Jogging

Couch potato to 5k... I'm on week 1 day 3 and so far it really isn't that bad. I've enjoyed it so far. Lol!!!!!!

I weighed in again today!!! 240! That's 24 pounds gone. (Of course I started this on Wednesday and forgot to finish it, so it's really been two days ago!! Whoops.)

BMI- 45.3

In addition to the jogging, I've been doing 3 sets of 20 triceps extensions. My pops told me it'll tighten up my arms. Of course he told me this years ago, but he claims I never listen to him. HA!!

On a side note, I've been working very hard at finding a new job. My current one is just getting very ridiculous with task expectations. I was given 5 hours to do something that we started on Tuesday. Apparently it's still not finished today on Friday even though I haven't worked since THAT 8 hour shift. But somehow since I was the first person to work on that project, she got pissed at me. It's taken a lot of convincing (from myself while looking over an already tight budget on the home front) to not quit.

Other things going on... Peoria is flooded pretty bad. Roads are caving in, people can't leave their neighborhoods, several streets are blocked off, it's a little terrifying. Someone posted that our river floods at 16 feet, next Tuesday our river is expected to be 30 feet.

Boston was bombed on Monday and last night a few things went down where a cop was shot and supposed one of the bombers. I'm a conspiracy theorist. I'm just going to keep this one to myself.

Hello relapse!!! 2 legs, a breast, a wing, taters and gravy, 3 biscuits, 2 honey packets, and a handful of fries later...

Feeling over confident yesterday and tired of an indecisive darling never knowing what he wants to eat, I decided on chicken from Popeyes. And it could have worked... Had he not complained about wanting 4 breasts. Since Popeyes couldn't grasp the concept of substituting pieces, I ended up ordering a 12 piece, 2 giant sides, and 6 biscuits. At first I was ok... I only went over 300 calories. My daily goal is only 1220 right now anyways. And for those who don't read this, don't go saying that that's not right or that I'm starving myself. I'm 5'1" with a small bone structure. I don't need a 1600 or higher calorie diet. I'm doing good at this rate. Well, as I seem to have forgotten, after my dinner binge that put me over 300 calories, foods like that don't fill me up for long. By bedtime I was "craving" food again. His ass was in the kitchen and had laid it all out on the counter like an all you can eat buffet. I'm going to blame him because if he weren't such a fat ass who didn't care about himself, I wouldn't have all these temptations laying around, like the Oreo cookie binge. And also because it is just so much easier to make this someone else's problem. He doesn't understand that that's why I don't drink, that's why I don't gamble, that's why I don't do potentially destructive things when done in large quantities. I will destroy it!! Abuse it!! Shopping is like that too, but it's almost under the radar and sometimes I have resources for super discounted or free items like rewards through the jobs I've had and amazon.

Anyways... After two legs, a breast, a wing, taters and gravy, 3 biscuits and a handful of fries, I went over my 1220 daily calorie goal by 1224 calories with a grand total of 2444 calories for the day. Would be perfect if I was looking to gain weight. Even to simply maintain, I would have blown it. Yikes!!! I'm hoping from all the running around I did at work yesterday that maybe it'll counter some of
It. My acid reflux was there to greet me after the almost midnight binge session.

Update pictures

A goal happened today!!

After eating dinner, I felt kind of bad about no really getting any significant amount of exercise in today. Usually I ride my bike. Well today was super rainy. Sure I walked around the mall with my friend but we were not doing much but looking at clothes and trying on shoes.

Myfitnesspal is great because anyone that is my friend can see what I do and what I eat. Everyday. I'm fine with that. Sure I can hide my information but where's the fun and challenge in that?

I'm nazamataz on there if anyone who doesn't read this wants to add me!!

Oh oh back to my point!!!! My goal was to do 30 minutes on the elliptical. Being so out of shape as I was, I found out it wouldn't be easy which is why 30 minutes became a goal. I did 35 minutes on it today!!!! The only reason i stopped was because I'm scared of over doing it. Any amount of pain will scare me away from exercising. I don't need that right now since I'm actually having fun doing what I've been doing.

Since it was rainy, I turned off the lights to my "gym", raised the blinds, and watched the lightning while I pumped away. Sure I had my headphones on beating away to Robyn on pandora radio, but the calm outside my zone was pretty sweet actually. Ok. Done being a fitness geek. Good night!!

Yesterday's weigh in...

I hit 244 yesterday. That makes a grand total of 20 pounds lost since March 8th. And who knows how much in total since I didn't weigh myself at the beginning of the diet. But officially it's 20 pounds.

February 23rd I received two pairs of lane Bryant jeans. Neither fit me AT ALL! Well since then I'm not sure where one of the pairs went to, but the other, I wear all the time. Fits perfectly. Almost a little big. But that's fine. I'm good with that.

My bmi is down to 46.1. Still considered morbidly obese. But it beats the 49.9 I was less than a month ago. Updated body pictures are coming soon.

One this is for sure though, the black pants I was wearing in the first pictures are very loose on me. Almost unwearable!

Everyday I've been riding my bike. Not getting on the elliptical as much as I would like but it's been really nice out. Each day I do a minimum of 30 minutes. Yesterday was all gardening. I actually wasn't going to do that much. I went to darling's grandparents' house and used their scale which was really touchy and unreliable. It bounces around too much to pinpoint what I was. If I leaned forward it added 35 pounds!!! So I was bummed thinking all my hard work was for nothing. Went to my mom's where I normally weigh and sure enough it was 6 pounds different than what I was made to believe on the evil scale at Teta's. So my pops followed me back home and we decided to fix my front yard. Got a little (unwanted) sun. I like being pale thank you very much! Besides, I turn yucky red and then back to pale.

The big two oh!

Scale time!!!

I'm not fat?

I LOVE when people tell me I'm not fat! Then what am I? And what IS considered fat? I'm pretty sure I'm textbook definition of fat. There will never be a better example of fat than me. Quit sugar coating it for me because you are only pissing me off by obviously lying to my face. So if you fall down in the street and exclaim, "I'm drunk!", are you expecting me to say, "No, you are not? You are just clumsy today?"

If I openly call myself fat in front of you it's probably for one of the following reasons:

1. I'm trying to get you to laugh, which is ok because I want to laugh at me too. And making you laugh makes me happy. I did this to myself. I wasn't raped by a Twinkie.

2. I'm looking for size fat. That means that most clothes in stores around my town go up to a size 16 MAYBE. So obviously at a size 20/22, I'm looking for plus size and I'm too lazy to say "plus size". But the name plus size bothers me. There's nothing plus about being FAT!!! Also, everyone has their skinny clothes and their fat clothes. Wait! Did you just realize you do it to?

3. Big boned...? Do I really have to go there? I'm not big boned. I'm petite. Under this gigantic whale coating is a petite little shit who should be called a boney bitch. I measured my elbow at 90 degrees. I'm on the small size of petite when it comes to my skeleton. So technically, I'm worse than you think!

4. I may have been complaining about something hurting. As far as I see it, imagine little 100 pound girls carrying around a 150 pound man... All day... Every day. Do you think their knees will eventually start to hurt? Backs? Feet?

At 264, I was officially 3x the size of my friend Alisha. That means I was 3 of her. Three skinny chicks. Except I was holding two of them. When I see my sweet southern style Alisha, I cannot imagine her wanting to carry $30 worth of groceries let alone two versions of herself. It's just not possible.