Per my newspaper column this week, I said I would list all the "Rules for Being Human" You can find them here.
Attitude
September 08, 2009
August 10, 2009
August 05, 2009
Changing the View
I stood on my head today. Well, that's not exactly accurate. Actually standing on my head would require a level of flexibility and dexterity not possessed by yours truly as my feet cannot even reach that big ol' noggin of...
July 15, 2009
On the (Butter)horns of a Dilemma
Here I sit, having face-time with the perennial decision of any dieter, "Do I or don't I?" Somebody said that foods made with salt, sugar, and fat are the most irresistible. Why not just call them what they are, "baked...
July 01, 2009
Brittany's First Steps
Dinner had finished so they retired to the living room, leaving the pile of plates and cups in the sink. After all, dishes will wait, your daughter's potential first steps will not. Brittany, a curly-haired, energetic, bundle of energy; was...
June 25, 2009
Some of What we do is Obvious
Sitting at my usual table, at my usual coffee house, at the usual time, I'm not sure I "read" my newspaper, per se. I glance at an article, absorb a few lines, and then give myself the luxury of letting...
June 15, 2009
May 04, 2009
April 27, 2009
January 12, 2009
Remember the last time I wore this?
Nope, neither do I! I went clothes "shopping" in the dark side of the closet; that section where old too-thin clothes go to hide and you say, "One of these days I'll get back into it." Well, it looks like "one of these days" was today for a nice blue pair of pants I really like!
After five weeks of following the new Weight Watchers Momentum Plan, when I weighed in last week (my weigh in day is Tuesday), I had lost another pound, making the grand total eight pounds!!! They say a safe weight loss is 1-2 pounds a week and, despite the plateau for weeks 2, 3, 4, I'm doing just about the average.
I stood on the scale this morning and had to do a double take. I don't
get on the scale as much as I used to because I found myself obsessing
on it. If the loss is less than I am expecting, I feel bad and say, "Screw it, might as well eat..." If I'm doing well, I say, "Wow! I've got room to move. I can get a little sloppy." Either path leads to the kitchen, and before you know it, I'm eating again. So, I stay off the scale...mostly.
Since my weigh in day is Tuesday, I do tend to get a little antsy on Mondays, so I got on the scale this morning and couldn't believe my eyes! Lately, my morning naked weight (you know, trying to get the lowest possible number) had been around 184-186, which was too high. I got on the program again because early December, it got to 189 and that was just too freakin' scary. When I'm doing real well, my morning weight will be about 180-182. This morning, it was 178! I thought, "What? Is the scale broken?" I got off and on it three times just to make sure. It hasn't been under 180 in as long as I can remember!
Granted, since it seems appropriate to remove all my clothes for my Weight Watchers weigh in, I'll weigh four or five pound more. Still, it's all relative, isn't it?
So, what to do?
Well, the first thing is to run to the closet and dig into the way-back machine of clothing that's too frustrating to put on. There are about four or five shirts I used to like but the buttons pull across my chest or stomach now and it looks tacky. Not to mention, it reminds me that I need to lose weight. I also have about two or three pair of pants back there. The price for wearing them is that I must give up my attachment to breathing.
I tried on the brown ones; nice chocolate color and -- without holding my breath or lying on the bed -- they slipped right on but are a little short; a sign that I need to lose about two or three more pounds before I venture into the world wearing them. I could have but who needs to be self conscious all day because my pant legs are riding above my ankles? (We used to call those "high waters" when I was a kid and I hated it then.) So, I pulled out the blue ones; lo and behold - marvelous fit and the correct length. I can bend over and breathe! Praise the saints!
Well, with that victory under my belt (literally and figuratively), I needed a shirt and found one of my old favorites. It's been so long that I forgot I even had it. So, I'm wearing a Nehru jacket! (Naw, just joking, it hasn't been that long...) I found a blue and white vertical striped shirt with white color that I used to just love. Wearing it -- with a dark blue tie. Looking and feeling fine!
Oh yeah, the coup de grace; I had to go down another notch in my belt!
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