HUZZAH

Ask, and you shall receive Kris!

when are you going to write again biatch?

That would be right now. :P

So. I hit a huge milestone today.

I weighed myself before my shower, and I am now at 149 pounds.

This is the first time I've been below 150 in I can't even TELL YOU how long.

So clearly I need to celebrate.

Oh yeah. Time to raise the roof, put on the jams, and Snoopy Dance this mother out.

*Shimmy*

On The Road Again...

And less than a month later the kid comes back again!

So I remembered a bit more swiftly this time. Let's call it growth.

Except it's not growth at my waistline. :D

That's right bitches, who has two thumbs and has lost weight?

This chick right here.

I'm still around 150 pounds, give or take a pound or two, but I've lost an inch and a half from both my waist and hips.

While I was home for Thanksgiving, I had no less than four people tell me that I look fantastic, and that I look like I've lost a lot more weight than I have. I think if anything I'm gaining muscle and losing fat, so that's fabulous.

And I actually did some exercising today. So far I did 10 push-ups (full out, not girly style or anything) and 10 crunches. I would have done more of each, but I was in my towel and I didn't want to accidentally flash anyone.

As is, even though I feel better about how I look in clothes and such, my skin is freaking out. But not through breakouts or anything normal. Oh no. This is all the work of fucking Ralph the Rash. Back again to piss me off. I've got one defined cluster on my upper left arm, and one smattering of bumps all over my upper right arm. I used to have a cluster on my right elbow, but it looks like that went away. Mom thinks it's due to nerves and stress, and may be auto-immune related, but no matter where it comes from it is PISSING ME OFF.

I bought some bags of romaine and tomatoes yesterday, and I am bound and determined to eat more salad and such. I also got some whole wheat rolls for tiny sammiches, perfect for that leftover turkey I brought back with me.

It seems that while I am not necessarily eating healthier (yet), I am definitely eating less. Sometimes it's not really a conscious decision, but I know that I am definitely waiting longer between meals and only eating when I feel I must do so.

Apparently every little bit helps.

So... whatcha'll doing?

*Facepalm*

BAD AMANDA. *Smacks hand*

My last entry was all like, "Oh, I'm making a change, oh, I promise I'll update."

I should have known. I sometimes have the worst attention span... I'm a like child who sees tinfoil.

"Ooh, shiny!" And off I toddle, to go spaz around somewhere else.

Anywho. I digress.

My eating habits have once again become something horrific, though I did eat rather well while I was in Madison at G-ma's hospital bedside. So far today I have had one bowl of Campbell's Chunky Chicken Noodle soup, six Double Stuf Oreos, two sips of white cran-strawberry juice, a squeezy bottle of skim milk, and two oatmeal cream pies.

Clearly, I need to never eat again. Or at least cut out all that horrific junk food.

The yoga has been going well, I love it so much. And the crazy thing is, even with the shitty food habits and the infrequent exercise, I'm down to about 152 right now. Which is the lowest I've been in ages.

And to think... if I just shaped up my habits, I could probably start losing that weight in earnest.

As is, we had the first snowfall today, and all I could think of was wanting to walk in it. Unfortunately I have to work all day today, but if it's not incredibly frigid I might go for a walk after my second shift. As long as the temperature stays in normal range, I might be persuaded to not be a loser who does nothing.

So. Let's see how long it takes me to post next time. :P

My Blog? Update? Oh Shiz.

I really need someone to stand by me with a cattle prod, and then if I start to forget about this place, they can zap me.

"UPDATE YOUR BLOG HO"

Clearly, I have been lax in my updating. My bad yo.

I don't actually think anyone reads this, but hell, it's the PRINCIPLE of the matter. Word.

So. Had pop to stay awake and help my write my paper. = Bad

Did twenty crunches after my shower before work today. = Good

Hopefully I can learn from my past mistakes and actually make some progress here. I swear (and this time I'm going to *really* try), I'm going to be better.

