Monday, October 31, 2011

Take it off | Week 35: Trick or Treat?




Remember last week when I was all sad and mopey about stalling out? Well my moping continued throughout the week. I kicked some sand, I pouted, I considered tape worms.

On Thursday I had my usual chat with my dietician and after I got done sobbing and belly aching about it, Jen was all STFU Kelly.

Well, no not really. :) She was much nicer about it but it could have been summed up that way.

Jen, she is one of my biggest supporters and one of my biggest fears. I've never met Jen in person but when I think of her, it's somewhere between Disney princess and drill sergeant. I dig it. It keeps me in line.

She reminded me that I have not had many weeks of zero losses. The ones that I have had were somewhat planned and this is the first time I've truly stalled out. Thankfully she presented me with a few options to get things moving again. Add three ounces of protein on the days I run, a half hour before I run. This is in addition to my lean & green. I am also going to try using the Medifast Calorie Burn drinks. I can use up to three a day in addition to my meals.

If these things don't work, then I might switch to the 4&2 plan. That would be four Medifast meals and two lean & greens. Its more calories which worries me a bit. But my body might be fighting me because I am not getting enough calories. We'll see what happens with the first option before I jump to the 4&2.

I also did a few things to help rid me of my mood funk. First I went shopping. I wish I had better photos but, well, I forgot. So you get my dressing room photos, sneakers and all.


Now I need to get a job as a secretary. Meow!

Oh, want to know the sizes on those dresses? Size twelve, baby! What's even better is that they were $11.99 and $5.99, respectively.

I also go my hair cut over the weekend. But there will be no photos of that. I hate it. The girl hacked the crap out of my bangs. I have to wear them pinned back until they grow out a bit. I had the rest of my hair done in a long bob. It looks ok - but kind of boring for me. Its very soccer mom and I am not used to that at all. I usually lean more toward rocker hair (um hello pink highlights. I miss you!)

I'm keeping up with the C25k. I started Week 5, Day 1 yesterday with an extra five minute run interval. I did the extra five because I wanted to see what my time would be covering 3 miles. My first 5k is in twenty days. TWENTY! and I wanted to be sure it wouldn't take me an hour to do it. So, doing W5;D1 with one extra interval I came in around 35 minutes. Thats with walking so I am hopeful by the 20th I will have a decent finishing time. And even if I don't, oh well! I still did it.

I've also signed up for this 2 week challenge. I'm totally scared of it. I also might have to modify it so that I am not overexerting myself. It calls for daily workouts and I might have to stretch it to every other day since I will still be running. However I do it, I'm getting it done. But can I just show you some of the terrifying shit I'm about to attempt?

There are squats, lunges, crunches and sit ups. Calf raises, dumbell curls, something called a French press, and V-ups (oh jesus have you seen these?)
Uhhh...yeah. Mine is going to be more like a U-up followed by a throw up.

WHAT THE MOTHER EFF IS THIS? They seriously expect me to do this?

Maybe I will place some candy corn on the ground as motivation to get up and down.

Speaking of candy corn, I found this graphic on Pinterest and thought it was funny. Its a breakdown of the true 'magic' pill required to lose weight. I find it hilarious that it looks like candy corn.
Did they intentionally do that? Because if all it took to lose weight was eating candy corn, I could be a size zero in a matter of days. I could throw down on some candy corn!

So it's Halloween and I'm sure you are wondering if I got a trick or a treat on the scale this morning. Since I've been such a good girl, I got a treat. The scale is moving again and I am down a pound. Woot! I am 39lbs away from goal. Can you believe that???

Lastly, I want to leave you all with my favorite running song:
If that doesn't get you pumped, then I really can't help you. :P

Keep your hands out of those treat bags, people! We've still got Thanksgiving and Christmas goodies ahead of us. Build up your resistance now!

Month One: -16 lbs
Month Two: -5 lbs
Month Three: -6 lbs
Month Four: -6 lbs
Month Five: -6 lbs
Month Six: -8.5 lbs
Month Seven: -7.5 lbs
Month Eight: -5 lbs
Week thirty three: -0 lbs
Week thirty four: -0 lbs <insert sad face>
Week thirty five: -1 lbs <insert happy face!>

Total: 61 lbs gone forever!
Current weight: 179 lbs
Distance from goal: 39 lbs!!

