Category: Facts and Figures



Anyone for superstitions?

Honestly, let’s just say I’ve never worried too much about breaking my mom’s back if I stepped on a crack!  I’ve broken a mirror and the following 7 years weren’t excessively unlucky!

So 13…despite all my common sense, there’s something about the number 13 that always seemed unlucky in my head!  I wasn’t going to party on Friday the 13th, nor did I want the 13th of anything for that matter!  Funny how that all changed in an instant when I jumped on the scale this morning!  I had lost 3.4lbs, oddly the same amount to the point that I lost last week, bringing me to a three week total of 13lbs!

When I say I’m pleased, clearly that’s not strong enough of a word!  I’m noticing less “biscuit dough bubbling out the can” (see yesterday’s post lol) already, I feel it in my jeans even after this small amount of weight!  And while a loss is truly just a number, to me it’s motivation!

So as you’re plugging away today, through whatever issues are weighing you down, look for that motivation wherever you can find it.  Our journey to a goal is never short, far from easy, but focus on that reward, that’s when it’s all worth it!

Well celebrating over for me…I’ve got some steps too get in!  🤗

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Well I’m making this one quick, taking a quick break to let everyone know how I did this week.

After being up a pound when i did a “spot check” weigh in Saturday morning (damn water retention), I was happy to see that I had lost 1.8lbs when I got on the scale this morning!   There’s nothing more motivating than seeing those numbers on the scale drop! 

This morning I was thinking about food.  I am learning that in order for me to succeed, I had to adapt a whole new way of thinking about food.  As I am more conscious of everything that goes in my mouth, I find myself noticing now that sometimes I eat when i am stressed.  I’m sure NO ONE can relate…lol yeah right,   I guess food always brings me comfort, and in those situations the worse for me the better I feel.  Twice this weekend I stopped myself from grabbing something bad for me just because I wanted it, or just because I thought it would make me happy.  Instead I’m focusing on how happy I will be when I hit my goal, reminding myself that all that food is going to do is prolong my goal, and that is one thing I am not willing to do again!

So let’s get it in this week…drink that water, hit the gym, I know I will be!

Happy Thursday to my trusty group of fat fighters! 

I think I had a breakthrough of sorts.  Well, not so much a breakthrough as an awakening.  I was trying to talk a friend of mine back onto the diet bandwagon.  She’s struggling to lose weight and keeps promising herself she’s going to work out, and never does it.  I can’t judge, nor I’d imagine can any of us.  how many times have we told ourselves with the best of intentions that we were going to eat better tomorrow, hit the gym later, etc, etc…only to never do it?  I can tell you more times than I have fingers and toes!

So I thought, I’m a responsible person.  I get up, get to work on time.  If I commit to something I do it.  If I tell my hubby I will bring home some milk, I bring it.  If I tell my mom I will come shopping with her, I go.  I’m not one to lie, I keep my word, and if I say I’m going to do something, I do it.

Except…with myself.

Why is it that I won’t hold myself accountable to myself?  It is because I can’t punish myself?  Is it because no one really has to know that I’ve let MYSELF down?  I was almost embarrassed when it became clear to me…the only person that I wasn’t finding worthwhile or important enough to keep my word to, was myself!  And that’s a jacked up thing to realize…sorry for the expression!

I had a good loss again last week, 2.6lbs, and I’ve been going hard to the gym on a very regular basis.  My eyes are open now and I realize that first I must value my word and my promises to myself, or what is the point of living?  So my advice to everyone is think long and hard about that.  If you promise yourself in the morning you will go to the gym after work…go as if the President was there waiting on you…race to that gym like you were going to lose your paycheck if you didn’t show up!  At the end of everything, if we aren’t healthy and taking care of ourselves, what can we be for anyone else? 

So push through the rest of this work week…enjoy the weekend!  I’m hoping that my little revelation will help motivate someone else to keep all those promises that we make to ourselves…even when no one else is looking!

It’s Monday yet again fellow fat busters!

We all know what this means…well ok, maybe none of you do!  But if you’ve been following along, that’s weigh in day here at Chesty Changes!  After last week, I was skeptical to jump on the scale.  I knew I had once again busted my butt working out, 5 days last week to be exact, but I also knew I had kicked it into gear the week before and saw only 1.2lbs fall off per my trusty scale.

