Half Way Point!? - Day 45 (Maybe?)




I don't know the technical term for this, but it's the mock-up of this ... 


Visible at Chihuly Garden and Glass, Seattle

Clearly I am mathematically challenged. I thought November 1 to January 30 would be 90 days, but according to the Google Machine, that would be 48 days from now ... However, November 1 (Start day) til today is 44 days ... What the actual F? I could spend far too much time worrying about whether it all make sense or not, but really, it's unimportant. Maybe today is half way. Maybe tomorrow is. Clearly, I lost count, or messed up somewhere, but it's irrelevant. 

Regardless of final weigh-in for today, I woke up to a lovely number of 204.6! New low for this excursion! I am tickled. Only four pounds to initial goal! Go me! 

I won't go into the gory details of traveling alone, as a woman, to Seattle, but to say that the only place I felt safe was ON the property of the hotel, or when I was with the kids. Also, if I were 20 years younger, I'm not sure I would have felt safe at ALL. Color me jaded, lame, and from Ohio, I guess. Inside, I'm all ... 


But on the outside, I'd most likely be, were someone to mess with me: 


I just did not get a good feeling, and I cannot pinpoint the reason why because every person that I did encounter was either very friendly, helpful or just a normal person that I didn't even have to interact with. Just a weird trip. 

I had initially planned to get a complete hair makeover the afternoon of arrival, but by the time I got to the hotel, I just could not. Just no. So I did not. NEVER force a haircut when you're not feeling it. It's like having babies to save a marriage, it just won't work. However bad you feel about how you look before the haircut, that wrongly timed coiffure will just knock that self opinion down even more. 

I do have to say, the biggest change to my appearance this past year has been my face. I am considerably less puffy/bloaty looking (facially) than I looked on New Year's Eve, and this summer, during the ephalant excursion. Everything else, to me, is not that noticeable visually. It's more about how the clothes are fitting. The shirts that were getting snug now fit perfectly (I do not wear tightly fitting clothes, so when I feel constricted at all, I get antsy.) The pants that were falling down because they were too small now stay up. I no longer have the cankle situation, so I can wear boots comfortably, even the high-calf ones zip up with ease. Fingers are still chubby, but I think that's just going to be a fact of life no matter what size I am, but they are less bloaty looking. 

Enough of the self-assessment ... 

Some observations about my STATE of MIND on this trip ... 

  • While I did consume caffeine at all hours of every day, I did not REQUIRE coffee. I had approximately 1/2 to 3/4 cup per day with breakfast, SEVERAL hours after waking, and I never once made coffee in my room. 
  • I ate carbs. I ate a lot of carbs. I also, however, did NOT eat a lot of fat WITH the carbs. Moderate maybe, but not extreme. This may have helped contain any subsequent damage and prevent any gain back. 
  • I moved. I did not take my step counter with me because I knew I would lose it. No need for the added stress. 
  • I did something I had no clue that I had the capability to do, but once I got back home, I fell right back into the old habits and comforts.
 
More on the old habits - the smoking. I got to the airport early Friday morning, had my last smoke in the car before I walked into the terminal. I did not have another cigarette until late the next morning. I don't know why. I should have just kept going with NOT doing so. Even though I did keep smoking, I smoked exponentially less than I do at home. The thing is, it wasn't horrible. I wasn't losing my collective shibbikens. I was fine. I was a bit restless, but other than that, nothing, really. 

To me, this means that for whatever reason, there was nothing stopping me there from quitting but me. No distractions. No anxiety. No stressors of normal life. Not that life at home is horrific. It's quite the opposite. I've been thinking a lot about it over the past few days, and I know now that it's totally in my power to do it, cold turkey style. I had my e-cigs with me. I had some nicotine toothpicks. I never touched either thing anywhere, during flying, or in my room, or when I was hanging out with the kids. 

The wheels are turning ... More tomorrow. 



Day 45 (maybe) Progress

Weight: 205.2

Steps: 1606

Reading: Zilcho (110 total)

What I Et:

- The morning coffee

- Two pepperoni slices

- One scrap of Muenster cheese

- Diet Dr. Pepper

- A disgusting Factor meal that I shall not even mention - I et less than 1/3 of it

- Some pork rinds and chip dip

- The afternoon coffee 

- Homemade turkey meatloaf burgers (also not that great) and sauteed broccoli, baby bell peppers, and garlic 



45 Days to GOOALLLLLLLLLLL!

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