If you're interested in trying Medifast, I have a great deal for you! Use the code TURNIP50 to get $50 off an order of $275.
*FTC Disclosure: Medifast provides their products for my personal use for free. I am not paid or compensated in any other way for mentioning their products. All thoughts written here are mine. I love complaining so I would tell you if I didn't like something in the program. :)

~*Stephanie aka Goober Monkey*~
~*Jenni aka Jenni From the Blog*~
~*Tiffany aka Momnom*~
~*Eileen aka Bringing Up Bronwyn*~
~*Laura akaWho you are is Enough*~

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

My husband, the romantic

Picture it: It's 4 am on the first cool fall morning (after his alarm went off...on a Saturday. Awesome!).

him: Are you cold?
me: no *thinks murderous thoughts*
him: roll over on your side so I can spoon you. I'm cold. You aren't cold?
me: no *zomg less talky more sleepy!*
him: Well. Roll over anyway. I'm freezing.


We're only 4ish years into this marriage. At this rate, I think I might be getting Spam for Valentine's Day.



Dearest husband, I'm totally kidding. You know I'm up for spooning no matter the reason.  :)

Monday, October 24, 2011

How to scare the shit out of your neighbors

So I was running along the other day and I was all 'La dee da! run, run, run! jiggle, jiggle, jiggle!' and minding my own business. Ahead of me I saw a person sitting in the passenger side of a car parked in a driveway. The car wasn't turned on - I thought that was odd.

As I got closer, it appeared that the person's hands were raised in an effort to open the door. 'Hmmm,' I thought, "they seem to be struggling with that door.'

A few steps closer, they aren't moving.

Oh my god is that an old person stuck in a car? Was I really going to have to give someone a beat down for elder abuse? My heart raced as I got closer and pulled my phone out in preparation of dialing 911. Just as I was about to make a valiant rescue and become the savior of old folks everywhere, I saw this:

His name is Ted. Ted is dead.

And that's the story of how I crapped my pants while running.

Thanks neighbor!

Take it off | Week 34: The "P" Word




It was bound to happen. I've been denying it for the past two weeks but I knew it was coming. This morning when I weighed in I had no choice but to admit the truth to myself: I've hit a plateau and I am sad about it. 

I am stuck at 180 and it blows. I haven't been cheating, I haven't been a lazy bastard, I haven't been swapping out my water for soda or anything ridiculous like that. For all the miles I've covered in running the past few weeks I am still exactly where I started. I am fairly sure the running is actually the culprit so I am going to change things up a bit. 

Here's my plan to try and get out of this slump:

  • include two extra ounces of protein a day on the days that I run.
  • start doing some muscle building exercises on days that I don't run.
  • get more sleep. This will be next to impossible but I am going to try. I am going to start using my lunch break again to take 20 minute power naps.
  • rest on days when I need it instead of pushing through.
  • continue to track every bite I take
Basically, I am gonna keep on keepin' on.

Even though I am in no way throwing in the towel, I'm disappointed and feel somewhat defeated. I'm a slow loser and after all the extra hard work I've put in lately, this is adding insult to injury. My self-imposed timelines have been blown over and over. While 40 pounds might seem like a lot of weight to most people, for me it feels like the home stretch. And when the days tick away with no loss, I become increasingly frustrated with my body. Forty pounds feels like nothing to me and in my mind should just fall right off.

So why the hell doesn't it?

I just want to be done. I want to be in transition. I want to go shopping for clothes in one size and know that I will not have to turn around in a month and replace my entire wardrobe again. Actually the reality is that I want to get out of my too big clothes because I refuse to replace my entire wardrobe until I get to goal. I want to wear things that fit properly! I want to exercise because it means maintaining and not because it means fighting with the weight that won't come off. I want to be able to move onto the next stage of our life that is currently on hold until I get to my goal weight.

I'll get there. Come hell or high water, I will get there without stopping. I refuse to give up on this because I know this program works. I have 60 pounds of proof and a pile of too large clothing to back it up. I just need to change things up a bit. Hopefully these modifications will work.

In other news, I am about to start week 4 of the C25k. I did day 3 of week 3 two times (got that? or do you need a calculator?) because I didn't feel confident that I could complete 4:1 without stopping during the runs. I'm also officially signed up for a 5k on November 20th. 
My dietician Jennifer and my friends Amanda and Alison are running with me. I am quite sure they will make it to the finish line before me but it will be nice to have them waiting there at the end. I'm excited to finally meet Jen in person. We have talked nearly every Thursday for the last 8 months. It will be nice to put a face to this awesome source of support.

