Absenteeism

Wow. I let a whole week go by without updating, shame on me! Sorry dudes, nothing personal. Well, personal matters for me, but nothing against you guys.

So, it's been slow but steady for the past couple of weeks, down 0.8 last week and 1.8 this week. that puts me at an overall loss of 32.6 which is pretty damn rad. I'm inching closer and closer to the 260's and that makes me happy.

Another thing that makes me happy is that one of my closest friends joined up today so she's officially down in the trenches with me. What makes it even better is that we're 0.2lbs from being the same weight so we're totally starting off on a truly even keel. Not that I'm starting (this is week 44).

Other than that stuff, nothing new and exciting around here. Foot and ankle problems are sending me back to Bone Doctor once again (BOOOOOOOOO) and I'm knitting a lot (YAAAAY).

Right on, right on, right on.

xo
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Onward

Another Saturday, another bus ride to WW. Despite feeling like a sack of shit, I dragged my ass to go weigh in. I knew I'd be up, so I was ready for it. Just a little though, 1.6. I'm still at the 30lb mark so I'm alright with it. Well, not like I have a choice, it is what it is.

I also made it to the gym for aqua fit this week. Fuck me for falling out of my morning gym routine. I need to get back into it, I need to make that effort. Just cardio and aquafit, come on Les. Get fucking to it.

I took a second to check myself out in the washroom mirror before I weighed in. Yes, my body shape is starting to change. I don't see it as much as others, but I saw it a bit today. It felt good, obviously.

Alright, another week guys. This is week 42 for me, that's a long freaking time for me to stay committed to this kind of thing. Not too shabby.

Peace out until next week, unless I can think of more stuff to talk about...

xo
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Electric Sex Glowing in the Window

For those of you not in the know, the title of this entry comes from a Christmas Story when the dad wins "a major award". Why did I call it that?

Because Erin over at the xxl-files was awesome enough to give me my first blogular award!

Apparently I'm s'pose-da tell you 6 little-known facts about me and then bestow the honour on other bloggers. BUT since most of the blogs I know and love have already have this award, so I'm keepin' it for myself. Total. Rebel.

Alright, what's to know....what's to know...
1) I fucking HATE musicals. With a passion. The only one I will watch is the Sound of Music. Even then it has to be the movie and not live theatre. Hate hate hate hate hate musicals. Hate 'em.

2) I've never seen Casablanca. Nor do I want to. I did, however, see Back to the Beach and Who's that Girl in the theatre in successive days.

3) I watch Gossip Girl every week. Even though it sucks balls this season. And I'm 34 years old. Whatever. No one can judge me as long as there are still people who watch America's Got Talent. Judge them first, they deserve to be punished for it.

4) I wear size 11 shoes. I have huge girl feet.

5) I don't think the Ramones were the greatest punk band to walk the earth. Yes, I said it.

6) I have never set foot in an airport. Sad, but true.

So there you have it. 6 things about me, totally fascinating I'm sure.

I lost 3 lbs this week. That's with Thanksgiving and a dinner out. That puts my total to -32.2, I'm almost to the 260's. Almost.

Keep going.

xo
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Shirtpuller, Inc.

I'm a shirtpuller. Always have been, most likely always will be. I have holes at the bottom hem of the old shirt I'm wearing because I'm constantly pulling it down. Never because it's riding up, or anything like that, I'm constantly tugging on my shirt to hide what no shirt ever could. My back rolls. My belly. My ass. I used to love big shirts, because they would (as far as I was concerned) hide the obvious. Even though I know a thin piece of fabric will ever hide it, I still find myself living the shirtpuller dream these days. I do wonder if I'll ever stop, even years from now when I reach my goal.

I was up 0.8 this week, but honestly, I was relieved. I lost 3 last week and am enduring the female life aquatic so I was braced for a much larger gain. So, I'm definitely not complaining.

This week, my boss and I got into a conversation about weight loss after he remarked on how differently I'm starting to look. Don't worry, it was nothing smarmy or out-of-line, it was a compliment and interest in the process. It was a great conversation about the difficulties of food and training (he trains for marathons), it's cool to relate to him on a human level.

Some of my friends related to my quest to ditch the pounds this week, one of them being my co-worker who lifted 6 reams of 20# bond to feel what the 30 lbs I've lost feels like. She's pocket-sized and was carrying the stack around with a grimace. She said "here, you try it, see what it feels like." I just laughed and said "I already know what it feels like, it was on me!" I did pick up the stack and man, it wasn't light. It really brought that milestone home for me, it's a hefty amount of lard, that 30lbs.

It's thanksgiving here in Canada this weekend, and of course there's going to be a shameful display of awesome at my sister's house tomorrow. But, I have to admit, I'm not stressed about it at all. I'm not getting the gravy shakes, the turkey twitch, or the stuffing sweats. I'm not foaming at the mouth when I think of the desserts, and the wine is a non-issue for me. It's going to be just fine and all under control.

Hopefully back in action at the gym this week. I'm exhausted all the time, I need to get back into it!

xo
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As Promised

At my house, this is what it looks like when you claim your reward for losing 25lbs. The flourishey stuff is the new stuff.

I lurve it.

It also appears that I have a glowing elbow. That may or may not be true.

The dirty thirty

Dirty, dirty, dirty, straight outta the trenches.

I managed to unload 3lbs this week, and that allowed me to hit the 30lb mark right on the fucking NOSE!

To say that I'm happy about it would be quite the understatement. I switched mental gears this week and made some changes and it totally paid off.

I wasn't eating enough. My lunches were small and lacking, and my snacks were starting to suck. This week I went back to my turkey sandwiches for lunch, apples for snacks along with some almonds and cranberries. Good dinners with good food.

Thirty pounds. THIRTY. That means I've lost 10% of myself without losing any limbs or appendages.

I shall celebrate by going to watch the Thames Fatales kick some roller derby ass here in London! The Fatales are a force to be reckoned with this year and the captain of the team said it's going to be one wild and hard fought bout. Hooray for Saturday night!

xo
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ink-a-dinka-doo

This is going to be a quicky post because, well, I can't really comfortably type and I need to eat something.

Just stopping in to say that I finally got my first reward scheme tattoo tonight. Oh yes. It's big and neat-o so much more than what was in my head. My tattoo guy, Anthony V., is the best. A great artist and a great human being. He's been my tattoodler for years and years, and did an amazing job turning my idea into something fanfuckingtastic.

This week, I think I'm really back on track. I realized that I hadn't been eating enough and switching up my menu really has made a difference in how I'm feeling. Hopefully the scale will follow suit.

Photos of the new inkage soon. I just got home half an hour ago (it was a 2 hour sitting after work) so I'm still all bandaged up and hurty.

BEST. REWARD SCHEME. EVER.

xo
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