Measurement realization – Weigh in Wednesday

You know those “aha” moments people have? I had them when I was 264, and I had them again and again. The last time I had that moment, that kick started my year long trek of getting on board. Was actually a girl at work.

One on my friends/coworkers was measuring herself, yes… water bottle talk at it’s finest. She was all shocked what her numbers were. Now, she’s thin. She’s this cute little ball of yoga and energy. I even told her “Are you kidding me? I’d love to have your figure!” before she started measuring herself.

What shocked me was as she measured herself, in a very scientific method of string and a measuring tape… you know, the straight metal ones that you’d pull out of a tool box…the numbers sounded very familiar.

I pulled up my blog on my phone to my last measurements post and I was blown away.

Her measurements were only about 1-1.5 inches smaller than mine were at my smallest point. Excluding those damn lovehandles of mine.

Nothing like perspective, right?

So that’s what motivated me to get moving. That was the pinnacle moment back in 2016 that kicked my butt into gear.

Now, admittedly my measurements hadn’t changed all that much from 2015-2016. But here’s a little snippet if you don’t feel like going back to that.

And I actually haven’t measured myself since that moment.

So… here goes nothing. Let’s see what 25 pounds looks like!!!

Bust – 42.5″    -1.5
Waist – 36.5″   -2
Hips – 46″      –1.5
Lovehandles – 44″   -6
R thigh – 27″    -1
L thigh – 26.5       –1.5
R arm – 14″     –.5
L arm – 14.5″     -0
Neck – 14.5″      -0

YAY! I’d really like to do some backflips to that -6 for my lovehandles. Those were getting out of control.

And since this is supposed to be my weigh-in day, I suppose I’ll post that too.

Last weigh in: 212.3
This weigh in: 210.0
Lost lost: 2.3 pounds
Total lost from highest: 60 pounds

And a secondary YAY!

Thank you water weight? Weight weight? Fat weight? Who know? But I’m pretty darned pleased.

Til next time


We’re talking about goals here, folks.

For some reason, all I can hear is Rihanna hollering “Goals” to the tune of “workworkworkworkwork.” Don’t ask me why, I’m currently working off of very little sleep and even less coffee.

But, I was going to write this whole long post of all of my fitness/weight related/non-scale victory goals. And realized how in the world am I going to keep updating them without just copying posts or digging through archives.

So I’ve made a whole new page!

So go visit my goals page. I had that list of goals for a while, I even had the goals page sitting in my unpublished list of pages. I just never got around to finishing it. Which is why you’ll see my first goal “crossed off” from 2015.

But I have a whole slew of goals. Some are number goals…losing a certain amount of weight. Getting back under 200! Losing a certain percentage of my starting weight. That’s pretty obvious.

Then there are the Non-scale victory goals.

Things like running a 5k, pull ups and push ups, wearing my pre-pregnancy clothes without bursting the seams. That kind of stuff.

Eventually (as in soon) I’d like to have little rewards for when I hit certain mile stones. Like dying my hair for the first time in 2 years… little things to work towards. As though hitting the milestones aren’t reward enough, amirite?

So. Go visit my page. Take a looksee.

While you do that, I’m doubling up on the coffee.

I lost 25 pounds, people!

I lost 25 pounds, people!

25 pounds!

Even though I’m thrilled about 25 pounds in over a year… I’m sure those of you who are wandering around the internet looking at ways to lose weight, aren’t all that impressed.

I started actually losing weight back in June 2016. Before then, I’d had a baby, post-partum, and a new demanding job. I was working 60+ hours a week. I was just getting back into the hang of not being home and eating 100% of the time. I was more focused on learning, and training, and getting back in the swing of things. Around June, after me and a coworker measured ourselves it was like a switch had been flipped.

This itty, bitty, darling of a gal’s measurements. Kind of kicked my butt into gear. But…I feel like that’s a whole separate blog post. So, I’ll get into that ordeal later.

So Losing 25 pounds in a year is a pretty big deal. I’ve been blogging on and off (admittedly, more off than on) for about 4 years. Actual blogging is probably only half that. Real attempted weight loss while blogging… two years. So I went through old blog posts through the years to get a good idea of some things.

I’d like to take a moment cringe at just how many times I said “haha.”

The first thing I did was go deep into the dark archives of my blog and found my “best” year of weight loss. Where I felt really good about my weight loss, my fitness level, eating right and counting calories. All of that fun stuff. We’re looking at March 2012-2013

I brought up posts in March 2012 and I was sitting right around 193 pounds…ish. That was the most solid number I could find, due to my apparently dislike of actual weigh-in days. March 2013, however I was close to the lowest number I’d ever remembered seeing on the scale: 184.8 pounds.

Big picture. 184 pounds is HUGE. I’d lost 80 solid pounds at that point.
Bigger picture. That is freaking amazing. I had reason to be proud. 80 pounds gone from my highest weight of 264.

And that’s what I focused on. The big picture.

Look at the smaller picture.

Over the course of a year I lost 9 pounds.

I went from 193 down to 184.

There was so much yo-yoing. At one point I sat at 185 for close to a month. Another point where I’d gained 8 pounds and lost it again. It was ridiculous.

Those days, I was watching my calories, definitely splurging on my calories here and there, my water intake was amazing, I’d started (and quit, and started) c25k, using resistance bands, using an elliptical, jogging, walking, so on and so forth.

All of that… and I lost 9 pounds.

In this past year, I’ve lost 25. And it was pretty steady. I’m not even going to pretend that I lost a perfect .5 pounds every week. I’d have weeks where I’d lose nothing, and weeks that I’d lose a full pound or more.

