Monday Weigh-in


Good Morning all.  Hope you had a terrific weekend. So this is a happy post.  I’m down a little bit from last week. What did I do different?  I’m not sure, just being a little more careful.  I walked a little more and attended Running Room yesterday morning.

I was pro-active over the weekend and prepared salads ahead of time.  Fingers crossed that the numbers on the scale keep moving in the right direction.

I’ve got a super busy week ahead of me.  Usually that translates into not eating properly or getting enough sleep.  Did you know that if you do not get proper sleep, it affects your weight? Huh…isn’t that something? In any case, I am prepared. I have ordered a week’s worth of meals from Chef’s Plate.  My friend at work sent me the link that offered a discount as a promotion.  She swears by it.  My first delivery is due tomorrow.  Stay tuned for another post on that.

Have an awesome day!



Monday Weigh-in

Ok scale, here we go. It’s been two weeks since we last spoke. I’d like to say I’m optimistic that this conversation will be friendly, but I know better. What say you?

Well that was a little hostile, don’t you think?  Bravo lard-arse, bravo.  Maybe you can just eat yourself to death. Sigh.  I fully expect to have a live person from the MyFitnessPal Ap to call me directly and say “Dude! What the eff?”

Ok, to be honest, since the prodigal has moved out (ya let’s blame him!) I’ve been eating out. A lot.  I’ve been seeing a lot of him and we’ve been so busy with the setting up of his apartment. Neither of us have wanted to cook and therefore…..exhibit A.

I started running room again yesterday, which will help.  I think it’s time to pull out the big guns though.  Desperate times call for desperate measures. As much as I hate to do it, I think I have to.

The gym.


Biggest time and money sucker right there. I loathe it. I refuse to get a membership though. I’ll just buy passes and do that minimum once a week and Running Room twice a week. Looks like the stairs are my new best bud at work, too.

Wish me luck. It’s ok to laugh.  This so called weight loss journey is the biggest farce ever. I’ll get there.  I just need to be hyper vigilant and focused and I’ve been anything but.

Have a great Monday all.


Hi there. Remember me?  I’m the one who said she would weigh in every Monday and stick to it until the weight came off.  Well…it’s been about two weeks since my last post.  Every day that went by that I did not step on the scale and write about it made me feel as guilty as an altar boy missing confession. Is that even a thing? I don’t know.

Here’s the thing.  I’m hungry. For change. My work life has gotten so monotonous and boring that I just don’t have much energy for anything.  All I seem to do is sit all day behind a computer screen and then commute for almost an hour to get home.  Thanks very much, previous mayoral administration for all the hellish construction EVERYWHERE in the city.  Then I get home, attempt to make a healthy meal, but lately that has consisted of either cereal or crackers with peanut butter and cheese.

I have grand plans for my evenings; reading, writing, journaling, sketching, walks by the river.  You know what happens?  I end up falling asleep on the sofa in front of the tv. Yes, the two seater sofa I purchased because I knew that if I bought a three seater or sectional, I’d just use it as a second bed in the evening. Proof that I can fall asleep just about anywhere.

Lately I’ve had cravings. No food cravings, but soul cravings.  Everyday I sit behind that desk I think “what the fuck am I even doing here”.  I know I shouldn’t think that way.  I am blessed to have this job, really. It pays well. The benefits are really good.  I have a pension plan. People are cool. Nobody constantly hovering over my shoulder.

It’s just not fulfilling.  I work at a contract research organization.  We help big pharma conduct clinical trials.  We always have this mission statement thrown in our faces about the difference we are making in patients’ lives. Honestly, I’m not feeling it.  When you work for a corporation that is huge, all you seem to really end up caring about is the bottom line.


Enter a new opportunity. I was contacted a couple weeks ago by a former colleague for a position available at the company he works for. It’s smaller, it’s a biotech, it’s risky, but honestly, I can already see myself working there.

They work with rare diseases and because of that their patient population is smaller. This allows us to really know everything that goes on in a study and experience the ups and downs as we follow patient progression.

