Wednesday, September 03, 2008
First off, I love, love, love this song. It's not only catchy, it actually has a little backstory. The lead singer is of Indian extraction and is from England, and the song is (in part) about Bollywood. Asha apparently means hope and that's also the first name of a Bollywood star.
So a brimful of asha is a bunch of hope. The hope cup runneth over.
Plus there's the chorus. Those cups also runneth over, heh.
And I like the video. I remember being about that age (13?) and playing a bunch of 45s. So it makes me smile.
Today I kind of had that post-birthday hangover which is not alcohol-related (even though I had a small glass of white zinfandel last night). It's more like you spend at least a little time anticipating a birthday and then the day after is, well, normal.
Normal's fine, of course; it's just not a birthday. Which is not a slam on today or normalcy or anything of the sort. I had an excellent birthday and the outpouring of notes on this page, on the blog and in private, plus on topics, plus goodies, was a little overwhelming.
And so I thank everyone.
Back to business.
Yesterday I received some clothes in the mail that I had ordered. The size 22 jeans fit like a charm. Out went an old pair of 26s. A pair of navy dress pants (size 22) was a little snug and will be usable in, I'm guessing a few weeks. But I won't toss the old pair until they're really unmanageable as I'm not in love with the new pants. Not that it matters. I won't be a 22 for too terribly long, I'm sure. I don't have a full week's worth of size 22 work pants but I'm not bad off. Might just have to wash more frequently than usual. That tends to reduce useful life but so what? Like I said, this is only one stop on a longer train ride. No biggie.
The other thing I received was my dress for the Bar Mitzvah. I tried it on, of course. It fits okay. Not great. But that's a little understandable. I had checked the size chart and knew the upper part of me would be a stretch but the bottom half would fit all right. And that's exactly what happened.
It's 3 1/2 weeks until the Bar Mitzvah so there's time to lose more weight. But I won't go nuts if I don't lose a huge amount between now and then. C'est la vie if it's not perfect. I've been a perfectionist with the weight loss. That has stood me in good stead and has helped me to really lose but there are some areas where you just need to get mellow. This is one of them. The dress is wearable and appropriate and that's what matters.
Next year, it'll be huge on me and impossible to wear, but for the opposite reason.
In the meantime, I did go through some belts and tossed two of the largest ones. I am down to a size 22 but my belts are still about a 24 or so. I think that's a function of belts having very little give to them. Still, it was a joy to toss 'em.
Getting there. Getting there. That's today's mantra.
I am getting there.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Well, I hope I don't have any in there. Better check.
Okay. Down to business.
Today is my birthday. I am 46 years old.
I do not feel 46. I feel, well, I feel great. I may be 4 years shy of a half-century but I feel more like 36 or even 26 much of the time. Funny thing is, I was on the bus today and an acquaintance of mine (a woman of my mother's generation), when I told her I was born in '62, she said, and I quote, "My, you're remarkably well-preserved." Made me smile.
I have energy and optimism. I have hope. I have dreams. I have ... some pretty dang good stuff going on right about now.
I have a great husband. I have a wonderful family. I have terrific friends. I have good health and renewed better health. I have a good job that I like and its frustrations can be worked out. I have online success with the site I help manage. I have sweet experiences in my life, every week something new or fun or fascinating or just making me smile. I have the intellectual stimulus that I always crave, I have writing, and I am doing it, not just thinking about it but doing it. I have money in the bank. I have a roof over my head, a car that works, a full fridge and a full closet.
I am very fortunate.
Every year, when this day comes around, it's my own personal New Year's Day. I take stock of what's happening, and of what's to come.
But this time, I have been taking stock all calendar year. Even before I joined SP in February, I was journaling at alli so right now I've got taken stock up the wazoo. Consider the stock duly took.
So it's party time. Enjoy the little party jukebox I've put together. Tomorrow's the time for something serious. Tonight's the night for a little fiesta.
Shake your derriere -- it's cardio.
Monday, September 01, 2008
The game was fabulous, even though they lost. So what? It was still a blast. It always is.
Fitting into the seats was no problem whatsoever. These were cheaper, older seats so they were narrower and I was just fine. I saw lots of other folks getting up after every half inning because they were so uncomfortable. Not me.
I also visited the ladies' room a few times, which is unremarkable in and of itself, but I had to go down 32 short levels (steps) then a ramp, every time. And then up again when returning. I not only was not winded, I sprinted up as much as possible (traffic would stop me -- lotsa vendors in that area). I estimate I could sprint up 10 - 15 steps or so without tiring.
We even had light beer and I had maybe 2/3, 3/4 of mine and gave the rest to Mr. J. Vendors everywhere (ice cream, cotton candy, hot dogs, pretzels, etc.), plus all sorts of food in the concourse (sushi, cuban sandwiches, kosher dogs, enchiladas, etc.) and I didn't want any of it. We went to Bertucci's beforehand and I had one of their salads, with added chicken. It was marvelous and it was enough.
In more fitting news, I am in very good shape when it comes to measurements. Today I hit personal bests in 7 out of 8 main measurements I take (everything but the butt, and there I was at my 5th best). My overall average inch loss for the week was a little under 2". My overall average lost since I started doing this is a whopping 8.5"!
