Where I’m At and Where I Want to Be (Day 37 of 83)

I was going to put together a fancy Excel chart to show my progress lines over the past month, but decided that I actually have better stuff to be doing (like work!) and so I’m just going to summarize. I’ve been measuring weight loss and circumference measurements (bust, waist, hips) since a bit after I started my weight loss push back on February 1st. I’ve seen great results since then, but upon examining the last 28 days more closely, I see that I have mixed reviews for myself.

Where I’m At

I’m not trying to be overly critical of myself. I mean, pounds lost are pounds lost. Inches lost are inches lost. Nonetheless, as a writer with a degree in biology, I can’t help but try to extrapolate a pattern from the data I’ve collected.

date weight (lbs.) bust (in.) waist (in.) hips (in.)
2/16 196.8 39.75 36 44.5
2/24 197 39.75 34.75 44.5
2/27 194 39.25 34.5 43.5
3/1 192.2 39 34.5 42.75
3/11 189.6 38.75 34 42.25
3/15 190.6 38.5 34 41.5

I experienced one week of gastroenteritis during the past month, but the only “okay” weight loss of 6.2 lbs. in the past four weeks is truly due to me being too carefree with my eating and drinking habits on the weekend. I love the weekend! I live for it! Look at 3/11 to 3/15, for example. I was 189.6 on Friday but made zero progress over the weekend. In fact, I gained a pound! Why is that!? I know exactly why. I drank more alcohol than I should have and made poorer food choices than I set out to. I even woke up on Sunday morning pleasantly surprised that I didn’t have a hangover. On Friday, I wouldn’t have guessed that that’s how I would start my day only two days later.

Unfortunately, I still associate having a good time with eating less healthy foods. It’s going to take a little time for me to move past that. 

The good news is that I still made progress. I am grateful that I don’t weigh more than I did a month ago! I’m glad that I’m closer to being a standard size 12 again. I’m glad that my arms look a bit better sleeveless. I’m glad that my size 14s are feeling looser. 

Where I Want To Be

I’m participating in a Diet Bet which will have me weigh in between 3/25-3/26. I still have four pounds to lose between now and then to win it. I accept that I may not meet that goal, but I also know that it’s possible. The only way that it’s possible, however, is if I skip alcohol completely between now and then. I’ll also have to be more stringent in watching my calorie counts and protein grams. We’ll see what I can do.

Where I’m At and Where I Want to Be (Day 37 of 83)

Pre-TTC Weight Loss, Part Two (Day 36 of 83)

It’s kind of remarkable how much time flies once you pass age 30. I remember the summer that I was 28. I felt like that summer would go on forever! Every day seemed longer than the last. At 34, I’m not only aware that there really are limits to what one can do in a day, but I’m aware that I won’t be blessed to wait until I’m 50 (as I wish that I could) to have my first child. 

Almost a week ago, I realized that it would be best for the future baby and for my post-baby self if I make a big push to lose weight before conception. I skimmed through some of the more recent studies about the effect of being overweight on pregnancy, the baby’s mental capabilities, the baby’s chances of becoming overweight as a child… I ended up coming to the conclusion that the correlation between a mother’s high BMI at the point of conception and the risk of pregancy complications was solid enough that I must make every attempt to get down to “normal weight” before we start trying.

SIGH. I’m going to be 35 in May. It seems like everyone from OB-GYNs to lay people use 35 as a line of demarcation between youthful carefree fertility and old lady last ditch baby making. I really wasn’t in a place in my life to have children before now, so there’s really no point in me regretting having waited. I’m glad that I did. 

Because I did wait, though, I can’t spend the next year or two trying and failing to get down to my goal weight. I have limited time to make this happen. 

I’m 5’6″ and at 189 lbs. (I 205.3 on Feb 1st!) I have a BMI of 31.4. My goal is to get down to 160 lbs. (BMI 26.6 – still overweight, but on lower end of the range) by summer solstice on June 20th. I just chose summer solstice because it’s a non-arbitrary date in June and is also mid-year. That gives me 14 weeks and one day from today to meet my goal, which is a loss of a hair over 2 pounds per week. I CAN DO THAT!

Pre-TTC Weight Loss, Part Two (Day 36 of 83)

Slippin’ Up Redux (Day 29 of 83)

Fat pizza joint.
Image courtesy of Adam.J.W.C. on Wikimedia Commons.

I guess that it had to happen. Again. I slipped up big time this past weekend in both exercise and eating habits. Gahhhhh!

It started last weekend. I got a very serious stomach bug, went to the doctor, basically didn’t do a ton of exercise all week from feeling awful. I know that it’s probably not my fault that I got so sick. I mean, I may not have washed my hands thoroughly enough, so it might have been.

