Diet Bet

So about a week ago I joined a Diet Bet with a bunch of ladies from an online moms group I’ve been a part of for the last two (well, almost three, really) years.

Everyone put in $35.00.  Your goal is to lose 4% in 4 weeks.  Everyone can win, everyone can lose (I guess?  Didn’t really ask about that… I guess that’s how DB makes their money), or whoever meets the goal splits the pot.

Let’s recap up to this point.  I weighed myself a month ago when I started this blog and I was 212.8.  Technically it was June 23.  Since then, I’ve abstained from fast food and started doing Zumba two or more times per week.

A week ago, starting the Diet Bet, my initial weight in was 215.

What kind of a load of shit is that?  I mean really.

(And actually, honestly, my DB starting weight is 217 because I was holding my iPad to take a picture of the scale.  But I don’t really count that in my head.  Don’t worry ladies, I’ll hold the iPad in the final weight in too.  Case and everything.)

Anyway.  This week has been a little rough.  We basically have officially moved in to our new house now.  But we’re in the midst of painting the kitchen cabinets, everything is in boxes, we have no microwave, and limited kitchen use in general.  But, I have stayed the course.  Still no drive thru.

I guess I can’t exactly say I’ve been Fast Food Free the whole time… yesterday, the little boy and I had Wendy’s.  But I’m saying I’m still “Fast Food Free since June Twenty Three” (catchy, right?) and here’s why.

It was planned, on purpose, go inside and sit at a table, have a meal “fast food”.  No in-car eating.  No secrets.  Not in between meals or a “treat” or a “snack”.  I ordered a half size Apple Pecan Chicken Salad.  I stayed well under my calorie goal for that meal and for the day.

So, still Fast Food Free Since June Twenty Three, as far as I’m concerned.

Today, end of the day, wearing normal clothes and NOT holding an iPad, I weighed in at 208.8.  Boom.

Finally!  A little tiny itty bitty bit of payoff.

My DB goal weight will be 208.3 WHILE holding the iPad, which means 206.3 or less, basically.  Another couple of pounds and three weeks to do it!

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Four weeks.

So, I’m still fast food free! Today is four weeks, I think.

I’ve been doing zumba…. three times last week, twice this week. It’s been hard to find time to go since I’m working 9-5, have a long commute, and we’re in the midst of finally officially moving into our new house.  So every evening my job has been to take over childcare duty while my husband goes and takes a load of stuff to the house and works on our Big Secret Project.  (My mom doesn’t know I have this blog, so I guess I can tell you that the BSP is that we’re painting the kitchen cabinets.  But seriously, you guys, don’t tell her.)

This morning’s Zumba class was not my favorite.  The leader was the lady that owns the studio where I’ve been taking classes.  She’s a former fitness model who refers to herself as Coach TPain.  Most of my classmates were First Class Zumbies whose preferred uniform was a sports bra and hot pants.  Meanwhile, I’m stumbling all over myself in my giant “moisture wicking” t-shirt and capris.  These ladies were not My People.

Every other class I’ve done has had My People.  In order to be comfortable, I need everyone to be fully clothed.  I need at least one person who jiggles at least 75% at much as I do.  I require one booty-shaking grandma.  These are My People.  Not the Real Housewives of North Texas.  

FYI, I have not lost an ounce. Very disappointing. But I mean, I guess I feel better? (Not gonna lie, it’s hard to feel super successful when one month in, I’m exactly the same weight, but I’m trying to focus on the positives.)
If nothing else I feel better for just proving to myself that I can exercise a little willpower and not hit the drive thru, I guess.

It would be nice to see results, but I have to believe that they will come in time.  I know I’m doing the right thing for my health.  Like many things in life, I guess I just have to carry on, knowing/believing that I’m doing the right thing, with the hope that I’ll see a reward for my effort eventually.

I’m really more into instant gratification, though.

So… Zumba.

I did Zumba tonight. 

I felt like a tool most of the time.  But you know, a fun tool.  A fun, latin-infused, tool.

Apparently I faked it pretty well.  The instructor came up to me afterwards and asked “Do you normally go to Kelly’s hip hop class?  I don’t think I’ve seen you here before, but you obviously know a lot of the moves.”

My inner monologue: “Finally!  Years of show choir choreography pay off!”

It was fun enough that I think I’ll do it again.  There is another class at the same place on Thursday night.

I am going to need some better workout clothes, though.  Eventually, anyway.

All the other zumbists (I think that’s what I’ll call them…. or zumbies?  Hmmm…. I’ll have to sleep on it) seemed to be wearing more… how shall I say… supportive clothing.  Like, spandex-ish compression clothes.

All 200+ pounds of me was in a tank top, a super worn out sports bra (like, you know how old elastic makes a creaking, crackling sound?  yeah) and leggings.  

 1. This is not a good look for me.  Let’s be real.

 2. Ya’ll.  I didn’t know one body could bounce and flop in so many directions at once.  Arm fat flapping into back fat into belly fat into b’donkadonk…. it’s really a testament to the resilience of the human spirit that all those skinny girls got out of there alive.  

Get ready, skinny girls.  I’ll be back Thursday.

Keepin on keepin on

Sorry I fell off the face of the earth for a couple of days there.  I assure you that everything is going well.  The highlights of the last few days:

Still no drive thru, fast food, or secret eating.  I can’t even tell you how huge this is in my life.  If last Saturday’s Arby’s with the family counts as my last fast food excursion, that means I am now completing my 10th day of fast food “sobriety”.  I’m super excited about that.

I have had restaurant food three consecutive days and I’ve made decent choices.

Olive Garden Saturday night with a friend from high school and our families.  Victories:

  • chose to drink water
  • didn’t even TOUCH a single breadstick
  • chose a dish off the low-calorie menu, so nothing alfredo or parmesan or carbonara

Mexican food with church friends Sunday night.  Victories:

  • no sour cream or queso
  • tacos with grilled shrimp and lots of veggies
  • chose water

Monday lunch at Chili’s with a colleague.  Victories:  Facts:

  • Well… um…. I had chicken fingers, fries, and a diet coke…  but the good news is I spent most of the day walking around, standing around, chugging water, climbing stairs, etc. – otherwise known as NOT sitting on my butt and stuffing my face with mindless food.  So while I can’t necessarily call the Chili’s trip a “win”, I’m willing to at least partially justify it due to increased activity that day.

Today it was back to work, which meant back to the routine.  (How far I’ve come that I no longer fear the work week and its drive thru temptation!)  Slim-Fast for breakfast, carrots, yogurt, frozen dinner (for lunch) and then homecooked food for dinner.  Lots of water.

I have not weighed myself since a little over a week ago when my grandma offered to pay me to lose weight.  Our bathroom scale is at the new house, and I haven’t been there much over the last few days.

I think it’s just as well.  I’m sure I’ve lost some weight, but I worry that I’m not yet ready to analyze results.

If I got on the scale and didn’t see much of a loss after 10 days, I would probably be pissed and discouraged.

If I DID see a big loss, I might get complacent.  And then in another week when I didn’t see ANOTHER big loss, I would probably be pissed and discouraged.

So, I’m just going to keep on trucking, and maybe eventually I’ll re-weigh.  But not anytime really soon.