But onto this evening's post. You'll recall that I have started a love-hate relationship with my fuckmill. Yes, of course you remember. And you'll remember from this post what my weight was not too far before that. So now you are caught up. But before I give you the number of my this week let's recap what activity I've had, shall we?
In 30 minutes a night I've gone (as far as distance)
Saturday 2/6: 1.5 miles
Sunday 2/7: 1.5 miles
Monday 2/8: 1.5 miles (even though my face felt like it was going to fall off from earlier dentist visit)
Tuesday: 1.576 miles
Wednesday: 0. I was a fat ass that day
Thursday: 1.567 miles (even though I went to the hospital to visit my friend and her new baby. Whom I've thought about stealing. He's THAT cute.)
Friday: 0. Again, I was a fat ass but I was on a date and didn't eat much all day. That counts.
Saturday: 1.753 (thought I was going to die walking at a 3.4 mph pace)
Sunday: 1.779 (thought I was having a heart attack because like an idiot I tried 3.8. Not good)
We also need to take into account my food this week. I ate like shit for lunch. As usual. But I also eat little the rest of the day. So today for instance. I had exactly 2 almonds for breakfast, water, 12 ounces of Pepsi, two slices of pizza, and more water. I'm starving. But I also realize I'm probably at a million calories because of my pizza. So I'm really hungry. I've been hungry all week.
So without further ado.. the number this week is: 174. What does this mean, lamb whores? It means since my last post about weight (January 23) have lost 5.2 pounds. And from where I started my first half ass attempt at doing anything I've lost 9.6 pounds. Um yay. I'm almost to my first goal of 15 pounds. Totally do-able.
I also notice I am STARVING after I exercise. Like I am dying for a mother fucking taco and some god damn potato oles but it just isn't happening. BECAUSE....
I BOUGHT MY FAT GIRL BOOTS! And a dress to match. You'll recall on my date I was on the quest for some hot boots but discovered I'm not skinny and my calves are apparently not skinny and then I almost had a breakdown in the shoe store?? Well I didn't mention that part. But it's true. I was sad for me and my apparent fat legs.
Well bow down bitches to my new boots!
You're jealous aren't you? You should be. I am going to be the mother effing hotness in these. AND I found a dress!
You may not realize this about me but I *adore* wearing skirts and dresses. I have a hard time finding ones that look cute because I'm short (I'm only 5'3 yall....and no--don't check my BMI. I already know. Thanks.) But this one I tried on and it's fabulous. Jennie tells me that this is supposed to be worn with leggins (which are awful, hideous and NOBODY should wear them. I don't care how skinny you are. You look like a Walmart Princess. I don't care how much you spent on them). But since I'm short it comes to just below my knees. It's cute. And my boobs look fabulous. I don't think we'll have any accidental pop-outs. Which is a bonus. AND I look like a skinny mini. To me at least. But I like it, and I look great.
But I can wear my new boots (Zappos assures me they are on their way..) or some heels. Versatile. Loves it.
So now that I have my boots I need a hot pair of jeans and a shirt I can rip up. Yes, I buy clothes at full price to often mutilate them. I am going to be the hottest chick in the balcony above the balcony behind the stage at the MUSE concert in Chicago. It'll make up for our shit-tastic tickets. Yay.
By far the hardest part of the weight loss is staying on the fuckmill the entire time, trying to go further and faster, and not eating a ton of pasta. Pasta is my weakness. (And let's be real- the crispy chicken sandwich with no mayo, large fry and coke from Wendy's is too.) Tomorrow we're having spaghetti (which I make killer spaghetti...) and so I have to limit myself to a small portion. (insert sad face here)
The other hard part is really no encouragement from the hubs. He really could care less. Except the fuckmill is loud (not my fault) and it interferes with his stupid john deere computer game.
I should say here that I am seeing progress. Some pants are already looser, some shirts are looser, I'm for sure a 36D bra (went down from sometimes a 38D depending on bra), and my thighs are firmer. So it my ass. My calves are the hotness. Progress is good. Even if I do feel like I'm going to puke all over my bed when I'm done.