CrimsonKoi

So the past week didn’t go as smoothly as planned. It was busily filled with family and alot of job applications. I can still see those damn things dancing in my head at night. Where are the sugarplums when you need them? I slipped a bit but not too badly. I haven’t gotten to weigh in again just yet but I feel like I’ve lost a pound or so by the fit of my jeans. (Always a nice thing.) At least no gains.

I slept and definitely made up for all the Z’s I’d missed out on over the week. And whoa, when I woke up, it was parched city in my stomach. I know I downed at least 9 ounces of water in no time. In catching up, I had an interesting dream.  Well, a few but they all centered around the same things. Fat-Sucking Vampires. Instead of your typical movie blood-feast, they were of medical purposes. Kind of like doctors without the lipo tubes. You’d show them a troubled spot (Thankfully it was my stomach, not my butt.) and they’d set to work with their fangs and that troubled area would be reduced in cellulite in no time at all. And because it was a vampire, the fat would magically be metabolised quickly in their systems and tada! No longer in existence. It was a memorable dream.

Best of luck to all of you this upcoming week.

Cori

Last week definitely wasn’t the week for eating well and exercising. But I did my best for all of five days and then while I didn’t exercise over the weekend, I will have to count them as rest days to keep my inspiration up a bit. I did manage to walk my butt off Monday through Friday though. So there’s a bit of yay in there somewhere. As for eating.. I did stray some. Cinnamon Buns and those damned chocolate kisses.

 This morning, I woke up for a total of 30 minutes and then immediately went back to bed with the thought of “I just want to get warm.” Why I didn’t grab a hoodie and a pair of thick jeans in this time of short need is beyond me. In any case, I slept until around 2:30 in the afternoon. Talk about feeling like a failure after awakening. I began reflecting about this morning and over the past week and was feeling really down and guilt-ridden (which I know it’s something I shouldn’t do but pms is also plaguing my girly emotions.) So for a little drop me down or pick me up, I grabbed the scale and took it to the kitchen. FYI, Weigh In day isn’t for another week.

I hopped on the scale and couldn’t believe it. I moved the scale three or four different times to make sure I was standing on level ground and it said the same thing every single time. I’d lost six more pounds. Making my weight loss for March a total of 8 pounds. I am ecstatic! I called my sister and was on the verge of tears. So here I am, no longer discouraged. Gearing up for a walking session on the track later and eating whole wheat toast with a bit of peanut butter. *grin* Happiness ensues.

-Cori

First of all I’d like to extend a thank you for the comments and the motivation from the two ladies that commented on my last blog. It helped get me through another week and I’m appreciative. *smile*

Secondly, it’s been awhile since I’ve blogged. My weigh in was yesterday and I discovered that I’d lost 2 and a half pounds. Which considering how many times I’ve fallen off the wagon, is a baby step in the right direction. I’ve felt more comfortable with my body over the last 2 weeks than I’ve felt in the last decade.

 My biggest problem right now would be sleeping. I get plenty of sleep…. spread throughout the day and in several intervals. *wink* I honestly have difficulty sleeping through the night. It’s always a pee break that wakes me up and leaves me awake after getting back into bed or a screaming toddler at 4 in the morning. I’d love to remedy my sleeping habits and be that early bird that works out in the mornings to feel energized for the rest of the day. Goals for the next 2 weeks are 4-6 pounds of liquidated fatness and at least 8 hours of sleep through the night.

 Yesterday was Easter… Which means Egg Hunts and an abundance of chocolate. Particuarly a Dove Chocolate Bunny that I recieved as a quite tempting gift. One hundred percent of pure unadulterated sweetness packed with unimaginable calories and no “perfect” serving size. I feel much like Alice In Wonderland… Half expectantly waiting to turn over the wrapping and find a sign labeled EAT ME. But like Alice, I know that I will indeed get bigger. But there will be no birdie there to direct me with a screamed “SERPENT!” Instead, there will be a couch, a remote and my chocolate bunny. Unlike Alice, I can picture other labels such as “You’ll feel sick and horrible afterward.” Which have thus far, kept me at bay. So I’ll sit here and enjoy my cup of yogurt and be glad that Easter is finally over.

 XOXO

 Cori

The reason for the title is simple.. One of my nicknames is Panda. I don’t particuarly care to be known as an overly chubby and exceptionally furry mammal but then again, That’s why I’m here. *wink*

In a nutshell, my story is short. I weighed around 110 pounds up until I was 14 years old and that all changed when I quit gymnastics and discovered the wonderful world of gummy bears. In the past six years, my weight has climbed to 239 pounds (So sayeth the bathroom scale) and I’m generally just ready to regain my peace of mind and my figure.

110 pounds is a little drastic so I’m settling for 150. Ideally. My first major goal would be to get under 200 which is somewhere I haven’t been in a little over 2 years. I want to feel sexy and beautiful again because no matter how often my boyfriend may say it, I don’t believe it and my self esteem has really taken a tumble. I want to full-out run a mile without getting winded. I want to give up my addiction to the sweet death that is three or four yeast rolls in one sitting.

 I’ll be weighing myself once every 2 weeks, as to not get too wrapped up and obssessed. Sunday is my first weigh in day since beginning on the 10th of this month and I’m extremely nervous. Half a pound would be enough to keep my motivated. Anything. Any progress. I can feel it. It’ll be time to see it.

 I’m taking my sanity back. One ounce at a time.

XOX

Corinna