Dr. Leo Marvin!

Well, I dropped the 1.8 pounds I had gained last week and I am back to exactly 175.8. I’m running making the huge losses I saw in the first week, but I’ll take the baby steps to my goal.

I did a lot of eating over the weekend, as anticipated, but I could have (and in the past, would have) done worse. This week will take some serious strategic planning, especially with the annual family boot hockey game (and chili chow down) on Saturday. My plan is to bring the ultra-addictive Old Dutch puffed caramel corn that I’ve been running into EVERYWHERE this winter, and one other secret sweet treat, and then play as hard as I can so I don’t feel too guilty.

On the upside, it’s snowing like crazy and is forecasted to continue into tomorrow, so I have ample shoveling in my near future to burn a calorie or two.

Live, love, lose.

Why is it that most days I eat lunch at my desk or run errands by myself but as soon as I try to lose some weight, friends are crawling out of the woodwork to try to get me to go out for a meal…?

I now have three lunches next week and one (so far) the following week.

And I’m up 1.8 pounds from yesterday.

I’m crawling back under my anti-social rock until I get to my goal weight.

Live, love, lose.

This morning found me stripping myself nearly naked in the back room of my company’s learning center, which is the odd place where they’ve chosen to locate the scale, trying to eek out anything but a gain.

And I managed it; 0.2 pounds less than yesterday, which puts me back to where I was on Tuesday. It was probably cheating buy my brain couldn’t take a gain today. I had dinner out with a friend last night and a gain would have scared me out of wanting to eat out, AND I had a lunch meeting today, AND dinner plans Saturday, AND brunch plans Sunday, AND now lunch with friends THREE times (which is really not normal for me) next week.

The ANDS are never-ending so I need to find a way to be okay with them.

At any rate, a loss it is. And I’ve now slowed to losing weight at the same rate I am losing my mind.

Live, love, lose.

I had a minuscule gain today (less than 1/2 pound), so maybe I don’t have a terminal illness and I’m actually losing weight because I’m working for it. I’m okay with the gain because I’m eating so much better and I’m moving so much more than I have for several months.

I’m having dinner with a friend tonight, but it’s early enough that I should still at least be able to squeeze in the 25 minute pilates work-out when I get home. The website doesn’t have nutrition info so I’m going to just have to use my best judgment, which sometimes gets me into trouble, but I’m going to skip the YUMMY hibiscus lemonade that I love so much. Just extra $$ and extra cals.

Maybe I can get in some good snowshoeing this weekend to burn off some of tonight’s dinner.

Or maybe I’ll see if the Minnesota Wild will let me spend some ice time with them, to prepare for the annual family boot hockey game which is on 2/13. The only upside to being a little overweight right now is that there’s some built in padding. Which I’ll need. My uncles won’t hesitate to check their opponents into the cheap seats (the snow bank).

Live, love, lose.

…I’ll have lost 115 pounds by my goal date of April 30.

I’m down 8.6 pounds since I started. CRAZY!

But, if the weight loss gods are listening, I’m absolutely not complaining (although the phrase “terminal illness” has crept through my mind once or twice).

I’ve been watching my calories pretty closely and keeping them between 1,300 and 1,500 daily. I’ve been exercising (pretty much) daily, even if it’s just a short work-out. And shoveling has helped; I got in 30 minutes of that at 5:30 this morning and sort of realized that if I can get up early to do that, I can get up early to do a pilates work-out…

The Baron is back on the road and the diet/exercise is always easier when he’s gone but I have two dinners and a lunch this week, so I’m going to have to be very careful about my choices. I don’t want to plateau or gain this early on.

I’m feeling super motivated now and I can’t wait to report the next 8.6 pounds lost.

Live, love, lose.