Which scale is the bigger enemy?

I have started writing down everything that I am eating...sigh.  I had too, but the weight was not moving, except sometimes up.

To help me with this I am using 3 new methods that I haven't tried before.  First, I read an article about calorie cycling.  It's where you want to aim for 1500 a day, so 5 days a week you have around 1300 and 2 days you have 1800 to average out to 1500.  I asked my co-worker about this since she has a Masters in Exercise Physiology and is really smart.  She said that the body is kinda like a thermostat, so varying the calories everyday within reason would probably help the body get rid of excess and not think that it is starving.  (And for anyone wondering, I have tried "pound observers" before and I had a really hard time losing weight.  If you calculated the points that I was eating and counted those same calories, I was barely cracking 1000 a day. Kudos to people that it works for though - I have known several success stories.)

Second, I am measuring out everything I eat to the serving size specifications.  That is where the scale comes in - the little scale.  What the ?#@&? that's a serving size?!?!? That can't be right. . . .sigh.  It does make you very accountable and you start looking for substitutions for your favorite foods.  Like for example I have switched out shredded cheese on my refried bean wraps for laughing cow queso spreadable cheese.  I love it and it saves me about 70 calories a serving.
http://www.thelaughingcow.com/products/light-queso-fresco-chiptole/

I also like the swiss version of above with salami rollups.  Quick, easy, cheesy, melty, yummy and low calorie - check, check, check! 

 Third, I read an article by a personal trainer that talked about starting a diet plan on Thursday to help motivate you through the weekend.  His theory was everyone screws up on the weekend and then say oh, I'll start on Monday and that never happens.  I do have to admit that I did great and day 1, cheated day 2 & 3, kicked ass day 4 & 5.  Today was day 5 and I'm down 1 POUND.  OMG!!! YAY!!!  Baby steps and super pumped about 1 lb in 5 days. 

Me and the little scale's friendship seems to be improving when the big scale shows a change - in the positive direction.

Little changes can equal big differences over time.  It's super important to find things that work for you and keep you motivated.  Don't worry about what anyone else is doing - it will only make your accomplishments mean less.  Now when you are f**king hot, glow it, hug yourself, buy something special and believe that you deserve to weigh and look the way you want. 

Next, I need figure out a fitness plan. I think I need a really cute calendar for this, right?

****THIS IS NOT AN INDIVIDUAL PORTION SIZE.****

Nachos how I love thee!!! My ultimate cheat food that I am trying to find a healthier, yummy version.  

T3 - Trim Tushie Tuesdays

Gonna to try an old blogger trick and give each day a theme.  Motivational Monday didn't make it yesterday, so I hope you motivated yourself without my help. 


Ad from Nike Campaign from several years back (pretty sure that I actually have this ad in my fitness magazine clippings)

So for Trim Tushie Tuesday (T3) I went for a run.  It wasn't long though.  It was about 96 degrees and I haven't gone running in probably a month.  I ran 1.25 miles in 16 minutes which I was pretty proud of.  I took a break to get a drink and all of sudden had a headache.  If it wasn't a billion degrees outside I would of pushed through it, but since I am sooo out of shape, I called it a day.  I had a good cool down and stretched.

It felt wonderful to run and I felt really good, no pains, etc.  Feel very optimistic about building my mileage.  Hoping to take runs during my lunch breaks and hit up the local park.  I don't do much at work, so I can be sweaty or I'll wipe down in the bathroom - lol. 

"Running is the greatest metaphor for life, because you get out of it what you put into it."
-Oprah Winfrey   

Go run people - it's good for your ass!  



Becky - look at her butt. . . . .

Since my sister has become a super cool mommy blogger entirely emily,   I feel like I should be a cool non-mommy, single, sometimes bitchy, sometimes cute blogger too, but I end up forgetting blog logins and passwords.  (Sorry first blog where ever you are in cyber space.)

So here is my new blog, ie weight loss or how-did-my-ass-get-so-big-and -now-I-have-to-lose-it blog.

Here's a little bit of background on me.  I was a normal sized kid, but my measurements really did match the Sir Mix-a-lot song (you know the song that you are singing right now) even at 118 pounds, I'm 5'3".  Fifteen years after high school, I am secure in knowing that my ass will always be large, no matter how little I weigh.  I think it's genetic.  No seriously, female cousins on both sides of my family have booties - so obviously I was screwed. I do like to think about it as a blessing though (kinda).  I don't have a muffin top that jiggles as I walk and everyone stares at you to determine if you are just fat or pregnant.  Instead, I wear appropiate jeans (ie no butt crack when you bend over and a slight flare to the legs to balance it out).  I don't have to stare at my ass, you do.  So bonus for me.  Did I mention not carrying weight in my stomach is actually healthier for me?  yep, score another point for having a big ass.  Plus, doesn't it give your man something to hold on it or slap?  Can't say that about a muffin top.  When I was growing up, having a JLo booty - most people didn't even know what that was yet.    

Back to the title of this blog.  When I was skinny in high school, I could fit into xsmall tops and medium bottoms (or 6/8 pants).  When I was in grad school, I could fit into xsmall, small (maybe a medium depending on the store) tops and large bottoms (8/10).  Fast forward, I now fit into med/ large tops (sometimes still a small) and xlarge bottoms (16/18).  Last summer when I could not find jeans that fit my butt, I went to Lane Bryant and found 2 fabulous pairs.  The store clerks said I shouldn't be in there and was jealous of my size (the smallest in their store).  I put this in here b/c it was actually a self-esteem boost to find jeans that fit me and made me feel sexy.  As a small busted gal, I was completely terrified to go into the store.  It's like going into a secret club that you have to prove that you can belong to even though most people don't want you there.  It also reminded me of when all these women yelled and glared at me during a weigh in at weight watchers - "that I was too skinny and should go home".  I was 135 lbs.  It may sound funny to some, but when you are out of proportion like me, you feel like you can't fit in with the normal sized people, but big girls don't want you either.  

I do have to say that with the most recent 7 pound weight gain, my boobs jiggle.  For me, I have always been an A+.  Not quite an A, but not quite a B cup.  I am now securely a B cup.  They are cute and perky and they jiggle when I walk.  I can feel them jiggling I told my friend who has much larger boobs than me.  She just laughed.  But like all weight loss, although this was the last place to go, I'm sure it will be the first place I lose.  Is it wrong I want to take a picture of them to remember them in all their plumpness?  I guess I will see them again whenever I get pregnant/breastfeed, I have been told numerous times though that it won't be the same. 

After sucking it up and buying a larger size of shorts a couple weekends ago, I have decided that I just can't have this big of an ass anymore.  Believe it or not, I am a sometimes runner (5k, 10k and a half marathon), but I have decided that I really need to be a 3 day a week runner.  Nothing makes me happier than when I run.  And try as it might, my ass can't stay big forever if I actually do something about. 

So this is my weight loss blog.  I dedicate this blog to all xsmall top and xlarge bottom girls (and guys) out there.  May our asses continue to shrink (even if in misproportion to our tops).

Runners would you please approach the starting line . . . . . . Ass - 47.5 inches, Weight - 178 lbs     

I really don't think I need buns of steel. I'd be happy with buns of cinnamon.
~Ellen DeGeneres~