Thursday, August 24, 2006

FINALLY: Scale Is Moving On Down

Thursday's NutriSystem Daily Dose entitled "Don't Give Up" was great and came right on time as far as I'm concerned. I'll share the first paragraph with you here:

Did you wake up today and think, "Argghh...another day where I have to control my eating...another day when I need to try to fit in exercise...another day of all those vegetables and salads"? Or maybe you said to yourself, "Man, I'm SO tired of fighting this weight thing every day. When do I get to eat whatever I want to eat? You know what, forget it--I'm going to binge today."

Since I've started NS, I wake up and think similar thoughts more often than not. Sometimes I feel as though I WILL KILL someone if I have to eat one more cup of yogurt, can of plain tuna or chicken, cucumber, cup of plain oatmeal, green pepper or drink one more glass of f*&%ing water!!!! [One of my main cravings is Mexican food: I just LOVE the combination of tortilla, tomato, cheese, guacamole, sour cream, beans and yellow rice over chicken or beef AND fried tortilla chips and salsa! Can you say MAJOR calories (and clogged arteries) but mmm mmmm good, ya know?!] Most times I'd rather take the elevator than the stairs; I'd rather park in the closest spot than the one furthest away; I'd rather go to bed than get on the Gazelle or take my dog for a walk; I'd rather eat a loaded cheeseburger than a Nutrisystem muffin--actually, I'd rather eat just about anything than eat those muffins--YUCK!!; I'd rather just accept being fat and hope that everyone will leave me alone.

But my word of the day is PERSEVERANCE: "to persist in a state, enterprise, or undertaking in spite of counterinfluences, opposition, or discouragement" (Source: I'm closing in on the end of week 33 on Nutrisystem. 33 WEEKS!! Basically, 8 months and that, in and of itself, is a victory. It is BY FAR my longest and most concentrated weight loss ever. And I certainly did not become morbidly obese over the course of 8 months or even 8 years: it was a lifetime of bad food decisions, lack of exercise, lack of discipline to stick to a diet, lack of caring for myself--all of which resulted in a 400+ pound body.

Today as I sit here and write this, I'm thinking about that Daily Dose message: don't give up. No matter what, I CAN NOT GIVE UP!! It doesn't matter that I didn't lose any weight for nearly 2 months. The victory came when I did not allow that to derail all my efforts and give up, that I didn't just say "Well, fuck it then. I'm just meant to be fat. Now, put the Gazelle in the closet and where's the Taco Bell?" And because I didn't give up, I can report that today I weigh 265.5, my lowest weight I can ever remember (except for weighing 237 when I went to WW fat camp at age 10), for a total of 57lbs GONE!!! I really don't know what's been different over this past week; I still haven't worked out in nearly 2 months now outside of all my "condo-robics". But I don't really need to analyze it too much: the scale is moving in the right direction again. I feel GREAT and I actually feel lean. I know, I know--at my size, the last word I should use to describe myself is lean, but that's how I feel. Yesterday at work I decided to go up and down the stairs 3 times (4 flights). It took all of 8 minutes, but I was sweaty and tired. Hopefully, it's something I can keep up.

And finally, it's time to revise my goals to reflect this little "episode" I had to endure. I'm trying to keep them ambitious and optimistic yet realistic so that I don't discourage myself by setting unattainable goals.
Week 36 (September 17) - 260
Week 40 (October 15) - 252.5
Week 44 (November 12) - 245.5
Week 48 (December 10) - 237.5
Week 52 (January 7) - 232.5
This would result in a total of 90lbs lost in one year on NS (anniversary date is January 9, 2007).
UPDATE: My condo's going to get some color tonight, FINALLY! Move in date is scheduled for Friday, September 1. Talk about a true Labor Day weekend; I'm going to be working my ARSE off!

