Happy Day After Mileygate!

Yoooooo. Miley Cyrus. VMA's. That girl is legit cray cray. I didn't mind. Honestly? I kinda loved it. And the more hate I read all up in my facebook page from my 'friends' the more I love it. She got exactly what she wanted. Good for her. Y'all are slut shaming. It wasn't that bad. I too wish she had danced instead of humping a foam finger but it's nothing scandalous. I'm more surprised at the backlash. I don't know why, but I found the whole thing funny. She's not a hardcore drug addict. She doesn't appear to have any mental issues. She's just a young girl on a big stage with everybody watching except the people that maybe should be. That's speculation but come on, give her a break. Stop hating. To quote Miley herself "Forget the haters, cuz somebody loves ya."

Okay so back to food and stuff. I've been doing well making changes that make sense. There is a good plan for me to follow from a food addiction treatment recovery plan based in Florida and I'm still working my way to fully being 'abstinent' and following the new plan 100%. So far I have stayed away from all fast food. This was really hard for me. I have become addicted to certain trigger foods and all fast food joints fall into that category. There have been many days when it's been more convenient to think about going to a drive thru but I like to imagine I live in a world where they just don't exist and Wendy's is a tire shop instead.

I am always amazed at the amount of energy and how much lighter I feel when I eat mostly clean foods that I cook at home. You would think that would be enough! Anyone who has dealt with addiction in any form knows that the beautiful side of sobriety is not usually enough to keep an addict on the straight and narrow. There's such a pull to what we crave.

I also find my mind seems clearer too. As I clean out the junk food in my life, my junk thoughts seem to go with it. Maybe I wasn't just feeding my addiction, but feeding my negative mind too. I'm sure it all goes hand it hand.

The counselor that I see says I am on the "pink cloud" and that I will eventually crash back down to earth and start to have to deal with the things I've been stuffing down. I will just do as well as I can and take it a day at a time.

Progress, not perfection.

Love & Peace,
T

Rolling with the Punches

I name my blogs like most of my songs, just random words that may or may not have anything to do with the paragraphs that end up below. It's funner that way. Is funner a word yet? It should be. If for no other reason than so that my dumb doesn't show when I attempt to use it in a conversation. I guess I could google it. Who has time for that?

I should start by saying that I am listening to Sara Bareilles album "The Blessed Unrest" on repeat in the background as I type this and I am easily distracted. You should also take a listen if you get the chance. She has me fully inspired and I wish I had paid attention to her talent years ago! Amazing stuff. Also Sophie is not happy that I'm not giving her attention either.

Look who is trying to distract me!

If you are here you are more than likely looking for that follow up post to my last entry. So here's what I've learned. I am a compulsive overeater. If you read that and cringe, I feel ya. It doesn't paint the sexiest picture. Recovery isn't sexy either I suppose. Let me back up and get you caught up to where I am at today.

About a month ago, maybe two I was feeling particularly gross. Just over this whole fat thing. It started feeling a little old, a little tired and a little not-little. I've known that my health has been in jeopardy. I've been told by doctors that my infertility at the moment is caused by my obesity. I've been put on anti-diabetic medications and water pills for the continuous swelling in my legs. Acid reflux has woken me from a dead sleep at 4am to puke until I get some relief. I've had dizzy spells at work where my blood sugar has dropped so low I've had to go home and again, back to the puking, until I feel better and can sleep it off. Basically I've gone from my weight bothering me solely because I can't shop at Target to bothering me because I'm actually getting sick.

I remember feeling happy that my weight had never made me sick. I held onto that I suppose to make myself feel better about my situation. After finally feeling fed up one night I decided to email my insurance and ask about gastric bypass.

For most of you that don't know me that well, I've never been pro-surgery. I believe there are people that it helps and there are people that need it to survive or just to live a normal life. I, for whatever reason, just have never wanted surgery. I was that desperate. Prior to getting married I had looked into it and found out that my insurance did not cover it so I moved on and forgot about it. But since I'm now married and on Chris' insurance I thought, well might as well give it a shot. Turns out my current insurance covers the surgery 100%. I was in shock. I was excited! This is going to change my life. I stayed up and watched youtube videos on  the surgery and looked at before and after pictures, so much inspiration!

I scheduled an appointment to go see my doctor and get her opinion. She was very supportive. I didn't need much from her, but just felt good having her opinion. She said she had many patients that were successful. She also pointed me in the direction of which hospital she recommended. With that I watched the online seminar and scheduled to see their benefits coordinator to make sure my insurance really was accepted 100% and to go over more specifics regarding the process.

In the back of my mind I've always known that my relationship with food was more than an issue on the surface. I saw a counselor when I was in high school specifically for weight related issues but she really didn't help much. I do remember that I liked to see her though. So I thought, what the heck! I found a counselor that I recognized from my linked in profile. The other perk to my insurance besides covering the surgery was that I have mental health benefits and it just costs me 10 dollars a session to see her. Anybody who has ever had to deal with mental health benefits know that they are few and far between and usually only cover a handful of sessions but not mine. I'm very lucky & believe me I know it.

