neurotica

well after all the alcohol and snacking i did on my trip last weekend, it DIDN’T affect my weight!
i didn’t gain, but i didn’t lose.

141 lbs it is for this week.
i’ll do the snoopy dance of joy when i hit my first goal of 140 lbs.

i’m not sure if i ever explained why i am here on BuddySlim… well to feel and eat healthy for one, but… well i am going to a convention at the end of April and i will see folks i have not seen in a bit. i weigh about 15 lbs more than the last time i saw these people and i’d like to remedy that., plus… i would like to fit into my costumes for the convention.
yes… i said costumes.

you see… i’m a closet Potter fan.
well Snape to be exact.
i am a 40something that attends Harry Potter Wizarding Conventions.
srsly.

go ahead and laugh. i am doing so right now as i type this, as it looks absolutely ridonkulous in print.

but i own a Slytherin robe.
and a uniform (although i tend to wear combat boots with the uniform… not exactly to code).
and wands. lots of wands.

still laughing aren’t ya??

well it’s fun. there is a decent percentage of folks in their 40’s that love the Potterverse.
we have bunches of fun at these cons.
of course we drink (flasks under our robes!).
but we also attend talks (’wandmaking 101′ and ‘how to care for your dragon’ *GIGGLE*).
and usually there is a Dance/Ball to go to (again… the combat boots/with a promdress. ’cause it’s funny.)
and the bestest of all…. WIZWROCK! wizard rock bands (’wrock’).
(this all sounds so incredibly insane. but trust me… i love it.)

so anyway, the last time i attended a con was about 2 years ago in Chicago. this one is in two months in NH. i really want to feel good about my weight and fit into all my Potterstuff.
i have Snape t-shirts (’morally ambiguous’).
dragon t-shirts (do not meddle in the affairs of dragons - for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup).
snake t-shirts (i speak parseltounge).

i could gush on and on…. lol.

but back to my original thought - this Pottercon has really been the inspiration for me to get up and battle the food journal and my treadmill every day.
and you know what?
it’s WORKING!
i haven’t been under 145 lbs in well over a year.

i’m such a happy Slytherin right now.

now that my dirty little Potter-secret is out, please refrain from tossing cyber tomatoes at me…!

ha!

spent the weekend with a friend in upstate NY. lots of fun!
she got engaged (champagne!)
we crafted (red wine!)
we had a “glee” marathon (Mead!… oooh YUM to mead!)

we did eat a lobster, some Indian food, a chicken burger and spinach greens somewhere in between the crafts and the “glee” thingie.

needless to say, i did not bother to battle the food journal this weekend.
champagne, red wine and mead do NOT mix well with calorie counting.
mybad.

(well we did spend a whole day shopping… on our feet, moving constantly. acceptable?)

i had a really nice time though. and immediately began to celebrate her engagement by pouring a glass (or seven) of bubbly.
got tanked rather quickly,
then tried to empty my truck of luggage, crafting supplies and my snuggie. on the way down her walkway i hit some ice and because i did not quite have complete muscle control at the time, took the biggest digger you could imagine. right down onto the icy pavement i went.
hands and knees.
didn’t feel a freaking thing.
yay champagne!

woke up the next day with holes the size of half dollars on my throbbing knees.
i’m 42freaking years old.
i haven’t skinned my knees since… lord, i cannot even remember the last time i fell like that.
ouchie.

anyhoo…. i did it! i weighed in last week and lost four pounds! 141! under the albatross!
*woot*

neurotica 1, albatross 0

*toddles off to treadmill*
bai!

have been away a bit.
sometimes life just takes over.
(plus… i also have another online blog, FB and my own handwritten journal. i get busy.)

so anyway…
i’ve been away from BuddySlim, but not my regimen! i have totally kicked donut and treadmill butt!

Neurotica 4, Treadmill and Donut 0!

i have been running and puffing on the treadmill on a daily basis.
and watching my calories. (something i have not ever really done before.)

last thursday’s weigh-in was a bit bittersweet.
i started this journey at 145 lbs.
then i gained 2 lbs. to put me at 148 lbs.
but at my weigh-in last week i had lost the 2 lbs. and found myself back at 145 lbs. again.
is this considered a win???

i feel like 145 lbs. is my albatross. that i’m NEVER going to pass that threshold. no matter how many calories i count or how many battles i have with the treadmill.
*sigh*

so my next weigh-in is tomorrow.
*nervous*
it would be so kewl to lose a pound or two to be UNDER the albatross-145. i haven’t been there in over a year.

i’ve given up the donuts
and Paydays
and bread/wraps
(ok, so i had a slice or two of pizza yesterday. fine three slices… but that’s it!)(i ran to hell and back on the treadmill to make up for them!!)

i guess what i’m trying to say is that i am actually sticking to a regimen.
how perfectly odd.
i wonder if i could have a cookie now?

