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Hiatus

Been out of the blogging janks for a couple days. I can't decide if they were an ok couple days...or a bad couple days (on the eating front)...which probably means they were bad lol. I am pretty quick to say when they are good. The weekends have killed me since the challenge started. Week days are super easy. You get up, eat a quick breakfast, have a good lunch and dinner, and it is pretty easy to fend off mega cravings when you run around like a crazy person at work. I don't have the time to even recognize a craving I would need to fend off when it comes to food at work. All of my energy is involuntarily spent either on adoring my children or forcing my self to smile. I'd say the split is 75% adoring, 25% forcing a smile and taking deep, inward breathes.Too bad deep breathing doesn't help you burn calories. I went to Dave and Busters on Friday. I had three shots of rum (in mixed drinks, not straight. I am a pansy), a Caesar salad (do not be fooled, this was a Caesa

Snow Day Number 5

I am on the 5th snow day of the school year. Snow days are hard. I sit at home all day and try not to eat EVERYTHING in sight. I esp try not to eat cookie dough. I have an addiction to cookie dough. Serious. If it is in the house, I will eat it--all. The normal snow day gig (unless I am on day three in a row) is to make cookies then eat them mercilessly. This shall NOT happen today damn it. Nope. We also play Mexican train...but Travis is at work. So this cannot happen either. Sad.

Success Somehow

So I passed the shit out last night after I posted here on the Blog. I rolled around on the bed for a bit, then begged Travis to feed the bunny and rat for me so I didn’t have to get up because I felt SO TERRIBLE. I promised him that this would be the ONLY time I would ever ask him to do it when my illness was due to me being a dumbass. He agreed. I promptly passed out and slept hard until about 10 this morning. I rolled around in bed some more, got up and did the ceremonious “pee before weighing in” on weigh in day. I was 221.5 pounds! I lost 2.5 pounds this week. Woot! So I got up and started back on my tracking and eating things that don’t make me want to die repeatedly. It feels nice to have eaten well today. I don’t feel like poo. I didn’t cook as much last week as I had thought I would. The meals I had posted did not happen on the days I had planned. We have only cooked one full meal to date. I cooked the pork today and we will make the full meal tomorrow. I

Relapses

I have been MIA for a couple days. And for those couple days, things went really well. I stayed under my calorie goal, and I even worked out (WHOA). Until... I had a VERY bad past 24 hours. Very bad. I had a staff meeting at this Mexican restaurant across the River after work yesterday. I sit down, and think to myself, “I will have a peach daiquiri and no chips. Then get dinner at home.” So I get my drink and we are all talking and having a lovely time. Then I think “Ok, I will have some chips and just another daiquiri.” Then I was good for a bit….until the Karaoke and sitting at the bar happened. Then I had a shot. And a glass of wine. And then 2 rum and diets. Then the really bad part: a Wendy’s chicken sandwich combo meal. Yea. That happened.   And HOLY FUCK did I pay for it in the middle of the night. I haven’t eaten any crap for a almost a whole week. I mean I was eating really nice quality food. Homemade, not much processed shit at all. All the sudden I

The Antagonist for the Day: Evil Chocolate Cup Cakes Delivered by Obnoxiously Cute 4 Yearolds

There are about 70 wonderful children at my school. They walk into school everyday, go to their classes and do wonderful, productive work. This means there are 70 birthdays. 30 of those are elementary student treats. I am usually good at turning these down. I am so busy with singing with the kids and helping them with their little party, and usually it is a precious 5 minutes where I can have a small break to myself as the kids happily eat their treats. But there are 40 smaller people at my school that are not as easy to turn down. Meaning there are 40 opportunities for some kind of treat to wander shyly into my room during the most stressful part of my day (3 hour work period in the morning). Clutching a basket of treats and accompanied by a proud friend holding napkins, in comes the primary child (3-6yr). Shy around all these big kids and the loud crazy elementary teacher (me), they hold out their prized possession: their birthday treat. This treat is more then a sweet nibble. Th

Day 2

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I forgot to eat breakfast. This is a recent trend which is SO unlike me, because usually I want to eat constantly. This is also bad, because it is not healthy to skip a meal like that. I mean I still get my calories, but it needs to be spread out and balanced. The problem is I am not a morning person in any sense of the word. Travis wakes up and has sunshine beaming out of his ass, and I am a groggy, awkward, disheveled mess. I sleep as long as possible, meaning I am out of bed and out the door in 15 minutes flat (I am a night showerer.) I usually eat breakfast in the car, or I eat and sip a cup of coffee as I chill, waiting for my chick-lets to arrive at school. Recently, I am getting stuff together or talking to coworkers instead of eating and chilling. If I got to school 5 minutes earlier, I would have more time. But then I have to wake up 5 minutes earlier, and that sounds like death. Soooo I haven't gotten to that point yet. Anyways. Counting calories today has been good

Day 1

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So today I officially started a fitness challenge with my friends, and decided I wanted to blog about my experience. I am a Montessori Elementary teacher at a small private school in St Louis. I have the best job EVER. I am in my second year of teaching and I really enjoy it! I am AMI Elementary Trained, and am working on getting my MAE in Character Education at Lindenwood University. I am 28 years old, 5'6" and 224 pounds. I am what is often described as a thick girl. I carry a lot of weight in my thighs, hips, and butt. I remember the first time I was told I actually had a butt, and that it was a good thing. I was in the 9th grade at a school just outside of south east DC.  I was walking down the hallway and my boyfriends best friend yelled after me saying "Girl! You got a home grown ass!!!" Needless to say, I was confused. I have come to love the fact that I am thick. I won't ever be a string bean, and nor do I want to. Being super skinny isn't bad t