Laundro-cat

You know, the other day I was looking at the dog bed next to the washer. It needed to be washed because my cat had peed on it. I thought, "What a waste to wash that by itself. It's not a full load. If only I had more cat-pee laundry to make it a full load."

Luckily, my cat is also eco-concious. She obliged me today by peeing on our bed. Problem solved.

Celebration

Somebunny hit 185lbs on Friday. Woot!

Thanks for the encouraging comments and let's keep the scale movin' down. Stay away from that easter candy.

Toot toot

I'm forcing myself to blog. Could that be called flogging myself?

I've been kickin' fat alright. But fer reals this time, y'all. Monday I went on a 45-minute trail walk with Baby V in the jogging stroller. Yesterday I made myself walk for 30 minutes on our treadmill, even though I was wearing jeans and barefoot. Actually, after considering the barefoot thing, I did put on my tennis shoes since they were right next to the treadmill. But I didn't put on socks because they were upstairs and I was afraid that if I went upstairs I would see the bed. Beds have higher gravitational pull near the full moon, you know. I would have face-planted into the pillows and called it a night.

But where was I? Oh yeah, the fat-kickin'. It's been hard to find the energy and motivation, but I've been doing it. I've been keeping a food journal, even, and recording my calories. Currently, I'm keeping them at 1700 or below and we'll see what that does for awhile. I'd really be happy to see 185lb sometime before the month is over. That translates to 13.2 stone for you, Isabelle. And about 84kg for you metric folks.

Thanks for letting me know you guys are still out there and best of luck with your own fat-fighting and fitness goals! Hope you losers get the results you want this week. One week at a time, right? Heck, sometimes it's one day at at time, isn't it?

P.S. Tomorrow's my birthday. Yes, I must toot my own birthday horn. It's the best kind of tooting. Almost.

Regression

Well, my "bailey steps" have turned into ben and jerry's steps. Or put another way, last week I didn't take any baby steps at all. In fact, I regressed into sleeping all day and pooping in my diaper. Don't worry, I wasn't actually pooping in my diaper. I don't wear diapers.

I weighed in at 189.5lb on Friday. Of course, this was after a night out with a friend where I consumed too much salty seafood and washed it down with frozen fruity drinks. Nonetheless, the number was what it was and I wasn't happy. So I buckled down over the weekend and got my ass in gear!

I wish. I was a complete sloth this weekend and finished my weekend off with fried chicken, gravy, and a Butterf1nger for dessert. I don't do weekends.

So today, I'm bloated and remorseful. Really, I am. I got a great deal on a second-hand baby jogger this weekend (thank you craigslist!) and I'm going to use it today. In fact, I am going to move my flabby white booty for at least 30 minutes every day this week. I refuse to see 190lb on that scale this Friday. Anyone else up for some fat-kickin'?

How was your weekend?

What's up?

You know how you wait so long to blog you get overwhelmed at the prospect? Kind of like having so much weight to lose that you don't know where to start? Well, I think both of those apply in this case. So I'm going to do what the experts say...baby steps.

We went out to eat on St. Patty's day and as I packed the diaper bag, I packed one bottle for Baby V and one bottle for Mama Z. Can you tell which is which? The brown one worked well to make my coffee Irish! Last time I asked for Bailey's in my coffee, I had a $7.00 charge on the bill, which made me wonder if the kind they pour in restaurants is made from leprechaun milk or something equally rare. So the rebel in me decided to bring my own this time. And don't worry, I didn't get the bottles mixed up. Although Baby V did sing a few pub tunes and smoked some cigars. Was that normal?

Here some obligatory rug rat photos:

Valentine's Day (Just turned 4 months)

4 1/2 months

Almost 5 months

5 months (after singing pub songs and smoking cigars)

4 years

Ah, if only I lost a pound for every smile, huh? I'm still the same (around 187lb/84.8 kg) despite exercising frequently and watching my caloric intake. But like I said at the beginning, Bailey steps, right?. Um, I mean, baby steps.

Back to the Drawing Bored

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I don't know why it's so hard for me to do this! I have a measly little goal of losing 5lb in 6 weeks, and as you can see beautifully illustrated above, I haven't lost anything since the first week. And I'm pretty sure the high starting number was water weight, anyway. So effectively, I've maintained my bulbous ass for three weeks. Hooray me!

And please forgive my lack of blog posts. I think I used to write coherently, but now I can only seem to think in lists and bullets. It's just how I'm functioning right now - putting out fires and not doing anything proactive, really. I walk around the house "fixing" things, people, and animals all day instead of taking the time to set up a schedule or, you know, a plan. I should try that sometime. But whenever I have a moment to do that, I either sleep, eat, or perform pro-bono brain surgery on needy orphans. Important stuff!

So I'm taking small steps and at least I'm not gaining any weight, I guess. I've worked out once in the last two weeks, but I'm going for twice or maybe even three times (gasp!) this week. I tried out this mommy/baby class a few weeks ago and went back this morning. It's great because I don't have to pay for someone to watch Baby V (or worry about what's happening to her) and I get a good hour-long workout with her in the stroller nearby. And when she cries, no one cares and they're just glad their babies aren't crying. Best of all, it's not a class full of buff chicks with rock-hard abs making me hate my belly that still looks pregnant. Well, except for the instructor, but I hear her three children were created in a lab.

What are you guys doing for exercise during the winter (for those of you in the northern hemisphere)? We've had hella snowstorms here so I haven't even been outside to walk my dog. Is it possible to have depression and cabin fever at the same time?

A media essay: The good, the bad, and the funny

The good:

The bad:

The funny:

Warning: not work friendly!