Weigh To Go

Every spring, my work hosts a weight-loss challenge called Weigh To Go. Basically, teams of four or five people weigh in every week. The more weight you lose, the more points your team earns. Whichever team has the most points in three months wins cold, hard cash.

Some people have issues with others knowing their weight. I’ve already broadcast my weight and associated struggles on this blog, so I don’t really care if my co-workers know that magic number.

What I like about this challenge is that it doesn’t focus entirely on the scale. We also get points for participating in healthy living challenges, like sharing a healthy recipe with other co-workers. I wish we could also focus on inches lost and muscle gained, but I think that would makes things a wee bit complicated.

It’s so on.

I’m competitive by nature. Maybe it’s Only Child Syndrome; maybe it’s because I inherited my competitiveness from my dad. I will do anything to win. Essentially, this is me:


I’ll post the occasional update on this blog, along with my regularly scheduled Monday weigh-ins. Let the battle begin!


The dreaded weekly weigh-in: week 16

Starting weight – 229.6 lbs
Three weeks ago – 210.8 lbs
This week – 218.4 lbs

Total weight lost – 10.2 lbs

In a matter of three weeks, I managed to regain, like, eight pounds. Thanks, Jamaica.

Of course, I’m not trying to pass the blame. I know full well what happens when I travel — thankfully, I generally lose what I’ve dubbed the “too-many-rum-punches pounds” pretty quickly.

I hate being overweight in the summer. During the winter, it’s actually kind of beneficial — that extra layer of flab keeps me nice and toasty when the weather reaches a lovely -30 degrees. But summer is an entirely different story. I sweat like a mofo already, so carrying an extra 80-100 pounds makes me pour buckets.

You know that saying: “Sweat is just your fat crying”? Well, if that’s accurate, my fat has some serious PMS and/or emotional issues.

I’m ba-ack

Did you miiiiiss me? I actually missed blogging. For real. I was even tempted to post an entry while I was in Jamaica, but the ocean (and rum punch) called.

In short, Jamaica was a-ma-zing. I love it there. My health seems to agree with it too (though not my waistline) — my hair and nails were stronger, my eczema cleared up significantly and other health issues virtually disappeared.

The downside?

Man, did I eat. It was almost like a week-long binge, so much so that by the last two days, I wasn’t even eating because I was hungry — I just kept shoving food down my throat because it was so delicious. In theory, fresh seafood, jerk chicken and tropical fruit shouldn’t be that bad for you, health-wise. But when you eat the equivalent of a small child every day, it certainly isn’t healthy.

I weighed myself when I got home and almost cried when I saw the scale. You’ll see the exact number when I write the Dreaded Weekly Weigh-In post tomorrow, so I won’t bother posting it now. But you know what? Shit happens. Every woman has her ups and downs when she’s trying to lose weight, and I’m no different. I need to stop beating myself up every time I gain a few pounds back. Realistically, this won’t be the last time it happens.

I missed clean eating, and I can’t wait to get back on my plan. Summer’s quickly approaching, and I’d like to be down 30 pounds by July 1, something I think is more than attainable. I refuse to spend another summer sweatin’ my ass off because I’m carrying so much excess weight. 

Beach body, here I come!

Yeah, mon!

I’m headed to Jamaica for one week of eating, drinking and soaking up the rays in Runaway Bay. I’m sure I’ll come back a few pounds heavier, but hey, you gotta live a little, right? I’ll be back to my normal posting habits when I return next Wednesday.

I can already feel the rum calling to me…

I’ll drink to that

One of the things I’m finding most difficult about clean eating is cutting back on booze. I know, #firstworldproblem, right?

I’m by no means a huge partier (instead, I’m a 26-year-old who knits and drinks tea while she watches Law and Order: SVU), but I do like my Caesars and Long Islands on the weekends. Aw, hell, even on the occasional weeknight.

I haven’t eliminated alcohol from my diet, even though alcohol is a no-no in the clean-eating world. I’ll have a drink or two (or ten) in a social setting, health be damned, because I feel lame when my friends and I go for drinks and I order “vodka and water, hold the vodka.” (And no, this isn’t a peer pressure thing.)

