Shortest blog post ever

This will be short but I just wanted to give you a quick up date.

Weight loss

I didn't lose any weight this week but did manage to shed a total of 1.75 inches from my arms, hips and waist. I'll take it as a success!

Dating

Silence...that's what I've gotten from him. So, I'm moving toward the "he can suck it" phase of our short lived "relationship."

--TOL

THE Date

I had a great time on my date yesterday, even though there was some sweating (on my part, of course) and I felt way over dressed for the occasion.

But we really do have a lot in common and I'm still interested in getting to know him better (which I let him know) but the question is, is he?

So the waiting begins.

Is he going to call to see me again? Will he just want to be friends? Guess we'll see.

I'm actually cool with it either way. I calmed down about the whole thing on Saturday before meeting him. Because really, I am who I am, and if he can't appreciate how awesome I am, even if I do get sweaty, and shy, and I'm still working on losing these extra pounds I keep finding, then that's his loss.

I'll keep you posted!

-TOL

Is it fate?

I have a date on Sunday and guess what? I’m interested in him. I mean, I like what I know so far and want to get to know him better, which is really weird because I usually don’t like anyone am very particular. But now I’m really nervous, and I’m freaking out because I’m scared he’s not gonna like me. We have a lot in common except…he’s really in shape and as you know; I’m a work in progress.

So here’s the back story…

Once upon a time, About two years ago, there was a princess I moved from a small town in Florida to the DC metro area. It was a great opportunity and a wonderful way to get away from the commitment phobe-ex-boyfriend change of scenery. I would be close to BFF, start a great new job, and of course meet the man of my dreams be exposed to a bigger pool of available men.

After getting settled the match making began. A friend of BFF’s decided to put me in touch with an eligible bachelor. I was the new girl in town, would he be available to show me around? He agreed.

I was very hesitant and not sure if I was really ready to move on but was forced encouraged by BFF to email him. We emailed back and forth a few times but both of schedules were full, I just started a new job and was getting ready to go home for Christmas, and he's really busy at work during the end of the year, so we agreed to meet up after I got back in town.

So naturally I saw the ex while visiting Florida, got sucked back in, and decided that I wasn’t interested in meeting up with the new guy.

Fast forward two years….

Obviously things didn’t work out between me and the ex since, he's my ex, I'm still single, and I’ve been sharing my horror interesting online dating stories with you. Well, a couple of weeks ago I was reading this guy’s profile and he said that his mom is German and his dad is black and he is often mistaken for being Latino. I thought this was funny since I’m the same “mixture” and can’t tell you how often people just start speaking Spanish to me. Anyway, I emailed him and shared my little story with him totally not expecting to hear back from him. But I did. And then I looked at his profile name…and I started questioning whether this could be the same guy that I totally ditched a couple years earlier.

Granted it was a common name but ya never know, right? Anyway, we kept communicating and then he friended me on Facebook and his first and last name matched up.

I’m usually against friending people on FB that I don’t know in real life but I made an exception because there are exceptions to every rule and I can decided to change them as I please I was hoping he’d have an email address listed so I could make sure the name isn’t just a coincidence. And he did and yes, it’s him.

I shared this information with him and he vaguely remembers me. (Won’t hold that against him because I don’t expect that little bit of emailing we did to hold a spot in his brain like it did mine. You know, I’m the one who has been sitting here regretting not ever contacting him again.)

But now we’re going out on Sunday and did I mention that I'm freaking out. I don’t know what I’m going to wear (besides my spanx), and I’m afraid I’m going to say something stupid, or worse clam up and become mute, and I’m really afraid I’m going to start sweating profusely. Which is actually a legitimate concern. Aahhh! I’ll let you know how it goes.

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Weigh-in

I did it! I lost two pounds this week. I’m totally into it now and have the motivation to keep it up. I will need to be extra disciplined in the coming weeks because my Power Sculpting class won’t be meeting for two weeks. They claim it’s a summer break but I overheard the instructor say something about not hiring temporary instructors and budget cuts. Grrr.

—TOL

Just call me Bat Girl

I have a bat living on my balcony--again. Not sure if it’s the same little guy who decided he wanted to be my roommate last year but if it is I’m not sure why he didn’t get the hint that I wasn’t in the market for a roommate when I sicced pest control on him. He really wouldn’t bother me if he didn’t make so much mess. And by mess I mean using my balcony as a litter box. When I go to sit on my balcony to relax, read a magazine and enjoy a glass of wine, I don’t want to step in bat shit. So pest control has been called--again.

In other news, my date Monday night went well. He was funny and kept me laughing, which I love. But his humor was definitely crass and borderline offensive. Luckily for him, I’m the type of girl who can take it and don’t offend easily. We seemed to click well as friends, so you never really know, but at this point I don’t think it will turn into anything more.

I’m still on track making good food choices and working out. I have two workouts under my belt this week and have two more planned. The next big weigh-in is Friday. Shooting for two pounds off…

—TOL

First Friday weigh-in

Drum roll, please......