I've lost (since the start of things, back in January)
Bust 8.75" from my highest #, which was actually in late Feb.
Hips 8.25" from my highest #, which was also in late Feb.
Thigh 6" from my highest #, which was in early March
Remove the outlyers (bicep and thigh) and my average total inch loss is a staggering 10.46"! No wonder I'm officially down three sizes.
The band measurement is, for the first time since the start of this journey, below 40". Can't wait for the butt to finally go under 50".
You really better grab my love handles before they're gone for good. It won't be long now.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
We're going to the Red Sox game today! Yay!
Tim Wakefield is pitching, and he's on my fantasy baseball roster, so I'm doubly excited. Plus he's an older player, and throws slow knuckleballs, wowing 'em with wiles rather than heat. My kinda guy.
The weather is gorgeous and we'll leave in a few hours so I'm getting in my water and a good breakfast. We'll have lunch right before the game and take water with us, plus we'll get beers at the game. I checked and a 16 ounce (yes, 16!) light beer will fit in quite nicely. My husband is bringing his glove. Just in case.
Plus games are always -- bar none -- incredibly fun. I'll definitely up the sunscreen big time and we'll even get in some walking as it's tough to get a bus, cab or trolley in the Fenway area right after a game. Hence it makes sense to get in a little cardio.
I am also really looking forward to it because I'm so much smaller now. Last year I had no trouble because we sat in better seats, but for the first year we went to a Sox game, I could not fit into a bleacher seat in any kind of comfortable manner. I perched on the edge because my hips could not be squashed between the immobile armrests.
Not any more. I have zero doubts about fitting.
As for other kinds of fitting, I have a cap but my Sox jersey is three sizes too big for me. It's also three-quarter sleeves and it looks like it'll be a hot day, so I'll wear my cap and shorts and a red tank top, and that will work out nicely. I'll get another jersey once my size has gotten a lot closer to where I want it to be. In fact, the current jersey is one of the things I'm keeping to remind me of this journey. It'll go into the "I used to be THIS big" box.
My other news is that I saw my buddy the fish dude again yesterday. I know he's also a Sox fan (most guys in Boston are) and he of course told me to have fun. Yesterday we barbecued tuna and salmon with assorted vegetables (portabello mushrooms, broccoli, asparagus, tomatoes, vidalia onions and assorted peppers of various colors) in kebab form, and they were awesome. Plenty of leftovers so we're set for dinner tonight, when we're probably going to be a little too tired to really think about cooking. My fish dude buddy never steers me wrong.
All in all, an excellent weekend, and not even half over yet.
A-roundiní third, and headed for home, itís a brown-eyed handsome man;
Anyone can understand the way I feel.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
My main news is about sizing. Right now, I am a size 20 up top and a 22 below. And that's good, of course, but I had been nervous about downsizing some of my things because discomfort in those areas would have been, heh, less than optimal.
I am speaking of intimate type stuff.
Now, I already started a little bra downsizing and it was actually not intended. I was (still am) fitting into 44D but accidentally ordered 40D about a month ago. Those two bras fit me but I do have a tendency to bulge out a bit on the side or in front if I don't more or less arc weld myself in. I can tell that the band size is just fine so it's possible that the cup size is too small. I don't relish the idea of going up, to a DD cup. I was always kinda busty but this is ridiculous. I mean, I've lost over 80 lbs. Some of that has to be coming from the, uh, breastal region.
Then there's pantyland.
I wore a size 10 for years. Years, I tell ya! And the only stuff in size 10 is cotton granny type stuff. Which is fine when (a) you don't feel sexy and (b) at least it's comfortable. But I had kept a few size 9s and even a few 8s around, dunno why. I took the plunge on Thursday, and tried on a 9.
I have now worn 9s every day since then. I don't have enough 9s to make it through a week (and I don't want to purchase any as I'm sure I'll be going below that soon enough), but it feels good to have, I would guess, a good 2" less of material going on there. No wedgies! Size 9, I am (I guess I'm channeling Yoda now. A dieting Yoda).
Then there's the swimsuit issue.
For the Bar Mitzvah, the hotel we're staying at has a pool and a weight room. Hence all I have to do is bring the resistance bands (go-to in case time is really short). I really want to swim. But my only swimsuits are size 3x (26!). I went to Amazon and ordered a size 20. What the heck. I figured it'll be another 3 weeks or so until the big day so if it was too small it wouldn't be for long.
I tried it on. It's a little less than optimally supportive on the bust (that darn breastal region again!), and the top could be longer (probably also due to excessive bustiness) but otherwise it seems to fit just fine. I'm particularly happy about the panty area. This is a two-piece tankini type suit with an adjustable halter top. I made the halter a little looser and that seems to be better. I am bringing a second suit (which is a 26) because I may have one drying while using the other one, but I have a swimsuit. And it's 3 sizes smaller than the last one I bought.
I also ordered my dress (it hasn't arrived yet so I cannot yet comment on fit). It's a size 20. Here's a pic of it. media.redcatsusa.com/is/image
I do hope that pic comes out.
I'm a loser, baby. A weight loser. Know what Iím sayiní? ;)
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