I have had three interviews so far and have a fourth on Friday.  If I get this, it will be a huge change.  I’ve been with my current company for 11 years and there is a certainty and stability there.  I could easily stay there until I retire.

The allure of this new place is all the unknowns and the excitement of a start up. Plus, it’s downtown.  The energy there is off the charts.  I so miss that vibe.  If I’m offered a decent package, I think I can’t say no.  I would feel like a big fat chicken for not taking a chance.  I truly believe that when opportunity knocks on your door, you have to answer.

That’s it for today.  Sorry for being away. I’ve missed writing. Don’t give up on me.  I will be back to my Monday weigh-ins next week.  Thanks for taking the time to read and have a great day.



Monday Weigh-in

Good morning peeps!  Thanks for checking in and keeping me accountable.  First, I apologize for the state of my tootsies.  I need to get myself a pedi STAT.

When I got on the scale this morning, it was with great trepidation.  I was bracing myself for disappointment but lo and behold, the numbers actually went down.  My mobile was still charging so I couldn’t take a pic right away, so the numbers were a little lower.

Pre-breakfast, my weight was 187.4. Oh thank you sweet baby Jesus! Looks like the ole fat cells are finally starting to leave. Or something like . In any case, the numbers moved in the direction I want and I’ll take it.

I know, I know, those of you who are younger, not female, and not in menopause might think I’m nuts for being over the moon over this.  I don’t care. I said I would keep doing this until I reach my goal weight of 150.

What a great way to start my Monday! Have a fantastic day, all.


This is after my breakfast. When I got on this morning it was 187.4.



Monday Weigh-in

Don’t even ask……how is this possible?  I stepped on the scale this morning and it was EXACTLY the same as last week.  I hadn’t eaten breakfast yet, and I emptied my bladder (sorry for the visual).

Hhm..that’s highly suspect.  Then I took my morning shower. The numbers bugged me.  Is there something wrong with my scale? So, I stepped on it again and…I was one pound heavier! Whaaaaat? How can taking a shower make me heavier?

Ok, so my solution…never wash again?  I think not.  I won’t give up, I know it’s going to happen.  Trying hard not to feel like a failure but cheese and rice…..when is this going to start happening?  I guess I have to drastically cut calories and exercise every day?  Sigh…stay tuned.


Monday Weigh-in


Aaaaaargh! Should I just give up? This is so discouraging. Sigh….let’s see what next week brings. I will do everything in my power to be at least two pounds lighter by next Monday.

On a totally unrelated note, the prodigal is signing the lease on his new apartment on Friday. Woot! Woot! More to come on that. I’m thrilled for him. It’s also an opportunity for me to do some decorating!

Have a great Monday, all.

Monday Weigh-in


Part of me did not want to post today’s weigh-in.  Maybe nobody will notice? Ya, right. I will notice and this is all about accountability. So, without further ado…


Are you fed up of seeing the numbers yo-yo up and down yet?  I sure am.  Ok, to be completely honest…I know exactly where I went wrong this past week.

It was a brutal work week; I worked late, didn’t measure my portions, ate at weird hours, didn’t make the best of choices.  When you’re that tired and hungry, you will shove just about anything down your pie-hole.

At yesterday’s group run, I ended up twisting my ankle half way through.  I panicked; I thought I had broken my foot again.  I ended up cutting my run a little short, but finished our route just the same.  I took a shortcut and the others caught up to me. I don’t know how I kept running, but now I have a big ole goose egg at my ankle.  Sigh…I wore my “boot” around the apartment all afternoon yesterday and it seemed to help.

So, as discouraging as this morning’s numbers are, I tell myself at least I know what went wrong. I cleaned out my fridge and pantry yesterday, prepared dinners in advance and made my lunch for today.  Let’s see what next week brings, shall we?

Here is a shot of my foot fashion while chilling at home. Sexy, yes?



Have you ever gone up and down like this? It seems like the slightest little thing I do different shows up on the scale.  I won’t give up though.  I know I can do this because I feel like I’m finally ready.

Have a great Monday, all!