"Lookin' at my gucci, it's about that time..."

I just woke up from a night of fuuuuucked up dreams that seemed to go on FOREVER. Thanks a lot, brain. Why you gotta be like that? I have a feeling it had something to do with what I ate for dinner last night (stuff that is originally frozen and in a box is no longer my friend, it would seem. That's a good thing, mostly). So I'm up early on my last day off of this holiday weekend thing and I felt the need to ramble.

A lot of sitting and knitting has happened this weekend and that gives me a lot of time to think. Usually I don't think too far ahead about the year to come, but this year is different. I'm coming up on 1 year of attempting to ditch the lard and I've decided it can't hurt to set a goal or two.

**Please note: these are goals, not resolutions. Resolutions are vehicles of guilt. Goals are worked toward. Big difference. **

For the past couple of months, if I'm truly honest about it, I've been fucking the dog when it comes to weight loss and activity. Not to say that I haven't been working at it, because I have, I just haven't been working as hard as I should, or even as hard as I can. It's pretty evident in my lack of blogging, because where there's blog, there's fire. My fire was burning out a little, so it's time to get stoked. For reals.

I realized how much I want that "Holy Shit! Factor". Yeah, it's vain and self-serving but I don't care. I want people who haven't seen me in a while to be dumbfounded. How did I do it, I look fantastic. I've never had that, and I want it. I make no apologies for it, because there isn't a person alive who hasn't wanted something like that at some point. Something about casting the first stone, something about sucking it.

Now is the time to do it. I'm in hibernation/hermit mode at the moment, which means you pretty much have to come see me at work if you want to see me outside my house. Correction: starting tomorrow, you can add the Y to that list if you're willing to wake up that early.

Yes, friends, it's time to get back to the early morning grind. It's time to set the alarm for 4:45 a.m. and it's time to kick out the jams before work. It's time to get back to the regime. Lots of cardio, lots of sweat, lots of laundry.

that's one of a few goals I have in mind for 2010, to keep working at it both in food and in activity, and to get to a good solid weight lost number by this time next year.

There's another super fun and awesome goal that has been set in my mind, but I don't want to blab about that just yet. Gotta make sure my heart doesn't explode or certain joints don't collapse altogether when I try it before I say "yeah, I'm doing this".

So, happy new year to all of you guys, here's to pushing the restart button if you need to, and keep going to the people who've been keeping up the fight all this time.

xo
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hmpf.

Another week and another little tiny tiny, yet completely annoying, gain.

0.6. Honestly, I wish I knew what the hell did that. I tracked, stayed on plan, everything and yet, there it is. Booooooo. It irritates me, but it's done now so onward we go.

I gotta wonder if it has anything to do with artificial sweetener. Besides all the "oh they human body is mysterious blah blah blah", I've been using artificial sweetener more and more in my coffee at work, and putting it on my cereal instead of brown sugar. I'm wondering if my body doesn't know how to process it. I'm gonna cut it out and see what happens.

Ankle treatments are done for now, which is awesome because I hates them needles. They freak me out almost as much as sidewalks after freezing rain. Ankle feels good, though, so let's hope that this was the ticket.

Back to the gym this week, time to get back into that swing of things. Need to build up my cardio endurance so I can eventually get some skates on my feets. It's a goal for 2010.

Christmas is coming, that's nuts. I'm not overly concerned about holiday dietary disasters. I don't come into a lot of contact with naughty no-no situations so I feel alright. I'm not stressed out about it whatsoever.

So yeah, another Boooooooooooooooring post from me. Sawry.

xo
LB

Who, me?

Faaaaak! Sorry dudes. Another couple of weeks slipped by and I've neglected this poor blog so badly.

I'm still on the wagon, but on somewhat of a plateau. Not a terrible one, but it is starting to get on my tits a little. Up 0.8, down 2, up 1.2, down 0.8 blah blah blah blah.

Going to the gym hasn't even been on the radar for weeks, and that makes me sad. Work has been insane beyond the membrane so that is eating my morning time and I refuse to go after work because it's just busy and annoying. But still, I am getting at least 40 minutes of rock solid cardio in by walking to and from work. The transit strike (read: greedy fucking bastards whining about their already obscene pay rate) is finally almost over, but they can go fuck themselves. The only time I ride the bus is to get to fat camp on Saturdays, and from now on, weather and ankle permitting, I'll walk to and from. I will give those fucks as little of my money as possible. Argh.

Oh yeah, the ankle. I've had 2 out of 3 injections and it seems to be doing a nice job. Lots less pain and my ankle is tolerating a lot more stress etc. I am hoping it lasts longer than the 6 months it's supposed to, keep your fingers crossed.

Hopefully I'll be back soon, and more interesting at that. I'm in super knitting mode, I just whipped out a pair of mittens yesterday, stripey to match my winter coat/hoodie combo.



I got all bundled up the other morning and decided to document how ridiculous I looked. Par expample:
There's a whole series of them, this is the only one that hides how badly I need to do my eyebrows. I made the scarf I'm wearing, I love that thing. Great colours, greet feel. It's mystery yarn that I got in a bag of "my mom was going to throw it away but hey, you knit!" yarn from my friend Baker a few years ago. I love those kinds of bags.

So yeah, totally boring post. But at least I managed to avoid the recently common topic of shitting. SO many people were talking about their poop. Now people are talking about the holidays. SAME THING. Just kidding. I'll ramble on about holiday eating next week, and how the panic doesn't reeeaaallly apply to me.

peace oot.

xo
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Flare Gun

I'm still around, I swear. Not much to report and I haven't been feeling very blogular lately.

Ankle injection treatments start a week from today, and I'm freaking the fuck out. If they don't work, my ankle is getting fused. Cue: freaking. Fingers crossed. I'd cross my toes, but if I could do that, I doubt I would need the shots in the first place.

back and forth with the same 1.8 / 0.2 lbs for the past few weeks. I'm getting annoyed. Not at anything in particular, just an overall "COME ON!". The 260's will happen soon, I hope.

There's a stupid transit strike going on here in London. That means I get to max out on activity points by walking over an hour to get home from my meeting on saturdays. Yeah, the points are nice but when you're doing that on a fucked up ankle instead of paying $30 for a cab home, it ain't so rosy.

For the record, I can't imagine making a minimum of $23/hr and striking because it's not enough, especially when I know a bunch of people out of work right now. I'll save my tirade about the role of the modern-day union for another day.

Time to typeset stuff, peace out.

XO
LB

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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