As with any other cheat, moderation is key. If I have a few drinks at a party, I’ll be extra careful with my diet or work out a little harder for the next few days. Even so, I’d like to cut down on booze even more. Those empty calories are not helping my wobbly bits, nor is the McDonald’s I inevitably consume when I’m slightly intoxicated.

So, fellow bloggers, what kind of tips can you offer a girl tryin’ to cut back on the sauce? Any suggestions would be mucho appreciated.

The dreaded weekly weigh-in: week 13

Starting weight – 229.6 lbs
Last week – 212.2 lbs
This week – 210.8 lbs

Total weight lost – 18.8 lbs

Well, spank me and call me Nancy. I managed to lose some of the weight I regained, despite having a few unintentional (oh, who am I kidding — intentional) pig-outs on chips, a gyro and pizza. (Hey, it was Wrestlemania and I was surrounded by six men. What kind of food do you think was around? Salads and almonds?)

I’ve settled back into my clean-eating routine and boy, am I happy. I never noticed the effect that junk food has on the body until I started eating clean. When all you eat is junk food, you’re used to feeling lethargic and bloated. Now that I eat clean most of the time, the lethargy that comes with my cheats is a real kick in the pants. And, as an added bonus, I’m probably even more of a hypochondriac than before. (Me: “I’m so tired — I must be getting sick!” Boyfriend: “You did just eat half a pizza. And a bag of chips. And wings. Relax.”)

My trip to Jamaica is next week, and I’m pretty damn happy with my results so far. Though I’m still far from having a bikini bod, at least people won’t run screaming in the other direction if they see me in a bathing suit (kidding!). I’m gonna rock my smaller waist and belly, and own my always-fabulous ghetto bootay.

Until next week,
Your soon-to-be-former fat girl

Miss me?

Sorry for the lack of posts, people. I’ve been working a stupid amount of hours on freelance work in addition to my full-time job, leaving me with zero energy or motivation to work on this blog. But don’t worry — I swear I’ll be back to my normal posting habits soon. You can’t get rid of me that easily. 😉

I’ve already posted a few dinner recipes and now have a ridiculously easy breakfast recipe for you. Let me preface this by saying I used to hate breakfast. I was never hungry when I woke up, leading to bad things later in the day (like 11 a.m. pig-outs on cupcakes. Seriously.).

Once I got in the habit of eating breakfast, however, it was an entirely different story. Now, I can’t function unless I have something in my belly within an hour of waking up. If I’m in a rush, I’ll grab something quick ‘n easy, like a banana and a spoonful of almond butter. If I have more time, I’ll prepare an egg-white veggie omelette or oatmeal (real oatmeal, not that packaged stuff laden with sugar), topped with ground flaxseed, cinnamon and berries. *drool*

This weekend, I tried making a clean version of french toast, which made for a pretty yummy Sunday-morning treat. I present to you…

Clean-eating french toast (cut me some slack, I couldn’t think of a more original name)

Two slices of multi-grain bread (or sprouted, whole-grain, etc.)
Four egg whites
1 Tbsp pure maple syrup
1 tsp vanilla extract
More syrup for topping
Raspberries (or berries of choice)

1) Combine egg whites, maple syrup and vanilla, then whisk.
2) Place each bread slice in the bowl to soak up the deliciousness. Ensure that each side of the bread is coated.
3) Plop the bread on a pre-heated griddle or frying pan (I used the latter) on medium heat, then cook for about four or five minutes, flipping once or twice until you see that nice toasty brown colour on each side.
4) Top with remaining maple syrup and berries.
5) Enjoy.

My boyfriend loves three things: video games, Cookie Monster metal (look it up) and raspberries. I was pretty sure he’d like this recipe, and I was right. He even said incredulously, “That was CLEAN?” I think it will be a weekend staple for us.

(Don’t think I’ve reneged on posting my weekly weigh-in, either. I’ll post that tonight or tomorrow. I may have some explaining to do…)