The dreaded weekly weigh-in: week 19

Starting weight – 229.6 lbs
Last week – 215.8 lbs
This week – 215.8 lbs

Total weight lost – 13.8 lbs

Sorry for the late post — I’m still catching up from last week.

No change on the scale, and I’m OK with that. Usually, when I’m sick, any semblance of healthy eating goes out the window, but I wasn’t too bad this time around. I had a minor heart attack when I weighed myself at work for the Weigh To Go challenge, because it said 224 on the scale (+6 pounds from last week, which doesn’t even seem possible). I guess I was just super bloated at work? I weighed myself at the doctor’s and at home and it said 215 lbs, so apparently I just ate too much salt at work that day. 😉

I am itching to exercise like you wouldn’t believe. My toe is healing nicely, but the doctor said I can’t exercise until June 21. I’m going crazy! I don’t know how I went several years without exercising. I guess when you’re used to being a bump on a log, you don’t really miss physical activity.

I don’t think I’ve mentioned it before, but in addition to enrolling in boot camp, Zumba and the gym, I’ve organized a softball team for this summer. Team name? I’d Hit That. Not my preferred choice (“Balls Deep” was already taken) but it’ll do. I can’t wait to get out there and crush some balls!

Happy weekend, everyone!

Bat wings and double chins

I’m back, baby. That doozy of a cold took me out for over a week. I can thank DayQuil, Cup-a-Soup (not clean but cut me some slack here) and spicy Thai soup for finally making me feel human again.

I was struggling to think of a blog post idea this week, until I started bitching about my jiggly arms to my boyfriend. (I’m pretty sure he just tunes me out at this point.)

Just as every fat girl has that photo, every girl seems to have one (or 15) body parts that she absolutely loathes. Women (and men) of all sizes have body issues, but when you’re overweight, those issues seem amplified (for me, at least). When I was thin, I hated my small boobs (does 32A even count as a size?) and broad, linebacker-esque shoulders with a passion, but they never really bothered me to the point of embarrassment.

Now that I’m heavier, I not only hate my bat-wing arms, but I rarely wear tank tops because of them. I even try to position my arms in photos so they don’t squish against my body and look even fatter. It’s sad, I know. Also on my hate-list: my double-chin. My modelling days taught me how to position my face at a flattering angle — that is, when I know that a photo is being taken. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve thought, “Ack! I have five chins!” upon seeing candid pics my friends have posted on Facebook.

Insecurities plague everyone. Although it’s a shock to the ol’ sense of confidence (or lack thereof) when I look at myself in the mirror and see the byproducts of an unhealthy lifestyle, it just makes me all the more motivated to finally lose this weight and live the healthy lifestyle my body deserves.

I’m si-ick

Sorry for the lack of posts this week. I have a really bad head cold and love throwing pity parties for myself when I’m sick.  But really, this one’s a doozy. If it wasn’t for DayQuil and its nighttime equivalent, I wouldn’t even get through the work day. I’ve pretty much quarantined myself in my cubicle so I don’t infect anyone — so now they just have to listen to my constant nose-blowing and sighs of displeasure.

Pretty much everyone around me:

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I’ll be back as soon as I can. Promise.

Gluten-free is the new black

There’s a reason I’m a germaphobe — I always have random medical stuff happen to me. Last year, it was mono (the 80s called and want their disease back) and a huge abscess in my leg (hello, crater on my thigh). This year? I underwent the most un-cool surgery ever — a partial toenail avulsion (it’s about as pleasant as it sounds). Not only that, but I have a billion allergies (not an exact count) and various skin sensitivities, including eczema.

I’ve long heard the benefits of a gluten-free diet. So, for three weeks, I’m going to adopt a gluten-free lifestyle, just to see if it makes a difference in my health. I’m not doing it because it’s the celebrity diet du jour — my grandmother had celiac disease, and I’ve often wondered if some of my medical issues are connected to gluten intolerance.

The idea of cutting out wheat and the like from my diet seemed daunting at first, but then I realized that I eat primarily vegetables, fruit, lean meats, eggs and nuts. Other than the occasional sandwich (see previous post) or pasta dish, I don’t eat a lot of gluten products. I know there is hidden gluten in many foods, so I’ll just have to do my due diligence to ensure that everything I eat is actually gluten-free.

An added bonus? The Eat-Clean Diet has a ton of gluten-free recipes available, so I’ll be able to stick to my normal meal planning routine. Another perk? I still get to eat these bad boys a.k.a. a mainstay in my diet these days.

