Back in the saddle again...

This weekend hasn't been all that eventful, but it's still been kind of perfect.

Starting off the weekend, I was down 1 pound yesterday and am completely remotivated with this whole WW thing. I've been getting frustrated because the pounds aren't dropping, when I've only had myself to blame. When I don't exercise and sneak in pretzels here and extra bites there, I'm not going to lose weight. It's not a mystery... it's common sense. So I sat down and planned out my menu for the week and *drumroll please*... SIGNED UP FOR MY FIRST 10K!! Yes indeed, I did. It's July 4th morning, and I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't pumped at the fact that running 6.2 miles that morning will mean that I can eat a hot dog guilt-free at a cookout that night. Yes please! I start my training tomorrow and I finally feel excited, not like I'm being forced to run (which is how I felt before). I'm actually working towards a goal, I've paid for it, and I've told people about it... There's no turning back now.

After my meeting I went for "me time" at Target for about an hour. I swear to you, this is my therapy each week, every week. My meeting is at 8am (by choice) and I'm out by 8:45, which means I'm walking through Target's doors by 8:50. My mom and I can wander around Walmart for hours, not needing anything, but just throwing stuff in the cart and chatting, and I really miss that. So... I take my time and wander. Browse the $1 bins, the books, the food aisles, the decorating stuff... and breathe. The store is completely empty, other than the early-morning-mamas with their babies and the store people stocking the shelves. It's blissfully relaxing. The next stop is always Dunkin Donuts, where I pick up breakfast for me and The Boy, then head home to try and get him out of bed asap.

Once I was home yesterday, I wanted to have every single point for the rest of the day planned out. We were going to see How to Train Your Dragon in IMAX and the MOST AMAZING Boy agreed to drive me forty minutes away to Chick-fil-A for lunch, so I set to work. I packed/pointed a snack bag of Cheez-Its and Dots since we were going to the movie (instead of popcorn and the entire box of Dots), and got online to point out Chick-fil-A. There was no way that I wasn't going to indulge in a chicken sandwich, so I went ahead and pointed the NINE POINTS for that baby, but opted for a fruit cup instead of their amazing waffle fries, which were also NINE POINTS. When I compare my food choices and awareness now compared to before, I can't believe how much I used to eat, and how often I ate just out of boredom/want, not excitement and need (which is a whole different post for a whole different day). So, I had my sandwich and a few of Brian's fries and was completely happy. We came home and ordered out Thai for dinner, which I MEASURED IN A MEASURING CUP and red wine, which I also measured. Big stuff, people... big stuff.

So that's pretty much been our weekend so far. Nothing exciting. We're heading to the grocery store this morning, then the gym, then back to the condo to hopefully relax more. Supper will be going in the crockpot shortly (my new favorite weekend trick), and I'm going to do a little bit of straightening.

Ah, yes. I believe that a lazy Sunday is just what the doctor ordered.

Head Up, Ignore the Food

It's only 9:25am and I've had an up and down kind of morning.

I had my weigh-in this morning, and I went up 1.4. Previously, I would have been devastated and blamed near everyone except myself. However, things have apparently changed. I exercised once this week, I drank beers at trivia night on Wednesday, I snacked every day (going over my points everyday, even though I told myself that "That one extra pretzel stick... okay, four extra pretzel sticks won't count")... but apparently, the pretzels did count. And I feel it today, in my clothes, when I took my rings off... I have a feeling that a certain amount of it is water weight (my sodium intake was higher this week than last) because there's really no way, with what I did eat, that I could have consumed 1.4 pounds of fat. Regardless, I held my head up high, accepted the fate, and came back to plan my week out.

We're having friends over for supper tonight, and I'm ready to face the day-- The Boy is grilling steaks, I'm making a delish parmesan spinach risotto from WW (if it turns out as good as I'm hoping it will, I'll post the results), and some kind of vegetable on the side. I'm determined to keep it healthy. There will for sure be drinks involved, but I am damned and determined to keep track of every single thing that I put in my body. De-ter-mined.

