Oh Hai

So, yes. Blog. Ahem. I was going to do that.

The "no sugar M-F" rule, though brutal at times, has been going fairly well. Simple rules = kept rules. However, I do my grocery shopping on Saturday (which, as you might have noticed, is the weekend), and so I was in "sugar: ok" mode as I was shopping. So all of my snacks were sugary. (Don't worry, by all I mean "both of the two.") Which worked great for Saturday. And Sunday. Not so much the rest of the week. Must buy non-sugar snacks. Must remember that weeks consist of more than weekends. Must not buy unsalted Saltines unless the rest of the grocery list consists of uber-healthiness. I do not munch, eat or consume unsalted Saltines. I inhale them. I can eat an entire box (that is, 4 tubes) within 36 hours without breaking a sweat or thinking that's abnormal. If given Sleepytime tea, unsalted Saltines and slices of cheddar, I will eat and drink until one of them gives out, regardless of how long that takes. There are some things I have no defenses against. Unsalted Saltines is one of them.

The running? Um, what running. I am going to blame The Husband, a smidge. His new job means he has to leave 15 minutes earlier. And getting up 15 minutes earlier to run? Particularly as the season is changing and making that time darker? It's just not happening. Gotta fix that.

The number: 113.8 kilograms.  

Apparently our bathroom scale is set on kilograms. No idea why. 

Google says that is 250 pounds.

New Resolution and Motivation

Life is calming back down from the Weeks of Crazy, although it's been oddly difficult to pick up the pieces. I mean, we had a system, more or less, and then for a couple of weeks the system was trashed, and now it's like there never was any system to begin with, and we have start from scratch with everything. One of those things is the sweets plan. I think it needs to be simpler. (Also, I need to follow the plan instead of just thinking about following the plan.)

New plan: Sweets are allowed on weekends only, with the exception of sweet coffee. No dessert at all, Monday-Friday. None.    *Sigh*    *Sniff*    *Tears*

I have a new motivation to lose weight. I have bought my clothes at Lane Bryant for years, and in general have been very happy with how the clothes are designed for larger women, rather than simply sizing up a design that is meant to flatter a stick figure. However, more recently I've been getting more and more dissatisfied with the quality of the clothing. The fabrics are super-thin and simply don't stand up to normal usage and washing. My dissatisfaction culminated this week when the elastic snapped on a relatively new blouse and I discovered that in addition the other casings were coming undone. That's just poor quality. Unacceptably poor quality.

OK, then. No more Lane Bryant.

I returned the blouse, got my store credit, used it to buy lip gloss and gave the remaining $2* to one of the saleswomen that I am friends with. And then left, wiping the dust from my feet as I did so. (Don't worry, this was just in my rather melodramatic head. I offended no one.)

So now I will need to clothe myself either by the skill of my own hands, which I don't have the time for, or by shopping at stores that think a size 14 is the upper limit.

*Sigh* I am 50 lbs away from being a size 14. I know I've done some good, hard things here (I might secretly like running!) but right now I'm just discouraged and fifty pounds seems impossible. 

The number: 256



*This makes it sound like I'm getting bent out of shape over the quality of a $5 t-shirt. Originally the shirt would have cost $23, but because I did not have a receipt, they gave me the sale price of $7, which I understood and was fine with.

The Cost of Earning Money

Well,  what I had thought would be a "push," a time of professional striving combined with a tad of sacrifice/extra effort/very slightly relaxed standards on the homefront, has turned into morass of work, sleep deprivation and frozen pizza. A normal week is about 10 to 15 hours' work, which generally fits very nicely into our home life. The last 2 weeks I have worked over 40 hours each week, with only 3 hours each of non-husband babysitting. The Husband has been very patient and has taken up the slack manfully, but it's been fairly wretched for everyone. Big Bit has started tearing up whenever I put on my shoes and move towards the door.

So, this is another way of saying that there has been NO exercise or food policing for the past few weeks. With the exception of some homemade Reese's, I haven't really fallen off the wagon in a big way, but it's just been catch-as-catch-can for days. So much Chik-fil-A, DiGiorno's, so many cups of Starbucks - in addition to being less-than-ideal food choices, it's been really expensive. Apparently it costs a lot to work a lot.

Which, can I just point out, is craziness, right there.

Another cost is that I really don't think I'm going to make the October 5K. Between this and my sprained ankle, I'm about 3 weeks behind in training. Maybe November?

The number: 251