Showing posts with label brownie points. Show all posts
Showing posts with label brownie points. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Birth of a comeback...

My last publishing date was July 6, 2009.

For the two of you that read this, essentially:

I've lost interest in my weight gain

So I gotta start doing this again and counting points. Luckily, I haven't gained back more than 10 pounds since I stopped - I think. At the very least, I'm still under 300.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Quick Update

So an update for me, since I'm the only one that reads this thing and will probably delete this blog eventually.

Since starting back a few weeks ago (Feb 9, 2009), I have lost 20.8 pounds. I believe. I could be wrong and I don't have my paperwork in front of me. It's definately 20 pounds with a decimal afterwards.

Right now, I'm at zero points. Prior to my last item of intake, I had 3.5 points left and that's how much one measured cup of red wine is worth on the WW. So I'm fucking content and sleepy, which is good because being awake means that I will eventually eat.


Monday, October 6, 2008

Weighing In, at a 317.6

So I weighed in at a triumphant 317 point something. I think it was a six, but it could have been a five. I didn't lose a significant amount, but I didn't gain anything, either.

I'm wired and tired. Just killed a grande sbux caramel macchiato made with soy milk. I forgot how many points that is, but I'm thinking it's like 6. So tired. Still gotta iron and put together two more sexy looking portfolios for a 2nd job interview I have tomorrow.

So I called to confirm this job interview for tomorrow and I was told that it wasn't confirmed until one of the clinic supervisors says yes tomorrow morning. So I guess my shirt, tie, and three portfolios I'm putting together are going to have to wait. Hopefully I'll nail it and be able to stash away enough cash to take my girl out somewhere nice and then go to Nashville to visit Kevin Sharkey and (what used to be my) the Tennessee Titans.

Goals for this week is to track my shit and to at least hit the gym once. I already have all kinds of excuses to last me through thursday. Here they are in order by day:
Monday: Prepping for job interview
Tuesday: Watching a black dude kick the crap out of an old man on television (LOL!), homework
Wednesday: Homework
Thursday: Hanging with my girlfriend
Friday: To be announced

I hope I get this damn job. I really do. There are a lot of people I want to impress or rub shoulders with over at the other job site (same company, different department) and it might be the motivating factor for going to the gym.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

So seriously, WTF

I'm over two points on my business tonight. This iPhone application is kicking ass though because I always have my phone on me and I can immediately pull it out, start the app, and punch in what I need to punch in and log it. Since iPhone firmware 2.0 came out, backing up the data no longer takes 30 minutes (more like 1.5, tops) and I can log without fear of the firmware crashing and losing a significant amount of data.

What my day looks like so far

Seriously, though, WTF? I get to work, and the MILF I work with is all like, "Why are your clothes loose... you losing weight?" Now, granted that she hasn't been at work for more than 4 days in the last 7 business days, so I kinda took it that she either a) wants to give me the business, or b) is kissing my butt so I don't snitch.

Work has been a lot less stressful in the last few weeks since my stank-breath coworker left. Stress is a trigger for my overeating and this girl totally brought out a lot of unnecessary stress. Me and the sistah I work with chit-chat, gossip, and do a lot of laughing at work. So much so, that I thoroughly enjoy coming to work every day now. I'm not dealing with a younger, Kelly Kapoor (from The Office, and you only need to see the first six seconds of that clip) broad that likes to fuck with me, push my buttons, and have the last word. Seriously, fuck that bish.

What kinda took up a lot of my points today was the Starbucks breakfast I had for dinner, which consisted of a Venti iced drink and a breakfast sandwich. Delish. Seriously. I fucking relished EVERY single damn bite of that thing, telling myself outloud, "Oh my God! THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD! [nom nom nom!]". And I think that they have the best tasting breakfast sandwiches due to the biscuits they use being chewy and not soft.

I started my day off good, though. On advice of Brownie, I have started with the oatmeal and that shit is fucking good at 3 points for two packets plus a half-cup of soy for a 4 point meal. So fucking good. I love food.