My biggest challenge this week will be what we have lined up. I'll be cooking tomorrow night (pork tenderloin in the crockpot someway) but then Monday The Boy will be out of town (I'm thinking a small little veggie stir-fry for myself), Tuesday night we're going to a Red Sox game, Wednesday night is trivia night (my current enemy), Thursday night is a breather, and Friday night is the night before WI again.

Plan of attack: Tuesday night, I will take my enormous water bottle in with me to the Red Sox game. I will plan on having three beers over the course of the night-- it's the first Red Sox game of the year, and I have to have beer. I am saving most of my points for this night (thank goodness it's early in the week), and will bust my bottom the rest of the week to make up for it. Wednesday night, I will NOT drink at the bar, because there's really no point and I never enjoy it, and I will either eat something beforehand, or eat a chicken salad at the bar. The end.

Meanwhile, I'm watching Julie & Julia (both names which I would so name a future daughter). I just love this movie. It's probably the third time I've seen it and I love it a little bit more every time. Like, laugh out loud kind of love it. Everything about this movie is just fabulous, plus Meryl is one of my favorite leading ladies ever. The end makes me tear up every darn single time.

Brian and I have kind of a big potential opportunity teasing at us right now, so I'm trying to just send big prayers out there that we'll be led to make the right choices and decisions about what's ahead of us. We're good and fine, no big changes there... just kind of a general life choice for the both of us. More to come when things either fall into place or fall apart... again, with the big choice, not with our relationship.

My family will be here for my graduation in less than a month, and I absolutely cannot wait. I'm just ready to see them and spend time with them and show them around. I also cannot believe that I'm going to walk across the stage at The Garden and graduate. It's slightly terrifying... big time.

It's a gross, rainy day here, but I have it all planned out. First it's a haircut for Brian, then I'm treating him to lunch and a movie (I'm thinking Date Night because I heart Tina Fey & Steve Carrell), then grocery shopping for dinner tonight, potentially a stop at Trader Joe's, then home to cook.

I have to get back in the swing of blogging. My posts have tended to be just a rundown of what's going on with me, which is due mainly to the fact that I don't post in forever, so I feel compelled to give a catch-up of what's been going on with me. I'll work on that.

happy sunny sunday!

It's a girls day with me myself and I.

The Masters was on ALLL day yesterday and is on ALLL day today, which is just pretty much my worst nightmare. I am NOT a big fan of golf... like at all. I like the kind of classic preppy-ness of it, but I can't play it (been there, tried that) and I see NO point whatsoever in watching it on TV, and for hours and hours at that. But The Boy loves it to pieces and has been glued to the TV for the last 48 hours, so I'm making the best of it.

We did venture out to breakfast this morning, then I managed to convince him that we could be in and out of the grocery store in about a half hour, so he agreed to do the week's shopping with me as well, which always makes it ten times LESS stressful and makes the time fly by. Pork tenderloin was on sale this week, so I picked one up, came home and stuck that baby in the crockpot. An envelope of onion soup mix, chicken broth, soy sauce, garlic and onion and BAM, put it on low til 7 or 8 tonight.

(Sidenote: I love my crockpot. I have an obscene obsession with it. I just love being able to throw something in before I leave in the morning, then once we're home from work and the gym, all we have to do is shower and, voila, supper is served.)

After washing all of my fruit for the week, separating chicken breasts into freezer bags, cleaned out and organized the fridge and freezer... I was a little pooped. I didn't sleep much last night, so I came in and curled up under a blanket next to The Boy, thinking I'd read/nap for a bit. Apparently my company was too girly because he moved to the living room to call a friend about a phone interview that he has tomorrow. Forty-ish minutes later, I realized he was still hanging out in the other room, so I checked on the tenderloin then sat next to him with my new Food Network magazine, thinking "Aw, we'll have a nice little he'll do his thing, I'll do mine afternoon"... I thought wrong. A couple of minutes later, after no acknowledgment that I was sitting next to him, our conversation went like this:

Me, very sweetly and kindly and understandingly: Would you like me to give you boy time?
Brian: *quick smile and nod* Yep.