boy am i glad i did not sign up for THIS exercise class!!!

me: enough of the rubbing thing. stop being so dependent! divorce already! or at least separate. can ya work with me here?

thighs: can ya lay off the donuts?

me: i have! i’ve stayed away from the demons for over two weeks now!

thighs: two weeks!? two WEEKS?! c’mon. get serious michelle. try two MONTHS. then get back to us.

me: but i’ve been doing good… i’ve stayed away from the donuts, been exercising, still keeping the battle with the Food Journal and eating much more health-

thighs: what about that Payday candybar?

me:*crickets*

thighs: ‘zactly. check back in a few months. and get the damn pillows off the treadmill already.
k.thx.bai.

so i have been approaching my daily hook up with my treadmill as a daily battle… something i have to stop doing. i need to be positive and find ways to make the 30 min workout whiz by.

so i was thinking i could do the carrot on a rope/stick thing… dangling it in front of me.
except a carrot really isn’t worth 30 minutes of treadmill.
well at least not to me.
i would need something a bit more appealing.

possible danglers:

granola bar?
a loaf of bread?
CANDY BARS!
donuts (mybad)
sheesh… i can’t think of one single decent dangler except the dang donut!

ok so maybe a stick and dangler wasn’t so good an idea.
besides, my guess is that the dogs would get it before i would. and believe me, they would snatch it and run with no shame, as they are not happy with me. you see, up until a few weeks ago, the treadmill was actually one large dogbed.
i am embarrassed to admit that i figured if i wasn’t going to use the machine, i might as well get some use from it… and after a few stuffed cushions here, and a pillow there… VOILA! XL dogbed!
but not anymore. dogs have been banished to floor now.
they are not happy canines.
unhappy canines=massive misbehaviour.
ie: i have lost a few shoes and my work bag is filled with rubber dog toys.
ok… so i digress.

so i’m on the dreaded machine this evening, clicking through channels trying to find something decent to watch while i huff and puff and all of a sudden it came to me.

NCIS!
*insert Hallelujah Chorus here*
yes, NCIS.

you see, Tony DiNozzo is nice to look at. non? Michael Weatherly is decent middle-aged female eye-candy, non?

so i ran. after Tony.
he managed to elude me the entire 30 mins of my workout.
next time i’ll have to run harder.
*gigglesnort*

i think the folks on this site are amazing!
so many different minds and personalities!
so many compliments and words of encouragement!
and people still lurve me after the donut debacle!

seriously folks, i ❤ you all!

i promise not to always inundate you all with stories made of fail and airborne scales.

like today for instance… not a donut to be seen!
AND i did the treadmill. two miles walk/run.
i have a goal of using the treadmill every day for a month… and then another month! etc.
and i will earn a charm for my Incentive Bracelet!

so for those who have wished me well, and are laughing alongside me…
thanx!

and here’s a good laugh for you now…
(if i offend… i’m sorry.)

weigh in was on Thurs. i was so hopeful as i got up on that scale (naked of course… don’t want my shoes or socks to add an extra half pound!).

i gained two pounds.
*big wide eyes*
i stepped off and stepped back on. yep two pounds right there at my feet.
*big wide eyes slowly becoming malicious eyes*

after doing the “NO FREAKING WAY!” dance all over my bathroom (yes, still nekkid) i disposed of the scale. so not telling you what i did… although i will admit a trip to Walmart’s scale dept. is now in order.

after getting dressed i grabbed my keys.
and drove myself straight to Dunkin’ Donuts and saluted myself with a chocolate glazed cruller.
(take that! ‘nom nom nom” you darned thighs! take that! “nom nom nom” you beastly belly! i had a few more ‘take thats’ left in my repertoire, but i ran out of donut.)

i felt good for about the four or five seconds it took to shove the sugary demon down my craw. (nom nom nom)

and then i went home and dislodged the scale from it’s new storage place.
took a few minutes… but i got it down.

neurotica 1, scale 0

i am so not entering my donut debbil into my food journal.
i just can’t. it’s worse than the three darned Stove Top Stuffing entries!!!
that donut had enough fat and calories to put the three stuffing entries to shame!

oh well… another day another donut…
err… i mean another chance.

does anyone want a slightly damaged scale?
didn’t think so.

*off to battle food journal for umpteenth time”

Dear BuddySlim Food Journal,

could you please be nicer to me and stop doubling and tripling my food entries? i really do not need three Stove Top Stuffing entries to embarrass me in front of my Buddies.

and the White Rice entries? One is really enough.
really. no, really.

i do like Taboule alot… but not three entries worth. Maybe you could wave your magic food wand over the redundant two entries and make them go *pouff*?

please,
please,
please.

i am desperate.
i have tried to take care of this on my own and have hit “delete entry” well over 6 or 700 times.
there is only so much i can take before i go postal.

humbly,
neurotica