it all back today because it is the fateful holiday BBQ and, it's at my parents' house.

My parents' house is my weakness.

It might as well be the candy covered house from Hansel and Gretel b/c when I'm there I eat everything in sight; walls, floors, ceilings, all of it.

I think it's the wonder of having tons of food around that I didn't have to prepare myself.

Food always tastes better when it's made by someone else, and flavored with their blood, sweat, and tears.

Plus, when I cook, I ruin my appetite by tasting.

And, I'm so exhausted from the cutting, chopping, measuring, browning, and creating of awesomeness that I barely want to even eat (it does happen, just rarely).

So, the parents' house is the perfect solution: everything I like, no work involved.

I will commence to stuffing my face.

I went running, though, to try to at least get my metabolism in gear.

The two of us have a big day ahead.

Enjoy your holiday!

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Stuffing It

My face.

Every since I let my guard down to enjoy my birthday, I have been stuffing it.

I actually think that I consumed so much ooey, gooey, greasy goodness this weekend that Sunday night featured me, and my porcelain homeboy getting very friendly with each other.

Let's review what I ate this weekend, and then you can tell me (actually, just spare me b/c I can't handle the truth) if there is any chance of me NOT gaining weight this week.

Naughty Foods:
Ice cream cake (2 slices)
Huge Steak (w/some sorta flavored butter smeared on top)
Shoestring Fries
salad with regular dressing
Various alcoholic beverages (probably only 2 and a half)
regular (gasp!) soda
chocolate covered almonds (nearly an entire Costco sized bag)
shrimp sandwich from Cheesecake Factory
tons of avocado (some delicious appetizer from CCF)
french fries
sweet tea
more popcorn
ice cream
and undoubtedly a few other items that I have chosen to forget in order to maintain any sense of self I have remaining

It wasn't all bad, though.

I have discovered a healthy snack that I quite enjoy: roasted edamame.

It is pretty yum, once you get over the initial shock of the taste which is kinda like sunflower seeds, but not quite as good.

They grow on you.

And, if you can't stomach them plain, they are really good on salads.

That's the bright side.

The only bright side.

That, and the fact that I ran every day this past weekend, to try to counteract some of the food.

Doubt it worked.

I fully intend to skip my weekly weigh in.

What I don't know can't hurt me:) -3T

Tuesday, May 19, 2009


I didn’t post last week. Maybe I should have.


Because last week I could’ve shouted from the roof top that I lost two pounds.

But this week?

This week, I’m back to my normal crappy lose some, gain some pattern.

I gained a pound.

Yeah, it’s only one pound but I would have rather the scale not move at all then gain even a little.

Guess I partied (and ate) like it was my birthday and not 3T’s.

My aerobics class is also coming to an end and it looks like I’ll have to find another one to attend. The class time is changing so I won’t be able to make it because…I have a job.

Apparently the Department of Parks and Recreation thinks that most people who want to participate in their exercise classes are available to attend Monday through Friday between the hours of 9:30 and 11 a.m., since this is when the bulk of their classes are offered.

Don’t know for sure, but I highly doubt Granny wants to join a kickboxing class. Could be wrong but I’m pretty confident in my thinking here.


Friday, May 15, 2009

It's my birthday and I'll eat if I want to

Starting with chocolate covered almonds.

Thank you, Costco for adding this delightful little number to your inventory.

I've looked at them sitting on your shelf for two weeks now and today I said, Self, it's your birthday, might has well enjoy it.

So, I bought them, and now I am eating them (with a diet coke chaser!).

And, I am smiling.

I like to stretch out my birthday celebrations over an entire weekend, and since my idea of fun generally always includes food (and possibly alcohol), I don't expect to make much progress this week.

Although, I don't expect to make much progress any week, because (per my previous posts), I have not lost any weight yet.

A few ounces (yes, I count those too), here and there, but that's it.

I figure, if even on the days/weeks when I am eating well and working out nothing happens, then there is not much reason for me to deny myself birthday pleasure, is there?

Now if I gain two pounds this week, I will be very pissed.

Actually, maybe I won't, because at least then I can lose it next week and finally feel happy that what I am doing is working.


I'm still gonna run so hopefully, some of the bad I put in will be canceled out by the good I am doing on the outside.

Catch up with you when my drug (aka food) induced stupor wears off sometime next week:) -3T

Monday, May 11, 2009


This is all I can think these days.

Where has all the fat gone?


It's exactly where it was last week (and the week before, and the week before, and...).