Note to everyone: Wash your hands thoroughly when handling chicken!

Being set back again and by a whole week is nonetheless disappointing, no matter whose fault that stomach bug was. All that I can do is be thankful that I am finally at the end of my tummy woes and can get back into the swing of things.

Literally! I am excited to start incorporating kettlebell circuits back into my exercise routine. Also, my husband and I are shopping for good prices on barbells and plate weights, which is also exciting. We don’t have a ton of room in our apartment, but we can do bear complexes with a 5′ bar, at the very least. That’s something to be excited about! Obviously, if we can do bear complexes, we can do clean and jerks, military presses… The list goes on! I can do hip thrusters with the bar lightly loaded until we get 45 lb. plates (probably not for a couple of months – them things are expensive!). Yay!

Anyway, yeah I had a bad week — I might not win the Diet Bet that I’m in, depending on whether or not this sodium weight falls off; my stamina is probably a bit less than it was before I got sick. Still, there is a lot to be thankful for.

Slippin’ Up Redux (Day 29 of 83)

Breaditation (Day 23 of 83)

“I love bread.”

Most people do, Oprah Winfrey. Dang, that’s a good commercial. In my opinion, it’s the best Weight Watchers commercial ever. If you haven’t seen it, check it out. You’ll see what I mean. Disclaimer: I’m not a Weight Watchers participant or employee or even stockholder. I’m just saying that Oprah knows how to hook people.

The truth is, I really love bread, too. I mean LOVE. There’s a part of my soul that would be lost if I never ate bread again.

I’ve gone through South Beach Diet’s phase 1 twice, I’ve done Atkins twice, and I took a feeble stab at Paleo but quit because I was a biology major and despised the argument that we’re “supposed to eat like cave men.” I have done calorie restriction where I ate a lot of processed foods and constantly felt like I was starving. I even took diuretics and flushed my meals down the toilet for a while when I was in high school. Major sadface to that period of my life.


whole wheat bread loves
Image courtesy of Bart Everson on Flickr.com.
The problem with everything I’ve done in the past to lose weight is that eventually my love of bread won out. Bread is the gateway drug, you know. For me, lots of bread lead the way to lots of sugar which lead to more fat and more alcohol. I encouraged a lifestyle for both myself and my husband in which our calories spun out of control, we spent half of our weekend hungover, and waaaaaaaay too much money was leaving our bank account to feed a delivery habit.

A month ago, my husband and I started on our track to rein ourselves and our copious amounts of pudge in. BUT.

This is a big “but” (no pun intended).


Instead, as Oprah says in her commercial, we started managing it. We’re basically like those people who smoke weed in a managed way but don’t let it overrun their lives. Not that we smoke. Oh, you know what I’m saying.

The only bread that we eat these days, with the exception of the rare and mindful act of eating out (twice, last month), is bread that I’ve made at home. That’s not my bread up there, by mine is just as attractive and is incredibly delicious. No false modesty here! When we need tortillas, I make tortillas. You get the idea. The act of baking our own bread has made us much more aware of how much of it that we are eating, what exactly it is that we’re putting into our mouths, and the time involved in producing another loaf. It doesn’t take that long to make a good loaf, but it’s long enough that I wouldn’t want to do it every other day. You feel me?

One month in, and I know that this is not just a phase. I can maintain mindful carbohydrate intake like this for the rest of my life. This is sustainable.

Breaditation (Day 23 of 83)

Getting Waisted (Day 20 of 83)

I am SO glad that I recently started tracking my measurements. I only started tracking them on the 12th of this month, but already I have seen such an improvement that I can hardly believe how much impact eating nutritious foods and exercising regularly can make in only a couple of weeks.

Image courtesy of Banana Republic. Don’t get mad at me BR.

For example, on 02/12 my waist was a whopping (for me, anyway) 36.5″ in circumference. EEEEEEE! I personally haven’t faced a number like that ever, so it came to me as quite a shock. I have not been starving myself, I have not been working out four hours a day… I just started eating whole foods while watching caloric intake. I still eat bread. I try to cardio workout between 6 and 8 times per week. Now, on 02/27, only a tad over two weeks later: my waist measures 34.5″. 


In the chart above, the first number under the size is bust, then waist, then hips. According to my measurements and Banana Republic’s reckoning, I’m an imperfect woman. I’m somewhere in between a 12 and a 16, when all of my numbers are taken into consideration. Hey, no woman is perfect, although I’m pretty sure that a certain Kardashian might insist otherwise!

I don’t love that I’m currently a very questionable size 14, but I do love that according to the numbers, I’m getting somewhere. Who knows if I’m three pounds or twelve pounds away from being a standard size 12? Everyone loses weight from different places. At least I’m on my way.

Getting Waisted (Day 20 of 83)