It's been a shitty week. I had three rolls of sushi (delicious, delicious sushi) and two scoops of Baskin Robins ice cream. In the same day. Honestly, kinda really bad. Then I had a lot of chocolate yesterday (like 3 chocolate bars) and today (3 also). So I am feeling bad about this terrible diet. It's because I'm staying home and basically have nothing to do but eat things. Anyway, the stats this week...
Weight: 86.5 kg or 190.3 lb
Arm (left): 35 cm or 14 in.
Arm (right): 36 cm or 14.4 in.
Waist: 84 cm or 33.6 in.
Neck: 35 cm or 14 in.
Belly button: 105 cm or 42 in.
Under bust: 91 cm or 36.4 in.
Shoulders: 103 cm or 41.2 in.
Hips: 118 cm or 47.2 in.
Thigh (left): 73 cm or 29.2 in.
Thigh (right): 71 cm or 28.4 in.
Knee (left) 40 cm or 16 in.
Knee (right): 40.5 cm or 16.2 in.
Ankle (left): 24 cm or 9.6 in.
Ankle (right): 25 cm or 10 in.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Weighing In
Overall, I was kind of disappointed with the results this week. I thought I worked really hard and not seeing a significant change in my weight is a bit of a letdown. But the important thing is that I'm not quitting just because I didn't lose 4 pounds like I hoped. Mental progress, at least.
Weight: 87 kg or 191.4 lb
Arm (right): 35 cm or 14 in.
Arm (left): 37 cm or 14.8 in.
Neck circum.: 35 cm or 14 in.
Waist: 83 cm or 33.2 in.
Circum. around belly button: 109 cm or 43.2 in.
Under bust: 91 cm or 36.4 in.
Under armpits: 93 cm or 37.2 in.
Shoulders: 104 cm or 41.6 in.
Hips: 115 cm or 46 in.
Thigh (left): 75 cm or 30 in.
Thigh (right): 74 cm or 29.6 in.
Knee (left): 41 cm or 16.4 in.
Knee (right): 40.5 cm or 16.2 in.
Ankle (left): 25 cm or 10 in.
Knee (right): 24.5 cm or 9.8 in.
Weight: 87 kg or 191.4 lb
Arm (right): 35 cm or 14 in.
Arm (left): 37 cm or 14.8 in.
Neck circum.: 35 cm or 14 in.
Waist: 83 cm or 33.2 in.
Circum. around belly button: 109 cm or 43.2 in.
Under bust: 91 cm or 36.4 in.
Under armpits: 93 cm or 37.2 in.
Shoulders: 104 cm or 41.6 in.
Hips: 115 cm or 46 in.
Thigh (left): 75 cm or 30 in.
Thigh (right): 74 cm or 29.6 in.
Knee (left): 41 cm or 16.4 in.
Knee (right): 40.5 cm or 16.2 in.
Ankle (left): 25 cm or 10 in.
Knee (right): 24.5 cm or 9.8 in.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Eating
So I slaved at the gym for about 2 hours. By calf muscles burned again when I tried running! Which is kind of getting old. Then I went to No Frills to look at foods to see what I can eat and I was actually not tempted by all the ice cream and cookies and whatnot because burning off those 300 calories on the elliptical machine really wasn't worth those four cookies that come to a total of 300 calories.
Then I came home. I cooked two piece of meat and made a salad, and WHILE I was eating the freaking salad, I was thinking about having some Nesquik with milk. I mean how deluded is that?
Then I came home. I cooked two piece of meat and made a salad, and WHILE I was eating the freaking salad, I was thinking about having some Nesquik with milk. I mean how deluded is that?
Weighing in
So before I embark on this (hopefully successful) experiment, I thought it would be good to start with some measurements to keep track of my (hopefully eventual) progress.
WEIGHT: 88 kg or 193.6 lb
MEASUREMENTS
Upper arm (right): 35 cm/14 in.
Upper arm (left): 38 cm/15.2 in.
Neck circumference: 36 cm/14.4 in.
Waist: 82 cm/32.8 in.
Circum. around belly button: 109 cm/43.6 in.
