10% Victory!

It’s a cause for celebration!^^

As of today, I’ve officially lost 13kg (28.6lbs), which puts me firmly into the “Lost 10% of Starting Bodyweight” category. It also means that I’ve lost over 25% of the weight I need to lose so I’m 1/4 of the way to goal.

How amazing is that!

Another wonderful thing is the fact that I could *not* reach 105 last time, no matter what I did. I just seemed to be stuck at it, which is one of the reasons I just gave up last time. (I fully intend to keep going even when it happens again. I learned my lesson >.>) So reaching 105 is a victory in itself, too.

The next minigoal is to hit 100kg (that’s 220lbs). That right there will be earth-shattering for me. I haven’t been 220 since early university. (Though I was about 180/190lbs and a size 14 at Oxford, I think) All this stuff is coming up.

It’s just a matter of time.^^

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Last night, I went out to dinner for Anne’s birthday.

I had been dreading it because I was on a roll losing weight and I feared that going out to a restaurant would kill my self-discipline. But the night was supposed to be about Anne and honouring Anne, not me making a huge ordeal about food.

After all, the goal in the end is to enjoy food, but push it to the background and keep it from running my life the way it has up until this point.

So I decided I’d eat right for the day and while I would make sensible choices while out, I’d consider it a point-free night.

I worried a huge amount about that decision, though. The fear of falling down, of becoming lazy and not continuing on really had me going the entire day.

I want to be 106 next week. And while I know that one night won’t really do much damage, I still worried.

At one point, I decided it was a hopeless case. So I had like two timtams and two of the WW apple crumble bars. (I love the apple crumble bars, but I notice that I have a big slow-down in weight loss if I have them more than once every few days.)

Went to go take a shower in the early evening - to start getting ready - and was about to go grab another couple timtams before I popped in and suddenly, I stopped in my tracks.

“What the hell am I doing?”

I’ve done so damn well. Next week, I will have lost 12kgs. (Technically, I’m already teetering between 106 and 107, so I should be a solid 106 by Monday.) That’s 1/4 of the weight I need to lose. My next major goal will be getting to 94kg, which would mean that I’ve lost half of the weight I need to.

Why on earth would I toss that away? Give me a few more weeks and I’ll actually be 100kg. Then 94kg is just another 6k past that. How insane would it be to stop doing this now when I’m so close?

No, I really can’t stop now. I notice some of the changes in my body and stuff like I can see my double-chin starting to shrink and I’ve actually lost a couple cm around my neck. These are things that have been bothering me for years.

Life will happen. I won’t be able to choose wisely every time. And that’s okay. I got to treat those nights as exceptions and just keep going. It’s the same way a 56kg woman does it - chances are, they don’t go nuts exercising after having an especially high-calorie meal. They just don’t have them very often, so it doesn’t matter too much.

Yeah. One step at a time. 100kg next.^^

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When one violently dislikes egg, one should refrain from having an egg sandwich for lunch no matter how good it would be for daily points.

This educational moment has been brought to you by Chook Workers Union and a very, very contrite Cel.

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I have none.

And I mean, I really have none. Some people complain about not being able to touch their toes. Hell, I’d be happy if I could touch my knees.

Bending down (besides being a complete social faux-pas - a rear end like mine needs to remain far below eye-level) is hard enough, so I tend to pick everything up with my toes.

Chopsticks. Coins. Man, I’ve got talented toes. What can I say? When you’ve got it, you’ve got it. >.>

It’s probably one of the big reasons why I lost all flexibility. Then again, I still wasn’t all that flexible even as a kid.

So, lately, I’ve been throwing Leslie Sansone’s “You Can Do Yoga” on after any given exercise dvd. I decided that if I was going to go through all the trouble of losing weight and being healthy, I may as well learn to touch those toes in the process.

Unfortunately, those toes are playing hard to get. Each time I attempt to touch them, their partners-in-crime (otherwise known as my calves) decide to remind me who’s boss. (Hint: so far, it hasn’t been me.)

I’ve got high hopes with this yoga dvd, though. I’ve noticed a very small difference but there has been a difference since I started. I’m already planning to grab a new dvd at some point, once I’ve mastered this one (though, *ahem* honesty requires me to admit that it won’t be any time soon).

So, watch out, toes! I’m coming for you!

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Hiya there!

For those of you who are new (and that should be about nearly everyone), welcome to this blog. It’s my way of trying to stay on track as I take control of my life and become more healthy. (Run-on sentences for the win!^^)

For those of you who aren’t new, welcome back.^^ As you can probably tell by the drastic change in the design of the site, my previous blog is no longer. In short… the server my site was hosted on took up the nasty habit of smoking. When I told it to knock it off (after all, smoking indoors is illegal here in Oz), it had a hissy fit and refused to work anymore. So, I had no choice to fire it.

Most tragical.

So now, we’ve got a new server here that we have to train to do everything the last one did. But. Um. It’s ancient. Archaic, really. In fact, I’m pretty sure Lucy the Australopithecus used it back in the day to host her site. Which means that we’ll have to get yet another replacement server soon to take this one’s place before it meets the same fate good old Lucy did.

Translate that to mean “Cel is so not going to replace this design any time soon”. It’s a huge blow to the ego (since I enjoy writing sites), but my priority has to be getting my main site back up and running.

Speaking of running…

I’m not. Just so you know. >.> I’ve had the cold from hell lately, so I haven’t done any exercise since Thursday. So, feeling sorry for myself yesterday, I jumped on the stationary bike (which, coincidently, leads a very lonely existence in the lounge) for a little spin.

Note to self: friends don’t let friends exercise when congested.

So. I’m sitting here now, feeling vaguely guilty about the lack of exercise. I’ve eaten fairly well, though I promised myself I would not count points while I’m feeling this bad. I’d listen to what my body had to say about what it needs.

No, really. I mean it. >.>

This is me.

This is me listening to my body. (It’s not a very verbose conversationalist, though.)

In any case, the plan of attack is to just use a little sense when eating for the next few days. When I feel stronger, I’ll try to pick up with walking a little, but I’m not going to force it. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself now. ^^

Anyway! Thank you for listening and, once again, welcome to the site! Sorry there’s not much here to see but gimme a few days.^^

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