Dude, I have to be.

I caught my body packing a bag the other day, and we're not taking a trip. So. You know. Gotta make amends.

Sunday/Monday Food Rundown

Sunday:

Lunch @ 1:45 pm (McDonalds with P)
-2 doublecheeseburgers
-1 6 pc. McNuggets
-1 lg. Coke

Dinner @ 8 pm
-Bowl of Frosted Flakes with skim milk

Overview: Not the best choices... should have probably not eaten so much at McD's, but it was the farewell meal with P and it was a Packers game, so I'll let it slide. Packers rule, LIONS SUCK! :D

Monday:

Breakfast @ 9 am
-Two pieces wheat toast with peanut butter
-Glass of calcium/vitamin D enriched orange juice

Lunch @ 11:30 am (now)
-Wrap containing 1 tortilla, 2 pieces turkey, small handful shredded cheddar cheese, 1/4 of a sliced green pepper, 3 slices of tomato, about a tsp and a 1/2 of ranch dressing
-Glass of skim milk

Overview: Doing a hell of a lot better today. After eating lunch, I'm going to walk back to campus instead of driving, so that will be some good exercise right there.

*Pat on back* Good job self.

I Haf Nanner Bread

My first baking attempt in this apartment was a huge success! There is nanner bread, and it is good.

I just had the very first slice, topped with butter, and it was superb. Now, I'm off to make a quick lunch, get ready for work, and then go be productive.

Today is looking like it will be a gold star day.

Update Schmupdate

Okay, so I suck at maintaining a good update pace. Now that I've admitted that, let us move on.

Since I've moved to Albion again, I think my eating habits have improved somewhat. I'm not skipping meals, and I'm even eating breakfast once in a while, which is a big thing for me. I did end up buying ice cream, Oreos, and pop, but I already feel guilty about that so I'm going to monitor how much of it I eat and keep from being a douchebag about the sweets.

Yoga completely and utterly kicked my ass today (who can bend like that?!) but it felt good. So much stretching and that goddamn downward dog kills my arms. I am a weakling, and this has only illuminated that.

I plan on trying to do 100 crunches a day, every day, until it becomes too easy. Then I'll move it up to more. I also plan on doing at least 5 minutes of jump rope. I didn't buy that jump rope for nothin'.

Only two more hours of work! Whoooooo...

Rub a Dub Tum Tum

Today has been a good day food wise.

Woke up around 10:30/11am so I didn't have breakfast. I had a medium sized bowl of cream of tomato soup for lunch with skim milk to drink, which, by the by, was delicious.

Had a caramel cashew cluster for a snack with my mom when grocery shopping, and about half of a Mountain Dew to drink. Which wasn't the best choice, but still, half a Dew is better than a full one.

And we just got done with dinner... one Cheddarwurst with ketchup and relish, some pasta salad made with rotini, cucumber, tomatoes, mozzarella, and Italian dressing, and more skim milk to drink.

In about an hour, we're going to have some homemade strawberry shortcake for dessert. Since I didn't have a ton of food for dinner, I think a small slice of angel food cake topped with fresh strawberries will be okay.

Not only that, I planned out an exercise schedule that should work for me and keep me from being discouraged.

Man, maturity is weird, yo.

Funny.

You know what's kinda funny?

When you realize that you've only eaten 90 calories all day.

And that you need to eat something, so you can take your Metformin.

And then you decide to have a container of pineapple in juice, which is 70 calories. Because you just don't fucking feel like eating anymore, and hell, your grandmother said you're losing weight, so clearly your standing in the family has gone up! At least you're not so much a fatty.

Oh, and it's extremely funny when you get into a screaming match with your sister because you won't pay for her papasan chair, when you bought your own.

And then it becomes funnier when she storms off in a huff and then her boyfriend berates you. Oh yeah, and said boyfriend is living with your family. And your sister is 18. And he's almost 22.