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Reality Bites

You know the saying, "Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when we practice to deceive"...(it's something like that; I'm paraphrasing)? The point is I believe that I was deceiving myself and my body was punishing me. I'll explain: My goal for the month of June was to reach 267.5lbs, a total of 55lbs lost in 6 months. I reached that goal June 29. Shortly thereafter came my TOM and I went up to 273 then 275, hovered there for a while, reached 277 and hovered around there for a while and one day I even weighed 280. I was pretty devastated. I was working out 60-90 minutes of cardio 4-5 times a week, I drink about a gallon of water daily and I thought I was eating pretty well. But my weight never went back down. Now, the whole time I figured, "Ok, here it is, the dreaded PLATEAU. I'll just wait it out." But waiting out the plateau is very hard. I kept thinking, "why work out or not eat that extra cup of rice since I'm not losing any weight anyway?!" I refused to update my weight-trackers to go backward...I felt that by doing that, I'd be admitting defeat. I was in denial.

This past weekend, as the last couple of weekends, I busted my ass working on the condo: 2 12hour days working on that thing and I was SORE. But I was feeling lean and good about myself. I live on the fourth floor but have been taking the stairs up, even when I have groceries or things to carry. Well, Sunday I peeked at the scale: 271.5. Yippeee! I was thrilled because that was my lowest weight since July 2. But I didn't want to get my hopes up because a couple of weeks ago I moved from the 275-278 range into the 273-274 range but it stopped there. Yesterday I weighed: 271.5 again. Great. At least it didn't go back up. So, I finally decided that it wasn't a plateau, that I'd actually gained the weight. It was like confession to myself. I updated my weight trackers to reflect 51lbs lost instead of 55. I figured, time to refocus and recommit and I can just go forward from here. This morning I weighed 268.5. I don't really know what it means. I mean, I could be up a couple of pounds tomorrow morning. The point is, psychologically it was important that I confront and accept the fact that I had gained the weight--not because of my TOM or a plateau or my body holding on to fat because I'm not eating enough to balance the calories I'm burning. This is a journey of many, many, many steps. I will experience setbacks. The key is to face them head-on and stop burying my head in the sand like an ostrich. No more of that.

So, I've set a new goal. I want to get my 60lb bear by October 8 (week 39 on NS). SLOW AND STEADY WINS THE RACE!! Wish me luck. Hope you all are well.

Monique's B-Day

For those of you who check in on my blog fairly regularly, you may recall me talking about one of my favorite haunts, Monty's in Coconut Grove. My friend Monique is a bartender there--she's soo good I like to tell her, "You can't have Monty's without Mo!"--and last Wednesday was her birthday. So a bunch of us lushes, I mean her friends, came out to help her celebrate since she had to work. (Twist my arm, oww oww. LOL) These pics are of several regulars. Monique is the cute little blond with ringlets. She's tiny, but she likes tall men--the last pic is of her and her man Chris who stands about 8 foot 2...okay, not really, but it looks like that they stand next to each other. LOL. Aren't they adorable?! [Fellow NSers: you gotta love her strategy; I gotta find me a really BIG and really TALL guy so that next to him I look like his cute, tiny girlfriend. Heehee]

Monday, August 21, 2006

Labor of Love in Progress (cont.)

Bedroom (top pic) will be "Handsome Hue" (Behr) it's a nice somewhat dark blue, the living portion of (as well as the entire living/dining area) will be "Artifact Sand"'s kind of a sandy, salmon color--more toward beige than pink. The den (past the sliding glass doors) will be "Boston Brick" (darkish red). I'm hoping to be able to find blinds similar to the color of the paint so that when they're closed, it'll give the illusion of a solid wall. The bottom pic is of my view from the den through a CLEAN window. Cleaning those damn windows took nearly an entire day, an entire bottle of Fantastik and 3/4 of a bottle of 409 Glass & Surface cleaner! NOW, I know why people don't do windows!