Forever the optimist, I jumped on the scale hoping for the best.  It was hot and humid, I was worried I would be retaining major water, but to my surprise and delight, I was down 5lbs!  Yes that is 5lbs, not 4, not even 4.5, but a whole 5lbs!  After I jumped off the scale, I did my little naked morning dance of joy alone in the bathroom.  After being “plateaued” for a couple weeks, and off track for a while before that, I had forgotten the euphoria that a great loss gives you! 

Moving forward this week, my plan is to stick with the increased workouts.  I’ve weaned myself off white rice, and when I do carbs I’m doing brown rice or something else high in fiber.  I’ve left the potatoes alone for the most part, so I don’t know if that’s helping, but I think it’s just the discipline and continued hard work paying off.  I’ll end this post with a quote that I read last week.  I felt so bad about myself when I was off track and eating delicious crap…but any time I feel myself sliding, I remember this!  Hopefully it will motivate you all too!

“We must all suffer from one of two pains: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret. The difference is discipline weighs ounces while regret weighs tons.” ~ Jim Rohn

So, I sat there sleepily this morning…muttering to myself about how my thighs hurt from last night’s workout.  But I calmed myself down thinking, “Hey…it’s finally THAT TIME.” Weigh in day.  The one highlight of my Monday!  (Ok that, and Love and Hip Hop ATL, my guilty pleasure.) 

See any dieter who’s been there knows this feeling.  You know you have busted your butt all week, and you are dying to get on the scale and see that magic number go down, down, DOWN!  Well on I jumped…but instead of a great dive…my scale took a teeny skip.   1.2lbs….is this thing on CRACK?

Well, after drug testing, and even shaking my scale, it became obvious that the scale was NOT on drugs and apparently was in fine working order…who would have thunk it?  Now the first thing that I used to do when this happened was to get all down and discouraged, but this morning, a funny thing happened.  In my brain I heard “Well that’s still a great loss, and far better than a gain!”

I looked around the bathroom to make sure no one else was in there, and then had to pride myself on the fact that I, alone, had not for once beat myself up, and had instead given myself the kudos that I deserved.  I think we tend to be hardest on ourselves, not looking at outside factors such as humidity, bloat, or just simply blaming ourselves for the fact that our body didn’t drop as much as we should have. 

But not this morning…and I want you all to start doing the same.  Give yourself credit for the small victories.  Don’t let anything take you off track.  All this week’s minor weight loss did for me is push me that much harder to see a great loss next week.  It’s all about the small tweeks, and a tweeking is what I can do.  I’m taking an honest look back at least week, seeing any areas that I could have been doing better with, and making the adjustments today! 

Funny thing when you grow older, you realize that life is not always about coming in first…but more about making sure you stay in the race!  Keep truckin fellow fat fighters!  🙂

Now that I have your attention!

Well it’s Monday fellow fat busters…and hopefully you remembered, because I had almost forgotten, but Monday is my weigh in day!  I had gotten into the bad habit of jumping on the scale almost every day the last few months…watching it teeter totter and became a kind of a game…but a game I was not winning.  Even though I was breaking even, I had forgotten how much better that feeling of watching those numbers on a scale go down was than almost anything I could eat! 

Well when it dawned on me what today was, in my sleepy morning state, I was apprehensive to say the least.  Although I did well this weekend, I skipped the gym (yeah I’m human), and indulged in two cookies last night.  I mean, better than 10 cookies, and I had points for them, but I was still knowing that was not the best choice I could have made.

So I jumped on…held my breath, then blew it out (cuz air must weigh something) and waaalah, I had lost 3lbs!  I wanted to jump up and down right there on the scale, but knowing I would break it, I stopped myself. 

So we’ve made a good start…this week’s mission is to stock the house up once again with all the healthy foods I need to fool-proof my diet, and throw out all the badness that doesn’t mean me any good!   Tonight, “Operation Sweat and Swear” is back in effect, I will be sweating and cussing my way through a great workout…all with love of course! 