I had a couple of nice NSVs over the weekend. My sweat pants have become far too big and I've been meaning to get new ones for a while. When I started Medifast I was wearing size XXL yoga pants from Old Navy that were stretched to the limit. Saturday at Kohls I bought a size Large. I didn't have a chance to try them on but when I got them home I discovered that I really should have bought a medium. :D

The best NSV though was a game of tag with my daughter. I haven't attempted a game of tag with her in ages because I would get so winded. If I never lose another pound, this will be the greatest thing I've gained from all of this. I can run and play with my daughter without ending up out of breath and exhausted. 

So that's it. I'm stuck and frustrated and I will get through it. Because for once in my life I will finish this. 




Month One: -16 lbs
Month Two: -5 lbs
Month Three: -6 lbs
Month Four: -6 lbs
Month Five: -6 lbs
Month Six: -8.5 lbs
Month Seven: -7.5 lbs
Month Eight: -5 lbs
Week thirty three: -0 lbs
Week thirty four: -0 lbs <insert sad face>

Total: 60 lbs gone forever!
Current weight: 180 lbs
Distance from goal: 40 lbs!!

If you're interested in trying Medifast, I have a great deal for you! Use the code TURNIP50 to get $50 off an order of $275.
*FTC Disclosure: Medifast provides their products for my personal use for free. I am not paid or compensated in any other way for mentioning their products. All thoughts written here are mine. I love complaining so I would tell you if I didn't like something in the program. :)

~*Stephanie aka Goober Monkey*~
~*Jenni aka Jenni From the Blog*~
~*Tiffany aka Momnom*~
~*Eileen aka Bringing Up Bronwyn*~
~*Laura akaWho you are is Enough*~

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Surviving the Quizmaster

My daughter is trying to push me to the brink. I’m usually already halfway there - so she doesn't need to push hard. But god help me, she is going to shove me over the edge and throw hives of raging hornets at me on the way down. She is out to destroy me. I can see it in her eyes.

Don't be fooled by this sweet face.

She is working on a diabolical plan in that big ol' head and I am target numero uno.

What I am talking about are the questions. The incessant, mind numbing, repetitive and ridiculous questions. Every day is ground hog day with a barrage of familiar rapid fire questions aimed right at the soft spot in my brain. Every day it’s like I am trapped on the worst quiz show ever. Where are we going? Are you going left? Why didn’t you go left? Is that light green? What does green mean? Green means go, right mommy? Are we going to daycare? Are you going to work? Can I watch Dora? Where are we going? Can I take off my shoes?

This is every day on the way to daycare. A five minute ride is turned into the ultimate test of patience. When she gets going, she takes me to a level of hell that I had never before experienced. For example on our recent vacation, a road trip to Canada – a seven hour trip…each way – the questions were relentless. And it wasn’t even the even the questioning, it was the lack of variety. I was on a quiz show that I couldn’t win.


Izzy: Are we going on a trip
Me: yup, we are on it. We’re going to Canada
Izzy: Are we on the trip?
Me: yes
Izzy: NO WE NOT! Where is the trip?
Me: we are on it.
Izzy: Can my baby come on the trip?
Me: sure.
Izzy: don’t say sure! Mommy you’s supposed to say ‘yes!’. Say YES mommy.
Me: Ye—
Izzy: are we going on a trip? Can I get out now? Can I take off my shoes? Are we going on a trip?
Me: ::FML. Six more hours of this shit? The Husband better not go any slower than 55mph or I am jumping the eff out::

.....Pause......

Izzy: Are we going on a trip 


That was the point at which I jumped out of the car. I think it was right around Syracuse. I don’t really remember with the concussion and all.

I know this is a completely normal part of development for her age. And hell, with the number of questions she’s asking, she might just be advanced. But what developmental stage is this for me, the mother? What exactly is it supposed to teach me? I’ve done every motherhood stage:

-          The ‘up all night and survive’ maternity leave stage
o   To this day I am still in awe of how little sleep I can run on. My husband on the other hand…well, the little prince needs his beauty rest. I learned that coffee is and always will be the ultimate BFF.

-          The ‘up all night, survive, and not get fired from your job because you frequently fall asleep at your desk’ stage
o   In addition to what I learned above, I also learned that 8 hours of work is really 16. I need to talk to someone about adjusting my paycheck.

-          The ‘oh my god my I’m just like my mom’ phase
o   ::SHUDDER:: That is all.