Under bust: 89 cm/35.6 in.
Under armpits: 94 cm/37.6 in.
Shoulders: 103 cm/41.2 in.
Hips: 115 cm/46 in.
Thigh (left): 75 cm/30 in.
Thigh (right): 75 cm/30 in.
Knee (left): 41 cm/16.4 in.
knee (right): 42 cm/16.8 in.
Ankle (left): 26 cm/10.4 in.
Ankle (right): 25 cm/10 in.
There you have it. Hopefully next week, it'll be a little less painful to look at this.
WEIGHT: 88 kg or 193.6 lb
MEASUREMENTS
Upper arm (right): 35 cm/14 in.
Upper arm (left): 38 cm/15.2 in.
Neck circumference: 36 cm/14.4 in.
Waist: 82 cm/32.8 in.
Circum. around belly button: 109 cm/43.6 in.
Under bust: 89 cm/35.6 in.
Under armpits: 94 cm/37.6 in.
Shoulders: 103 cm/41.2 in.
Hips: 115 cm/46 in.
Thigh (left): 75 cm/30 in.
Thigh (right): 75 cm/30 in.
Knee (left): 41 cm/16.4 in.
knee (right): 42 cm/16.8 in.
Ankle (left): 26 cm/10.4 in.
Ankle (right): 25 cm/10 in.
There you have it. Hopefully next week, it'll be a little less painful to look at this.
Let's talk food
So the day of reckoning has come. Today, I'm joining the gym.
So obviously yesterday and Friday were severe binge days. Why is it that if you're about to embark on a weight-loss journey, instead of taking the few days leading up to it to cleanse your body and drink some carrot juice, I instead was a complete pig. Here's what I ate:
Friday
A tub of egg potato salad (it's absolutely vile and I love it): approx 700 calories
Snickers bar: 280 calories
Wonderbar crunchy: 280 calories
Organic milk chocolate with nuts/raisins: approx 560 calories
Total: 1820 calories
Saturday
Bowl of Nesquik chocolate cereal: approx 300 calories
Entire box of cocunut caramel cookies: 975 calories
Bounty bar: 280 calories
Total: 1555 calories
Obviously this is on top of my regular meals. Seriously, is it a wonder I'm such a fat pig?
So obviously yesterday and Friday were severe binge days. Why is it that if you're about to embark on a weight-loss journey, instead of taking the few days leading up to it to cleanse your body and drink some carrot juice, I instead was a complete pig. Here's what I ate:
Friday
A tub of egg potato salad (it's absolutely vile and I love it): approx 700 calories
Snickers bar: 280 calories
Wonderbar crunchy: 280 calories
Organic milk chocolate with nuts/raisins: approx 560 calories
Total: 1820 calories
Saturday
Bowl of Nesquik chocolate cereal: approx 300 calories
Entire box of cocunut caramel cookies: 975 calories
Bounty bar: 280 calories
Total: 1555 calories
Obviously this is on top of my regular meals. Seriously, is it a wonder I'm such a fat pig?
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Fat cow at prom
It's a new year for me. Since I'm in currently in school, that constitutes as a new school year. I'm sort of depressed about it since as far as I know I've got hardly any classes with my friends, and the last thing I need in my last year of high school is to have classes with completely new people. Of course I don't make friends easily. Because of my weight or awkward social demeanor is not clear, maybe the one exists because of the other.
Well, anyway, the important thing is that I'm in for another long ride, full of tests, projects, all sorts of stress and of course the social side of things. We've got the rare dance, the semiformal and of course, the last torture before we all part out different ways - the formal/prom/grad/whatever name is bestowed on that beautiful night when everyone puts on their party frocks and looks their finest. It's usually a pretty big deal in girl circle, what with the dress shopping, make-up, hair-do's, all sort of things that being fat makes you dread.
It's not that I couldn't in any possible way attend these things. My weight, although astronomical by high school proportions, does not by any means amount to a size of whale proportions. But the problem is, I don't want to go to the prom looking good for a fat girl, I want to go looking fantastic for a skinny girl.
