Overweight and doing something about it

I’m still here. Slowly making my way back to posting. Until then…. bullet points:

1. Dropped a SIZE

2. Same job, same shit, different day

3. No man

4. Turned 30!!!!

5. Hanging out

That’s it for now. Smooches

On Monday morning, when it rained hard, so hard in fact I thought it felt like monsoon. Traffic was horrific. Well, right before the Harry Hines toll plaza, my windshield wipers stopped working. Both wipers were just chilaxing on my windshield, at a 60 degree angle. They were taking a break, like they were employees of the US government or BNY. I was ok because traffic was stand-still and I could still see stuff, important stuff, like the barricades and cars in front of me. My visibility went down to .12% when traffic started moving, Stevie Wonder a better chance of navigating through the madness. So that’s when I freaked out, I literally started singing… “Jesus, Take The Wheel” and was on the verge of doing the ugly cry. I’m on the ramp to Harry Hines, and I turned on my hazards, thinking Oh dear, Oh dear what should I do. My options were to stay put until it stops raining and risk getting hit by crazy DFW drivers or continue on driving pull over in a safe place and risk getting hit by crazy DFW drivers in the process.
 To remind you, I couldn’t see doo-doo: Helen Keller, Ray Charles, and Eros all had better vision than me at this point. I could see headlights, but wasn’t able to gauge how fast the cars were driving. So here I am, crawling along with my hazards on and at critical decision making point in my life. If I make a wrong decision, I would die… it was that serious. Kind of reminiscent of the prison’s dilemma problem I had to do in college weighing the pros/cons in a four quadrant square. In college I had two weeks to work out the problem, however, on Monday I only had two seconds… but because I am brilliant this was an easy feat.
 So, I chose the latter and made my way across three lanes of traffic and pulled into Little Mexico Village, as I was driving, my low-fuel light came on. GREAT. I put my car in park and ravage through the make-shift storage area, formerly known as the backseat looking for an umbrella. Didn’t find one, but I found some towels and broken glass, but then I was like oh hell nah, I much rather be 1,259 minutes late for work, than to get wet over some BS, so I stayed put. I picked up my phone to call my insurance agent, and then SUDDENLY my wipers fell down to rest position and back up again. At which point, I became a born again Christian, but not until next Tuesday. They were working. Moving on!
 I didn’t want to risk anything else, and since I was already late for work I decided to get gas. I pull into the gas station right next to the American Airlines Center and started doing the Happy Dance, because the pumps were covered by a carport which meant protection from the rain. Or so I thought… The effing gas pump is not reading debit/credit cards at the moment, which means I must run from under my protection to the Cashier, which MEANS, I am going to get wet. So, as I’m walking towards the edge of the carport, I notice a man who is holding an umbrella, under the Carport. I was kinda ticked that he didn’t offer it to me, got even more ticked as I caught him watching the girls jiggle as I was running back. So I ran in, paid, ran back, pumped gas and got in my car. My Vdub miraculously morphed into an amphibious vehicle driving through the water that now covered the streets of downtown Dallas. As I was driving, I passed a stalled car in the middle of the street. The driver was none other than the aforementioned A-hole. Karma, ya’ll.
 There is no moral of this story as it is true and it is my life and you know I have no morals.

I had hoped by this point… My blog title would read: “Skinny and staying that way”.. or “Formerly overweight and loving it” or “Don’t hate me because, I’m thin” or … ya catch my drift.

The reality is, it’s been five months and I’ve GAIN weight. GAIN. Another reality is, it’s noone’s fault but my own. There, I said it. I’ve been lazy, unproductive, not very active, etc, etc. It’s funny what a month or so off a diet and exercise regimen can affect your progress. Ok - it’s not really funny, but a huge slap in the face.

As I embark on my weight loss journey AGAIN, I want to say I’ll be, more confident in my ability, but who knows. Let’s hope, I’ve learned my lesson. I need some positive vibes this way, por favor…

 Today’s workout:

Started with PhitNPhat workout Week 3.

Current weight is 189 lbs

Waist: TBD

Arm: TBD

Legs: TBD

TBD because I’m at work..

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Sorry, I haven’t blogged in over a MONTH. What the hell is wrong with me? Just keeping busy ya know.  I haven’t lost any weight, in fact, I’ve GAIN… Oh dear, but I’m ok with it, no, seriously I’m OK with it. Its what one should expect when she eats like a pig and doesn’t workout.

I fell off the weight loss wagon and am scrambling to get back on.

Where have I been? Ya, know.. I’ve been busy doing other things:

1) Falling in love

2) Falling out of love

3) Reminscing with high-school buddies

4) Connecting with people offline

5) Rejuvenating friendships, I’ve allowed to go south

6) Entertaining a move overseas to teach ESL

Anyhoo, I am back for now. My 30th birthday is in four months and I must look FABULOUS. OKAAAAAAY!! **Snaps finger in the air**

On a side note * I signed up for Gyminee, if anyone’s interested*

Also, if you wanted to know what I’ve been up to lately, you can follow me on my Twitter.

