Posts from — January 2010

I have recently been trying to clean up my act– physically, emotionally, financially. Not to brag, but I make pretty good money for a young single gal living in a sprawling metropolis. I have a nice, new apartment, drive a late model car, have high thread count sheets and I wear Tiffany (thanks Green Eyes– she has a light Tiffany habit. I benefit from it. Hell no, I ain’t doin’ no Intervention!). I have a family that loves me, and on occasion, when I can get my brother on the phone, a close relationship with my sibling. Joe and I were pretty close, too. So, I live a pretty good life, which is why I feel weird complaining, but hey. When things are outta whack, they’re outta whack.

So I couldn’t figure out why, at the end of the money, I had more month! I was spending it on SOMETHING, besides living expenses. I don’t wear designer clothes or shoes, I don’t shop for purses, I haven’t bought an electronic item since last fall… where’s all my money going? Did it run away with the mate to EVERY SOCK I HAVE (and therefore why I hate socks)? [Read more →]

Muscle does not weigh more than fat.

I can’t explain what it does to me when I read things like.. “well I know muscle weighs more than fat, so if I’m heavier at my weigh in, that’s why…”

NO.

I know what you mean. I know YOU know what you mean. SAY IT THE RIGHT WAY.

A lb of muscle and a lb of fat weigh the same. A POUND!  Muscle is more dense than fat. Fat has more mass. A lb of muscle is SMALLER than 1 lb of fat, but it does not WEIGH more.

A hunk of muscle and a hunk of fat that measuresthe same MASS (size, circumference), will not measure the same weight, because you will need more muscle or less fat to make them equal.

As well if you gain muscle and burn fat, you shouldn’t be heavier unless you were doing a lot of lifting the day before your weigh in. Muscles tend to retain water after lifting, and release it in a few days. That’s why (back when I used weights) if I was going to weigh in, I made sure to do cardio ONLY the day before a weigh in, so I wasn’t weighing retained water the next day.

Now that I’m done *twitching*, I’ll let you get back to your regularly scheduled lazy Saturday. Cause that’s what I’ve got on the agenda!

IT guy- I brought muffins today.
Me- I saw that.
Him- brought you coffeecake
Me- *stares at it* aw, thanks!
Him- so ya gonna eat it?
Me- *STARES AT IT* SIGH. NO. Being Good.
Him- *face falls*  aw.

Sweet.

Not so sweet?

IT Guy- Going to Moe’s. Want anything?
Me – *twisted lip* NO.

*shakes fist at his retreating back*

Okay, so I admit that I did not have the Best Week Ever, starting with my weekend. It’s hard for me to eat 3 meals a day, on the weekends. I decided to put off exercise until I’m a little lighter, because of my knees and the ankle I sprained badly last year. It just… hurts a lot and I don’t think it’s particularly helping. I’m doing a lot with my foods and doing well with that, so.

So today is points day, the day we look back on our week and round up the points we give ourselves for behaviors that are conducive to weight loss. Out of a total of 105 pts, I earned 60. Totally not too bad.  Less than last week because I worked out 5 days last week, giving me 15 extra points. My grand total now is 135pts. After 200 pts, I can buy some Slim a Bear chocolate bars. I am going to LOOOOOOOVE them, cause I am craving them SO BAD right now and not letting myself have any.

Speaking of things I’m not letting myself have:  every Friday, our Chief Tech Dude brings in donuts or muffins or something. Avoiding that isht like the Bubonic Plague right now. Gonna get my coffee and my egges and K.I.M.- Keep. It. Movin’.

I also need to record my weight for the week- which is a bone of contention. I’ve attached my chart (click to expand), the one I’m using to track my loss. You can see the steady decline and then incline, till I hit my peak, and then it comes back down. Down Down Down the past two weeks.

Look at today. What in the effing eff? I’m annoyed, but not surprised. The day before a weigh-in, I stress myself out so much. Because I want to see a good number and record a good number for the week. My body responds by effing with me. Tomorrow, when I wake up, it’ll be 253. Before you even ask, I ate normally yesterday. All three meals, I had a salad for dinner. Maybe water retention… I don’t know. I’m annoyed. Next week, I’m just eating protein the night before a weigh-in!

So, I don’t really want to record 255 for this week. Even though last week I think I was 259 or something… it’s not the real number. I want to take the 253 I was at for TWO DAYS before today. But if I’m being real and honest with myself, I can’t do that. That pisses me off! GUH.

So. the numbers

Last Friday: 257
This Friday: 255 *grumble*
Total Loss: 2lbs

Total Pts possible for this week: 105
Total pts earned: 60

Pts total: 135- Goal 200

I’m gonna go sulk. BOOO!

The Name Game

1. What is your first name? How do you feel about it?

> Curvy. I’m kidding. It’s Dominique. I like it, but it’s 9 letters long and lately I can’t spell it very well. Wow.