Saturday my realtor called to follow up on my progress with the condo (what realtor do you know does calls after the closing?), specifically how Danny and I were able to get rid of that pain-in-the-ARSE plaster-raised mural. Anyway, he is very knowledgable about general contract and electric work and after reviewing the wall, he moved on to inspect the rest of the place. Now, my maintenance fee includes basic cable and you may notice in the pics of the living room and den that there are coils of white cable sitting in the corners. There must have been 20-25 feet of it hanging around. Again, no skin off my nose. I planned to coil the excess up tight and hide it behind my TV. Well, my Super-Realtor felt it was an eyesore and started saying how neat it would be if the cable could actually come out of the wall through an outlet rather than having that ugly white cable everywhere. Yeah, "neat" I responded, thinking that some time later, MUCH LATER (when I've somewhat re-stocked my bank account), I can think about fixing that. Well, when I told him the tile guy was coming on Monday his brain went into overdrive and he went to work and put Danny and me to the same. He left to get a tool, came back and cut a trough in the concrete floor of my bedroom wide enough to lay the cable down in, drilled a hole in the wall underneath an old antennae outlet so that it could be rewired for cable. Also, when he did that, he got a splitter so that he wouldn't have to do the same in the living room. TA DA! Now, rather than a ton of old cable, I have a simple outlet in my living room and bedroom to plug in my TVs. AWESOME, huh?!? Well, there's more.

Notice my bedroom and living room are sans ceiling fan/light fixtures. Now, before I bought the place I figured I could always get lamps and fans. I mean, no big deal, right? Well, I mentioned to Super-Realtor that I eventually (way, way way down the line) to call an electrician and have him come and install ceiling fans in my bedroom and living room areas. "SR" would have none of that. He proceeded to give me a list of items I needed from Home Depot, WENT WITH ME TO THE HOME DEPOT, came back the next day and he and Danny set up the fixture in my living room, fixed and updated the one in the den, and he just called me about half an hour ago to announce that he's on his way over there to meet Danny and finish up the one in the bedroom. This was no small feat. They had to drill a hole in the wall just above the outlet from which the fan would draw power, another at the top of the wall, fish the cable through the two holes so that it could be mounted on the ceiling, and VOILA! Ceiling fans...except I haven't bought the fans yet. LOL.

He also changed the switch for the chandelier fixture, that for some reason was installed sideways; he advised me about getting new outlets (including the special ones that go in the bathroom and kitchen--anywhere near water). Thank GOD for my mom's Home Depot charge card! My realtor worked with Danny for about 4 hours on Saturday and another 4 on Sunday. I can't imagine the amount of money I saved with the projects he did and how much it increased the value of my property. When I think about how I met him (through whole RJ SNAFU with the first condo I wanted to buy)... I just can't believe how things work out. I mean, the guy has absolutely no reason to do all this. He's already got his commission. He'd done a PHENOMENAL job so I was certain to recommend him to any of my friends. He's NOT trying to get into my pants (he's married to a cute little Latina). I guess there really are just good people in the world and I was fortunate enough to one cross my path. I cannot wait to see how this place comes out. The only drawback is that I'm a little behind on the painting schedule due to the all the unanticipated projects this weekend. So, once again, any of you who are local and available to help paint (you don't have to be Van Gogh--I'll stick you with closets and shelving and other low-visibility places), I WOULD LOVE YOUR HELP.

Finally, I've weighed in at 271.5 for the last couple of days. I'm very pleased. I read a great article about plateaus and I'm trying to find the right balance of calories in-calories burned to get me losing again. I hope I've found it. Hope you all are well. And if all goes well with me, I hope to move in by Labor Day weekend (appropriate for my Labor of Love, don't you think) and to have my condo-warming party start with NFL Kick-off Thursday!

Labor of Love in Progress...

Remember the funky mural?! GONE!! Remember the 1972 range and mustard-colored ceiling panels and frames? GONE!! Progress is being made!!

Monday, August 14, 2006


1. What time is it? 9:26am

2. What's your full name? Cassandre Dominique Anglade

3.What are you most afraid of? The idea that those I love don't know how much I love them...and crazy rollercoasters.

4. What is the most recent movie that you have seen in a theatre? Over the Hedge

5. Place of birth? Mercy Hospital, Chicago, Illinois

6. Favorite food? grillot (Haitian-style fried pork) w/ flattened & fried plaintains...ohh, with red beans and rice, of course!