How was your weekend?  And who’s got some great tips for staying on track during the weekend, which I know is the hardest time for many of us!  🙂

Happy Diets to ya!

Chesty 🙂

I know you didn’t just “read” that title.

You sung it, didn’t you?  At least in your head.  I know I did when I typed it!  The classic Oreo song is embedded in my brain, and probably the brain of most red-blooded Americans.

So I’m on a diet you say.  Can’t eat Oreo cookies you say?!?  I tell you that’s rubbish, all rubbish! 

As a dieter, you can tend to start to feel as though you are in a food prison of sorts.  We’ve all been there.  You get into a diet plan, read all the materials, and they insist that you absolutely cannot eat sugar, fat, carbs, for fear of certain death, or a far worse fate…lack of weight loss.  While I agree that moderation of the things mentioned above is crucial for any weight loss, I take serious issue with the diets that restrict you to the point where you can’t even feel like a “normal person” when you sit down to eat something.

So we all know my goal while on this journey has been to try to debunk food myths, break down the foods that are healthy and great, and the ones that are good for you, but not so good TO you *evil eye to Kashi cereal box*.  I selflessly took on the world of reduced fat cookies this week, and put my bets on Reduced Fat Oreos.Studying the label, I will warn people once again that just because an item totes the “low or reduced fat” logo, doesn’t mean that it’s going to be much better for you, or that it’s actually going to be less calories, or Weight Watcher Points in my case.  For example, there is the same amount of sugar and carbs in the reduced fat Oreos, in fact slightly more, than there is in a regular Oreo cookie.  The fat is indeed lowered, from 7g for 3 cookies down to 4.5g for 3 cookies. 

So I got to crunching the numbers.  For those of you who follow Weight Watchers, this is a plus, you save one point, eating 3 reduced fat Oreos is 4 points plus value, while 3 regular Oreos comes in at 5 points.  When you are counting, every point can count.  But then came the important part, did they TASTE like an Oreo?  I mean, I’ll burn that extra point if it’s going to give me the proper taste and texture.

So bite I did…dunk I did…and I’m pleased to say that I don’t think I could have told you a reduced fat Oreo from a real Oreo in a blind taste test.  In fact they were so good my hubby suggested that “Maybe they just label them reduced fat, and they’re really not.”  I pray that the good people of Nabisco aren’t doing that…but I’d strongly recommend the reduced fat Oreos.

So there I sat, with my cookies and my glass of skim milk, feeling something like a little kid who didn’t have to think about calories.  I thought about them when I wanted that 2nd helping of cookies….lol…but I resisted, and felt much better knowing I’d have some there for tomorrow!  😉

Chesty Rating: 4.5  (only because it’s not a HUGE reduction in calories or sugar) 

Well…some of you are probably wondering where I have been?  I know the speculations…did she fall off the wagon?  Has she ballooned up to 300lbs again? 

Well, first off I’m happy to report that I have not fallen completely off the wagon…I was sliding for a minute, but I kept riding along with enough of a grip that thankfully I have not gained back weight.  Here is some recent “photographic evidence” from my little brother’s wedding a couple of weeks ago in Minnesota.  I’m proud of where I am…but not where I want to be!

I could claim I hit a plateau…yeah, a self-inflicted plateau.  See, what had happened was….all those good fatty foods that I had knocked off my radar started to creep back in.  I had a couple of months of a cheat here, and a cheat there, followed by enough days of good eating to get me back to my same weight.  To be honest I have been playing this yo-yo game since January…and looked up the other day and thought…this has GOT to stop. 

I’ve had loving and well-meaning friends and family tell me that no…I don’t ned to continue and knock off these last 30-40lbs…but in my heart, I know where I will feel comfortable, and I know I need to get there.  I’m not sure if it was all the compliments that I have gotten about my transformation, or just laziness that got me into stall mode, but rest assured as of yesterday…things are changing back for the better.

So last night, in 90+ degree heat, husband at my side, I hightailed it back to the gym.  I realized that was where my motivation, in large part, was coming from.  I had really been so focused on things going on with my family and life that I was not taking the time for me.  In my mind, I was taking the time for me by feeding myself all the badness I was craving, but I never felt “good”, even when it tasted great.   I know now that this journey will have ups and downs…let’s hope we don’t have any more of these LONG dry spells, but I’m proud that I nipped my lack of forward movement in the bud before I found myself gaining back everything that I fought so hard to lose!

