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Archive for August, 2014

Early Weight Loss Entry

So I know I said I would write every 20th & 5th, but I just joined DietBet so I’m writing about that.

I just weighed myself this morning.. 203.5… … … Ouch I remember when 140 was a tragedy…

dreamy smile
Ahh… memories

So I figure.. after tearing apart the work place that I might as well take my measurements again since I’m doing the whole weight loss thing and the inches are more important to me personally anyway…

In 10 days I doubt I’ve made any difference.. but let’s see…

August 20th measurements:
Bust: 44″
Waist: 37″
Hips: 48″
Arms: 13.5″
Thighs: 30″
Weight: 200+lbs

August 30th measurements:
Bust: 44″
Waist: 37″
Hips: 47″
Arms: 13″
Thighs: 29.5″
Weight: 203.5lbs

Apparently 10 days did something.. that’s kinda awesome.. I can honestly say I’m happy now! Woo hoo!


I don’t think I’ve changed my eating habits much, but I have meal planned.. skipped the carbs when the rest is filling.. and am making an effort to cut back the amount of white sugar in my diet.. which is saying a lot since I used to put 2 tsps per cup.. I’m down to 1.5tsps now.. 

That may not seem like much but factor in the fact that I drink 10 cups a day.. I’ve gone from 6 2/3 tbsp of sugar down to 5tbsp I’ve cut out 1 2/3 tbsp of sugar a day.. That is 36.5 less cups a year that I will no longer be consuming. 28,214 less calories a year..

Wholly sheets!

Can you tell I’m bored? Haha.. I’m doing math.. in a blog.. that no one reads..



Anyways.. to sum things up

– I’ve lost 2 collective inches
– I don’t know how much weight I’ve lost
– I’ve joined Dietbet
– I’m bored

Question of the day:
Are you currently doing a weight loss thing? What is yours Paleo? Atkins? Noom? Tell me about it

Defeated by a day

I have had one miserable fail after another lately.

Apparently, I am not Wonderwoman. What a terrible thing to find out.


It all started at the beginning of August.. I was chipper.. full of optimism.. energy.. I was tinkerbell on a caffeine high. I was looking forward to an upcoming challenge.. my coworker was going on vacation and I was taking over as many hours as I possibly could while she was away..

10 days in a row and I was looking forward to every one of them.. after all it was and time to get some much needed overtime as my budget has been hit hard by the cut back in my hours.. from 50 a week down to 6

Day 1


Big mama was ecstatic!

Day 2


I was cracking jokes and couldn’t be happier if you paid me to be… well.. no.. more money is always good..

Day 3


Bright eyed and bushy tailed… nothing could hold me back.. I was loving my job and loving life

Day 4


I was loving my hours.. I was loving my customers… I was loving my coffee… I wasn’t sure if it was loopy happy.. or loopy tired I was feeling but I still liked it..

Day 5


The tired was catching up with me.. but the happy far outweighed the tired.. besides.. it’s not like my work was being affected by it.. and HEY! I am half way done already.. home stretch time!

Day 6


The custies took a turn for the worse.. they were.. .. .. rude.. in aan unflattering way.. which is not like them.. either that or I just never noticed before that they could be.. perhaps it was the insomnia that had set it that was making me a little touchy..

Day 7


It really went all downhill from here.. I knew the moment I woke up and didn’t see a large pot of coffee with an IV sticking out of it… that it was going to be a long day..

Day 8


Shit hit the fan.. my custies couldn’t get paid for their efforts.. the ATM went down… I had a lot of complaints that day.. people yelling at me.. people asking me why I wasn’t fixing it.. As if I knew how to do it myself.. but there was hope.. someone was coming to fix it so it would be up and running for

Day 9


Liars… fucking liars.. the ATM wasn’t fixed the person who answered the call saw the issue and couldn’t do fuck all about it.. custies thought it was all my fault personally.. I lied to them and didn’t fix it.. I must be a she-devil.. I broke it on purpose to scam them out of their money.. Yes… yes that is exactly it.. which is why there is someone in “The Cage” handing out cash…

Day 10


The ATM was still broken but that is no matter.. I have forgotten my login.. my prescription glasses & my middle name by now.. so I was going to do what I do best by this point.. chant to myself “Don’t fall asleep” until the end of the day and ignore what the angry customers say until I get home..

Then… he came


The one customer that came on the wrong day.. at the wrong time.. and said the wrong thing to the wrong person. “I’ve been coming here for years, I know what I am doing, you don’t tell me how to do my job you fucking new bitch”





I was pissed.. I saw red.. I snapped.. He listened.. then he left.. thanking me..

Day 11


There is no day 11! It’s my day off!


Time to sleep in!


Time to play with my kidlet!


Then she loses her balance..
And grabs me for safety..
Or should I say.. .. grabs my hair..


I get yanked backwards and I hear a grinding noise in my neck…


I can’t take codeine because I am allergic.. and since oxys are no longer available in Canada all I would get is Naproxen and a pat on the back..

So.. tylenol.. advil.. and time.. both days off.. and my next work day.. I can barely move my neck..

I delay my Avon delivery because I bus and the thought of taking a bus during construction season with minor whiplash is almost as horrifying as actually doing it..

Then comes today.. I finally get to the point where I can walk almost pain free and I call my Avon custie and tell her I am going to deliver her, her order. I am opening the box with her order in it as we speak..

Wait a minute.. All there is in the box is 1 single catalog..


So I find the UPS slip and have to take 2 buses to get to the UPS delivery drop off or walk 40 minutes.. ummmm… I think I’ll bus.. but first I need to shower.. I get ready and as soon as I am.. the kidlet is sleeping..