-          The ‘for god sake keep your clothes on in public!’ stage
o   I learned that naked is great fun and everyone should run around nude when they can. Of course the fun ends when your toddler discovers that boys and girls have different parts and that some of their parts have ummm….shrubbery…and they start asking questions.

- The ever favorite potty training and the ‘No you don’t need to go again’ public bathroom exploration phase
o   I’ve learned the true value of that 6 gallon bucket of hand sanitizer that my husband bought at BJ’s. Seriously y’all, if you are gonna hover, at least wipe up after yourself. Do you realize how time consuming it is to make a pee-pee tent for a toddler? I don’t even want to talk about port-o-potties.

But for all the torturous, mind melting stages we’ve been through, this is by far the worst.  I hereby dub it ‘Surviving the Quizmaster’. I have no idea what the lesson is other than how do I A.) not kill myself  B.) keep myself from pulling off my own ears or C.) not kill myself.

And just when I thought this phase should pass soon, someone was kind enough to inform me that their 7 and 10 year olds are the exact same way.

I am currently reviewing options A, B and C again to resolve this issue.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Take it off | Week 33: My new normal





Normal.

That's the word that kept creeping into my mind and popping up all over the place in my life last week.

It came up in a conversation on Facebook:
And then it came up on Twitter between two of my Medifast friends:


I've been examining what 'normal' is in terms of obesity and health. Obviously a largely relative term that holds any number of definitions depending on the person and circumstances. Normal changes, it can be refined, it adapts, it evolves. Normal, in my opinion, is only limited by the individual.

A year ago it was not normal for me to not fit in theater seats, to have people look at me with something other than the "I'm glad I'm not that fat" face. Nor was it normal for me hold myself accountable in any fashion let alone by telling the public at large what I've eaten, how I've exercised, what size clothing I was wearing or what my state of mind was regarding all of these topics. It was not normal for people to tell me they were proud of me or that I was an inspiration or thank me for motivating them.


It was my normal to eat with great abandon and slowly kill myself with no regard to who was being affected.

My 'normal' was killing me. My 'normal' was painful to be and painful for those around me to watch. When I finally decided that this normal no longer suited me, day by day I began building a new one.

Now my new normal is taking up less space but living a larger than ever life. Creating a level of accountability that is manageable but non-threatening to my level of comfort, yet challenges me to push harder every day. I eat thoughtfully and with purpose, I run and when I don't run I find another way to move. I strive to inspire others to change and challenge their normal through my example. It is accepting that I must eat differently than what I perceive others are 'allowed' to eat. My new normal is a place of challenging, caring for and forgiving myself.

Its not easy, many days are a struggle. I get tired, I get disappointed, I crave and sometimes I cry. Every so often I long to be a different normal - because my former normal is nothing to long for. But if normal is something to be enjoyed, then I will enjoy this new one for all it's worth. And believe me, its worth everything to me. I love my normal. How do you feel about yours?

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The skinny: Well I lost nothing this week. Zip, zilch, goose egg. But I'm okay with it (sort of). I know I did all the right things this week so I am happy to maintain and have no loss vs. doing all the wrong things and gaining. I'm keeping up with the C25k program and just committed to my first 5k on Nov. 20th. Eep! Aside from being ridiculously tired all the time (I'm not sure why), I actually feel great physically. I just keep pushing through but try not to over exert myself.  I tracked my food every day and drank a ton of water. We ate out a lot late in the week and I planned what I could and made some good choices. All in all, it was a successful week. But I would very much appreciate it if my body would show me some payoff to all this running on the scale!

Month One: -16 lbs
Month Two: -5 lbs
Month Three: -6 lbs
Month Four: -6 lbs
Month Five: -6 lbs
Month Six: -8.5 lbs
Month Seven: -7.5 lbs
Week twenty nine: -1 lbs
Week thirty: -2 lbs
Week thirty one: -0.5 lbs
Week thirty two: -1.5 lbs
Week thirty three: -0 lbs

Total: 60 lbs gone forever!
Current weight: 180 lbs
Distance from goal: 40 lbs!!

If you're interested in trying Medifast, I have a great deal for you! Use the code TURNIP50 to get $50 off an order of $275.
*FTC Disclosure: Medifast provides their products for my personal use for free. I am not paid or compensated in any other way for mentioning their products. All thoughts written here are mine. I love complaining so I would tell you if I didn't like something in the program. :)

~*Stephanie aka Goober Monkey*~
~*Jenni aka Jenni From the Blog*~
~*Tiffany aka Momnom*~
~*Eileen aka Bringing Up Bronwyn*~
~*Laura akaWho you are is Enough*~

Monday, October 10, 2011

Take it off | Week 32: Carbs have ruined Fall for me




I used to love Fall. Love, love, love. And (inner) healthy me would tell you (*ahem* lie to you) that it was the crisp air, the turning of the foliage, sweater weather, hay rides, and picking out costumes for Halloween.