2. Do you feel that a name can influence the course of a person’s life? Their personality?

> Sure. I meet lots of people who pretty much ‘are’ their name. Like you can’t imagine them having another name.  Another angle is people giving their children very ethnic, really…. creatively spelled, uncharacteristic names, thinking they’re being clever and different, are harming their child’s future more than they know. Employers have already admitted they discriminate based purely on name, especially names that ‘sound’ black.

3. Can a person’s name sway your opinion of them? Why or why not?

>Nah.

4. How do you feel about the current trend toward androgynous first names?

> MMM. Some I like… the Leslie’s and the Taylor’s of the world have my approval. Don’t think there are any men that really want to be named “Sue”.

5. Are there any names that speak powerfully to you, whether by association or imagination?

>Off the top of my head, not really… then again it is 12:15 and I am listing to the left, so… gimme some time.

There ya go, nosey  butts! Now YOU!

Weigh Day. Addy up the points day. YAY.

Going to try to keep these up, week to week. Some weeks I may have more. Some fewer. But I always have things I should admit to more than myself. So, cue the URSHER, turn down the lights (but leave enough light to read!!) and dig in.

These are my confessions::

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I forgot to bring a lunch today. Again.

Let me clarify. Last night I did not go to the store (0 pts for me yesterday) and I did not cook food for the week. So when I rolled outta bed way too late this morning, I just barely grabbed breakfast, which I DID eat, yay. Lunch? Not happenin’.

So I rolled down to the cafe on for day 2 of breaking my ‘no eating out’ cheat. Had a bunless cheeseburger and a side salad. It’s funny that I always rant that salad is more than lettuce. Then I get a salad that has more than lettuce and take off everything but the lettuce and the cheese. And then I toss some of the lettuce. Lard.

Anyway. I was HONGRY. On the verge of HANGRY (hungry + angry). You wouldn’t like me when I’m HANGRY.  So  I inhaled that sucka like it was trying to crawl away, maimed and missing its hind legs. Felt a little bit like National Geographic, where a puma/lion/bigass cat stalks a giselle or something small. Sneak up on it and then POUNCE and then bite, bite, DONE. 

Damn nature! You SCARY!

And now that I am full, it’s back to work on this God-bless-it website. Almost done. Can see the light at the end of the tunnel!

Anyone who’s known me for longer than five minutes will tell you that I’m a big fan of two bands: Bon Jovi and Dave Matthews Band. I’ve been a fan of Bon Jovi since I was about……God, I don’t know, TWELVE?!? New Jersey and Slippery When Wet were the anthem of my Jr High and High School years. Just the beginning strains of ‘Never Say Goodbye’ is enough to make me GO BUY a Bic Lighter so I could flip my bic and sway and sing/cry along. Gah. I love them! And Bon Jovi has just gotten so much better with age, evolving and changing with the times. LOVE their new rocky, gravelly, southern sound…grrrooowwwllll…. NUM.

DMB, on the other hand, was an acquired taste. I didn’t like them, at first. At all. Too mellow, too sleepy, I can’t understand a word that one cute guy up front says, he mumbles too much and that guy is playing an electric fiddle. COME ON. So they were a big fat NO, until I got a job working with a guy that… now when I say LOVES, that’s probably a major understatement… but he LOVES DMB. Owns everything they’ve ever thought of recording, goes to every show he can attend, and has for years. A real true-blue honest to goodness fan. One year, our company sent him, me, and one other guy (one of his besties, coincidentally) to a conference in Orlando. MOST fun I’ve ever had at a work conference. The days sucked, cause it’s just traveling from one booth to another, looking at boring things I have no intention of buying or even research when I get back to the office, but the nights? Awesome.

It was in Orlando in the spring, so it was warm. They rented a convertible and since I don’t drink much, I was nominated the Designated Driver. No big, I got to drive a convertible around Orlando and sit with these guys who put the FUN in funny. I was told I am the funnest non-drinker ever. At some point over the weekend, I was inducted into the DMB fandom. Love those guys. [Read more →]

Getting read to dip into a meeting, but thoughts:

A. Trying to decide if these pants are loose because I’m wearing them the requisite 2nd time before I wash them, or because I’ve lost weight? Dunno.

II. Thanks to the magic of ketosis, I’m not hungry. This does not bode well for my ‘eat three meals a day’ points, but I’m pressing forward. I just need to only bring one egg muffin to work. I only eat one and toss the other because after it warms up and cools down, ew.

3. I did not cook any meals to bring to work with me this week. Bad. Me. So I have to go home for lunch and I think I am having tuna salad.

Four: (and last one because I am running out of items for my patented jacked up list) I need to go grocery shopping tonight. Wore the wrong shoes to go straight from work. No points for me today if I do not go home and change and go right back out the grocery sto’. K? K.

I’m out.

…on my own blog. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. It was there, and I was tempted, and it was interesting. I’m sorry baby. It won’t happen again!

