Super Bowl Funday!

So like most Giants fans around the nation, I'm flying high from an awesome Super Bowl! One thing I didn't do much of during the big game -- was eat! So why the hell is my scale such a bitch this morning? FML!

I am sofa king hungry

(If you don't get it, read the title out loud.) Any way you say it -- gosh, this is going to be a cumbersome week to diet. I am starrrrving. Tomorrow is the big cattle call, and it's taking every ounce of will power I have not to pounce on the extra Smart Ones lunch I have in the freezer for such emergencies. I'm sitting here with my 20 oz of water, hoping, with each glorious sip, I'll be suddenly full. It ain't working. FML. Cheers, S.

Weekends are my nemesis

I don't know how I'm ever going to lose weight when every week includes weekends. That's when all of my naughty urges come out! Monday through Wednesday, I'm by the book perfect! But Thursday night I start to veer off into my own little world. I find ways to substantiate every little "cheat" --- ohhh I didn't have a full serving of X so I really have 2 points left... or well, I did lift extra high on the leg lifts in Zumba tonight. ARGH! I'm telling you, Thursday morning, the scale is always at its best... then come Monday, it's a hot mess. I can't live without enjoying myself, so that's not the answer... but there has to be a way to have my cake and eat it, too (and not have it show up on the scale!) Cheers, S.

Sitting at the edge of your seat, are you?

Sorry, sorry, sorry for the delay! I was actually asked today, "So how did you do???" and I realized I never bragged about my miraculous loss of an entire POINT EIGHT pounds! Yes, that's right - .8 / POINT EIGHT --- PPPPOOOOIIIINNNNT EIGHT. Holy crap! I'm ready to go out and buy a whole new wardrobe! Just call me SKIN AND BONES baby! I'm on my way to supermodel status! Very true, at least it wasn't up .8 -- it was, yes, down... and ALMOST a pound. Yet not quite. So technically, I'm about a half pound off track from where I should be...which in my book means I'm allowed to whine. Not wine. To whine. Well, maybe a little wine. FML! Cheers, S.

'Twas the night before weigh in...

...and I'm a basketcase yet again. This time, I'm not crying wolf, I'm crying fat. It was a rough weekend. Two parties! I managed to eat well at one, not-so-well at another, but drank like a fish! Ahhh - my diet nemesis...red wine! I'm trying not to let it get me down too much, because I know I'll come back fighting next week. I just really, really need to lose at least 1 pound to stay on track with my goals. I exercised a lot this weekend, but not as much as I'd have liked to. And, mother nature will have her say in the scale this week as well, if you get my drift. Argh! Like I said, I'm trying to not let it get to me. (And if you believe that, you'll believe anything!) FML! Cheers, S.

The girl who cried wolf?

Okay, I'm sure you're all thinking this of me by now, as I'm hopelessly obsessed with the scale... and all 'woe is me' i'm not going to lose weight. But seriously. Scale was up 3 lbs one day, down 4 lbs the next day. Up 2 lbs the next day, down 3 lbs the next day. And you're all right. It doesn't matter what the scale says every day in between, it's what it says on Tuesday that matters. However, I firmly believe that if I was not to check on any day except Tuesday, I would be far less motivated. Seeing the numbers actually motivates me to do better, so this is all part of my fat therapy. Oh and in case you haven't seen the latest headlines, the net result of WW - W1 is a loss of 3 lbs. That's 3 lbs closer to being the hottie with the million dollar body. Or at least the hottie with a size 6 bootie. Here goes week 2! WML! Cheers, S.

1 week down ? to go

Well week 1 will officially be over shortly, and tomorrow evening I face the scale again. This morning, the lost pound was still lost, but TBH, I was really expecting it to be more. Back when I was a young whippersnapper, I could lose 4 lbs the first week no problem. Now I'm struggling to get rid of one little one. Old age sucks. But this is a good time to recap my plan... 2 lbs every week for 10 weeks. Then 1 lb every week for 10 weeks. Total - 30 lbs. And for those of you who don't think I need to lose that much weight, oh yea, I do. I could even stand to lose another 10 on top of it and still be within what is considered "healthy." However... I do like a little meat on my bones. If I didn't have my weight to obsess about, I'd probably obsess about something insane... like my hair. Oh wait. Shit! Cheers, S.

Up and down... up and down...

Yesterday I had a bit of good news when I hopped on the scale! It was down a pound. Said pound was still MIA mid-day today, but has since found it's way back to my ass. I know none of this really matters until I face the WW scale Tuesday night, but my obsession continues. Here's hoping the pound gets lost again tomorrow... and maybe brings a friend or two with it. UGH Cheers, S.

I have never been so excited to see a banana in my life...

I almost had an orgasm. Okay, not quite, but a mini one. I have been staaaaarving all day, as the husband is taking me out for Indian tonight to mourn the loss of my favorite restaurant. So I know I have to save 13 points for a nice dinner. I ate light for breakfast, light for lunch, and no snacks, so you can imagine my stomach is rumbling more than a tornado in Kansas. So while I was cleaning the kitchen sink, I was delighted - and actually jumped for joy when I found a banana hiding in the basket! (For those of you non-dieters a/k/a skinny bitches - a banana is free food!) It was the best banana I ever wolfed down. I won't even sugar coat it. I shoved that thing in my mouth so fast... it well, probably sounds more erotic than it should. It was just yum. Cheers, S.

The scale still sucks...

3 days straight at the gym and the scale still looks at me and laughs. I know I am setting myself up for disappointment when I look every day, but I'm so frustrated that I try SO hard and have no results. I know all of the bullshit cliches about good things and waiting... yada, yada... but have you met me? Right. I cannot stand the way I look from the waist down... and if you do, you have issues! LOL. Cheers to the freakin' weekend. S.

Hopelessly addicted to the scale...

I check the scale CONSTANTLY. I also KICK the scale CONSTANTLY. Does anyone else weigh themselves like 3 times a day? Well I do, maybe more. Once in the morning, completely naked, after a wee. (TMI?) Then again in the evening after dinner, and if I'm home during the day -- at random times for shits and giggles. Seriously obsessive about this. And guess what? The scale hasn't budged in two days. Oh woah is me, I know, but I'd like to see some sort of response to my suffering! On a positive note, I made it to the gym two days in a row and am knee deep (and other body parts are equally excited) in a super good smutty romance novel I'm hooked on. It almost was fitting that the uber meathead next to me was orgasming the alphabet next to me today (way gross by the way). Here's hoping the scale makes a move south tomorrow. Please. Please. Please. Off to check again. You never know. Right?

Happy New Year Fat Ass!

Yesterday was the day. I did it. I faced the scale. The woman who was weighing me in said, "oh you're a teeny one" -- that was BEFORE I stepped on the scale. I swear I heard her moo after I stepped off. I managed to look at the little sticker that had my weight on it (with one eye open) and nearly passed out. I'm at least 10 lbs more than I thought I was... and that's even after going to the doctor last week and getting weighed in. (The doc's scales are always off.) SON OF A BITCH! So today marks day 1... and so far.... so hungry! But my eye is on the prize - and I'm looking forward to hitting the gym at lunch for a brisk 1/2 hour walk. Good times. How are the rest of my fat bottomed friends? :) Cheers, S.