But unhealthy, indulgent, binge eating me would have told you that I love fall because it meant honeycrisp apples, candy corn, pecan pie, apple cider, apple cider donuts, pumpkin donuts, pumpkin coffee, halloween candy that is individually wrapped in 'fun sizes' that I would convince myself was okay to eat because they are so tiny.

Oh and lets not forget the new seasonal treat of pumpkin pop-tarts. I don't care what the beloved 'Hungry Girl' tells us. Pumpkin is officially the diet devil.

One of the biggest challenges of weight loss is finding new ways to live your life. This is especially true when it comes to times of celebration and gathering. Fall is a time for apple picking, pumpkin patches, hay rides with hot apple cider and seasonally flavored baked goods. We get all bundled up in our fleece, head out to the farms and spend the afternoon carb-loading and laying around on bales of hay.

Since I live a life of low-carb, low-fat, and low-cal eating, I have to find a new way to live and love Fall. Thank goodness I can still flop around on bales of hay! I can still take part in all the fall fun but this means nibbles instead of shoving it in until I bust. It means refraining from the urge to sample all of it. It means that Fall will be here again next year and if I miss out on an apple cider donut or twelve, its ok, there is always next year. I'm not sacrificing. I'm making better choices for the greater good. So that I will be here for many more hayrides for years to come.

Something I do still love about Fall though is the cooler weather. It has helped to make doing this, a little easier:

Yes, I'm actually doing it. Yes, I'm actually going to finish it. And god help me I'm picking out a 5k to run in December. At the encouragement of several people that apparently want me dead, they said I should choose a race so that I stick with the program. I hope you bastards are working on your upper body strength. Because when I pass the eff out and vomit all over myself, you are sure as hell dragging my ass across the finish line.

Oh and how is this for torture? Pretty sure my first 5k will be this race:
FML
But I'm doing this. I might pass out, or throw up, or poop my pants (I hear that's an issue for some runners!) or I might end up walking to the finish line while cursing Jennifer, Kiely, Amanda and Alison (that's right bitches. I'm making a list of who I should hate after I finish this ridiculousness) wait for me at the end. But either way, I'm doing it. And I might just do it again because (and don't tell anyone) I kinda like it so far.

OH! OH! I also did this little thing over the weekend. Really its no big deal probably not even worth mentioning. Pssshhh such a small thing. I don't know why I'm even going to bother....

I hit 60 pounds.

See? No big thing. :)


Month One: -16 lbs
Month Two: -5 lbs
Month Three: -6 lbs
Month Four: -6 lbs
Month Five: -6 lbs
Month Six: -8.5 lbs
Month Seven: -7.5 lbs
Week twenty nine: -1 lbs
Week thirty: -2 lbs
Week thirty one: -0.5 lbs
Week thirty two: -1.5 lbs

Total: 60 lbs gone forever!
Current weight: 180 lbs
Distance from goal: 40 lbs!!

If you're interested in trying Medifast, I have a great deal for you! Use the code TURNIP50 to get $50 off an order of $275.
*FTC Disclosure: Medifast provides their products for my personal use for free. I am not paid or compensated in any other way for mentioning their products. All thoughts written here are mine. I love complaining so I would tell you if I didn't like something in the program. :)

~*Stephanie aka Goober Monkey*~
~*Jenni aka Jenni From the Blog*~
~*Tiffany aka Momnom*~
~*Eileen aka Bringing Up Bronwyn*~
~*Laura akaWho you are is Enough*~

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

She's Famous in Canada

 
This was at dinner during our first night in Canada. In the days following, several people recognized Izzy around town as 'Oh there's the little dancing girl from dinner the other night!'.

I can only hope the paparazzi will keep a respectful distance on this crazy ride called fame.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Take it Off | Week 31: Vacation hangover



Oh vacation. You were so glorious yet so awful. I will miss your carefree days but I am glad to get back to a routine. Last week we took a road trip to Niagara Falls, Canada. I was nervous about this trip. Temptation abounds when I am out of my routine: fast food, Starbucks, drinks with dinner and oh my goodness Tim Horton's (SO glad these are not prevalent in the US).