7. What's your natural hair color? dark brown

8. Who is the last person you spoke to on the phone? Rich

9. Ever been toilet papering? On Halloween 'cause I have nothing better to do than throw rolls of toilet paper around someone's house? Uhh...NO!

10. Love someone so much it made you cry? Oh, dear. If you know me, you know.

11. Been in a car accident? Head on collision with a group of stoned teenagers in rental; rear-ended by an SUV driven by 4 deaf mutes (yes, you heard me; and I wondered why they didn't come to ask if I was ok!).

12. Croutons or bacon bits? neither!

13. Favorite day of the week? Saturday Night/Sunday Morning (and, yes, that IS a Phil Collins song)

14. Favorite Restaurant? Monty's, just cause I love the atmosphere

15. Favorite flower? Lily of the Valley

16. Favorite sport to watch? NFL (but NBA and NCAA are right behind)

17. Favorite Drink? Water.

18 Favorite ice cream? Jamocha Almond Fudge

19. Disney or Warner bros? DEFINITELY Disney; is there really any question?

20. Favorite fast food restaurant? Tokyo Bowl

21. What color is your bedroom carpet? Tile

22. How many times you failed your driver's test? 0

23. Before this one, from whom did you get your last e-mail? Daily Inspiration

24. What do you do most often when you are bored? Sleep

25. Bedtime? Between 12 and 1AM

26. Who will respond to this e-mail the quickest? Surprise me.

27. Who is the person you sent this to that is least likely to respond? most of you

28. Who is the person that you are most curious to see their responses? They know who they are

29. Favorite TV shows? Reruns: Three's Company, MacGyver, Golden Girls, Cosby Show, Frasier, NYPD Blue, Judging Amy

30. What are you listening to right now? Gnarlz Barkley's "Crazy"...wait, now it's Daniel Powter's "Bad Day"

31. What's your favorite color? Blue

32. How many tattoos do you have? None

33. What would you like to accomplish before you die? Reach my goal weight; have and raise well-rounded, happy child(ren); travel to Europe; earn a million dollars in one calendar year; perform before an audience of more than 1000 people.

34. How many people are you sending this e-mail to? A whole mess o' people.

35. When and where did you graduate from high school? Archbishop Curley-Notre Dame High School's Class of 1992--Go Knights!

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Lizard Boy Loses

It's soo nice to know you all "got my back", so to speak. As far as "Lizard Boy" is concerned, I've been advised that I need no longer waste my time on someone who so obviously doesn't appreciate me. If he hasn't already made up his mind that he definitely wants to see where 'this' is going, then 'this' is going NOWHERE FAST!! I guess I just didn't want to believe that in actuality, he's already made up his mind that he doesn't want me, no matter what he says. Apparently, I'm just the type who needs an anvil dropped on my head before I get the hint. So,
I've officially decided (again) to let go. I mean, I know that whenever there are feelings of this intensity involved, it's damn near impossible to make a clean break ('cold turkey' so to speak--hey, ever notice how many sayings are food-based??--but I guess that's for another post), but I have to do it for my own sanity and emotional well-being. I'm beginning to develop a complex about the whole thing! It's just a matter of reminding myself that (1) I am worthy of having a good relationship in my life; (2) I don't NEED a relationship with some guy to make me a complete person (no matter how nice it would be); (3) ultimately, IT'S HIS LOSS. And, boy, is he going to be SORRY he passed me up!!!

I am sooo sore from all the work I've been doing on the condo, but it's worth it. It looks like I'll be moving in during Labor Day weekend; a little later than I'd hoped, but I'm at the mercy of the tile guy and his schedule. The textured mural has been sanded down, so now it's pretty much just a matter of sanding the rest of the walls and prepping to paint. I'll buy the paint tmw and start painting this weekend. Hey, anyone interested in a paint party? Yeah, yeah, yeah, I didn't think so. Where's all my support now?!? LOL. [Have I told you today how great Danny has been through this whole renovation process--both with my body and my condo? That's a real friend.]