Attached to my fat ass.

Not sure why I can't seem to lose weight.

Let's rewind to about four/five weeks ago.

I was doing nothing to lose weight.

No exercise. No food intake moderation. Nothing.

I was enjoying brownie batter, and ice cream , and mini Kit Kats. I was ordering sausage at breakfast, and french fries at dinner.

I was happy with my food choices, but miserable with my fatness.

So, silly me, I decided to make a change.

I cut out the junk (mostly), and got moving.

I have been eating oatmeal for lunch and veggies (alongside my Smart Ones meal) for dinner.

This weekend I ran 4 miles (last weekend I did 5). Maybe that doesn't sound like much, but it is 100% more than what I was doing 4/5 weeks ago.

So why am I still fat?

Why do my clothes fit the same?

Why do I look and feel the same?

Why has the scale not moved one pound?

It must be broken. That's what it is, it's broken!

Next week I will weigh somewhere else.

'Cause, seriously, if I don't mark a change soon, I will be enjoying brownie mix unabashedly for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and the only thing that will be able to stop me is a wicked case of diarrhea. -3T

Friday, May 8, 2009

Blame it on a-a-a-a-a-alcohol

I’m back from Florida and at this point two pounds heavier again. I say at this point because at my next weigh in (Monday) I will not be surprised if the numbers go up even more.

I tried to be good. I tried to make good choices but my lack of will power, in addition to alcohol consumption, and well, things got bad. Drinking lowers inhibitions. For some chicks that means turning into promiscuous ho bags—for me it means eating anything in sight.

I really need to get my ass in gear. This up and down is just a waste of time. There is really no point in suffering for a week only to throw it all out the window the next. I’ve been at this for about two months now and am only down 5 pounds and still fucking fat.

I think part of my problem is that on a daily basis I feel pretty good about myself. Yes, I look in the mirror but it just doesn’t seem that bad. But seeing a picture of myself snapped my ass back to reality quick. 3T just sent me some pics she took a few weeks ago. Not cute. Not cute at all. (And no way in HELL am I putting those on my internet dating profile.) And then I did this self torture thing where I compared the photos of today to those from last year…when I weighed 20 pounds less. Why did I let myself get back here?

Seriously, I’ve got to get it together.


Wednesday, May 6, 2009

See Mommy Run

Because I have been.

The sadness caused by my lack of weight loss is gone (almost), and I have been inspired to do more, push harder, to reach my goal. You know, my goal of losing at least one stinkin' pound.

To make it happen, I have fully gotten back into running.

I have a true love/hate relationship with the sport.

I hate getting ready to do. I hate how it makes me feel for the first five or ten minutes. And, I hate that since I don't have a treadmill or a jogging stroller, I can only do it when Hubby is home to keep the kids.

Because, I also love it. I love how I feel after the first five or ten minutes. I love how accomplished I feel when I'm done doing it. And I love that, since I don't have a treadmill or a jogging stroller, Hubby has to watch the kids (and I can be alone) when I do it.

Hubby was home, so I ran Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.

I didn't go very far, and I didn't go very fast, but I went which is more than I can say for the week before.

And, I noticed that by Sunday, I was going a little bit further, a little bit faster, and without all the heavy-breathing-I-think-I'm-gonna-die stuff.

So, lets hope that when I weigh myself at the end of the week I note a difference.

If not, there will be hell to pay, body, and you will be S-O-R-R-Y! -3T

Friday, May 1, 2009


Today was a sad day in the land of 3T.

I learned that after a week of salads for lunch and weight watchers meals for dinner, working at least once and sometimes twice a day, and putting myself through a form of torture that should be recognized by the Geneva Conventions, that I did not lose one. Single, Effing, Pound.

I hate my face (and my thighs, and my back, and my disgusting, wiggly, gut) right now.

I am unable to provide any words of wisdom for those of you beginning this treacherous journey.

And (for the first time ever), I am all outta witty one liners and smart alecky quips.

Right now I am just sad. Very, very, sad that, as I approach my 31st birthday, I remain unhappy with my body bag that is perpetually trapping the pretty young thang that I know I still am inside.

For the first time ever, I am too sad to eat. For dinner tonight I ate two pieces of sushi and a couple of strawberries, and guess what, I'm not even hungry.

So, friends, I will return in a few days when I am better able to be a pleasant companion in the weight loss journey, because no one likes a Mopey Mabel hanging around them when they can't even turn to ice cream and chocolate chip cookies for joy and comfort. -3T