Am I still fat? Yes. No revelation there. (I started this post over a month ago... read on)
This morning I weighed 169.1. With regard to being fat or not (still), I have to gloat for a minute. Near where I live, there is a county-wide weight loss competition. I am on a team with three other awesome girls. There are about 500 people participating in this event divided up into 66 teams. Our team is in the lead. We have lost 3.86 percent of our body weight. I hope the lard in my arse doesn't let them down and I hope we win that competition. We go to Zumba together and try to go to the weekly presentations. How awesome is that? In other news, I ditched the 8 hour per week "job."
So. To finish this thought. Now that it is almost May. AHEM.
While our group didn't end up winning, we did finish in 3rd place. Pretty awesome for 4 people who weren't psychotically dieting and using diuretics and laxatives to cheat. We just worked out and tried to eat responsibly. It ended 3 weeks ago and I still weigh 167 pounds.
There is not enough I can say about my new job. It is fantastic. I love it. They are good to me. They pay is fair and the hours are great, and I have summers off. And, there is a cafeteria so I don't have to make or even buy any food.
Just a few problems.
Have I mentioned the job is great?
It is. I'm not super-stressed out, or bored. So I don't feel like working out. Or doing much of anything.
Have I mentioned the cafeteria?
I am pretty lazy. If I have to make my own food or go get food (in the limited amount of time allotted for a work-lunch) I either won't go get any or I will only make a little bit - whatever requires the least bit of effort. But.
There is a cafeteria. The food is pretty good. And when I go for "leftovers" (clients eat before staff) I can serve myself whatever I want.
You might as well give me a backhoe to scoop up the food.
It's instant gratification. I walk in, I smell it, grab a bowl or plate and fill it to overflowing. And voila, lunch. I have enough time to eat all of that, and then if I feel like more get even more.
If I had to make myself ramen noodles or something, in the time it would take me to make and eat 1, I wouldn't have enough time left to make another if I wanted it. It balances out.
The bad thing about the job is I have to wear civilized clothes. Of which I have few. I am in between sizes and everything I wear either makes me look like a hotdog in the microwave about to explode or a highschooler dressing up in her mother's clothes as a joke.
I am not gaining left and right. I go up 1/2 pound or 1 pound, then back. Up. Back.
I've just felt the slow inevitable comfort setting in and complacency abounds. I've had to really drag myself to Zumba. It's easier to tell myself that I'm too busy or too tired or I'll go tomorrow. I haven't missed a lot. But that thought is already in my brain. "It's ok."
We also got a Wii. It's pretty fun. I'm not obsessed or skipping meals/shower/sleep to play it, but it is fun. The premise of the whole Wii thing was to get a Wii fit. But because everyone in the entire universe took their tax refund and bought a Wii, and then a back-up Wii in case the 1st one broke, there were no Wii-fits available.
So, a month later, and we still don't have a Wii-fit.
We do, however, have Wii and watch Netflix streaming on it. So I think that counteracts any benefit from Wii-related physical activities.
At any rate, I don't think I'm any further ahead or any further behind. I'm still here.
We'll see what happens when summer rolls around and I have nothing to do and all day to do it. Plus, we're getting a pool. Time to start moo-moo shopping now before they are all picked over.
