Tonight I tried my first Zumba class. It was only $5 which was a lot cheaper than the DVD set I was going to order. And it was fun.
I will say nothing about the bag of chocolate chip cookies staring at me from the table next to me. It’s like snacks follow me like the dust cloud that followed Pigpen on Charlie Brown.
The instructor moved and shook her parts so effortlessly but she ain’t got nothing on my jiggly parts.
Considering I need to lose 25 pounds by Christmas I think I will continue on. That and a miracle ought to do it.
“Nothing says holidays, like a cheese log.” ~ Ellen DeGeneres
My latest diet that I have tried is the Digest Diet. While I like the diet, I didn’t like the fact that 2 weeks after I for my book in the mail, I get a bill saying I was overdue on payment when I didn’t even get one bill yet. I didn’t even get a chance to drop my first dress size and already I am overdue?
That hasn’t happened since my third pregnancy.
Just after my big rush to get my “late” payment in the mail, I get a note telling me I was overcharged and to ignore the late notice. Sure, after I sent my check and I don’t like rushing, especially to make payments. The note said not to worry because they will credit my account on my next order. A bit presumptions, don’t you think? Oh, I didn’t worry. Not one bit.
That only prompted me to call and demand my refund be mailed to me. I am anxiously awaiting my check for $1.24 now. You really don’t want to mess with me and my money. We are not easily parted and the cynical part of me wondered if the Readers Digest people do that to insure future orders. That would work with most folks but not with me. Humph!
But back to the diet. I do like it. Lost six pounds and the shakes are very yummy and filling. Too bad they messed with my money or I would have focused on the diet but maybe after I get my refund check, I can do a more explanatory review of the actual diet.
While losing 7 pounds in 13 days would make most people happy, and I am happy, but part of my brain thinks that I should be able to lose 30 pounds in 3 days.
Then I stopped to look at how much “bulk” that 7 pounds actually is in fat, like as in butter.
When you look at this and think of it coming off of your stomach, butt or thighs it is a enough to make one feel better. With my luck, my fat loss came off my teeth, wrists, knees, and elbows.
So far, the 17 Day Diet has my thumbs up. I am not as hungry as when on other diets and it actually seems to make the scale move in a relatively short period of time. These factors have made it somewhat easy for me to actually stay on the eating plan as opposed to past attempts that lasted for a day or two and then most of my family and friends found the constant drooling unattractive.
I am looking forward to the next 17 day cycle where things change up a bit. I never thought that a bowl of oatmeal would be so sexy. If I see another chicken breast I might go cuckoo.
And now, what am I going to do with all this butter?
“A fat stomach sticks out too far. It prevents you from looking down and seeing what is going on around you.” ~ Norman Reilly Raine
How sad is it when your goal pants have an elastic waist? I guess that’s what happens when chocolate is one of your basic food groups.
Five pounds down and another 20 to go before I even feel human again, my next goal pants are tucked in the bottom drawer, their elastic inserts waiting to not be stretched to the ripping point. I have a series of goal pants for each and every goal I have set that I have accumulated as I gained weight over the past 5 years. I like to plan ahead.
I survived the nieces visit this past weekend, but not the photos of me taken at that time. Rude wake up call sent and received. They were great but I have forgotten how hard it is to get your beauty sleep with little kids around.
And now vacation is coming and I hate waiting to go swimming until the rest of the family has had enough beer and wine to cover my multitude of sins. And then there’s that pesky keeping their drinks refilled thing that I have to make sure to do so they don’t get a good look at my condition in a state of sobriety. And they think I am just being a good hostess. (Can’t help think of Twinkees just now.)
And speaking of vacation, I had to buy a new Megastation floating island for the lake, but I went the cheaper route and got a Coleman thing that seats 6 and has 8 cup holders. I also bought a floating cooler that holds … well, I think you get the picture. It’s all part of the plan.
So is eating four small 400 calorie meals a day. I downloaded this 400 calorie fix app to my iTouch. Pretty cool and if followed, works. Maybe someday my goal pants won’t have an elastic waist.
Not thinking of that just yet. One day at a time.
“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.” ~ Robert Brault
Note to Robert – I am looking back NOW and see big things.
The good news is that my son told me that his Mohawk is gone. I hope he got that bold statement out of his system. And speaking of gone, my two girls have gone on a two week vacation to California, but not me. I am busy preparing a presentation that will make me sweat for the next two weeks. I also have to lose 30 or so pounds in that same time frame to be able to fit into anything that looks professional for that presentation. Either that or go shopping. For a larger size. Again. As of today, I am going Atkins for a couple of weeks.
This menopause weight gaining thing is for the birds and before I go all red and purple hat lady, I would like to have a few more years in regular clothes without existing solely on salads. My daughter’s cat, the nasty and ungrateful one we are watching for the next two weeks, is salivating all over the new bluebirds that have taken residence in our backyard. She had better not stain up my freshly cleaned rug with her wishful thinking and if she doesn’t stop hissing at me soon, she might be on a diet.
I have to text a photo of the cat to my daughter as she doesn’t trust me to take care of her. Lame. I would protest loudly but I will wait until she gets back and all is well because with my luck I would make a big deal about it and then some freakish and impossible catastrophe would happen with this cat, and I would lose all credibility, weak though it is at present.
Here’s to two weeks of no carbs and a bratty cat and hoping that those are the bluebirds of weight loss outside my window.
“By the time they had diminished from 50 to 8, the other dwarves began to suspect “Hungry” ~ Gary Larson