Blubber To Runner

‘Hello, everybody…’  (If you were a fan of my former podcast that would be very funny to you…)

:^D…

So anyway – I’m still fat.  DAMMIT! 

Kidding… well, not about still being a man of larger carriage… but I was just playin’ around a little.  Seriously though, I’m down 46lbs at this juncture which is approximately the weight of my beautiful goddaughter Eva.  She had realized I was getting “better” as she puts it, but when she was informed of this particular fact she had the stereotypical 5 year-old ‘OH… MY… GOSH…’ look on her face like somehow I ate a kid just like her and then decided to simply give her back to her family.

Now – for the most astute of my blog readers, you’ll realize it’s only 2 additional lbs in the last 2.5 weeks since the last time I let y’all know how I was doing, when I had been averaging around 4 lbs/ week prior to this… this… lull I guess.

Now, to me, this is a HUGE pile of suck.  I still look like I’ll be giving birth any day now so in my head I should be droppin’ this weight at around 4-5 lbs. each weigh-in.  The ladies at Weight Watchers should simply be in awe of me and my weight loss prowess.  But guess what?  That’s not the case right now:

‘you lost .6 lbs, nice job’,
‘a pound and a half, nice job’. 

THAT’S IT?!?!  WHEN IN THE HELL AM I GONNA GIVE BIRTH TO MY GODDAUGHTERS NEXT 50 LB FRIEND?!?!

Now, I know there have been some factors that have caused it, so I don’t want to get TOO concerned with everything… but seriously, I’m becoming obsessed with losing weight.  I weigh myself every day… OK, let me clarify – I weight myself 5-6 times every day.  I won’t eat if I’m not happy with what I see.  I work out if I don’t like the number, then weigh myself again to see the improvement.  I weigh myself before I go to bed, when I wake up, after my ‘Dr. Natura appointment’ (click the link to get a better idea… and click at your own risk), after meals… I need to figure out why in the heck the weight’s not falling off!

Guess what, Dummy… IT’S NOT GONNA IF YOU KEEP DOING THIS.  I always need to remind myself that it’s gonna plateau, and that 2 – 2.5 lbs a week is a great and healthy way to drop this weight.  The first few weeks are great when you dropping a bunch of weight, but eventually it’s gonna be less – and its not a BAD thing… it’s the RIGHT thing.

I need to keep eating right and following the plan… nice breakfast, filling lunch and a healthy light dinner.  I need to keep working out – running 3-4 times a week and mixing in my old friend P90X for good measure.  All of these are all back on track, going well again and I can tell I’m gonna have a great week and a positive next weigh-in.  But there’s one more thing I absolutely, positively needed to do.

I needed to get rid of my scale.

Seriously – what in the heck am I doing gettin’ on that damn thing so much?  I have enough shit in my head to deal with without worrying about all of the crazy thoughts a simple number can create for me every single time I see a number I don’t like – that may or may not even be right (I have hopped on my scale and gained 2 lbs in 15 minutes w/ o doing ANYTHING… I’m not kidding).  It’s one of the stupidest things I can do, and no matter how many times my Mom, my friends, my readers etc. yell at me… I still get back on it.

Well – NO MORE.  I Timberlake’d my scale… ‘you’re Gone’.  N’Sync’d that biatch… ‘Bye Bye Bye’.  To be honest, I wish I had some other witty songs I could equate to getting rid of my scale that didn’t involve former Mickey Mouse Club members but for some reason I’m drawing a blank right now.  Y’all get the picture though.  No more scale… too much of a mind-screw to throw me off my game after everything I’ve already worked for.  The only time I will know what I weigh is when I weigh-in every Monday… which is one less thing for me to worry about, which is NEVER a bad thing.

Don’t ever forget that if you’re being healthy and doing things right, results WILL come.  The level of results may change from time to time, but remember that YOU’RE changing at the same time, so things HAVE to change with you.  And don’t ever… EVER get discouraged.  If you’re doin’ it right, you’re gonna get results.

I step off my soapbox now, and look forward to a weekend of running on The Mall, catching my godson’s tee ball game (with bases that make noise… I have no idea what that means, but it’s intriguing enough to get me there at 10a on a Saturday) and checking out a brand new church (remember – getting back in touch with my faith is a focus for me).  I hope you all have an awesome weekend… I’ll chat with yas next week!