Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Typical frustrated post

Fat fat fat fat fat.

I wanted to lose five pounds before leaving for Florida next week. Instead, I gained four.
What is wrong with me?!

Here's the main problem. I recently had another round of final exams. That is a point in the year when I do one of two things: Starve myself of any significant calories, pound coffee and hit the books hard, OR, eat everything in sight to avoid studying and coast through finals not caring if I actually get A's in all of my classes.

The biggest problem was, I couldn't get all A's. I had two classes in which no matter how well I did on the final, I would still be a point or two short of an A. Which meant I could coast into B's in those classes, and I didn't have to do too well to get A's in the others. So instead of studying, I sat on my couch, avoiding studying, and stuffing my face full of buffalo chicken dip. For 6 days straight.

I then had two days of restricting, then husband and I went to visit some friends for the weekend which involved a lot of food and a lot of beer. And so, getting home on Sunday night, I decided to weigh myself and I was up to a disgusting number. I brought it down two pounds in the past two days by being reasonable with food and getting some exercise, but not where it needs to be. Ugh, I wish I wasn't leaving for an athletic event and I could just starve myself for a week. At least I have an excuse to exercise like crazy for the next 7 days.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Jean shopping

So, I fell into an alternate reality today.

I have spent literally days, in the past, trying on jeans, hoping something fits. Hoping something doesn't make my already awkward body look even worse. Coming home empty handed and feeling defeated.

But of course, today I went with Husband, with whom everything always works out smoothly. No-traffic-in-New-England-on-Labor-Day, no-lines-at-the-airport, everything-is-magically-on-sale-when-he-shops Husband. So of course, today, when we got to the mall, the first store we entered to try shopping for jeans had them on sale. I usually start least expensive and work my way up until I find something that works for jeans, so I started with the ones that were marked down to $25. Neither pair were my usual style or wash, but I always start cheapest, just in case. And lo and behold! The first two pairs of jeans I tried on fit great! And looked great too! This only took about 10 minutes! Husband was still looking around so I continued to look at other jeans just in case (although I really only needed two pairs), and I eventually found a pair that were just like one of the first pairs I tried on but in a better wash, so I switched those ones. But seriously, I have never had so much luck shopping for jeans. Ever. It took us about 20 minutes and $100 to come home with 4 pairs of jeans (two each) that we were incredibly happy with. I'm never shopping without Husband again.

In skinny news, I'm at the point where I can't complain to my friends about my weight. Not that I like to do that anyway, but as of about a year ago, if my friends (who are also not fat, but not tiny) started to talk about weight and looks, I could chime in and agree that I would like to lose a couple of pounds. Well, those couple of pounds are gone, and then some, and the other day, we were remarking about clothing choices and I mentioned how I would like to be a few pounds smaller before wearing a certain style, and I got completely scoffed at. As if I could never want to be skinnier than I am.

And yet, I still am having trouble coping with the fact that in less than one month I am going to be in Florida, in a swim suit, probably embarrassing the hell out of myself.