I'm also sore because of some new exercises I've been trying. I just started, but I already feel something. I don't know what the actual exercises are called but the first is to work the lower abdominal muscles: lie on the floor, legs closed, lift legs about 45 degrees (or 30 degrees for more intensity) off the ground, then open wide, close, lower, lift, open, close, lower. I've been trying to do 20-25 a day. I know it doesn't sound like much, but it's HARD. I've also started taking the stairs up to my condo (4th floor) and the parking garage here at work (4th floor or higher). The other exercise is for my buttocks. Hands and knees on the floor, lift a leg up in the air with the bottom of my foot parallel to the ceiling and push upwards rapidly 20-25 times with each leg. I definitely felt that in my arse immediately. They are just little things I'm trying to do to keep active during this time when I've found it difficult to get my 60-90 minutes of cardio in. I was also looking online today for some water aerobic exercises that I can start doing once I start using my new pool. I guess I gotta get a new bathing suit. Uggghhh! (sorry for the visual)

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Love Stings

When I wrote the title of this post, I meant to write "Love Stinks"...but "stings" works too. It just sucks. Why? Well, I'm in 'luv' with an idiot...we'll call him "Lizard-Boy" as Danny has named him. Smart? Yes. Funny? Yes. Cute? Yes. Talented? Yes. Likes me? He says he does...but as we all know, actions speak louder than words. So, yes, at this point, I doubt his veracity when he tells me he has feelings for me. Problem is, I have yet to be able to "kick him to the curb"!! I don't know why. I mean, he doesn't treat me badly or anything. He can be (and has been) very sweet and kind at times. He's never treated me differently because of my weight; in fact, though he's been very supportive of my weight loss endeavor, he's made a point to tell me that he "loved me the way I was and the way I am now, so long as I'm happy." [I'm sure he must have been drunk, 'cause guys are only that sweet in the movies.] He can also be extremely inconsiderate and thoughtless. I've yet to determine whether those instances are intentional to get me "off his back" or if he's just being a guy (no offense, guys). [BTW, Guys, what the hell is wrong with just telling a gal you don' t like her 'in that way' or that you just 'want to be friends'???!?]
Anyway, I guess the reason I'm writing this now is because I got an e-mail forward from Colleen today that included this quote about love: "Love is when that special someone sticks around with you until you realize that you love them back, and if you don't they are still there waiting for the day you'll realize that no one else can love you in that way..." It immediately struck a chord with me and I've been thinking about it all day. I guess because I go back and forth whether a relationship that "could" or "may" be in the future is worth being patient for. Or am I just being a SUCKER & LOSER?! I'm sure most women would have let it go by now figuring that if he hasn't committed yet, he never will. But (1) when I get attached, it's VERY hard to un-stick myself and (2) I'm not even sure I want a committed relationship right now. I mean I'm in an state of transformation right now and I want to be sure I am the Cassandre I am happy with before I pursue an exclusive relationship. Doesn't mean I'm not a little lonely, though. :-(
Another reason I felt this topic was blog-worthy is because, at core, this issue is all tied up with my weight and self-esteem. Part of me doesn't want to give up on him because I believe there will never be any one else who makes me feel that way. [I gotta give him credit. He makes me feel like I was a freshman in high school when I was in love/obsessed with (same difference) with the senior stud David Willard. That boy was just adorable and I got chicken skin and butterflies in my stomach everytime he walked down the hallway.] Why should I feel unlovable, unattractive, and unsexy just because I don't look like Beyonce or Tyra Banks?! BIG GIRLS NEED LOVE TOO! (Thank goodness for F.W.Bs!!)

