meltdown

I had one tonight - a meltdown, that is. I went away last weekend and blew my diet on Friday (at 1675 calories...the most ever). Saturday, I managed to stay under 1000 calories and I was back on track Sunday. I went 3 days without working out and with the increased calories, I managed to gain 3lbs (I was down to 159.8 on Thursday 10/21. The trip was terrible and the weather completely ruined my plans...typical.

I purged for the first time in a long time (probably 4 weeks or so) in the hotel room. My friend and I shared a room and I snuck the ice bucket into the bathroom and pretended to take a bath while I did it.

I'm starting to feel more and more overwhelmed at work. I need to stay late and get on top of things, but that would mean I miss my aerobics class, which would mean I would stop losing, which would mean I would stay fat, which would mean I might as well curl up and die.

Tonight, I really wanted to stay, but I also really needed the workout. The instructor didn't show last night and I only got in about 30 minutes of low impact cardio. Well, tonight, a different instructor didn't show and I felt sheer anger swell up inside my veins. I wanted to throw a tantrum. I wanted to go off on the manager. I wasn't kind - they knew I was pissed, but I held it in and left.

Great. Now I haven't had a serious workout in 5 days! So, I went shopping instead. I've spent money that I don't need to be spending on a new wardrobe. I've skimped on some things and splurged on others. Right now, 14's are a little big on me and 12's are a little snug. I have a lot of clothes that I can't wear and it's frustrating in my new work environment where I'm surrounded by thin, pretty, professional women who have husbands and fiance's to support them so they can spend til their hearts are content on pretty clothes.

I found several new pieces tonight, including a cowl-neck dress that I feel gorgeous in. However, at the same time, I'm having to remind myself that I'm still a fat@ss and the guy I can't stop thinking about & crushing over has no idea I exist. He doesn't even know my name. We've made eye contact. I've seen him look at me. He's said "hi" to me, but I also know that I cannot gauge the difference between regular attention men give to women and "I'm-attracted-to-you-attention". I have absolutely no idea how to tell the difference and I've read men wrong all my life, so why would I get it correct now?

God, this blog is so self-serving and whiny. I broke down in tears twice tonight. I think I'm about to start my period. I'm a mess and I f*cking hate hormones. I hope I am about to start my period - at least that would explain the 3lb gain and inability to lose it.

FML. Really.

On My Way

Today I weighed in at 162. I've officially lost 30lbs in 2 months. I can no longer wear my 18's - I can't even get by with them...they fall off. I'm pulling out old clothes left and right. I spent all day Saturday shopping.

I fully realize that I'm not even half way to my goal (125); however, I'm close to half way and I feel like a different person.

I even have a crush that I'm trying to keep under control - i.e. realistically tell myself that nothing will ever come of it so stop your pining and prevent your own future heartache.

I weighed in and measured at the gym on Saturday. Since May 2009, I've lost 43lbs and 51.25 inches. I had to add the numbers twice!

I'm keeping my calories under 500 as much as possible. I'm for sure not allowing myself to go over 800 on "eat out to fit in" days. I'm working out 4 times a week. I'm feeling great and starting to feel pretty. I find myself smiling and feeling more outgoing. The anger and bitterness is starting to go back into their hole.

I'm on my way to feeling like living again. It's about time.

Numbers Game

I weighed in this morning at 166.8! F*ck Yeah! I had my morning vegetarian saugage, then an apple and organic mozzarella cheese stick for lunch. Went to the gym after work and did step aerobics. I couldn't help but notice that my workout pants were loose. Once again I say, "F*ck Yeah!"

I got home and Mom had made me a vegetarian chick pattie and had broccoli, cauliflower and some carrots ready to stir fry. She also sliced an avocado. It irritated me b/c she nuked the pattie so it was tough and I had no desire to stir fry the veggies. I didn't ask her to cook for me, and while it's sweet of her, she's a terrible cook and her food shows her disdain for cooking.

Mom was in the shower when I got home so I took a bite of broccoli and poured the rest of the food (sans the expensive avocado) down the disposal. I put the avocado back in the fridge. It feels so good to eat less than 300 calories in a day and to know that I burned more than that working out. I love this sense of control. I love seeing results.