So be prepared for many more posts…I’m going in hard…and let’s hope by the end of this year, we can put a bow on the gift of weight-loss that I am giving to myself!  LOVE to all of you for reading, and support!  MUAH!!

The Number Game

I never have been a fan of numbers.  I wasn’t a math wiz, and I don’t enjoy calculating much of anything! 

Well, I should say I didn’t…until now.  Not only do I love to watch the numbers on the scale drop, and add up the ounces as they fall off, but I’ve also realized the importance of my measurements.  When the numbers on the scale don’t move as quickly as you want them to, or don’t move at all, my friends who are currently maintaining their weight loss told me what works…and that was to measure.

Even if you don’t see a huge loss, if you are working out and really changing your body, the numbers will reflect that.  I didn’t do my first measurements until almost a month into my diet, but let’s look at the numbers…

 

09/19/2011

10/02/2011

10/30/11

01/02/2011

Total Inches Lost Per Area

Neck

15.6”

15”

14.75”

14.25”

-1.35”

Shoulders

45.5”

44.5”

43.5”

42.5”

-3”

Chest

48.6”

47.5”

46”

45”

-3.6”

Left Bicep

17.5”

16”

15.25”

14.75”

-2.75”

Right Bicep

17.6”

16.25”

15.75”

14.85”

-2.75”

Waist

42.5”

41.5”

40”

38.25”

-4.25”

Left Forearm

12.1”

12.0”

11.75”

11.5”

-0.6”

Right Forearm

12.1”

12.0”

11.5”

11.6”

-0.5”

Hips

53”

52”

51”

50”

-3”

Abdomen

48”

46.5”

44.5”

42.75”

-5.25”

Left Thigh

30”

30”

27.25”

26.5”

-3.5”

Right Thigh

30”

30”

27.75”

26.75”

-3.25”

Left Calf

20.25”

20”

19”

18.75”

-1.5”

Right Calf

20.5”

20”

19.5”

18.75”

-1.75”

Total All-Over Inches Lost

N/A

-10”

-25.75

-37.05

 

 It really brings it all into focus.   As I entered these numbers, I could not get over the amount of inches lost!  I’m super psyched about my abdomen, aka the fattest part of your belly, because that is my most hated area, but also the area where I saw the biggest weight loss!  I can’t wait to report back in February, but if you are just getting started, look at the small amount of time that you can commit and see a HUGE result!!

EXTRA!! EXTRA!!

I know it’s been on your minds…there have been many sleepless nights.  It’s just one of those things you think you will NEVER get an answer to!

Ok, truth is that you probably haven’t thought about my progress pants since last I mentioned them.  In case you had forgotten, let me bring you up to speed.  When we started in September, the pants did not fit…I mean like at ALL.  I could pry them just barely up over my hips…and they were no closer to closing than the two sides of Korea are at making peace!  About a month or so ago, I tried them on again.  To my surprise, they fit.  They did not, however, fit well, and I couldn’t wear them in public for the muffin top squeezed out of the top of them was not ready for prime time!

As I hit my 50 lbs milestone, I realized that once again it was time to try on the pants.  I looked at them, sitting innocently on a hanger, sucked in a breath, and carried them with me into the bathroom. (Heck, I needed privacy in case the results weren’t good.)  I slipped into the pants, slipped them up, and realized…these pants just SLIPPED ON UP!  I was able to zipper them without sucking in massive breath, and once zipped, absent was the voluminous muffin top!  After doing my own little personal victory dance, I had to take a picture of the moment.  I do have more than one t-shirt, I will say, but happened to have the SAME blue one on in both posts. 

So, with that mission accomplished, I am now plotting out what my next piece of progress clothing will be.  This part could get tricky, as those pants were the smallest item of clothing I owned.  I will have to go shopping, and am debating what size I want to shoot for.  I’m thinking maybe a cute pair of jeans in a size 14.  Might take me a few months to get there, but if we don’t aim high, who will?

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