Ah, yes. I understand. Off to the bedroom I went, and now I'm settled with 100 calorie popcorn, the laptop, and a marathon of Kirstie Alley's Big Life. I've never seen it before but I might be getting hooked on it. She's just so funny and quirky and goofy... good easy TV, perfect for a Sunday afternoon. Ah, well... just more reality TV for me to DVR and never catch up on.

Weight loss-wise, I am kicking butt and taking names! I weighed-in yesterday morning and lost 3 pounds this week, which puts me at a running total of 19.4 pounds! I would love to lose at least 2 pounds this week, because it would put me at meeting one of my mini goals. I SO needed that loss and was really struggling there for awhile-- for the previous three weeks, I lost .2, .6 and .8... so frustrating when you're doing most of the things you're supposed to. I wised up though and finally figured out that I couldn't beat a foolproof program.

What changed this last week? Three BIG things: No mid-week drinking (trivia night at a bar had been equaling at least 2 lite beers on Wednesday nights which led to nibbles of bar food) and getting in all of my GHGs (Good Health Guidelines). This consists of servings of 3 vegetables per day, 2 fruits, 2 lean proteins, 3 dairy, and 2 oils. I went the extra steps and prepped all of my fruits and veggies the night before and made sure I snacked on them during the day at work, then got in lots of veggies at night. Not always easy, but it obviously works! And I really started pushing myself at the gym. That's my biggest focus right now-- I want to be happy in a bikini by 4th of July weekend. Not a teensy skimpy bikini, but a bikini.

Giggles out there? Well, I most certainly hope not. I've gotten my eating/snacking completely in check, and we've absolutely been going to the gym on our regular schedule. However, it clicked just this last week that to get amazing results, you have to go above and beyond with the effort that you're putting in. I'm going to start P90X this week and am finally going to sign up/COMMIT to a 10k. I think it will just be one really great training step towards beginning to train for my half marathon in October. Something about hitting (almost) 20 pounds lost just really opened my eyes as to how much my body is changing. I haven't weighed what I weigh right now in years. Like probably sophomore year of college. I just checked my BMI (thanks Kirstie!) and... I'm down a bracket! I was obese for awhile. I was OBESE and gross and just... not happy with my body or myself. I am now OVERWEIGHT!! I never thought that I would be pumped to be titled as "overweight" but I am. Basically, I will go down to being a "normal weight" when I lose 30 more pounds. I'm hoping to lose between 15 and 20 more before summer, and I think that that is totally feasible. The good thing is that I LIKE running and I LIKE lifting weights and knowing that I'm toning my body and making it more focused and strong... so let's just hope that I can keep that mindset, even on the hard days.

I think that I'm going to set little goals for myself and reward myself with small things. Like when I hit my 10%, I'm going to get a pedicure, and then just go in 5 pound increments from there. I can so do it-- I'm pumped.

This has basically been one big ole ramble because I haven't posted in forever and a day, so I felt it best to just sum everything up.

On a topic completely unrelated to me and my current relationship situation, a girl that I graduated with is engaged and getting married in November and posted a Facebook link to her wedding webpage... and I'm obsessed. At first I was like "Well blah to her for finding a WEBMASTER or something to create an entire website for her wedding!" but then I realized that she used a general site to build the webpage... and I fell in love. Like I said-- no rush to get there, but I'm kinda pumped that when all of that does happen I get to make a kick-butt page about it! (in case you want to take a peek:

I think I'm off for now. I still have ZERO pictures because my USB ports STILL will not recognize anything that I plug into them, which is just ten kinds of frustrating. Anywho, I'm off to actually nap and maybe order a thing or two from Bath & Body Works.