Monday, September 08, 2008
Hurricane Hanna came and went and here it was just a lot of rain and frankly there's been more rain at other times. This is not to diminish what it did to others but for us it was just ... eh.
I've been through real hurricanes, the kind where trees come down, and this was not much at all. Then again this is Massachusetts which by definition is very remote from tropical waters. It has to have a pretty specific trajectory to really do damage here. We get Nor'easters, sure, and those are essentially snow hurricanes and they can be awful. So call me in six months when I'm getting whacked with the umpteenth storm of the season.
The actual day was very humid but we went out walking anyway. It was one of those days where you just got hot and sticky pretty much no matter what you did. I don't love getting hot and sticky but this wasn't bad. If there was a day (not during a blizzard) to blow off exercising, it was that day. But I didn't.
And it paid off this morning. I smacked down another ticker goal and have now lost over 86 lbs. There is a possibility, albeit not a certainty, that I will lose another 4.8 in the next two weeks. If I do, then I've lost 90 lbs. for the Bar Mitzvah. Pretty amazing for someone who originally thought, okay, I'll lose 60 in a year. Then it was 60 for the Bar Mitzvah. And now it's looking like it'll be close to 50% more than even that.
I paged through some catalogs today, and while that in itself is not terribly remarkable, I did it with an eye to wearing not 20s or 22s but 18s. I tried on an 18 blazer I have at home as an aspiration and it fit but was a tad snug in the arms and the bottom was a bit stretched when I buttoned it. So that's close. It'll arrive in a month, maybe less, I figure. Some of my measurements are up, the bicep is down (new personal best! yay!) but no matter. The trend is going down, down, down.
Oh and that catalog? In another three or four sizes, it'll be useless to me as everything in it will be too big. I'll bag and recycle it like yesterday's newspapers. Goodbye to it and I won't miss it.
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.
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