One of my Real Life Friends (as opposed to my friends hat only live inside the computer) runs a blog called Journey to Blissville and goes by the name of Tex. Cause… she lives in Texas. Clever, huh. We do so love Tex and her penchant for foods I cannot pronounce, her happy-go-lucky-and-excited-about-every-damn-thing nature… even if she s annoyingly cheerful.  Tex created the phrases I repeat often, like “Damn Hondurans” (she’s Honduran, that’s not random), “living in Dick Cheney’s America” (it’s hard, according to Tex), and “Al Gore’s Internets” (which isn’t new but I didn’t start saying it till she did). Tex is one of the three bandits… KFlo and Tex and I run Houston ragged.  I hear you laughing, blog. We went to a strip club once. It sucked, but we went.

AN-T-WAY. This blog isn’t even about Tex. It’s about her blogroll. She’s such a vibrant person that any friend (or blog)  of  Tex is a friend (or blog) I want to meet (or read). I sauntered down her blogroll one day and came to a GREAT blog called He Loves Me Not, the story of Sarah and her journey from broken and broken hearted to a major personal success story.

I’d been reading bits and pieces, here and there as new posts came up in my Google Reader, but I became more and more confused because I didn’t know the history behind some of the current posts. So this weekend, I took it alllllllllllll the way back. To 2005.  And oh. [Read more →]

I’m jealous. Well not really jealous, more envious. But I still have ‘negative feelings.’

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I mean both.

First, crap because I forgot to make more egg muffins last night so I had nothing to bring for work today. Horrors! So I brought a packet of this ultra hearty oatmeal. It was good. Not lowcarb but better than the sausage egg and cheese croissant I wanted from Dunkin. So. Better choice.

Second, YAY because it is report day. Let’s see how we did! I’ll upload my spreadsheet a little later. We’re revamping our website at work and I have lots of copy to write.

Last Friday: 261
This Friday: 257
Total Loss: 4lbs

*Total Pts possible for this week: 105
Total pts earned:75

I have to explain our points system. This is geared to be purely for motivation and encouragement purposes. We’re not assigning points to foods, but behaviors:

For staying on plan all day: 5
For eating 3 meals a day ( my habit is 1 or 2): 5
For exercise or other healthy activity (that isn’t sex, HA!): 5

I give myself an easy total of 15 pts a day to achieve with the knowledge and understanding that I will not make all 15 everyday but if I fall below 10, I suck.

When I accumulate 200 pts, I get a reward. Since I’m only motivated by food, I’ve decided that I will let myself buy a box of Slim a Bear ice cream sandwiches.

These No Sugar Added babies are delish and don’t affect my loss at all. I wanted to buy some REALLY badly the other night, but decided I should wait and make them my reward.

So Yay.

Aw yeah. It’s that time again, Party People!

Okay it’s been fcuking freezing here lately, so how about some warmth!

Thinking Warm Thoughts

1. What is your favorite hot beverage?
2. Describe your favorite hot food?
3. What piece of clothing makes you feel warm and snuggly the moment you put it on?
4. Do you warm up your car on cold days? Do you run the heat all the time or just enough to defrost the windows?
5. What is your ideal warm-weather vacation spot?

You know the drill! Read ‘em, answer ‘em, come back here and post your links! BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE!

So, I did it.

I got the email today. The piece of HIM that I’ve become so accustomed to getting every week that it seems normal. It usually comes on Mondays, but it must have got hung up somewhere because it came today.

I LOVE email, and I have my gmail roll to my blackberry with a special notifier that lets me know I have mail. When I hear that jingle, I always feel a little happy and roll on over to that account and log in to see what gems await me. I subscribe to WAY too many blogs and newsletters, so it’s usually something I’ll want to save for later. Today, that email address and the form letter and usual impersonal format, the one that says ‘you’ve got matches, come look at  ‘em!’ was just… screaming at me.

But it wasn’t screaming, ‘click me! He might be waiting!’ This time I didn’t feel a warm fuzzy and remember HIM because that was where I met him. I felt pathetic and loser-ish for trying to hang onto HIM via a random email that had nothing to do with him. I felt ridiculous for hanging on for so long, for getting in my own damn way, for setting up my own roadblocks and helping to build my own wall.

Yeah, time to let go, I told myself.

So I logged in. And I deleted my account. It asks you why you’re deleting your account, and I sort of laughed at the reasons they listed:

• Did you find someone?
• Did you not find enough people?
• Did you have issues with the website?
• Did you give up?

The last one is kind of humorous, actually. But nowhere in the list did it say, “Are you not interested in using this site at all and were just hanging onto your profile hoping to remain some sort of pseudo contact with a man that isn’t even on this site anymore and furthermore broke up with you via email? Cause if so, good riddance, sister!”

That option wasn’t available. So I laughed and chose the last one and closed it out. For good. And didn’t feel badly about it. No pangs. No anxiety attacks. No regrets. I went on with my day and didn’t even think about it until a few minutes ago when I realized I wanted to blog about how easy it was.

Since I was feeling brave, I went ahead and broke up with Piz.za Hut emails too. Tomorrow I am pretty sure I am  getting an email from Wi.ng Zone. GONE!

Sweeping changes, people. SWEEPING changes!

I make myself laugh.