Cabin Fever = Weigh Gain

After two weeks of random weather here in Texas, my hopes is that I can finally get back on track with my diet and weight loss.
 I have to admit, being stuck inside because it was snowing outside was not as easy as it would seem. You know how I feel, when your cold you want to eat warm baked things or yummy calorie and carb- filled soups. The first week of February was much worse than the one day off last week. I found myself standing at the pantry door looking at everything inside over and over. Glancing at the pasta,which I haven't touched since November, and wondering how yummy it would be covered in Alfredo sauce.  (Not that I actually had the stuff to make Alfredo, but it was tempting.) We were stuck inside for 5 days that week. My slight stock up if diet friendly items went very quickly and before I knew it, I was wanting to make rice crispy treats. I'll be honest, they were delicious. I was careful to have any other starches that day, but I did eat four or five delectable marshmallowey squares.  I ended that painful week, up 2 lbs (that's what I get for making those damn Special K rice crispy treats...but it may have been worth it :) )
After careful placement of diet friendly appetizers at the Super Bowl Party that Sunday, I was ready to get back to losing weight last week. I did okay, I lost 1.4 pounds last week. I am sadly blaming that on the snow day in which I decided to make french toast for myself... I tried with out the syrup and that lasted all of 2 minutes. ( I was using 40 calorie bread and egg beaters...so it wasn't that bad)
With the first two weeks of February such a let down, I really need to step it up to get back to losing. I am down a little over 20 lbs and (in keeping my spirits up)I am also down 10.25 inches all over. So there is success in this little weight loss game, but not enough so far this month.  I would like to enter March ( month 5 )at least 30lbs down.  Someone hand me a stalk of celery!

A New Year...A Newer Me!

While running around the streets of New York City for a week, I  had several moments worth writing about. For example: I walked 20 blocks from my first cab, after it was pulled over, to my destination, I did  lots of fab shopping and oh yea,  I had  a day full of drinking Sangria on New Years. I am sure that no one is surprised at the fact that I lost weight while on my trip; I am pretty sure that's because I spent like two hours purging over my best friends toilet after brunch with bottomless Sangria. I also had the pleasure of spending that week with four super sexy gay men, which in a nut shell means we had celery for every meal. Not really, but I did at one point have to remind the boys that I was not suffering from an eating disorder and that I actually would need a little more than just a coffee to last me for the day.  My trip was amazing, I had great food (that wasn't too far from my diet, Thank you NYC restaurants), the best company anyone could ask for, oh and I bought super hot high heels.

After taking a small break from the life change I am in the midst of, I am back on my diet with a vengeance...well I was.
 Last weekend I had a moment. I found my self lost in translation or was that lost in a sea of Carbs. I had to travel for work, which is never easy, and I also ended up with some life altering news. Let me start the next part of my story by saying that everything is fine, and it will all work out for the better. But I will be honest, I let fear consume me. I went right for Italian and a bottle of wine. I was unstoppable. At the time I felt no remorse. But Sunday afternoon, after a trip home with PIZZA (which was thin and veggie but still pizza...oh how I adore you Katy) and Saturday full of bagels, Chinese food, a few drinks and yes more pizza. I felt like shit. I really let myself down. I want to be thinner and I was willing in a moment to gain those lost pounds back. It really makes one realize how I got this way in the first place, I guess how most of us get there. Just having bad eating decision after a night full of drinking after bad eating decision. No wonder this world is thriving on ways to help people lose weight.  I guess tonight, after three days of sticking to my plan again, I can honestly say its worth skipping on the bread or not topping something with cheese for long enough to get my weight under control. After all I am not doing this for anyone but me.  In all life decisions I have to remember that.
Now lets break this little plateau I am treading in...

A Short Trip to Houston...and I didn't gain a pound!

Well I have been tucked away for a while, but it is time to get back to blogging.
I have been successfully sticking to my diet for 6 weeks.  I am down just about 15 lbs. Man am I so glad to see them pounds go.  I will never see those again.
So What have you missed... Well my constant dodging of cookies, candy, and sweet carbs during this holiday season has been a bit entertaining.  Is it really necessary to have so many treats just because it is the holidays?  I mean really. Anywhere I go, I am tormented. All of the sweets are screaming at me to eat them. I didn't realize that the word 'holiday' was Greek for 'get fat'. I am totally making that up, but come on, every party you go too is deliciously catered with cheesy, bready, and high calorie treats torturing anyone that is attempting to lose weight.
I keep thinking that something will finally give and the party invites will end, but it appears the next two weeks will be just as difficult to get through as the last 4. Like today, today I had to be in Houston for a work training. I know that traveling in any form is not easy while having to make good eating decisions, but it makes it worse when we show up to the training and there are donuts, coffee cake, and sodas to get our brains moving. I was doing fine until about 10:00am, the five minute break starts and it appeared that everyone in the training grabbed one of those delicious, sticky, sweet glazed donuts. I know I was daydreaming, in my head...all the directors were singing 'I want candy' and licking the glaze off those damn donuts. I could hear them all saying... 'Oh..so sweet.' or 'yum, I might have more than one'. Thankfully it was just a daydream, only a few of the ladies were taunting me with the sweetness..bitches (Kidding Jen and Julie!) I feel pretty good about my day of travels, I admit I had a handful or two of gummy bears on the road trip back, but only in an attempt to settle my stomach that was twisting from the Chipotle salad I had at lunch. I think it might have been too rich for me.  I feel better after a cup of cleansing tea and my own bed... off to dream of sugarplums and gumdrops... I mean protein bars and water. I still have lots to go,  but I am determined to finish really strong. I have 10 weeks to go, and by then I will be 50 pounds lighter. Just wait for the whole new me...

