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

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!

Bad blogger! Bad!

Well, hello there! Boy, have I been a bad blogger!

Let me tell you something, this past year has been the hardest year I’ve ever had to live through… Just call me “frantic” because I’ve been through the ringer for sure.


stressful six months
Longest six months ever!

My last post was from April. Of 2014. Here we are, over halfway through 2015, and I finally decide to pop my head in and say hello. (See? Bad Blogger!) Don’t get me wrong, there have been numerous times that I’ve logged in, had my fingers hoovering over the keyboard ready to pour my heart out write, and chickened out. The longer I was away, the harder it got.

But, to be frank, I’ve missed writing. I’ve missed posting about my mundane days and horrifying the random passerby with my food/exercise/lovehandle/cellulite obsessed posts. Recently, I found that urge to come back to my dear ol’ blog and give it a go. A real go, not one that ends with about 12 half finished posts in my drafts folder. Guilty.

The problem is that there was so much stuff going on that I was barely able to make sure my poor, overworked, brain didn’t melt.

Seriously, that should be a real medical condition.

I’ll give you the super rough, super choppy, version of my past year.

Literally a week after I posted my last post, to the day, the place I was living at just went to poo (the pun becomes evident really quick). The septic went a little crazy. We quickly got it pumped, two days later it started backing up into the house.

Didn’t catch that? INTO. THE. HOUSE. I’ll let you create your own image for that one, I certainly don’t wish to relive it.


Jack Sparrow is my spirit animal

Now, normally that wouldn’t be a problem. Pack up, move to a hotel for a couple of nights until the septic gets fixed. Done. Not too bad. BONUS Landon would have thought that was awesome…espeically if there was a pool. Swimming in Northern Michigan in the end of April is either incredibly brave… or a death wish. And I can’t deny that sitting in a tub where the water would actually covered more than my ankles would have been heavenly. Yay! mini-vacation! Yay!

Pause the celebration really quick. The septic itself needed to be fixed, not just pumped. With a pretty hefty price tag of $4,000. Ouch.

Oh, wait! We also found out that according to city guidelines the actual septic was too close to the house and needed to be moved towards to end of the property line. That tacked on another $3200. Double ouch.

Even if shovelling out over seven grand was an option, we were also looking at needing to stay into a hotel for ten days while getting the “repairs.” That’s another good thousand bucks in the cheapest hotel. Now considering food, gas, and all that fun stuff. Spending close to 9,000 bucks for a rental just wasn’t in the cards for us.

Triple ouch.

That’s a good chunk of change right there. Honestly, that potential nine grand is a really darn good starting point on our piggy bank savings for a down payment. You know, buying a house one day.

After talking it through with Josh, I got on the phone to my mom. After some plotting, planning, and hour and a half commutes, we came up with the decision to move.

Now, that decision was so hard to make. Very difficult. But, you see, that’s what happens when you don’t have a back up plan. For someone who thrives on planning and schedules, it was kind of a fml moment for me. Of course, who would plan for needing to vacate their home because of a overfilling toilet? Not this girl, that’s for sure.

Yeah ok.

So to make an already long story short. I resigned from a job I loved, which sucked. I had just gotten a new promotion, an amazing opportunity, and then I put in my two weeks before the ink on my “I accept this position” paper dried. We moved to Traverse City, then down state leaving all our friends and “up north” family behind. Two moves in less than 3 months. Ay caramba! From there is was downhill. It was amazing being so close with the family members I was lucky to see once a year. And of course there were several fun things that happen. An orchard, Cannibal Lane, and the library in Traverse. That’s paradise for someone used to a wee little library. We even tried out restaurants that we wouldn’t have normally eaten at.

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“Healthy Choice” wrap from The Kitchen in Traverse!
Yummy wraps for sure!

That was awesome.

What wasn’t awesome was finding new jobs, dealing with the stress of being away from the people I saw everyday for years, and the loss of my grandpa from stage 4 cancer… within two months of moving down there.

Grandpa
I miss you, Grandpa!

Those were the big things, that doesn’t include all the little tiny things that added to the stress.

Let’s just say, I started to crack. There were many, many, many sobbing phones calls to my mom and sister. It was ridiculous.

Psychic Almonds
Oh, psychic almonds. You knew. You knew.

I’ve mentioned before that I don’t handle change well, right?

Too much change in a short period of time. And I’ll be honest, weight loss…well my actual health in general kind of took a backseat.

So after finagling some thing we made the journey back up north about 15 minutes outside of the town we’d originally lived in. As soon as we hit Manistee, Josh turned to me and said “Welcome home!” Which is ironic because both of us swore how much we wouldn’t miss Manistee. It was too small, too snowy, too boring….too too too. You never realize what you miss until you aren’t there. I didn’t realize how much I loved Manistee…until I wasn’t there.

So yeah.

That’s the cliffnotes version of what went on this last year. Phew.

Oh wait, there is one more thing. One more life altering, amazing, scary, and incredible thing.

But I’ll wait to tell you all of that.

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Back on the wagon (again)

It’s been nearly a year since I ended my Diary of a Chunky Chica blog. It wasn’t the easiest decision, but for unseen reasons (haha, I’m cheap and I was farrr too lazy to pay for it when I was supposed to, oops). But in my defense of laziness and broke-ness I didn’t realize that buying back domains was so expensive. $700. Yeah, I wasn’t that attached to the domain I had. So in came Nicole Leaving Plumpville. Woot!