The laughter never stops when you realize that not only will your parents not give a shit about this, but they will laugh about it in said sister's room tonight, because clearly Amanda is an ungrateful bitch who won't pay for Abby's chair, and won't it be fantastic that she'll be going off to school again soon, and Abby will be only two hours from home so everyone can see each other all the time?

Please let these two weeks pass with a quickness so I don't end up hating myself and my family more than I already do.

What Is This Normalcy?

So. I ate!

Okay, so I didn't eat yesterday when I said I would.

BUT. I did have dinner. And it was tasty. And then I had a semi-normal sleep schedule. And woke up, and had LUNCH.

I'm as shocked as y'all are.

Plus, I've been doing dishes, cleaning my room, washing clothes, running errands all day.

I don't know what this productive feeling is... I'M A LITTLE FRIGHTENED.

By my awesomeness. Don't lie. I know you are too.

Bad Amanda

I suck.

I majorly suck.

I spent all day yesterday sleeping, not eating, and feeling sorry for myself.

Figures that after I start this blog, I completely degenerate into bad habits and stupid behavior.

Ugh.

I just woke up like 10 minutes ago, so I'm going to take a shower and force myself to eat something, even if I don't feel like it.

And then clean my room. Because it's getting ridiculous looking.

First Step

Now that I've spent the past 30-45 minutes making a banner, organizing how I want this bitch to look, and getting all that out of the way, I can make my first official post.

For breakfast today, I had two pieces of homemade banana bread (sliced about half an inch thick), topped with some I Can't Believe It's Not Butter, aka, Fabio's Fake Butter of Choice. I also had one Dole Pineapple fruit cup, and a mug of skim milk.

I switched to skim milk this past year, as Kelly preferred 1/2% milk in the dorm, and I had a choice of either 2% or skim in Baldwin. Now I've gotten accustomed to it, and I've even managed to get my family to buy me my own gallon when they get their own 2%.

So, you know, progress.

Yesterday I did the Tony Little upper body tape with my sister. It involves a lot of ab work, bicep curls, etc. I think I might have pulled my neck a bit, which sucks, but just means I need to be more careful in the future. Or you know, not do it on a hardwood floor in my pajamas.

My room is a friggin' mess right now, and I have to work tonight, so I'm going to do some cleaning instead of full-out exercise. I figure if I bounce around and dance while I clean, it'll be about as close to an aerobic workout as I'll be getting to.

New Beginnings

Okay, so.

I've done the el jay thing. I've even done the blog thing.

But this is the first time I've truly done the "better yourself" blog thing.

This is that thing.

I'm currently going forward in a quest to better myself physically, mentally, all those sorts of aspects that you attempt to fix. I've never been good about motivation, but surprisingly enough, if I have someone to kick my ass once in awhile, or hold me accountable, then I can do decently well.

So.

Here is the rundown.

According to my shiny orange scale from IKEA, I am currently 164 lbs. As I'm 5'3", that's nowhere near my ideal weight. According to the BMI, which I know isn't the best indicator, but you know, I need to be at least down to 140 lbs. to be considered out of the overweight stage.

I have PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome), which is the reason that I gained a lot of the weight I have today. I am pre-diabetic, also due to my PCOS.

Currently I have been put on Metformin and Yaz by one of my doctor's to help with my weight and hormonal issues. I am also currently going through laser hair removal for the hair growth I've had on my neck and face due to the PCOS.

Can you tell that I love the PCOS? God damn bastard.

Anywho. I'm going to use this blog to keep track of my diet (as well as I can remember), to remark about my exercise, the stuff I do to keep myself physically and mentally healthy, my disease, etc.

Read or not, comment or not, it's up to you. I would love to hear feedback and information from my friends about what they think about my progress and bitching and such, but I understand if you don't.

I'm doing this for me, whatever that entails. So. To quote that illustrious show, "Kenan and Kel"...

Aw, here it goes!