I Chaturanga posed my weight down 2 more pounds!

I haven't done yoga in a while, I don't think I have ever been that hot! It was a burning 98.6 degrees last night at sun-stone studios in Flower Mound, and I was pouring buckets of sweat the entire 60 min class. I broke a sweat walking into the hot room. At first, my thought was how in the hell is 98.6 degrees going to be relaxing, but after lying down and preparing myself for class, I was loving it. Then it hit me, it has been a long time since I have bent myself into some of these positions.  I was pretty good about staying focused and breathing through the pain, but as my forehead had to make contact to my knee for the 4th time, I began to let the 60% humidity take over me.  I began to lose focus, I was standing in tree position trying to hold on to my soaking wet foot, then kicking my foot forward into whatever that pose is called, and a flush came over me. We were now at the climax point and I needed to lie down.  It is very hard to quickly cool your body in 98.6 degree heat.  I was sweating rivers of every inch of my body.  I think I downed my entire water bottle in 30 seconds.  After a few minutes, I joined the group for the remainder of class.  I felt so much better, even today I am feeling refreshed.  I allowed myself to cool off with a cold shower afterwards.
After a long day at the office, it was a relief to weigh in tonight and be back down.  Not only was I down the gain from yesterday, but I am down 6.8 pounds total. Woo!  I will be 10 down by the end of the week, fingers crossed...now on to my delightful dreams of the food I wont be having anytime soon...I can do this.

Today I'd like to spike a Tab with drano...

I get this yucky feeling in my stomach whenever I have to go to weigh in, which is probably really stupid because it is just a weigh in.  I want to scale to be lower than it was the last time I was there and for all but one day up until today it has been.  Today, of all days, I am up 2 pounds. I want to stop eating for the rest of the day, which I know is not good, but I can't help it. The stupid scale. I want a re-weigh. It was right after lunch and my clothes are a little heavier than usual, I mean I am wearing this huge sweater.  Okay the sweater is light weight, and I'm not wearing heavy clothes. I am just absolutely bummed.  I hate putting forth all the effort for the scale to be up. 

I know all of you have warned me that the scale is going to go up an down and to not get discouraged. I am trying so hard, what that worse part is, all I want to do right now is eat a cheese burger. Why is that? When we hit a low point, we want it to go lower.  I think it is just some sick way for us to see how much pain we can take.  Well that is it for me tonight. 2 pounds up. UGH! I am going to have my last carefully measured serving of protein, my last two veggies and then do 60 minutes of HOT yoga with my co-worker. Take that stupid two pounds.  Stay tuned the blog after HOT yoga is guaranteed to make you smile, since I haven't done yoga in forever. Watch out downward dog, lets do this...

On to Week 2

I feel like day after day this just keeps getting harder. I know I have the ability to get through 15 more weeks, but it will take every fiber of my being.  It was definitely a true test of my will being with family this weekend, as I endured another day of selecting dietable options off a restaurant menu.
I did the very best I could selecting blackened chicken and veggies, it wasn't until later this evening that I realized how hungry I was. I had eaten all my allotted proteins for the day and veggies. I was left to fruit, which isn't the most filling dinner. I have struggled through this evening consuming more than my share of water in an attempt to fill myself up.  While putting the dishes away I stumble upon a fortune cookie from a few weeks ago. I couldn't resist it tonight, not after the weekend that I have had. There it was staring at me, taunting me.  I could blame it on the need to read my fortune, but no I was hypnotized by the delicate sweetness of the Chinese food dessert.  I slowly devoured every bit of that damn cookie. I didn't need it, but I couldn't help myself. I cheated. With a damn fortune cookie. F-ing cookie.

In an attempt to make up for it,  I took a long walk with my dog tonight. I can't beat myself up for too long. It was just a tiny cookie. It did have a pretty good fortune.

Ok lets do this week two!

The holidays are closer than they appear...

 I am being extremely creative when it comes to dish choices and favors that I can have.  I guess the hardest thing about day five and six was that I spent it with family members that aren't on a diet.  It made me realize that the holidays are right around the corner.
Now, I love love love my family, so don't get me wrong; but dinner friday night while my parents enjoyed a pizza from the neighborhood delivery was painful.  There I sat across the table from a large extreme garden veggie cheese covered pizza. My mouth watered the entire time while I was quickly stuffing my salad down so I could escape the fire burning temptation of PIZZA.  Of course my adorable mother was trying so hard to tell me how proud she was of me for sticking to it, and of course all of that proud of me talk was while she ate the pizza that I will now be craving for 16 weeks.
Today was much better. I convinced the family to have veggie omelets for breakfast, something that is on my diet, and the day cruised on from there. My older brother and his wife are here for the weekend; which means I have more eyes to impress with my will-power and amazing determination to stick with this plan.
Lunch was less difficult than I thought it would be at a mexican restaurant, I wasn't craving the tortillas and chips near as much as the other night.  I followed my plan and didn't miss a drop of water.
It wasn't until this evenings short trip to the mall that I even really remembered that I was dieting. That is when it hit me. Thanksgiving is in like 20 days, and Christmas is right behind that. A time when everyone keeps adding to your plate and sugar fills the air.  I think I will gain 5 pounds walking in to the house filled with treats and pies. Not to mention cornbread dressing and gravy. I can eat the turkey, but that might be the only thing on this diet that we actually serve at Thanksgiving at the Landry-Morrow house.
I am open to suggestions from anyone that has done a strict diet over the holidays for how to actually get through this. All I can think about now is pumpkin pie and candied sweet potato casserole... oh hell