Work Drama

I don't usually discuss work too much, but this situation has been getting out of hand. Guess what?! I have a stalker! Well, I don't know if she can actually be classified as a stalker, but she definitely has an unusual interest in me. She's a fairly new secretary at the firm that I work for and for some reason has decided that I need her micro-managing me, despite the fact that I've managed to keep my job for (and be promoted in) the year before she even got there. I was even approached by the managing partner for the office manager position, three months after I got there!! I'm not sure if she's obsessed with the fact we're in equal positions despite the fact that I'm only a "three-year" secretary -- maybe she's bitter cause it's taken her damn near 30 years experience to be doing the same thing I am. I know she's mentioned that I have a better chair--which is true, but all I did was ask for one when my back started hurting. I didn't go around whining that "so-and-so has a better chair, so I want one too!" She sends me these e-mails that are paragraph-long formal requests to ask something like, "hey, do you know the password?" She's way too interested in my comings and goings, 'tracking' my time, I guess. Why does she care when I come in, when I leave or when I go to Starbucks if my bosses don't? She has managed to alienate everyone who works with her, and nearly everyone on the floor. She has no concept of boundaries--like, do your job and we'll do ours and she seems to have no clue that it's the way she comes across that's making people dislike her.
I've brought it to both my bosses and the office manager who've basically concurred that she's nuts and has issues, not only with me, but in general. Her own boss deletes all her e-mails and thinks she's nuts. I'm not sure how someone can go around and interact with people and have no clue that they are disliked, or why. She'll send me e-mails requesting me not to change her stuff after she's spent her first 2 months here trying to change every last thing she can. She's attempted to sabotage me and my office manager, tries to obtain money she's not entitled to (even to the point of suggesting the mgr jeopardize her job)--and then will go to the ofc mgr to complain about not being a good manager!! The only one truly friendly with her is the secretary she doesn't work directly with and sits on the opposite side of the office. I guarantee if she tried the pull the sh*t with Maria that she has with me, Maria would not stand for it!
In trying to get me to calm down, my boss told me that I have to keep this all in perspective and to remember the following things: I'm losing weight. I look good and feel good. I just bought a condo that's going to look bad ass when I'm done. My bosses love me. She's obviously JEALOUS and is looking for ways to bring me down! (I just LOVE my boss---this is the 'lecture' I get when I brought up the issues with the psycho-secretary.) And, she's right. Why should I let this nut make me nuts?! I guess, if I look at it that way, it's kind of flattering. LOL.

Friday, August 04, 2006

Breaking the Plateau

I don't want to jinx it or anything, but I peeked at the scale again today: 271. That's the lowest weight I've been since July 9th!!! So far this week I've lost more weight than all of last month. I was 275 on Sunday, 273 on Tuesday, 271.5 yesterday and 271 today. I don't know if this means my body is finally back on track or what (funny how it happened during my 2nd week of no working out--maybe whoever told me I wasn't eating enough to support my exercise habits was right. I can only hope). I'm just going to keep doing what I'm doing. I want to get back on the Gazelle soon cause I miss it, but maybe my body was craving a change up in activity. I can't wait to start using my new pool.

BTW: GO MARLINS!!! Last night they beat the "mighty" NY Mets (who, like the Jets, SUCK, SUCK, SUCK!) and took the series. I was there with my friends Joe, Matt and Sara and we had a great time! Hey, maybe we can still make the wildcard after all. Stranger things have happened.

Labor of Love II

Kitchen, half bath, vantage point from the front door, hallway from the bedroom and master bath. See, that funky raised painting is EVERYWHERE!!! Hopefully, that belt sander will help me tone up my arms! Makes me want to sneeze just looking at all the dust!

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Progess: Slow But Sure

I had to do something to remind myself that although I've hit a plateau, I have made significant progress. Leigh, Linda, Kathryn, Paul, Jamie and Tressa (and EVERYONE I know I forgot): you guys have been like my own little cheerleading squad (Paul, it'd be interesting to see your skinny self in a cheerleading outfit with pom-poms! LOL!).

I only uploaded my most recent pictures (taken July 5th, weight 269); the discs with my other 'before' pics are buried in the mess that will soon be "the room I occupied when I lived with my mother." But you can look at my first blog post (January 27th, I think) and compare. What I first noticed is that not only are my clothes looser and my body smaller, but my smile seems bigger! And they (whoever 'they' are) say the quickest, easiest and cheapest way to improve your appearance is to smile. So, I'm smiling.

