Ladies and Gents, it has happened. Finally.
I am at the lowest weight I've ever been in 10 years. 10 YEARS!!!!
I stepped on the little flat chested Goddess today and she sang my praise and flashed a beautiful:
Holy toledo Batman!!!
I just couldn't believe it. I had to step off and step back on again. Sure as shit, it said the same number.
PRAISE THE WEIGHLOSS GODS!!!!
Seriously, I knew I was getting thinner, because my normally tight ass pants were a little loose. But I haven't weighed myself in like weeks. I just didn't care. Well, I cared a little, but I didn't want the scale to control my whole day. So I just never stepped foot on it. Then this morning I was getting ready and I noticed I could kinda see my ab muscles.
Where did those little boogers come from?!?!
I mean it's just a 2-pack, on the very top of my tummy, but still. I damn near fainted on the tiled floor. Then I actually jumped up and down like a toddler that's been given a 3 dip ice cream cone, laced with crack,of course.
So I stepped on the scale and screamed like a crazed lunatic. Wyatt thought I went off my rocker. He promptly went and hid under the bed.
To tell you the truth, I haven't even been trying really. OK, I know that sounds bad. Because, believe you me, I've struggled just the same as all y'all with the weigh loss thang. But what I mean is I didn't stress about it. I made a decision that it's possible that I have been eating too much. I mean, I've tried every diet under the damn sun, from Slim-notsoFast to protein shakes to eating high protein/low carb to eating 6 meals a day......everything. Nothing really seemed to stick.
Then it hit me. I noticed I was eating all freaking day! WTF? (See, there's my WTF Wednesday moment for Miss Drazzypants!) I mean really, what in the farts is wrong with me if I think snacking all damn day on 'good' foods still won't make me fat. Or at least not fat, but not thin-er. If I'm getting 2000 a day and not losing weight, clearly I need to drop the calories. Sometimes my ditziness just amazes me. Seriously.
Ok, to get to the point. I decided that I'm eating to much, which I just explained above in way too much detail, so I just took it down a notch. I eat 3 small meals a day. I stop when I'm full. Usually a banana for breakfast, mixed with a little of the crackjuice. Yes, yes, the Mt. Dew addiction has come back. Temporarily of course. Then for lunch is a small salad, or a sandwich. Then dinner is some sort of protein, like a chicken breast, or a hamburger, or tonight we're having salmon and I'm grilling some zucchini. That's it! No chips, or cookies, or ice cream, or crap in between meals or after meals. I mean, I've had an ice cream sammy here and there, but not every damn day, like I was.
I haven't limited myself from anything. I ordered a huge steak and french fries the other night and ate about 3 ounces of the steak and about 2 fries. And I was STUFFED! Ryan was like, 'That's it? That's all you're eating?!' And I was like yup. I even ate a little more than I really wanted too, because I had that 'I want to puke all over this booth right now to feel better' moment after I was finished.
But you know what else I've noticed lately? I can't eat fast food anymore. The other morning, I was like, Mmmmmmmm sausage, egg and cheese biscuit from Braums......YESSSSS! I thought, 'I've been good, I can splurge.' Not.The.Best.Idea. Pretty sure I felt like a pound of grease had solidified in my stomach. I couldn't eat anything all day because I was terrified I'd blow chucks. I can still have a few fries here and there, and maybe a hamburger, but something like that grease-biscuit, with a side of greasy tator tots, is NOT ever going to happen again.
So that's it. I know it sounds so easy.......just eat less. But it is. You know, half the time when I think I'm getting hungry I chug my full water bottle and wait 15 minutes. And I'm not hungry anymore. I think all those times when I thought I was hungry I was actually thirsty! Who knew!
Now it's time to think about maintenance. Christ on a crutch. How the farts do you do that?!
I also think it's time to hit the weights. Some of this flab needs to be fab. Fo' realz. I'm thinking about just doing 50 sit-ups, 50 push-ups, and 50 squats 3 times a week and see where that gets me. It's simple, not structured. Easy peezy lemon squeezy.
So anyway. That's my news! I'm at a weight that I'm super duper happy with! Finally. That only took about 7 years. Meh.
Now the challenge is keeping it from going back up! And working on my muscle definition. That's going to be fun.
Gotta run Cupcakes!!!