Reward yo’self

I’d posted last week about my new Goals page! and also mentioned creating little rewards for those things.

Sure, sure. What could be more rewarding than losing the weight? Isn’t losing weight and being/feeling healthier reward enough?

Um, howboutnah

The thing is, I’ve already lost the weight. Not all of it, but a good chunk of weight. I’m re-losing weight, and still have 30 pounds to re-lose before I’m back to my lowest weight.

That’s really lacking in the motivation department.

And sure, I’ve done things that are worth being motivated about. Every time I see the scale dip down or try on clothes and notice how baggy they are, it’s definitely motivating. But, I want motivation beyond that.

“Only 30 pounds until my lowest weight, LET’S DO THIS.” is great… but “Only 30 pounds until my lowest weight AND a dye job??? LET’S DEFINITELY DO THIS” is infinitely better.

So, I created little rewards for myself for when those times come. And each one is lined up with a goal that I have… including the NSV ones. So, booyah! Don’t get me wrong… I doubt I’ll reward myself for if I can ever do the splits again, but who knows!

So, starting with the scale/number goals:

Lose 25% of my highest weight/ONEderland/Pre-pregnancy weight
Take myself on a much needed date

Get back to my lowest weight/lose 80 pounds total
Get my hair dyed

Lose 100 pounds total
Get MY tattoo

Start maintaining/Hit my goal weight
PHOTO SHOOT

Maintain for 6 months
Buy a new wardrobe and SHOES

And, now some of my NSV goals!

Run a 5k
Get my 5k shirt (long story)

Get my girl power on in Mudderella! (and show some Domestic Violence support)
Own Your Strong gear! (is that a thing?) And sign up for a self defense class

Run a 10k
Never run again! Kidding, my second 5k shirt

Do a handstand/master a yoga post
New yoga mat

Go shopping without hating it
Buy myself a “oh no she didn’t” outfit

There you have it. Some of the rewards for some of my goals! I’ll update this list as we go along and I accomplish some goals – even if that’s right on my goals page.

We’ll see how it goes!

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.
Harrumph

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

#goals

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.

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!