January 2.0

January went by quick. Quicker than I realized. I swear it was just Christmas. Anywhosit. Clearly I missed a few weeks. Several weeks, in fact. And I haven’t really thought about anything except “what else do I have to get done??”

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I don’t even know where to begin, other than. HAPPY NEW NEW Year! January 2.0, I might say.

I think with the doozy of a last million couple years, I’m allowed to have a re-do. I’m thinking we can all have a re-do month.

I’ll admit, I haven’t done much about weight. Except thought about it. All.The.Time. Which you’d think would be motivation enough, but of course not. We’ve come to the conclusion that I need more than just my conscious going “yass gurl, do it.” Right?

Don’t get me wrong, I have done a certain level of “things.” I’ve been walking more, I actually walked 3 miles and didn’t die! Granted, I probably could have done it more often than I did, but I still did it. I’ll hopefully be doing more walking throughout my week. And I’ve started making sure I do my beginners yoga at least 3 times a week, plus my nightly yoga routine.

I’ve been finding reasons to stand more at work, which is huge. I generally spend over half my week sitting, which isn’t good. Even when I’m not sitting, I can’t really consider it being too active. I’d actually considered finding a standing desk, but those suckers are EXPENSIVE. As in $300 expensive. I did find a way to raise a desk, but mine is metal… but the general asthetic seems easiest enough to build completely.

Inspo, found on Pinterest

Sure, that isn’t much. I could be doing a lot more, but it’s a start. And it was consistent all throughout January.

Small steps, down the line will add up to bigger things. Hopefully, at the very least.

Shrunk/Grown Weigh In Wednesday and Measurements

Happy Wednesday! Which means, it’s weigh in Wednesday! Granted I’ve missed a eight a couple. And I’d like to point out, holy crap….EIGHT? That’s insane.

But anyways. I could tell you all the excuses in the world, because if you remember…a girl loves her excuses. But, I have none. Except there was one or two in there that I forgot to actually weigh myself on Wednesday. Other than that, oops.

My last weigh in was way back in November.

How about that lack of accountability I’ve got going on?

BUT, I did make a prediction that I’d managed to gain 10 pounds over the Thanksgiving season.

Am I psychic???

Last weigh-in: 205.3
This weigh-in: 213.6
Gained: 8.3
Total lost from highest: 57.6

I am proud to say, I am NOT psychic. I did not gain 10 pounds. HA.

But really? 8 pounds.

Oops.

So much for that whole making and sticking to a plan thing. And I was so close to being back to my pre-pregnancy weight. AND under 200 again.

Well, pull up my big girl britches and continue on, I suppose.

Now for the part two of this, my measurements.

I haven’t actually measured myself in 5 months. I’d had the plan (there’s that little evil word again) of measuring myself once a month. I have no idea where that plan went, until I found my measuring tape…and was all like “ohhhh, crap. That’s right.” Which made me search though my files until I found my measurement tracker.

So I measured myself and plugged in my numbers

Um… How? I’m not going to complain. After gaining 3.6 pounds since July, I’ve actually lost inches. Which is awesome.

What saved my little tushie was all the exercising I’ve done. I’ve been climbing stairs, doing any form of situps I can find online, arm dips… that kind of stuff. So I’ve been able to get away with eating like poo… still gained weight (obviously), but overall, I did lose inches. I have to assume it’s because I’ve been compensating with exercise.

I’ll take it. I was initially all bummed about not losing any weight. But, those measurements! Silver lining!

I’ve lost 1/2 an inch off my waist, 3 in my bust (always the first to go), and 2 off my hips. Everything else (especially those lovehandles) are still standing firm though, with only 2.5 inches off collectively.

BUT, that’s a grand total of 8 inches gone!

I’ll celebrate to that!

Although, I must say… looking at my little “thrown together spreadsheet” kinda makes me want something prettier.

Oh well, I never claimed to be creative!

Freaking Frustrating

This losing weight business is so freaking frustrating.

It’s one of the harder things to do in life.

And this is coming from someone who has carried a child…twice… for 9 months.
Someone who wrote a freaking novel
Someone who has MASTERED THE ART OF SUDUKO IN SCHEDULING FORM (ok, that last one is a stretch)

But for real.

The idea of losing weight for me has always been that it’s pretty easy. Realistically, the idea of it is.

Eat less.
Drink more water.
Move more.

Yay! Weight loss!

Eat Less
Yes, it’s easy to eat less. But for fucks sake, it’s fall. Which means PUMPKIN EVERYTHING. I’ll totally admit I’m one of those girls who turn into a pumpkin come September. Because ALL THINGS PUMPKIN. In the last month I have had more than my fair share of pumpkin lattes, pumpkin rolls, pumpkin pie, pumpkin cookies, and pumpkin cupcakes. And we’re barely one month in. Ohmylanta.

The job I have makes it all too easy to have “lunch meetings” with my supervisor and our team. But for cheese and rice, that means “Let’s get out of here, I’m hangry” is a term that’s said a lot. Or $5 on pizza for our weekly meetings? Or hitting up Wendy’s or A&W or Burger King? And of course… Chubby Nicole is all over that. Though, the last time I had actually just eaten the lunch I packed (spinach wrap with turkey, spinach, mushroom, and deliciousness) before she showed up growling “Fooooood, nowwwww.” So I just sat like a creeper while they ate.

Disclaimer part A: No, my boss didn’t actually sound like that (or did she???).
Disclaimer part B: Had she stopped by 10 minutes earlier, that poor little wrap would have been long since forgotten as I plowed through my Baconator. Just sayin

Drink More Water
I love water. Generally drinking more water isn’t a hard thing for me to do. Especially considering the fact that I have about four different water bottles I use for this. But if you remember one of my last posts I have a hugeslight issue with caffeine. As in coffee. As in I drink mostly coffee. Which, back when I wrote that post I was dealing with a pretty nasty headache due to a lack of coffee…so I decided I was going to swear off coffee. Want to know how that is coming along?

About like that. *She says as she fills her BRAND NEW Maruader’s Map 20oz glow-in-the-freaking-dark coffee mug to the brim with fresh coffee*

So, yes. I am drinking more water…but not less coffee. Which means I’m peeing all.the.time. But, hey. I’m at least drinking water right?

And last but not least…

Move More
How bout nah.
How am I supposed to exercise when I’m chasing two kids around, editing a novel, working 45-50 hours a week, and there is a VERY IMPORTANT SERIES I MUST CATCH UP ON NETFLIX?
A.k.a I’ve been using every excuse in the book to just not. Bad Nicole. Bad Nicole. I get it. Now, I’m still doing my bedtime yoga, and feeling pretty accomplished because my hips are not nearly as tight (after four freaking months). But other than that, my activity level is firmly set in the “sedentary” category.
Yep.

Yep.

So, anyways.

I can only imagine what my weigh-in is going to bring on Wednesday. Considering my last weight in was, ohhhh, seven weeks ago.

Can I convince myself that any weight gain is worth it? You know, because it’s PUMPKIN SPICE?????

No?

Ok then. I guess I should probably stop saying “weight loss is freaking frustrating” when in reality it’s “weight loss is freaking frustrating because I wanna eat everything, drink coffee, and do lots of sitting.”

Accurate.

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