BTW: I look a LOT DARKER, too, don't I? I guess all those walks outside with Mosley fostered a tan I really didn't need.

Labor of Love

Well, here it is: my labor of love. My new baby, my condo. These are a few "before" pics. However, they were taken after we tore up the 35-yr-old carpet and took down the 1972 green drapes. The mural on the wall of the dining room is actually not a bad piece of art. It was probably very fashionable in the 70s, along with lime green shag carpet, lava lamps and the BeeGees. The view is from my bedroom window that faces north. The balcony was enclosed and is now a "den". The view is pretty much the same as in my bedroom, just a little further west. I've pretty much settled on a tile that looks like wooden flooring--to go with the blue I chose for the bedroom and sort of rose color I'm leaning toward for the living/dining area. Pulling up the carpet and linoleum as well as all the wood it was nailed to was no joke. Then I had to buy a belt sander to start sanding that damn mural off the wall because they textured it by using plaster! PLASTER!!! I used the sander for about 30 minutes yesterday and I sweat about 3 gallons! I don't know what I would do without Danny, my best friend, who has done sooooooo much work already. I think I'd like a celery green or peridot for the kitchen, and some neutral color for the master and half bathrooms. I'm telling you, I'm soo sore from all the work that I don't even feel bad I've missed my workouts this week. In fact, I'm looking forward to taking tonight off from the condo and taking a 2-3 mile walk with my neglected dog.
As you can see, the place needs A LOT of work, so if you haven't heard from me in a while, don't panic. I'll touch base soon and will post 'after' pics as well. Funny how the whole theme of this blog is transformation--first my body, now my condo! LOL.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Slow and Steady Wins The Race

We've ALL heard the fable of the tortoise and the hare in one form or another (and if you haven't, I don't even want to think about where you've been--not even the Bugs Bunny episode?!) Anyway, though I've been preoccupied with working on my condo, my plateau looms large on my mind. I'm happy not to be gaining weight; okay, okay, I confess. I peeked at the scale Sunday afternoon and again this morning, 275 and 273.5, respectively. I continue to hover 6-8lbs heavier than my lowest weight at the end of June. At first, I relaxed on the food for a little bit--but only a little bit. For example, I'd have a non-NS dinner 3 times in a week instead of only once. Then I went back on plan 100% and still no loss. It's discouraging to say the least. I mean, I should be happy I didn't stay in the 279-280 range that I hit right after my last TOM (which reminds me of what's rapidly approaching...sigh).

The point is that I have to remember this is part of the body is still changing and adjusting to my new lifestyle. My daily inspiration quote today has fortified my resolve and I wanted to share it with you:

"Victory is won not in miles but in inches. Win a little now, hold your ground, and later, win a little more."– Louis L'Amour
Also, many, many thanks to all of you who have helped keep my head up during this plateau. It makes me happy to know you are all still rooting for me and are not disappointed in me when it's hard not to be disappointed in myself. XOXOXOXO

Tuesday, August 01, 2006


NOW, I know the reason I started NS! God was preparing me for the purchase of a condo that needed work. Yesterday, Danny and I proceeded to tear up, like, 700 sq/ft of carpet. Had I been 322.5lbs like I was in January, I might have had a heart attack last night and today's Herald headline would have read, "New Condo Owner Collapses!" or something like that. The carpet part isn't soo bad; it's actually kind of fun hearing the great ripping sound the carpet makes. The hard part was squatting to use the crow bar to pry up the wood along the walls with all the nails sticking out. My back and arms are killing me; not to mention I have blisters on my hands. Boohoo. (Not really; it's too exciting being a condo-owner! LOL)

I'm still in my hiatus from the scale--but only as to weigh-ins. I'm back on plan food-wise and water-wise, but my workouts have been tough to get in given all the work with the condo and stuff. The majority of my workouts for the next couple of weeks will be in the form of manual labor (and I can't believe I'm actually missing my walks with Mosley and my time on the Gazelle). I'm hoping to be able to move in sometime in the next 3 weeks. We'll see. Wish me luck.