And let's get this straight - the prom, while no doubt a nice night - does not particularly get my excitement levels above a night staying in watching House. I adore dressing up but some banquet hall full of people I don't really care much about is not my idea of a must-go event.
My desire to lose weight probably stems from wanting to feel normal for once, not having to wear strategically purchased black to hide flaws or bumps or cellulite. Although I don't really ignite long stares and double glances outside on the street, I have encounted sly comments or gruel once-overs that would send a weaker person to the bathroom stall in tears. In turn, I venture home and feeling comfortable in the secure haven with my computer and tv, proceed to eat my way through various foods to feel in control.
Trust me, there are few things that are as damaging to hear as someone whose legs are the size of my arms say "Well, I really like to look good in a bikini" - glancing at your fat ass sheathed in fabric - "Although I guess it's not that important." Even offhand comments ("Tyra Banks is so fat!") have you tense up in preparation for an insult.
It's really the worse thing to go around feeling fat, because even if you accomplish something great (by a student's definition, at least) there's that little voice that goes "Well, you're still fat."
And I don't want to be known as the fat girl in university. Or the fat girl that lost weight. I don't know, even if you lose weight, having someone bring it up even as compliments ("Oh you look so good. Did you lose some weight?") makes me self-conscious because it's admitting that I didn't look good before. And really, I gain weight like crazy, so if this freshman 15 thing is true (and I'm sure it is) then I could easily pull it off (and more!) and break into the 200s.
And that's another thing. Being on the south side of 200s is, although still worrying, not as scary as going over that number. I fear that if I let it slide now then when I'm piling on the pounds, particularly in university where I'll be busy just trying to study, I'll be either too fat or lazy or out of shape to carry out an exercise and diet regime.
Well, anyway, the important thing is that I'm in for another long ride, full of tests, projects, all sorts of stress and of course the social side of things. We've got the rare dance, the semiformal and of course, the last torture before we all part out different ways - the formal/prom/grad/whatever name is bestowed on that beautiful night when everyone puts on their party frocks and looks their finest. It's usually a pretty big deal in girl circle, what with the dress shopping, make-up, hair-do's, all sort of things that being fat makes you dread.
It's not that I couldn't in any possible way attend these things. My weight, although astronomical by high school proportions, does not by any means amount to a size of whale proportions. But the problem is, I don't want to go to the prom looking good for a fat girl, I want to go looking fantastic for a skinny girl.
And let's get this straight - the prom, while no doubt a nice night - does not particularly get my excitement levels above a night staying in watching House. I adore dressing up but some banquet hall full of people I don't really care much about is not my idea of a must-go event.
My desire to lose weight probably stems from wanting to feel normal for once, not having to wear strategically purchased black to hide flaws or bumps or cellulite. Although I don't really ignite long stares and double glances outside on the street, I have encounted sly comments or gruel once-overs that would send a weaker person to the bathroom stall in tears. In turn, I venture home and feeling comfortable in the secure haven with my computer and tv, proceed to eat my way through various foods to feel in control.
Trust me, there are few things that are as damaging to hear as someone whose legs are the size of my arms say "Well, I really like to look good in a bikini" - glancing at your fat ass sheathed in fabric - "Although I guess it's not that important." Even offhand comments ("Tyra Banks is so fat!") have you tense up in preparation for an insult.
It's really the worse thing to go around feeling fat, because even if you accomplish something great (by a student's definition, at least) there's that little voice that goes "Well, you're still fat."
And I don't want to be known as the fat girl in university. Or the fat girl that lost weight. I don't know, even if you lose weight, having someone bring it up even as compliments ("Oh you look so good. Did you lose some weight?") makes me self-conscious because it's admitting that I didn't look good before. And really, I gain weight like crazy, so if this freshman 15 thing is true (and I'm sure it is) then I could easily pull it off (and more!) and break into the 200s.
And that's another thing. Being on the south side of 200s is, although still worrying, not as scary as going over that number. I fear that if I let it slide now then when I'm piling on the pounds, particularly in university where I'll be busy just trying to study, I'll be either too fat or lazy or out of shape to carry out an exercise and diet regime.
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