I lost two pounds.

Yay! It's not much but definitely what I needed to keep me motivated.


I'm trying a new approach too. Not to get all new-age self-helpish on you but I'm going to try to do more positive self talk. I've been pretty down in the dumps the last couple of weeks so I'm trying to pick myself up and snap out of this funk. I read an article about things we tell ourselves that could be sabotaging our own best efforts to lose weight. Unfortunately, I do this--a lot. So enough already, I'm moving on to positive thinking.

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And in the wonderful world of dating....

I'm currently in the process of narrowing down the number of guys I'm virtually dating for a couple of reasons. One, "talking" to nine different guys is overwhelming. And two, it's also totally unnecessary because I'm only even remotely interested in possibly ever meeting up with three of them. So I don't really even see a point in emailing, texting, playing phone tag with the others anymore.

I'll be meeting up with one of the more interesting ones next week. And I'm even looking forward to it. His profile made me laugh, we've had good email communication back and forth, and he asked me out pretty quickly. That's what I like. Let's just meet and see how this face to face thing goes. Why waste time emailing for weeks? Again, I'm not doing this for a pen pal.

--TOL

Dating pet peeves

Tardiness: I’m here, why aren’t you? If you aren’t sure how to get here or how long it will take, give yourself extra time and leave early. I don’t like sitting at the bar alone waiting for you to show up.

Not doing what you say you’re going to do: If you tell me you’re are going to call me over the weekend. Do it. You come off as uninterested and unreliable when you don’t follow through.

Memory lapses: I understand you are probably communicating with more women than just me. I understand how online dating works. But I also understand that since we are communicating through email there are written notes for you to refer back to before asking me some lame ass question that I clearly gave you the answer to two messages ago. Please try to pay attention and remember what I’m sharing with you about my life. And if you can’t, look back over your notes before asking me anything. This is an open book test, you can use your notes, I won’t know.

Not inquisitive enough: If you are really trying to get to know me I’d think that you ask me a little more than, “how was your day?” Don’t get me wrong I appreciate the questions but that’s not going to help you figure out who I really am. No family questions, no career questions, not even a what’s your favorite movie question.


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Still no batteries, still no weigh in. I went to a little store I refer to as hell on earth, other people like to call it Wal-mart, and came up empty handed again. I’m actually thinking I’m going to change my weigh-in day to Friday. I think weighing in before the weekend might give me a little more will power to continue making good food choices throughout the weekend. And this gives me a couple more days to track down these stupid batteries.

Enough with the tears

I survived the Power Sculpting class last night. It was...intense, emotionally and physically, to say the least, but I'll be going back and making it a regular part of my routine.

The class was described as high energy and let me tell you, it was. There was barely any time for me to get a sip of water and to wipe the sweat off my brow. But I liked it.

What I didn't like was how self-conscious I felt. First, all the women attending were thin so I felt like the fatty in the room. Second, I sweat like a beast so there I am the fatty who's sweating like a pig and third, I had to use lighter weights than everyone else because I have absolutely no arm strength. By the end I wanted to cry.

The instructor even came up and asked me if I was OK at the end of the class. Which I was, but all the sweating and red face may have made her think otherwise. She did say that I seemed to be in pretty good shape and that I had good form. The in good shape part is totally inaccurate and I think the good form is in part to working out in years past. Meaning, I know how to do it, I just haven't been.

But I still wanted to cry. That is until I watched More to Love last night. Is it just me or are those broads annoying? Stop it with the water works. I can tell you, dudes don't like it when you cry on a date. And they especially don't like it if you're crying because your fat. He said he likes big girls, that's why you're on the show. Stop talking about it already.

And while I'm on the subject, why are these women so unlikeable? They're all coming across as either way too aggressive, catty, slutty, or needy. And I was hoping Kristian would get sent home last night. I think she's a cute girl but I can't take her talking about how much she likes this dude. It's a little freaky, and frankly I'm embarrassed for her.

And Luke, the bachelor, still creeps me out. Not sure what it is but I'm not digging him.

-TOL

Weigh in

The weigh in ain't happening today. My scale isn't working.

Seriously.

I forgot to pick up batteries over the weekend.

I've tried taking them out and putting them back in. Switching them around. Shaking the scale. Because these little tricks work sometimes, squeezing out just enough juice to get a reading.

But not today.

For the time being I'm going to assume that the numbers didn't change any from last week.

I didn't start off this week making very good food choices. I went to the zoo with 3T and the dudes today and had a cheeseburger with fries for lunch.

But we walked a lot and I have an exercise plan for the rest of the week.

Tuesday: Power sculpting class
Wednesday: Gym after work (elliptical machine and weight room)
Thursday: Power sculpting class

I haven't been to the power sculpting class but hope I like it. I just do so much better with instructed exercise. There's an official end time so I'm forced to continue sweating until the class is over. Plus they're more fun to me, which is really what gets me to not blow them off in the first place. I just need to find a routine that works and stick to it.

Wish me luck!


-TOL