I just reread the post I started yesterday.
Y’all, I am kind of in a bad way.
Here’s the gist:
There’s never any time.
I don’t have time to study! I’ll never get into Stamford! I’ll let everyone down! I’m so CONFUSED!
That’s right, friends. My life has taken a Jessie Spano shame spiral.
Babies are completely out-of-control. The older one is pushing limits like never before; the younger one is an absolute delight until she morphs into Ailie After Dark, a seemingly calm infant that goes to sleep as normal around 7 and then is up ALL NIGHT TO HAUNT YOUR DREAMS WITH HER FOGHORN CRY.
So when I woke at 5:02 AM yesterday – after precious little sleep – to read a chapter on bonds, and then A cried out, nursed, and needed to be changed; then H woke, yelled, and needed to use the potty, I just sort of… hung my head and cried. In the office. As A sat in her bumbo giggling at me and my husband came in to give me a hug and a pep talk thinking MAYBE SHE IS FINALLY CRACKING UP I WILL TREAD LIGHTLY.
Today, I’m deep-breathing and starting anew.
And I have delicious, I can eat that leftover Carvel ice cream cake in the freezer today news!
The DietBet is over. And what has become of me, you ask?
A little background: I tried to tow the line on Superbowl Sunday. We had a few friends over but did not go overboard with treats. We created a cheese plate with “entertainment” crackers (party!) and boursin and parmesan and Monterey Jack. We served roasted pine nut hummus with pita chips. And for dinner, J made his famous pulled pork, and my mother-in-law made a fantastically simple cucumber salad. For dessert, I purchased a few bite-sized items from the Target bakery.
I thought I was sensible. I ate well all day; then around 5 snacked on cheese and crackers and a glass of sauvignon blanc. At dinner, I ate a small serving of pork sans roll, with some vegetarian baked beans and a ton of virtually no-cal cucumber salad. I had two more small glasses of vino, and ended the night with three bite-sized treats.
Yesterday morn, day 1 of the DietBet two-day final weigh-in period, I stepped on the scale.
Oh you guys.
As you may recall, my goal weight was 141.9.
Last Thursday, I had been 141.4. I tend to fluctuate up to a pound or two in a day, so I decided that I would give one last HUGE effort and try to win this thing once and for all. Like a good procrastinator, I can rock the pressure deadline.
Yesterday I loaded up on fruits and veggies. I did the 30-Day Shred with H in the morning, and then went for a 40-minute walk in the afternoon. I drank a ton of lemon water, ate small snacks, and skipped the delicious meal my sis-in-law prepared (tortellini with chicken sausage and zucchini in a white wine sauce), instead scarfing down mixed veggies, salmon, avocado, and a bit of rice wine vinegar (yummy as well).
J woke me up this morning to snap photos of my weigh-in.
The Biggest Loser tinkly music of dramatic weight loss echoed in my brain.
I had done it. And then some!
We quickly snapped the photos and I went straight to the computer to submit. I took a sip of my coffee, and then decided I wanted to retake the photos as I wasn’t sure the scale picture should be taken from J’s perspective.
When I stepped on the scale again? It read 141.8. That is one really dense sip of coffee, y’all.
No matter! I still hit my goal! We took a few more photos and I uploaded them to the DietBet site. Now we wait to see the amount we collect. I’m proud: I lost 4% of my body weight (6 pounds) in 4 weeks in a healthy manner. I killed my January “Food and Fitness” resolutions (more on that later).
I know it’s a bit silly; but there is something very powerful about setting a small, concrete goal and achieving it. It allows you to think bigger somehow.
And today, Mama gets to polish off that ice cream cake for a job well done.
Current Weight: 141.8
Pounds lost since blog’s inception: 20.8
Pounds lost since A’s birth: 48.8
Weekly Workouts currently inaccessible as my journal is all the way upstairs.
How is your week going thus far?