Thankfully, Medifast travels really well! I packed bars aplenty, I pre-made muffins from oatmeal, I made chips from the soup and I pre-cooked brownies. I had indulged in a drink (just one!) at dinner two nights last week but overall I did really well. I ate salads with dressings on the side, avoided snacking and drank lots and lots of water (though probably not enough). I did really well staying on plan until about day four.

Day four. *sigh* Four days of minimal amounts of sleep from sharing hotel rooms with a toddler that doesn't like to sleep. And when she does sleep, it's like that scene from the 3 Stooges where Curly is spinning around on his side on the floor. Oh and she talks in her sleep. Fun times. She also woke up pre-dawn every day.

Here comes the word vomit.

So we have: 
     - Lack of sleep
     - vacation bloat making me feel like crap - pun intended (omg to be regular again!)
     - limited bathroom access = being cautious about water intake
     - watching husband and kid chow down on whatever they want
     - being trapped in a car with a 3yo that won't nap or zip her lip (oh yeah, constant talking in waking AND sleeping hours. Lucky me!)

By day four, I was done. I had lost all hope for maintaining any kind of routine or normalcy. Whatever chemical it is in your brain that makes you crave bad food when you are tired, it kicked into overdrive for me. Y'all, on day four and part of day five, I totally fell off the wagon. I had full fat, full sugar coffee drinks, fried everything, and there was a really big margarita in there somewhere. 
I am trying to not beat myself up about it because we all have these times, right? But I've got my tail between my legs big time. I was doing so well. Before the trip my nutritionist said to me 'Eat to live, don't live to eat.' And that had been my mantra and I woke up Wednesday morning (day 4) and it all fell apart. I wanted to be home. I wanted to be away from continental breakfasts, every meal at a restaurant, coffee joints on every corner, snacks, snacks and more snacks. 

Really there are no excuses. I just caved. By Friday I thought that my good habits were back in order. I was feeling good, I was maintaining my weight. Then Saturday night came and I had a few drinks while working on a project. So...vacation was fun but staying on plan...I wouldn't call it a complete wash but I certainly would not dare utter the word success in regard to this week. I managed to lose a half pound, exceeding my goal to maintain. But I am bummed that I didn't stick to things better.

It's a new week though. I am excited because I am finally going to get back into my exercise routine. I am starting the Couch to 5k tonight. I struggle to find the time to exercise and I really can't spend the money on a gym right now. Especially since I know I won't get there most days to make it worth the money. So C25k it is. I can hang with a half hour a day and a 2.99 download. Since I haven't really rewarded myself with any mini-goal gifts, I've decided to splurge on something to encourage me in my exercise routine. I'm going to get myself a FitBit. I've been eyeing this for a while but stuck with a watch-style monitor that I don't love. Time to upgrade and treat myself!

I'm also excited because my in-laws are coming to town. My husband has told them about my Medifast journey but (as far as I know) they don't read this blog. I'm not sure they've even seen photos of me yet and its been quite a while since they've seen me. The last time they saw me, I looked like this:


I was totally cute but holy unhealthy! I get tired just looking at those photos. So much weight to lug around every day!

And this is what they will see this weekend (minus a few more pounds!)
Yes. I'm wearing the green shirt again. My wardrobe is a tad limited these days.
So here's to a new week and getting back on track! If you see me passed out on the side of the road, please stop and pause my C25k app. I don't want to miss any of it! :) 



Month One: -16 lbs
Month Two: -5 lbs
Month Three: -6 lbs
Month Four: -6 lbs
Month Five: -6 lbs
Month Six: -8.5 lbs
Month Seven: -7.5 lbs
Week twenty nine: -1 lbs
Week thirty: -2 lbs
Week thirty one: -0.5 lbs

Total: 58.5 lbs gone forever!
Current weight: 181.5 lbs
Distance from goal: 41.5 lbs!!

If you're interested in trying Medifast, I have a great deal for you! Use the code TURNIP50 to get $50 off an order of $275.
*FTC Disclosure: Medifast provides their products for my personal use for free. I am not paid or compensated in any other way for mentioning their products. All thoughts written here are mine. I love complaining so I would tell you if I didn't like something in the program. :)

~*Stephanie aka Goober Monkey*~
~*Jenni aka Jenni From the Blog*~
~*Tiffany aka Momnom*~
~*Eileen aka Bringing Up Bronwyn*~
~*Laura akaWho you are is Enough*~
 
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