Anyone have any tips for easing the transition to a g-free lifestyle?

Sammiches, FTW

We all know them: people who update their Facebook statuses 10 times a day (or more, in some particularly annoying cases). I used to be guilty of Facebooking too much (and I’m still a hellava creeper), but I never updated my status on an hourly basis. Ain’t nobody got time for that.

One of my favourite offending statuses: “(NAME) just ate a really good sandwich.”

Normally, I could give two shits that someone ate a really good sandwich. It’s up there with finding out my friends’ kids pooed in their potties. But because I maintain a blog about weight loss efforts and food, I had to bite the bullet and share this with you: I just ate a really good sandwich. (I swear this is going somewhere.)

I’m not normally a tuna sandwich type of gal. Sure, I’ll eat them once in a while, but I still associate tuna sandwiches with disappointment, stemming from my elementary school days when I’d open my lunch bag, hoping for a glorious bologna sandwich or Lunchables make-your-own-pizza kit. Instead, I’d get tuna. ON WHOLE WHEAT.

I don’t hate tuna sandwiches with the burning fire of a thousand suns anymore, but I still wouldn’t say I like them. Today, however, I had a super big craving and ultimately created the best tuna sandwich I’ve ever eaten.

I mixed together tuna, Greek yogurt, a chopped up dill pickle, some Dijon mustard, a dash of hot sauce and a pinch of sea salt, then slapped it between two pieces of multi-grain bread with some leafy greens. Best. Sandwich. EVER.

So why did I feel the need to post about a tuna sandwich? Well, I know a lot of people trying to lose weight have a difficult time giving up fat-laden ‘wiches. You know — slathered in mayo, few (or no) veggies, tons of cheese, white Wonder bread.

Bottom line: Try experimenting with healthier ingredients, and you could come up with a Facebook-status-worthy healthy sandwich. Although I promise you, I won’t ever put that shit on Facebook.

The dreaded weekly weigh-in: week 18

Starting weight – 229.6 lbs
Last week – 218.0 lbs
This week – 215.8 lbs (down 2.2 lbs)

Total weight lost – 13.8 lbs

I’m back on track, baby! Had I not eaten some unhealthy food like homemade perogies and a McDonald’s pity meal after surgery, I think I could have lost a little more. Regardless, I’m happy that the scale is moving and that my pants are no longer cutting off my circulation because they’re so tight.

On a boring note, I had my surgery on Friday and it went well, meaning that in six weeks, I should be getting my ass kicked in boot camp once again. Oh, exercise, how I miss thee…

Always a bridesmaid

I’m not getting married anytime soon, but I swear I’m missing the bride gene. I’ve never been interested in planning a wedding. Like, at all. I would happily get hitched in a courthouse or drive-thru chapel in Vegas when I get married. (Sorry, Mom.) I recognize that I’m an anomaly.

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General disinterest in all things wedding aside, I’m honestly excited when I get the chance to be a part of my friends’ weddings. Over the past few years, I’ve been in two wedding parties and am in a third next summer, and two of my best friends will be engaged any day now. I’m so honoured that these amazing women have asked me to stand next to them as they marry their loves, and I’m more than happy to help them in any way I can.

There is, however, one part of being a bridesmaid that is less than fun for a curvy chick: bridesmaid-dress shopping. I know that in the grand scheme of things, my bitching about dress shopping isn’t important. I’m not trying to make a mountain out of a molehill — just trying to explain a very real challenge for plus-sized ladies.

It’s embarrassing when everyone tries on a dress and loves it — but it doesn’t come in your size. It’s defeating when everyone tries on a dress and it looks amazing on them — but less-than-ideal on you because it accentuates your armpit rolls and back fat. I speak from experience — and size 16 isn’t that far out of “regular” sizes, so I really feel for women who are larger than me and have to hear “Oh, I’m sorry, our sizes don’t go that high” more often.

Luckily, during previous bridesmaid-dress-shopping trips, I’ve discovered ways to (somewhat) hide my flab. (Strategically-placed ruching, empire waists and Spanx are my BFFs.) Also luckily for me, my friends are the furthest thing from bridezillas, so they are always very patient when trying to find dresses that look good on everyone, including me.

For the wedding next summer, I’d love to not have to worry about feeling like a stuffed sausage in my dress. My goal? To fit a size 12 bridesmaid dress and to have it fit comfortably (no sucking in allowed). I think that’s a reasonable goal for a wedding that’s still more than a year away, and I should be able to reach it, especially since I fit into size 14 pants this morning (kiss that, Jamaica weight).

Wish me luck!