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I injured my foot Saturday… but I’m all better now. I think I lightly sprained it -if that’s at all possible. I planned to not work out at this week because my ailment, however, my foot felt all better when I put on my heels for work. Weird, huh… Well, I’m into my fourth week of PNP and pushing along. I’ll have to admit that I haven’t been so diligent with the cardio portion, but I have been more active. I’ve been taking Rocco on longer walks, 30 minutes in the morning and evenings and I figure every little bit counts right. And I’m losing weight and feeling thinner but just not as drastically as others, but I need to quit comparing myself. That’s a work in progress.

In other news, I’ve decided that tomorrow will be the day. The day that I quit smoking. Wish me luck, I don’t expect it to be easy as I have a very stressful job. I figure if I need a smoke at work, I’ll just go for a quick walk. Mind over matter.

… I wore a pair of slacks to work today that I usually wear once a week. As I was pulling them up, I thought, man I have a lot of room. Hmmm. Are they stretched out from the last time I wore them, nope I realized I washed them on Monday… They were loose because I’m getting smaller in my leg regions. YAY!!! The tummy area is still a little tight, but my muffin top isn’t as noticeable as it once was. Yay, again!

For about two weeks (really 2 ½ months), I’ve been dealing with conflict. Daily conflict involving life or death decisions.  It sounds serious and it is!

Source of all my mental and physical anguish: a $70 iron…

I know, I know you’re like girl please. McCormick get a grip, why you tripping? But before you get all high and mighty on me… hear me out.

Allow me to share my typical workday morning routine with you… Alarm clock goes off at 5 (only because the night before, I convinced myself, “I will wake-up early and workout” which by the way hasn’t happened yet, Lately I’ve opted for the noontime workout) Hit snooze about five times before I actually get up at 7, take Rocco for a quick walk around the corner, jump in the shower, pick out clothes to wear, iron said clothes, fix lunch, do hair and make-up.

Typical day until you consider this: My iron has frayed wires. So after the shower, I usually plug the iron in with my damp hands and wet hair. This means for the past two weeks, I received a daily shock and go to work with my hair resembling a cross between Scary Spice and Don King. Yep. It’s not pretty.

And since I am a SINGLE (any takers?) homeowner with a menancely mean Chihuahua, and bills out the wazoo to pay, getting a new iron is not a top priority. Femi, suggested I just go buy a cheap one from Target or Wal-Mart. Excuse me?

Ladies and Gentlemen:  Femi has lost his mind. It would be like going from first class to coach as Lil Kim once eloquently stated. My pricey iron has features, nice ones too, like a steam button, and a separate spray button, and automatic shut off features. The automatic shut off is my savior as I’ve been known to leave the iron on all day sometimes all week.

Here’s where Resourceful Me comes into the picture, I wrapped scotch tape around the frayed wires in order to plug in said iron. Then in order for me to unplug the iron, I shut off the power in my condo…. Reserve your judgment as I realized how ridiculous this is. So EVERY.DAY, I have to reset my alarm clock, the clock on microwave, and the timer on my AC, also the clock on my DVD and the clock on my Stereo. No big deal, right.

Wrong.

In order to ‘trick’ myself in getting to work on time, I need to set my alarm clock 20 minutes fast or 25 minutes fast or 30 minutes fast, you get the idea, right… Well, I can’t ever remember how fast my alarm clock is; so it’s resulted in me showing up to work extremely early. Once I think I accidentally set my clock one hour fast and showed up at work at 6:45am.

Crazy, huh?

Today started off pretty rough. Only because one of my coworkers who is clearly incompetent got a promotion. The women’s whose answer to everything is I don’t know.

As in:

Hey S. did you sign those documents?

“I don’t know”

Hey S. Did you get that wire out?

“I don’t know”

Hey S. Do you wipe your ass after dropping the kids off at the pool

“I don’t know”

So, I’m sure you can understand my perplexity over this whole promotion situation. A huge slap in the face

Anyway, so I’m in this horrible mood right… I needed a pick-me-up, so I went to the nail salon and got a pedi… driving back downtown, I caught a glimpse of the finest man on earth. Apparently, they’re filming Prison Break outside of my office.  Yahoo! Too bad I didn’t have my war paint on.

Started week 2 of the 12 Fat Blasting Program.

On Monday, I did the strength training routine, I need to up my weights.

Today at lunch, I completed a 20-min intermediate HIIT routine. I just have to say, I love the feeling I get after I complete an HIIT, I love me some endorphins.

I’m sure by now you’ve heard of the new weight loss drug Alli and the awful side-effects it causes especially the one about anal-leakage. Now, I’m curious, have you been witness to someone purchasing Alli? Well, I was in CVS the other day and the dude right in front of my bought some and all I kept thinking about was manpons. Thanks Big Black!