So I wait… and wait.. and tell my custie that my kidlet is sleeping and that I would grab the box when she woke up and bring it over..

Kidlet takes a 2 hour nap.. then takes an hour to get ready to go.. then I get the bright idea to multitask.. I load another buspass on the Presto card and buy some bus tickets.. then the kidlet gets hungry.. so we eat.. and it is 5:30pm and we still don’t have the Avon..

I finally retrieve it and call the custie on my way home so I can organize the orders and price them..

I tell her the prices.. tell her I am on my way if it is not too late for her (it is 7:30pm by now) and get going..

There is construction all around my neighborhood so I decide to walk along the river so I can avoid the construction.. at the half way point.. the trail by the river is closed.. and there is a detour.. which will add 40 minutes onto my walk..


I reach for my phone to call my custie and tell her… i left my phone at home…


Fuck it!

I give up!

I am done!

I have been defeated..

Defeated by the day…

I am spent..

I am going home.. curling up on the couch.. and pretending today never happened..


Soooooooooooo…. how have you been?

It’s not baby weight anymore.. I’m fat.

Oh my god what a horrifying thing to say!

Never call anyone out on their size.. it’s so NOT pc!

Well.. I’m fat.. and I know it.. so get over it.. fat isn’t a bad word unless you let it be..

My issue is that I got comfortable in my relationship.. we’ve been together for years and still love each other so much we are totally comfortable around each other..


It’s the 20th.. exactly 3 months until my next birthday.. It is time to start pushing myself..

I’m over 200lbs.. I need to lose weight.. I should be a lot smaller being as I’m only 5’3


I don’t plan on being the next “Biggest Loser” but I need to lose some weight.. and I am starting today..

I get so sick of:

I’m on my period.. period calories don’t count
I’ll start tomorrow.. I’ve already had a cookie, piece of cake, chocolate for breakfast

It’s so close to the end of the month I’ll start next month
I’m so busy.. I have no time to workout..

If I don’t make one excuse.. it’s always another..

Damnit I’m so sick of excuses, I’m doing it now.. today.. I’ve already gone for a walk and lifted weights so I can honestly say I’ve tried.. I’m not sure what I am doing for dinner, but I’m going to find something healthier than I did yesterday.. and that is all I really can do right this moment..

My Daily Routine

My daily routine at work has me standing most days anyway so I am going to start doing stuff to get my blood going at work.. like bouncing on the balls of my feet.. shallow lunges.. shallow squats… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand cut back on the sugar in my coffee.. with how much I drink I bet right there I’ve got a cup of sugar a day..

"Just popping next door to borrow a cuppa sugar."


I’ve got a low cal cookbook that I’ve been making a few recipes from lately





I’ve gotta say.. they are pretty amazing.. and a lot of them are surprisingly filling.. You wouldn’t think so since my family are all big eaters but we actually don’t overdo it with her recipes. I think I’m going to get all of Lisa Lilliens books, she is amazing.. I just wish she had less fake sugar recipes.. I find myself using real sugar for those because of that nagging fear of cancer causing agents in aspartame..

I know! I know.. before you start throwing interwebz links at me saying that it’s a fact that they aren’t linked.. I just want to say.. I’ve had to deal with cancer before.. it is in my history.. my family is chalked full of multiple cancers.. I’m not doing it.. I’m not eating it.. fact or no fact..

There is no proof that ibuprofen is bad for unborn children either, but I refused to take Advil when I was pregnant..

Proof or not. I air on the side of caution..

So.. I’mma hate myself for doing this but.. I’m going to post my stats.. and I will do this twice a month.. to monitor my weight loss and whatever else I’m supposed to monitor..

Bust: 44″
Waist: 37″
Hips: 48″
Arms: 13.5″
Thighs: 30″
Weight: 200+lbs

My weight isn’t accurate seeing as it’s 15:00hrs so I’ve eaten & exercised today so I’m just going to leave it at 200+lbs.. If I was sure what it was first thing in the morning I would have posted the actual weight.

I will be posting on the 5th & 20th of each month my updated stats to see the progress I’ve made.. I’m not sure what I really want out of this other than to be firmer.. I like being curvy, I’m not looking to be super thin.. I’ve been there before and was not happy because my life became all about counting calories and cutting carbs and monitoring every little aspect of my life..

I don’t want to go there again.. I just want to be happy.. and healthy.. and full of energy.. I want my active life back.. without the constant policing of my unhealthy past of dying to look the part.. quite literally.. Eating disorders aren’t fun..

Anyways.. I gotta save some of that stuff for the next bloggy-style with big mama.. so.. for now.. I’m off to do mom stuff.. I’ve been at the computer long enough.

Question: I have no question of the day this time around so how about you ask me one.

I totally forgot I had a blog


So much has happened since the last time I wrote a blog..

My younger kidlet is 2.5 years old now.. My previous jobs are history.. I’ve been working at my current job for a year and a half now.. I’m at my second location and am loving it.

If I had remembered this blog you would have had some interesting reading the last couple of weeks. Or perhaps that is just my vanity speaking..

My weight loss journey has gone no where since I started this blog.. I lack motivation.. My next attempt will come with a “Fake it ’til you make it” on it.. I will push though the hard days, the lazy days.. but for now.. This is my second day off in a row.. which means that I will be housecleaning.. I did the relaxing thing yesterday (sort of)

Does anyone still get notifications about this blog? If so.. how are you? What has the last year and a half done to you?

Catch me up.. I’ll be here..

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