It's finally happening for me and it's about f*cking time.

160's!!!!

I hit 169.4 today. When I saw one-SIX-nine on the scale this morning, I can't begin to describe the feeling of euphoria. At the same time, I reminded myself that I got down to 167ish three years ago and was feeling good about myself and then saw a picture of me in my new clothes and the "happy weight loss" high immediately ended and I packed on the pounds again.

I'm trying to stay grounded. My eating has been good with the exception of a 1200 calorie day on Friday. I let myself have 1/2 a quesadilla & a small ceasar salad and then Mom made dinner w/refried beans (she bought them and of course she didn't get the fat free brand)...so, I would've stayed under 1000 if I could had control over my dinner that night.

Speaking of control - I would've been able to completely fast today if Mom hadn't asked me about dinner. She was in a mood where she would've been uncomfortably pissed if I had told her no thank you...so my calories came in under 300 today. I've had several less than 500 calorie days. I love those days - especially when I workout as well.

I'm in 14's now, though they are snug. I'm starting to see my old body again...I'm starting to feel pretty again.

I like my new job and the people I work with. I want to write about my "elevator encounter" and the "mis-sent text" but I'm too tired. I cleaned out my garage and two closets today. It's almost 11:30 and I should have been in bed an hour ago.

can't touch this

Resisted another office luncheon today. Yes, we just had one LAST F*CKING WEEK, but apparently I'm the only person in my office who doesn't enjoy taking time after work to purchase unhealthy food that will feed an army to watch 12-15 glutenous, mannerless people gorge themselves.

I did say I would bring guacamole, but had a killer workout last night and didn't feel like going to the store...nor did I feel like waking up early to do it.

On my lunch hour, I bought ME (how selfish is that) 1 large avocado and a quart of strawberries to serve with the cake. I ate the avocado (should've only had 1/2 but ate the whole thing) with a tomato...I didn't even eat a strawberry.

My calories came in at 601 (1 lb over) and I went to the gym and did 1hr cardio even though I'd been on my feet ALL DAY LONG and got gym-ditched by my workout buddy.

My boss approached me today and told me I could move downtown now if I wanted too. Panic struck in. I had planned on losing 20lbs before I did that. Not that 172lbs is going to be that different than 192lbs, BUT it does make a difference clothing-wise. I was going to buy some new clothes in a size 14 before I moved. I think I will ask to stay through the end of the month. I'm not sure I'll be in 14's then, but a girl can dream.

I need to write about the table manners exibited by my co-workers one day. I've never been around a large group of people who collectively eat LITERALLY like pigs. I can't wait to get away from that.

Oh - and I weighed in at 180.8 this morning! Pah-leeze God let me hit 179 tomorrow!!!! Oh, to be out of the 180's.

hunger schmunger

Last week's goals:
I completed four 1hr workouts (Tue, Wed, Fri, Sat)
I didn't make 180 by Monday...came in at 181.2 so I lost 4.6lbs instead of 5.0
I also didn't come in under 600 calories everyday last week:
Mon 9/6: 234
Tue 9/7: 359
Wed 9/8: 536
Thu 9/9: 648 *FAIL*
Fri 9/10: 787 *FAIL*
Sat 9/11: 559

I would give myself a B- for overall performance last week. Not too bad...worked out, restricted. You'd think I would've lost more than 4.6lbs??? I was hoping to lose 20lbs my first month. I'm still shooting for that and I think it's doable if my metabolism will cooperate. I need to remember to take the chromium picolinate in the afternoons with my 2nd dose of phentermine. If I don't make 20, I MUST lose at LEAST 15. That's absolutely doable.

I love the feeling of my stomach shrinking. I love putting on my "almost too tight fat pants" and feeling them being almost too loose to wear. That happened this morning. That feeling is addicting.

I saw a girl that works for a different agency yesterday who was morbidly obese (she was probably 250lbs+). She had lap-band surgery not too long ago and SHE LOOKS FREAKIN' AMAZING. Like a younger sister version of herself. That was really, really motivating. I'd love to run into people I went to school with who could barely recognize me. I want to make people's jaws drop. I want to turn heads. I use to do that. I miss that attention.

