Do you know how much I weigh?

I don't. After jumping on our scale like it was a pogo stick for the last 3 months, it finally killed itself. The last time I got a legitimate reading from it, I weighed 177. A few days later it declared I weighed 162. Unsatisfied with that result, I boarded the scale again - it read 195. Evidently I insulted it.

My husband, aka the destroyer, is down to 294.4.

We are continuing to lose steadily. I am sort of dreading the holiday season, not so much for the days themselves but for the inevitable abundance of leftover comfort food.

I have started some form of physical activity - zumba. I'm not sure how long I will stick with it, but for now the entertainment value is worth it. There is nothing like seeing 60 year old ladies with buttcheeks hanging out gyrating and doing pelvic thrusts to hip hop music. I participated in classes last week by 2 different teachers and observed a vast difference in the impact level. I am going to try to stick with the higher impact because I don't see any sense in paying for something (and did I mention embarrassing myself?) if it has only limited value in terms of exercise benefits.

There is some family stress going on right now that has resulted in random fits of eating, not necessarily overeating but just snacking. I won't define last night's trip to the Pink Crawfish as 'eating healthy' but for the most part the trend of avoiding bread, eating normal and somewhat healthy food, and abandoning leaded soda has continued.

All of that being said, I still think it would be helpful to have a scale (a functional scale) to gauge the progress being made - or lack thereof. For now, I will just base my findings on the size of my waistline, which continues to diminish as evidenced by the jeans I fit into after almost a year of not being able to get them up over my thighs. I will continue to wage my war against my husband, the destroyer, in an attempt to continue as the reigning champion in highest percentage of body weight lost.

Happy Turkey day fellow fatties. If you need me, I will be the one face-first in the bowl of stuffing.

The Destroyer

As of my last post on October 31, I had lost 13.6 pounds. Now, 2 weeks later, the results?

Well I have lost .2 pounds. Yeah. That's it. That means .1 pound per week. Impressive, I know. I'll give you a minute to recover.

(And for those of you with the karmic calculator, this is indeed my punishment for having bragged last time about how I was so awesome. I am still awesome, for the record, I'm just not much skinnier.)

My husband, "The Destroyer," has lost another 2.7 pounds. At least, as of the last time he weighed himself. He continues not to exercise regularly. Not that I do . . .

What happened? I don't know. I am guessing I'm within my normal point range. I have gone out to eat with my dad a few times and over indulged in seafoody goodness. And of course normal Mountain Dew when we're at a restraunt. Part of the problem is my work schedule. I work 10-2, which means I eat breakfast and then I get home well after lunch time. By then I feel like I am within breaths of starving to death. I eat around 3 or 3:30, and then dinner time comes at 5 or 6. Within a two hour period I end up eating two large meals. After a giant meal, two or three hours later I start thinking I need to eat to prevent malnourishment. The cycle is vicious.

I have been good with not snacking and also with refraining from drinking non-diet soda, at least not at home. I am only successful in drinking water at work half of the time. One of my major long-term goals is to increase and maintain the amount of water I drink each day.

Earlier this week I met a woman who shared that she had recently lost 100 pounds. I would have never guessed. She was a normal sized person. Not a size 0, not a size 28, just an average sized person. After losing 100 pounds! Just by walking! She said she didn't do it much, just on breaks and lunch at work, etc. I am really thinking about it, there are nice sidewalks and parking lots where I could walk even in inclement weather. I keep kidding myself that I'll get on the treadmill at home, but I never seem to make it past the well-intention part.

I would be happy to see 175 at this point, and even happier to get down to 170 and hold. It sucks to be stalled at this point when I'm so close to having lost a total of 15 pounds.

Until then, looks like I'm losing to THE DESTROYER.