Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
I'm not sure you know it or not, but I'm sort of doing this weight loss thing up here, and to be honest, I'm really hoping it affects you. In fact, specifically, I'd like it to affect you to about a 10M, if that's not too much trouble. I'm completely willing to do my part. I've already lost about 2 sizes on my body (out of the 7 I'm working toward) and while my, ahem, boobs aren't themselves getting smaller, my "around" is. So I don't think that you folks doing your part is too much to ask, do you? We're only talking about 1 size, and some width.
You guys know the kind of relationship we've had over the years. Kind of love-hate, if you know what I mean. As you guys grew and grew, I kind of topped out on the shoe realm. I was relegated to ugly black orthopedic shoes with Velcro and poorly made imitations of cute shoes that made large feet supporting beautiful, tall frames look even more Sasquatch-ish. Which seemed kind of sadly ironic, given my specific interest in shoes. Y'all know. You guys know what it takes to support all this lusciousness.
I want to apologize for the Vanity Boots back in 1997. You remember those great hiking boots from Beall's that summer? I know they didn't exactly fit, but they were so cute I had to have them. Even though they were a bit...snug. I think we can let bygones be bygones, right? Forgive and forget?
It's really imperative that you catch my meaning in all this. You're gonna have to come along here. I know there is a price to pay, footwise, for gaining a lot of weight, and bringing all of these Little People into the world. I understand. But my Littlest Person is nearly 3 and I'm working a plan that is working. And I'm really not the sort to threaten or issue ultimatums, although imagine my raised eyebrow as I explain this next part.
I'm 5.5 pounds from a major milestone, guys. Call it my first identified goal. And when I reach that milestone in 2-3 weeks, I'm going to reward myself with a pair of shoes. Cute shoes.
Very Fabulous 25 Pound Reward Shoes
And I expect them to fit. Y'all hear me? Because shoes are kind of the carrot here, so to speak, for this whole endeavor. I want to be able to wear heels without dying. (Although in full disclosure, wearing sassy, fine shoes isn't exactly primal. Call it my 20%.)
But I'm ordering them today. So I'll have them. And also because they're on sale, which makes these shoes dyn-o-mite. I'm hoping we understand each other. You know I love you guys and I have always loved you guys! Years and years of monthly pedicures should demonstrate that. Oh, and my desire to shod you in something respectable.
Let me know if you have any questions. I expect after some consideration, you'll begin to see things my way.
Thanks for your time!
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Today is a different story. I am this close to a 20 pound loss. As in one-half of one pound. Eight ounces. A Double Quarter-Pounder (minus the bun, of course).
At 25 pounds gone, I'm getting a reward. I thought it was going to be a massage, but I think reaching my first major goal demands shoes, don't you?
I'm really feeling GREAT today. I put on a shirt that I love. Then I decided to do something fun with my hair. My hair loves hot rollers. I felt so good that I decided this was the day I would take my "before" picture. Right on the cusp of a 20 pound loss. When I'm done with this aspect of the journey, I want to be able to remember how empowered and on top of the world I felt today.
Oh, and just in case you've missed it somehow, Shanon and I are on Facebook. You'll get more of daily struggles and successes and just downright reality. The same reason you hang out here. Except more! Leave us a note or a comment. Or a recipe. Shanon likes to cook. I like to tell my husband about it. He's been making magic with spinach, inspired by Shanon's spinach saute. See you there!
*Update: I just noticed that our Facebook box is just *right* there. To the right there. Click on "Like". And you're in. Just like that. We take everybody. Even haters. 'Cause no one can hate on us more than we have hated on ourselves.
Also, would it be wildly inappropriate to put up a "No Fat Chicks" designation? Just curious... And only as a reminder that as we "ungrow" our big sizes that we never, never, ever come back to this place again.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
The next one was actually discovered by That Man. He took a night of cooking and searched out something new and different. We both love Thai food and curry, so he researched until he found this fabulous meal on Paleo Diet Lifestyle. The kids even ate it without too much fuss. The only thing that bugged me was the recipe kept calling them 'shrimps' instead of simply 'shrimp'. I can't help it, I'm anal that way.
2 lbs shrimps, peeled and deveined;
2 tbsp butter or coconut oil;
1 onion, chopped;
2 tsp curry powder;
2 tsp tomato paste;
1/2 cup chicken stock;
1 cup full-fat coconut milk;
2 tightly packed cups shredded spinach;
Sea salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste
Heat a large skillet over a medium-low heat and cook the onion in the ghee, butter or coconut oil until it begins to soften, about 3 minutes.
Season to taste with sea salt and freshly ground black pepper, stir in the curry powder and continue cooking for a minute.
Place mixture in a blender or a food processor, add the tomato paste as well as the chicken stock and coconut milk. Process or blend until smooth.
Pour the mixture back in the skillet and bring to a simmer.
Add the shrimps and spinach and cook, covered, for about 5 minutes, until the shrimps are just cooked. We served it over some really delicious spaghetti squash with butter and basil. The kids weren't sold on it, but we enjoyed it.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Then of course, we had Nasty. I didn't eat any the first night. But the whole next day, my "piece" was calling to me from its Tupperware box. "Oh, Georgia....are you out there? I thought I saw you pass by. Say, did you know that there's a fabulous piece of chocolate cake with chocolate frosting out here in a box? Remember...Brian said this box was for you. It's full of chocolate cake. You should eat me. It's 80-20, right? I'm cake. And I'm goooood."
I mean, can you believe that cake? Talking to me like that? So rude. But I'm kind of a follower. So at some point in the afternoon, I fell for it. And this is after I had already taken my measurements and knew how well I'd been doing. So dumb. I grabbed a big fork (not a dainty salad fork) and dug right in. The frosting didn't taste so much like partially hydrogenated soybean oil. It tasted chocolaty-ish. And the cake itself was okay. Kind of dry, really, if you ask me. (Even though it had all the secret ingredients to make it great.) It just didn't taste like I remembered chocolate cake and chocolate frosting tasting. But do you think that stopped me? Oh, please. I ate about half the box which had about 2 reasonable sized pieces. You can do this Sad Math. Made myself a little queasy. (And this was *after* I turned down some homemade brownies at a dinner on Sunday. Thankfully, I had heard an ugly rumor that those brownies had maggots in them.)
But being queasy was nothing compared to the headache I got after gobbling up all that cake. I got the migraine from hell. It just got worse and worse and worse until I could barely see and even my teeth hurt. It took 4 ibuprofen and 1 Benedryl to settle that baby down. And the lesson in all this? Don't eat cake, dummy. It's not good for your brain and it's not even all that good. Don't eat cake. The end.
But as a whole endeavor, I'm doing pretty well. I'm going to bed much earlier and getting up much earlier. Except the day after I have a major migraine. I've had few bread products. I can't even think of one single bread product that I have had. I tried parsnips as potatoes. Too parsnippy. I eat lots of nuts and meat and salads. And it seems to be working.
Because in the month of January, I have lost:
- 16 pounds
- one complete size
- 10 and one-quarter inches. Three inches in one spot alone! Seriously...I have lost 10.25" off my body for some skinny person to find. I just love helping people.
Now. To get back on track for the Fitness. Must get motivated. Time is ticking to lose another 2 sizes by the big 3-5.
And no more cake. It is not good. No matter what it says.