Farewell Diary of a Chunky Chica

In the last year I wasn’t all that good. I realized how much keeping myself accountable through blabbing my weight all through the webbie world actually helped me. Granted I had only lost 25 pounds, but it was 25 pounds that I had had such a hard time losing without the support and cheering I had gotten though using DoaCC as that medium for frustration, venting, and support.

So, I’ve gained some weight back.  The stress of being “the new girl” at work and leaving behind all the people I had gotten to know, plus a new position, plus a million other factors (happiness, sadness, stress, and your typical busy lifestyle) definitely helped me gain some of the weight back, but ultimately it was one too many Diary Queen trips and “Big Macs are only a dollar after midnight” crap (DAMN YOU McDONALDS!).

As melodramatic as I am being right now, I haven’t gained all that much back. But just for the sake of being a drama queen and my absolute love of cliffhangers, I’m not telling you my official weight until my weigh-in day (Wednesdays).

But let me tell you something… it is sooo much harder losing weight once you’ve essentially quit. I constantly remember that commercial with the old guy that say “A body in motion tends to stay in motion, and a body at rest tends to stay at rest.” It is so true. Don’t get me wrong, I would “start back up” every once in a while. But all-in-all I would quit.

I got so used to working hard, watching what I was eating, and being conscientious of what I was doing with my body. But making the inadvertent decision to stop what a horrible idea. Now I’ve been fighting with myself over a year to get started all over again. And sure, there were weeks that I would lose some poundage but of course I would eventually gain it back. It was this insane up and down rollercoaster of weight loss/gain.

Bachelorette
Any excuse for a picture of Landon.

I had the kind of mindset of “Oh it’s not that much, I can lose it” the same issue that has plagued so many people who have lost a ton of weight. Granted, I wasn’t done losing weight. I had lost a good 85 pounds, which was awesome. But gaining some of it back wasn’t all that “awesome.” But it happened so slowly that half the time I was giving myself half assed excuses.

It’d be a pound or two in October, and then another pound in November, three pounds in December kind of thing. And the whole time I was bouncing up and down. It was nuts.

So by the time I realized that things were out of hand was about six months into it where I just kind of threw my hands up. I stopped weighing myself, I didn’t worry that clothes were too tight “oh, I’m probably bloated.”

So I’ve been kind of “well damn” about it. Still not all that motivated about it (A gym membership I bought back in October and have still yet to use speaks volumes)

But not too long ago I tried on little black dress I wore back in September 2012 and when it couldn’t fit anymore was about the time I realized things were seriously getting out of hand.

And yes, there was a seam that tore

So I reminded myself the reasons I wanted to lose weight, got this new blog all ready to go, and put it in my mind that I am definitely going to be trying harder to get this crap going again.

So here’s to getting back on the wagon (this time for REALS) and getting this done!

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Got me thinking…

My last post was about some good advice I read about how to get back on track, by basically having a little intervention with yourself.

But it kind of got me thinking. One top of everything that was mentioned I think that reminding ourselves of how far we’ve come should be something we frequently remind ourselves of. Of course that kind of contradicts the “Leave the past in the past” unless you think about it in the way of all the negative stuff. Like don’t sweat on what/how you ate yesterday (or the day before) you can’t change it so why worry about it… you know?

So I was thinking about it and realized that I haven’t really thought of any NSV since my last post I did about them way back in April. And it’s about time that I reminded myself of these things.

Sure there aren’t a lot of things, but they’re still important nonetheless. Things I should be proud of and that I should remind myself constantly of… but for some reason I haven’t.

So here goes nothing…

I went out and bought a LBD (little black dress) and wore it out… sure, no big deal. But it was a MEDIUM. Yeah, you read that right! I squeezed into a MEDIUM dress. A big deal to me.

Speaking of mediums, gone are the day of Large and Extra Large underwear. This girl is wearing a medium in underwear. And let me tell you, they look so tiny when I hold them up!!!

I had to tighten my belt!!!!

Those are the ones that have made me the most excited. There are a few more, but those ones are the best right now.

NSV should be a big deal as far as losing weight. I honestly think that it should be a big deal when losing weight. Keeps a person grounded. I kind of feel that it keeps the idea of weight loss physical rather than abstract. Sure we can talk about “Oh I lost 10 pounds!!!!” Which is amazing, but sometimes you just kind of need that physical proof. Saying “I am wearing a smaller pants size” or something along that makes it feel a little more real… it’s like progress that you can see/feel.

Of course, I’m not knocking 10 pounds, I get ecstatic when I step on the scale and see ten pounds have melted off. But I was more excited about pulling on a pair of size 10 pants. If that makes any sense at all.

So reminding ourselves that you’re wearing smaller clothes, that you can run a mile (or more), or that you can climb a set of stairs without getting completely winded is a really big deal.

I love the idea of NSV…especially NSV goals. I still have my “number goals” like losing 10 pounds… but I do like having goals that I have to work up to. Working up to doing a real push up, or jogging, or having the guts to wear a smaller size clothing. It’s things that when I tell someone and they can see and it can be proof rather than looking at me and can actually witness without me having to step on a scale right in front of them (which would be embarrassing as I always weigh myself in the buff).

Homework: Think about what kind of Non Scale Victories you have and be proud of them!!!!