Day 196

Shame has made me late on this entry.

Well, that and the fact that my work has sucked up every little bit of “urgency” in my life at the moment. 

Grrr.

Anyway! Shame. We were talking about shame.

You see, strange things happen when you have to attend the birthday party of a five-year old. Things like potato chips that must have been laced with crack and social obligations for after-party mingling with adults at local sushi restaurants.

It’s not fair. Sushi should be safe.

Then again, two sushi rolls plus an order of Lo Mein…

Okay, it makes sense.

There’s a reason I am not yet rejoicing as to what seems to be a steady-ish slope down of weight-loss. I’m very well aware that it apparently only takes ONE good meal for me to be up at 200 again. One day of eating one meal without thinking about calories and BOOM.

I do count myself lucky that, on the grand scale of things, weight gained in that way has proven to be temporary – so far. I’m down a pound from where I was last week. And while that is not as good as being down THREE pounds (which would have been the best of the best goal) it is still something.

Besides. I am hopeful that I’ll be down a grand total of two tomorrow.

Day 202

Missed it by this much...

Ah well. The world continues to spin, does it not?

Day 203

This week, dear friends, we’ve faced bacon laden pizza and Texas Roadhouse. We’ve eaten fried onion blossoms, donut bits, delicious rolls and even had an alcoholic raspberry flavored beverage.

And guess what?

We’re still standing!!

Now, I know what some of you are going to say.

“Jaime,” you say, “That sounds nice and all, but honestly, all we’ve done is stay at the same exact weight we were this time last week. That’s not a triumph. That’s stasis!”

And, you know what?

I know.

I understand how a lack of forward progress can feel like no progress at all. I understand how, with the clock ticking to our next deadline, the niggling fear that a loss of momentum will prove to be our undoing can worm away at our resolve and erode what little satisfaction we’ve hoarded.

And I’m not going to lie to you. We are facing an enemy y much bigger than ourselves – a biological need to eat, swollen and bloated with psychological ties to food equaling comfort and good food being a reward for good people. Plus, we are particularly vulnerable right now. We’re wading in a rough time and we’re denying ourselves the Ben & Jerry’s we’re supposed to be allowed as a coping mechanism.

And make no mistake - our enemy owns this territory. It’s claimed this battle ground with a society that calls women over size 11 “big girls” and names the men who don’t believe such women are hideous as “chubby-chasers”.  (I’m looking at you “Repo Man!”)

But, at the end of the day, we don’t exist in a world where existence is all that matters. We exist in a world where our actions shape our character and our beings for an eternity. We decide what sort of people we will be. We decide how to face the challenges of our lives, from the horrifically shattering to the stupidly mundane. And the effort it takes does not go out into the void. It does not mean nothing. It returns to us and shapes us into who we are.

And we decide whether we allow a holding action to become a route.

We decide when a failure is a failure, or when it’s deciding that sharing food with a friend, without complication or guilt, is greater than the priority of seeing the scale drop that day.

You cannot advance unless you've first stood your ground.

And we’ve stood.

Day 206

Today is a moderated win. 

Moderated because, sadly, I am a pound heavier than I was on Friday.

A win because I'm still on schedule and, frankly, after eating Indian food, a glazed donut and one of those ever-nummy (okay, the one I got wasn't that great, but the POTENTIAL is there!) jalapeno bagel thingys from Dunkies - I should be on my knees praising God it was just a single pound!

Plus, I had a bit of a sobering experience the other day. We are required to talk on camera as a part of our adoption profile. So, my husband and I were taking video and naturally rolled it back to see how it had gone. I looked over the footage of myself and...

...It really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. 

Which I want to take as a positive. It'd be nice to have some "facts" to come back at those mean little voices in my head when they tell me how bad I look. But, I've looked at myself in the mirror a hundred times and thought I looked good, only to have a photo taken moments later tell me otherwise. 

Which leads me to the following point... how accurate are we, ever, when it comes to our self-image? To judging how we really look?  I mean, we know there are obvious cases where people aren't matching up what is in the mirror to what they feel they look like. When it's a massive gap, I know, it's a psychological thing. 

But, I've read about studies where people have been shown images of themselves, some photo-shopped to look better or worse. They were then asked to identify which one was the "real" one of them. They almost always picked the better looking photo-shopped images.

Which, sounds kind of eye-roll worthy but, can you imagine how sad it would be if we all picked the uglier ones? 

I suppose it doesn't really matter. All of us are locked in our own heads - we're never going to truly see the heart/soul of another person. Smiles will still lead us to believe that the broken person is really happy, bravado that the grieving are strong. 

That's such an obvious but... subversive concept though. When it comes to how you look, to just fight to have your body do what you want it to do and last as long as it can. Nothing more. Nothing less. If you want your body to fit into Slinky Dress #5, then make it happen. But make it happen because you think the dress is cool, not because your worth is based on how you look in it.

A nice concept. I honestly wonder whether it's every been successfully applied by someone who's run the spectrum of looking good to looking bad.  

Ah well. That's enough psuedo-pop psychology for one day! Everyone push their glasses up on the bridge of their noses and attempt to look "smaht".

Day 209

Now, I don't want to get too optimistic here. I have at least thirty little Excel spreadsheets in my trash marking various weight loss efforts and nearly every single one of them has me hitting the mark for at least the first two weeks.

As I am not currently a svelte 140 pounds (hey - I look good at that weight!), you can extrapolate that those trends never really went /past/ the first few weeks.

Early success doesn't guarantee overall success.

However, it's a heck of a lot more encouraging than early failure!

So, with that in mind, I'm proud to announce that this week's weight-loss goal has been met.

(Pause for applause!)

In fact, folks, it's been a bit exceeded. Our buddy the scale spat back a reading of 195.
A reminder - we only needed 196 to stay on our most aggressive track.

Now, now. No stage diving yet, if you please. A good deal of this can still be attributed to the bloody cough/sore throat combination that's been plaguing me all week. Eating hasn't been on the top of my list and, as mentioned, weight lost in this manner tends to come back very quickly.

We'll see.

Finally, I did want to pass along this bit of information.Perhaps the most important thing I've said yet in this blog.

Motrin is awesome.

No.

Really.

Every single inhalation hurt like hades. Warm drinks didn't help, gargling salt-water didn't help. Motrin, though... absolutely amazing.

Day 213

So, the good news is that I am theoretically on track! Not bad for 11 days after an official start, right?

All I need to do is lose a single pound in four days and, given my usual self, that would normally seem reasonable.

Of course, normal isn't exactly the word of the day around here. I fear my lovely success has more to do with the fact that I've been laid up with a fairly nasty cold for the past few days than any true righteous effort on my part. The thing about losing weight by just not eating? That weight tends to come back the moment you start eating again, even if you are being good.

As a side-note, I've been in the house with a gallon of Tiger’s Milk ice cream for a good three days now. No desire whatsoever to eat it. I’m not sure whether I want to blame that on the cold or just a general lack of enthusiasm for life.

I mean… come on. The day that Tiger’s Milk Ice Cream doesn't appeal is the day you are at least a little dead inside.