(And I can't keep track of the letters anymore so using the real numbers. Drama! Cookies! If I know you irl never mention this at Starbucks/Coldstone in the Randall's shopping center where everyone I went to high school with inevitably goes when people are in town!)
Has been a little quiet round these parts lately, mission wise. Stupid leg took me out of commission for awhile but things didn't regress too terribly.
Prior to stupid leg, had been tracking nicely down through the high 140s. By the time leg mostly resolved itself and I was moving again had revisited the low 150s. Not terrible seeing as how the holidays were thrown in there too but not ideal. Started walking the dog, doing yoga and/or cardio dvds, general dance marathons whilst brushing teeth, focusing on eating and....nothing, nada, zero change. Fine, I tell myself. Am replacing the fat stores with muscle, could potentially be smaller but numbers will not change.
Weeks tick by and I oh so baby stepped back down into the high 40s. 148, 147, one glorious day at 145.5 but then right back up to 148. Bah. But fine, I tell myself. It takes time, is a slow process and hey, your wisdom teeth are next week, you'll be on a liquid diet for a couple days that should yield some movement in the proper direction.
Thursday Food Intake: soup in the morning, water, slimfast shake. Total calories - several hundred?
Friday Food Intake: small smoothie (yogurt, fruit), diluted apple juice, maybe 1/3 of a can of soup. Total calories - again, several hundred.
Saturday morning scale - 144. Wee! At least this godforsaken throbbing has a silver lining!
Saturday Food Intake - applesauce, Panera soup and mac and cheese. Not great for you but calorie total still clocked in at under 1,000
Sunday morning scale - 145. Fine, probably all the sodium from yesterday. Went on a 2 mile walk, ate more Panera soup and mac and cheese (only thing soft enough that I could taste!), water, rinse and repeat. Still under 1,000 calories.
Now, 1,000 calories is not life sustaining. And yet, Monday morning, 146. WHATTHEFUCK.
Every day this week, every when I've felt like crap, have walked the dog at least a mile. Am eating soup (no crackers) for lunch, maybe sucking on a couple of Hershey's kisses here and there, eggs or something for dinner, basically everything I was doing before the teeth, just less. Less exercise yes, but not by much, but definitely less food and especially less bad for you but delicious white flour carby goodness.
This morning? 147.5. Am clearly some sort of scientific marvel who doesn't adhere to the laws of physics. Calories in < calories out = weight loss except not for me, oh no.
I give up. Am going to eat a chocolate chip cookie even if it takes me 2 hours to nibble my way through that sucker.
ETA - And! I forgot the other crazy thing. I'd recently gone through my clothes and pulled out the ones that were too big for me. Told Mom to try them on and take what she wanted. She found a good half dozen tops, skirts, pants etc that fit her well. Now, if these were the things I was wearing 50 pounds ago that am now giving away because they are basically falling off of me, you'd think that Mom and I would be relatively apart of the weight scale. Except no, she was talking about how her bloodwork was great but she wanted to lose 25 pounds or so to get into the 120s and it hit me - while I am a couple inches taller than her, am only about 3-5 pounds lighter. IDONOTUNDERSTANDSCIENCE.
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