Not only did I do it, I did it YESTERDAY. 6lbs in 6 days. Go team!
I actually woke up and weighed 200.6 yesterday. It was my boss's birthday and my other boss (her husband) really wanted us to all go out. I was in a shitty position. I never go out. 1- I'm an old woman trapped in a 24 year old's body. 2- Going out = high calorie food and drinks. 3- I rarely drink, and hanging out with drunk people sober is not fun.
The deciding factor of if I was going to go was my weight. I knew I wanted to be 199 by sunday, so I said if I made it to 199 on saturday i would go. But if not the temptation would be too high and I didn't want to screw up my weigh in. My boss and co-workers were really pushing me to go and since the salon wasn't busy they pushed me to get to 199 by saturday night. plus, my mom had weighed in at 197 saturday morning, making me even more motivated. I had my laptop so my boss said I could do insanity in the back yard. I didn't have workout clothes though and I didn't bring an outfit(everyone else was getting ready at the salon and leaving from there). So I left to buy a dress and get my sneakers and my scale. Plan was to sweat my ass off till i lost .7lbs so I could be 199.9 lol
First stop was the mall. I hate the mall usually, especially on a saturday afternoon. It took forever to find a parking spot but it was far from the mall so I got a nice little walk in (in heels). Then I had no idea where Forever21 was so I looked on the directory and of course it's on the other side of the mall. So I power walked that bitch. This is a pretty big mall, I broke a little sweat! I found a really cute dress and felt pretty hott, now I WANT to go out and I am going to make this happen. I power walk in heels back to my car and then drove home with the windows up and ac off, and sweated the whole way. I got home, ripped off my clothes, did 20 situps and jumped on the scale, fully expecting to be 201ish(I had eaten breakfast and lunch since I weighed in at 200.6 that morning).
I didn't believe it.
Got off. Got on again.
Holy shit. The scale has a number with a ONE for the first digit. I DID IT!
Got off, got on again, said it again. Grabbed my phone and took a picture, and burst into tears.
I'd thought about this moment a hundred times. I knew it would be cool, I knew it would be weird. I knew I would be thrilled. I knew I would probably cry. But I could not stop crying. I was so overwhelmed. I was so happy. So proud. So shocked. My original goal was to lose 85lbs. All I wanted was to be less than 200, fuck what my body looked like. It seemed so far away. I cannot believe in August, just like Sparkpeople.com told me I would, I weighed 199lbs. 8 months, -85lbs. Now I know I want to lose another 15 to make 100, but it still feels like I already hit my goal.
If you dont understand why this is such a big deal try to understand that as an adult i have never weighed less than 200lbs. I last weighed under 200 in junior high. 13 years old... 11 years ago. Almost half of my entire existence has been over 200lbs. I cannot believe I am in the 100's!!
I got ready and went out with my co-workers, and looked and felt fucking hot. I gave in and drank, much more than I should have. However someone once told me if I am going to drink stick with clear alcohol, so that's what I did. I ended up being pretty drunk. Having not drank like that in over a year, being 85 less than the last time I got drunk, and overall eating much less food set me up to be a lightweight. A few hours into the night a pizza arrived and my coworker is handing me a piece demanding I eat it. Normally I would love to be forced into pizza eating, but I was already upset about the liquid calories. But I didn't want to puke, and I didn't want to pass out, I needed to eat. So I did. I didn't eat the crust and it was only one piece.
I woke up this morning thrilled I was 199, and very worried I may have ruined my 199 with my celebration. My first thought was not to weigh myself so that way I could work it off and never have to see another 2 on the scale. But then I decided if I had put on a pound overnight I needed to know and feel the burn and get the reality check so I wouldn't fuck up again. I got on the scale.
You've got to be fucking kidding me! I lost a pound drinking and eating pizza?! I will contribute it to lots of sweating and dancing. But I had to get on the scale 3x today to believe it too.
But you know, we never learn, so i went and tried my luck some more. Now I wanted pizza so fucking bad, since I broke the seal last night. I have eaten so good with zero cheat meals for like 2 weeks. I wanted pizza. Bad. So I ordered Dominos.
Now before you tell me I am the worst example ever, hear me out. Normal people eat shit sometimes. I want to be normal and eat shit sometimes too. So I did it smarter today. I found this nifty little gadget on the dominos site:
The "cal-o-meter" allows you to input your pizza size, toppings, etc and tells you how many calories per slice. I decided not even to LOOK at the deals. I was not going to order the most food for my money, I was going to order only what I wanted to consume.
Using the cal-o-meter I found if I ordered a small onion and spinach pizza with light cheese it would be 180 calories a slice, 6 slices. 1080 calories. Sparkpeople wants me to eat between 1100-1350 calories. So I ordered the pizza and that's what I ate today. I wouldn't say it had much nutritional value that contributed to my health, but if nothing else, I didn't go over my calories. I got to have my cake(or pizza), and eat it too. I didn't have a hang over, I didn't have to cook, and I didn't have to wash dishes. I don't even feel bad about it. The only thing I do feel bad about is the shitty food/beverage/sleep choices have left me lazy today, and I didn't work out.
Tomorrow's monday though! So tonight I will plan my food for the week. Tomorrow I will grocery shop and if it's sunny I'm going kayaking, if not I will do insanity and hopefully go to the gym with my friend. Tuesday I am doing zumba at a orthodox jewish temple. Isnt it wonderful how zumba can bring people together?! (normally I would feel nervous and disrespectful going to a temple covered in tattoos, but i've been assured these women arent going to judge me or be offended :) I can't wait for zumba this week because my instructor was at a convention this weekend getting licensed to do some chair and toning zumba, I cannot WAIT. I thought zumba was just another bandwagon trend when I first heard about it. That'd be the reason it took me so long to try it. I regret not doing it sooner. I count down to zumba days.
I hope everyone had a great weekend and is planning for this week! i always did love that quote "failure to plan is planning to fail" ! truth!