But I didn’t gain and lose and gain and lose

Didn’t catch that?

I. Didn’t. Yoyo.

Were there times where I’d step on the scale after a month and see I was up a pound or two? Sure. I’d hardly call that yoyoing though. I’d say that’s pretty normal for most people.

It wasn’t like I was gaining and losing the same 10-15 pounds over and over again.

I tried some exercising a few times, but my newfound 40 pounds made the exercises I’d been doing before practically impossible, but I didn’t stick with it at that level. I went back to basics and was just doing some general walking. I was watching what I was eating, drinking my water. Very basic stuff.

I wasn’t sitting here being anal about how many calories I was eating or not eating and wasn’t tracking everything I was eating or burning. A more conscious and careful me. And I lost 25 pounds.

And considering the amount of stress I was under with my new promotion in this time last year, I’m amazed I didn’t gain! Remember? I’m a stress eater?

That blows my mind.

Now, does that mean that I’m going to just sit back and be content to lose the same 25 pounds next year?

Not a chance in hell, darling.

Otherwise it’ll take me until well after my 30th birthday to have lost the next 60 pounds. I’m too impatient that that.

So, I’m gearing towards losing more weight. I’ve been idly working on it this last year.

There have been some real, sustainable, lifestyle changes in this whole weight loss trip. Just without the pressure of failing.

Now it’s just time to add onto those lifestyle changes because I think I’m in a place where I can handle it.

So we’ll see what happens.
Wish me luck!

80 weeks not pounds – Weigh in Wednesday

December 28, 2015.

The date of my last post back in 2015.

1 year, 6 months, 14 days.
80 weeks

What could have potentially have been at least 150 posts if I actually hit “publish” only twice a week.

Better yet (or worse, depending on how you’re looking at it) I could have lost almost 80 pounds from my last weigh-in. Staying steady at a pound a week, on average…

I could have been sitting at my lowest weight ever. I could have potentially been DONE. I could have been in the 150’s. Which I haven’t been since 9?

I’m going to let that sink in for a second.

Anyway, hindsight is 20/20.

But really, complete honesty here, I wasn’t worried about any of it. I took some time to focus on getting myself better. And they aren’t kidding when they say it’s hard.

But here I am, nonetheless.

Phew. Now, don’t get me wrong. There was so much more that happened in the past year and a half than what I mentioned in my last post.

But I don’t want to go way into depths with all of that. I just want to rip off the proverbial band-aid and tell you my weight. Let’s face it, that’s why you’re here….right?

So, here we go.

Last weigh in: 237.5
This weigh in: 212.3
Lost lost: 25.2 pounds
Total lost from highest: 51.7 pounds

Sure, that boils down to less than half a pound a week. But it’s progress. Progress that I’m flipping excited about.

And as I said Monday, I’m still fat. I didn’t hide away for a year and a half and lose a crazy amount of weight then pop back in all “HEY, I’M SLENDER AND NOT TELLING YOU HOW I DID IT!”

No fan fiction Hermione instabeauty here.

But, I’m happy with it.

And, if we consider that I didn’t actually start losing weight until the last year, that makes me even happier.

But regardless of when I started losing weight, or how much weight I’d lost on average per week, I LOST weight.

I’ve lost 25 pounds, people!

Still fat, everyone!

Well, hello there.

This is a nice little public service announcement.

I’m back after, ohhhh, a year and a half.

Need proof? Here’s my last post. See? I told ya!

But even with being “away” for that long, some things just haven’t changed.

I’m still hopelessly obsessed with Harry Potter.
I’m still at a ridiculous level of stress.
I’m still working.working.working (all.the.time)

And yes. I’m still fat.

There have been some changes though, it’s not like I went a year and a half without any change at all. Insert winky face here.

See, look-

1. I’ve mastered my poker face because my TWO year old has hit terrible twos like a hurricane, and she’s mastered “the punctuating clap” which goes a little something like

“MOMMY” *clap* “MOMMY” *clap* “MINE” *clap* “MINE” *clap* “NOW” *clap* “PLEAAAASSSSEEEEE!!!!”

And for as obnoxious/shrill/frequent it is, it’s still cute as hell and I frequently have to hide my smile behind “Jordin, it’s 3 am and not time for cookies.”

2. My NINE year old has discovered Axe body spray, dabbing, fidget spinners, and the phrase “brah” (thank you public schools). Though, he doesn’t find the irony in me calling him “brah” as much as I do.

And they’re still crazy smart, adventurous, creating, freaking adorable, and the best kids in the entire world (I’m allowed to be biased).

3. I have taken out all of my piercings, except the dermals because I’m simply too lazy to track down a doctor to do it, who accepts my insurance…in my area.

4. I, the queen of stretchy pants, actually tried on leggings for the first time and I am pretty disgruntled at myself for not doing it sooner. WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME HOW COMFORTABLE THEY ARE?

5. I do Yoga! Ok, let’s be fair on this one. I am physically capable of doing a grand total of 3 poses without dying. Technically four if you count corpse pose. But I probably shouldn’t count that because it always ends up as an impromptu nap, though I’ve gotten smart and only do it in bed. At bed time. So, yeah, we’ll stick to three.

6. And I’ve been actively trying (ish) and losing weight.

But, alas, I’m still fat.

Am I mad about it? Nope.
Discouraged? Sometimes.
Hopeful? Most definitely.
Sore af? Always

So, here’s a little welcome back bravado for me!

I’m back! I’m back! I’m back! I’m back!