Next Week's Goals:
Calories under 600 (I've already gone over that Sunday & Monday, but made up for it today). Need to weigh in at 176 (that would be a 5lb loss this week). I just realized that to make 20lbs in 30 days, I would have to lose 11 lbs by 9/23/10. That's 10lbs in 11 days. At the rate I've been going, I'm not sure that's realistic, but maybe if I kick up the workouts. Workout 6 days.

holy mother of hunger

The hunger has been really bad over the past two days. I don't know if the phentermine isn't working anymore, or if I'm just restricting so much when I'm use to eating 2000+ calories a day that it's starting to takes its toll.

Despite the hunger, I've stayed under 1000 calories. Yesterday I came in at 648 calories, but didn't work out. Fatigue has become a significant problem too. I feel like at any time during the day, I could lay down and fall fast asleep.

I'm proud of myself for fighting the fatigue and going to the gym after work tonight. I almost kept driving. I felt great on the elliptical and did 30 minutes. I use to be able to do 1hr. I did a little lower body circuit training too. I started to feel very lonely while I was at the gym. I thought how sad it was that here I am in my mid-thirties, alone on a Friday night at the gym. I tried to change my train of thought, but couldn't. I don't understand why I'm alone. I get that I'm fat, but there are a lot of fat girls who are in relationships...just not me.

My calories came in at 787 tonight. I'm too tired to keep writing.

office luncheon spanked

The office luncheon came and went and never even tempted me. I allowed myself 5 almonds and passed up everything else, including the pasta salad that would be easy to "write off" as healthy even though I know I'm cutting out white flour right now.

There was some sort of cheese dish - never made me flinch. I had 1/2 of a grapefruit, 1/2 cucumber, 1 Roma tomato & 1/2 tbsp balsamic vinegar with water. Boom! Dear Office Luncheon...Suck it! Love, Maggie!

Now, tomorrow, meeting A & C at a salad/wrap restaurant. Not sure how I'll handle that. I'm thinking about making my own salad and asking for balsamic vinegar as dressing only...or maybe a fruit plate? Not sure.

The sky was gray and it rained all day. My energy was zapped, particularly when my dog woke me up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason. I pushed through the fatigue and worked out at the gym tonight.

I also saw 183 on the scale this morning AND tonight. 182...I need 182 to show up tomorrow! If I could be at 180 by Monday, I'd be THRILLED. I'm really hungry right now, but I don't care. I love seeing the pounds drop like they did when I was in my early 20's.

score today!!!

Restriction is in overdrive (for me at least) right now. Today's Kcals: 359. Kcals burned with step aerobics, upper body circuit and walking at the gym: 740. It feels so good to know I'm in control again. My Capri pants were loose when I put them on this morning - the only better feeling is getting into a smaller size.

I will be tested tomorrow b/c we're having an "office lunch". I hate these f*ckers with a passion. I work in an office of about 15 people. Each person brings enough crappy, fattening, starchy food to feed 10 people, which means theoretically 150 people could eat off of our 1 lunch.

Then, the secretaries will scrape every last sh*tty piece of food into a plastic container and jam up the refrigerator. Over the next 2-3 days, 5-8 different people will be sticking their unwashed hands in those containers to attempt to finish off the glutenous remains. When there's not enough left for 1 person to stuff their face, 1-2 tablespoons worth of food will sit in the containers rotting and waiting for ME to clean it out.

In the meantime, air doesn't circulate properly b/c there's too much food in the fridge, which means, those of us (ME) who bring fresh fruits & veggies will have frost bitten or unevenly refrigerated food.

It's so disgusting and wasteful that I refuse to participate in them any longer.

I think I'll take my car to be washed over lunch. That also serves as a middle finger to everyone for celebrating EVERY ONE'S birthday but mine. Ugh, I can't wait to start my new job next month.

And if I don't see 183 on the scales in the morning...I might become a danger to myself and/or others.