end of august

this weekend, i...

1. jogged a mile in 18 minutes
2. which means i jogged for eighteen minutes STRAIGHT
3. hit my -90 pound mark
4. bought size 10 jeans at the gap after trying-- and fitting in-- five pairs
5. didn't gain weight at a barbeque
   

i jogged

a full mile today. woohoo!

a little less conversation, a little more action

i loved spinning to that song. i'm not signed up for spinning in the fall for a variety of reasons, primarily a mis-communication with my husband.

i'm not writing here right now. i mean, right NOW i am, but currently in a bigger way? not really.

but i'm still kicking. i even saw a four in the tens place a couple times this week, which should make for a very nice september weigh-in.

sigh

up. and for no good reason. i f'ing hate my body.

did it!

3/4 of a mile in. a. row.

took me 14 minutes-- that's about a minute shy of my walking pace. i don't care, though, because increasing my distance by 1/4 mile a week means i'll be jogging 5 miles by december. it means the 5k i'd been daydreaming about running with my friends and family for my birthday can be a TENk.

i just told my trainer-brother that i want to run the 5k in our town this november.

153.8. whatthefuckever.

better

153.0 today. that's better. i planned this morning to get a cupcake today and shaved a few calories off the plan to that end, but turns out i forgot to take the pork chops out of the freezer. whoops. so we'll get pizza.

the weather is cooling down today and, provided it's not pouring, we'll walk tonight and i'll jog tomorrow & sunday. think i can pull 3/4 of a mile??

brevity

i've been being so brief here lately because i can barely type-- i'm using only my left hand for the next few weeks until my tendinitis improves.

my weekend weight finally dropped off today, so i'm 153.8. i can't wait to FEEL 149. i feel ginormous lately. and i want to eat my feelings. but i don't.

hubs hit a new low today: 239.6. he's less than 20# from goal... in just four months. makes me feel huge. dunno why. maybe because i weigh almost the same while he's lost 66 pounds??

off to the dentist monday for some fillings. $250. why do i even have dental? and then two more at a later date.

i feel like i'm falling apart.

no good very bad day

i don't like today. i want to skip it, k?

hope

my weekend was... insane. great and crazy and weird and awful. i feel like i gained 20 pounds. but it's apparently only 4. i'm hoping they're mostly gone tomorrow.

going to the doctor for my wrist today. i hope to be back to typing well-- if not lifting weights-- soon.

:/

wrist hurts. great eating/exercise yesterday. failed to go to the track today. shit.

153.4.

no hope of dropping 3.5 pounds this weekend.

ouch

typing lefty. right wrist/hand kinda fucked. very cranky and wanting to cry into some cake about it. 153.4. eating well. jogging tomorrow. feeling fat. missing weight lifting.

rice & beans

if i took one thing away from my vacation in puerto rico it's that a frozen rum beverage followed by a nap is the. best. afternoon. ever. if i took TWO things, the other is the rice & beans = win. so i'm on a mission to get this magical combo of unspectacular foods into our life. to that end, i bought (among other ingredients) a package of instant ortega black beans & rice.

ummm, and today i'm puffed up like a thanksgiving parade float. ortega rice & beans? not my friend.

so, i actually weighed in at 155.0 this morning, which made me really not want to go to the track. but i was up and feeling like a cow so i did.

i jogged 1/2 a mile in a row again and then walked another quarter before heading home. total time working out: 30 minutes. friday's workout plan is to job the half, walk a quarter and then jog another quarter. (my jogging pace? is approximately a 14 minute mile. i'm pretty pleased with that.)

so i weighed myself post-jog and more naked to a pretty reasonable 153.4. i did not pack the rice & beans for lunch. instead i pulled together some fruit and nonfat greek yogurt. mmmmm. yogurt. the rest of the week needs to be awesomely clean because we have a weekend family reunion/drunkfest this weekend and we both REALLY need to get some motivation on the scale friday morning.

so.

i'm not feeling great about the scale, but i DO feel great about jogging. i'm going to break 150 this week. i'm pretty sure.

a dirty little whorebag

148.8

148.8

148.8

ERR

for a minute this morning, in the haze of my hangover, i thought for SURE the scale said 158.8. it didn't. it had a four on it. i was, to put it mildly, shocked. i planned to hop off and get my camera to record this milestone for posterity. except, ERR. so i gave it a minute.

151.6

and another minute, in case the little bitch wanted to rethink that.

152.8

ummm, yes, i'm taking 151.6. and i'm SURE it's all wine. (a high school/college friend came for dinner. we had grilled chicken caesar salad with fat free dressing, a blueberry peasant tart with a scant 1/4 cup of sugar in the whole thing and a giant bottle of fat bastard chardonnay. um, and 14 cigarettes. between us. both quitters. oops. i threw out the last 6 this morning.)

i didn't jog today, in a planned rest day, but we'll walk tonight. i had homemade whole wheat irish porter bread for a lazy breakfast, but packed chicken caesar salad, half a huge cucumber and some grapes.

i saw that four.

if blogger were facebook...

my status would be

becklette jogged 1/2 a mile IN A ROW.

of course, it's not. so i'll settle for telling you. and that i weighed in at 150.8. HOORAY.

what the---?

i went to the track this morning: jogged 1/4, walked 1/4, jogged 1/4, walked 1/4, jogged 1/8, walked 1/8. did it. later we'll go for a hike. i would love to do some push-ups and sit-ups but am having this alarming pain in my wrist, so it will just be sit-ups.

and in case this doesn't carry over to weigh-in, i want the record to show that today i weighed 151.0 pounds. which means i'm down 4.6 pounds from last week and that if i manage to lose a teeny bit today i will be showing a 5-pound loss for july despite having maintained for the first several weeks.