I figured at this point, I would go through whatever is required for the surgery and also have these counseling sessions too. Double up! Double help for Tessa! I'll take it! Meeting with the intake coordinator confirmed that insurance surely does cover gastric 100%. I have to give 2 years weight history, all diet history, follow a 4 month physician supervised diet and then I'm good to go. I also have to have a psych evaluation. When I asked the receptionist about it before I left she said it was basically to weed out people who are food addicts because the surgery wouldn't be the right answer for those individuals.

And as I sit here after 6 or so sessions with my counselor, I understand why. I get why surgery will not work for me.

It was hard to give myself that identity. Food Addict. To identify as an addict of any kind is scary. It's being out of control. Part of realizing and accepting that I'm an addict is to accept that I am a liar. And a manipulator. And that I'm not fully myself anymore. Not as long as I'm powerless.

The light at the end of this tunnel is knowing that I'm finding myself again. I used to like that old Tessa. I don't know where she went. My best guess is the deeper I got into my addiction the more cracks formed and where those cracks formed my light seeped out and I let some darkness in.

WOW this ended up very long and very unfunny! I guess that's what happens when you don't blog during the process.

Here's something to lighten up the mood before I go:

Toodles & I promise not to abandon you again. :)

Hello my name is Tessa and I'm a compulsive overeater...

Hey hey pretty people! Long time, no blog. I can be really lame sometimes. I think I've explained this before. I get really into something and then kaplat. Lost it. Kind of explains my history of dieting, and in turn my MIAness in regards to this blog.  There is a long story to explain this and I will be posting it soon. The title should give some of it away. I look forward to sharing, it's just going on midnight and I don't feel up to it tonight. I didn't forget about you little blog, see you soon!

I will leave you with this little gem- 

 

From the Dirty Girl Mud RUN! I did it! My first 5K. WOOT!

Motivate Me Failed at Motivating Me

Wassup hot stuff?

That is so rude of me! For reals, don't be disappointed. I have pondered many times how it is that I have no followers, but I get it. I wouldn't follow me either! There will come a day when I will nail this shit down! Maybe 2013 is not my year? That would be bullshit. It is already my year in so many ways.

It is June! June 18th to be precise! That means this year, nearly 5 months ago I accomplished at least one thing that I have been attempting to do for 10 years, which is quit smoking! Success! If I don't lose another pound the rest of this year, I hold onto what an accomplishment that is. I downplay it, but it's a big fuckin deal man. I also have dramatically increased my H2O and decreased (almost to nothing) my pop intake. Again, huuuuge deal dudes. If only you knew. I was born and raised on Mountain Dew. Funny to think of that because now it makes me want to vomit. 

I've always has a weird relationship with pop (yes, it's pop around here snookums). I loved me some citrus sugar water when I was a wee lad, and again when I worked nights. I occasionally drank Diet Pepsi and a few Sprites, but that was it. I hated Coke. My mom has since given up pop, but she always had Diet Pepsi, and my dad Coke or beer. Coke was just- BLAH- so wretched. I will always remember where I was when I tried my first Diet Coke though. Target, 2006. I was there with my sister Miranda, shopping for who knows what. They were giving out samples of vitamin Diet Coke. I remember thinking, how bad can it be, it's got VITAMINS! So, I took a sip and was hooked. Diet Coke had me and it was an amazing thing. I never liked dark pop because I thought it would stain my teeth! Never mind that I smoked like a God damn chimney, or that I enjoyed coffee almost every single day.  Once Diet Coke had me, it did not want to let me go. Eventually though, we went our separate ways. It just stopped tasting good to me. I will say, I do every once and awhile indulge. I have always loved water but I do get a little bored with it. For now, I hydrate with tap water 

(btw, have you watched Tapped on Netflix? Those sneaky little fucks. Bottled water companies lie and are totes ripping you off) a little green tea, and a daily cup of black coffee. I have previously read somewhere that if you can drink black coffee you have no taste buds- uh oh. My mom always orders coffee that way so I was kind of raised that way and it saves you a ton of calories! Thanks mom! *wink*

I never thought I'd have enough to say on the topic of cutting back on my pop consumption. Sometimes I just amaze myself. 

Two goals down-
1. Quit smoking (or Miranda will kill you)
2. Stop drinking pop!
3. Eat healthy 90% of the time
4. WALK DAILY
5. Meditate
6. Create

Later Taters. 
T

Sometimes I Just Can't

What a rainy gross gloomy Friday. There are one thousand things I should be doing at this moment (okay, 4) yet I don't want to do any of them. Do you ever just completely lose all motivation? You want to do those dishes, you know you really need to do them but you just can't? You want to hop on that treadmill, but nothing will motivate this into happening? All I can think when this happens is the Good Charlotte song "The Motivation Proclamation" I need to play this song on repeat! No, not to torture myself ya jerks, but because maybe it'll trick my subconscious into doing something!

Without further ado:


Joel Madden is still hot, this makes me happy. He also turned out to be a great husband (although word on the street is they are on their way to splitsville) and great father.

Okay I've played it once and so far so good. There's no way in hell I'm leaving my couch tonight but I did bob my head. Totes a step in the right direction.

Love & Peace,
T

Heel Spur = Pain

Hello, Captain obvious here. Here's the deal yo, for the last month or so I've had some pretty intense feet pain. I recently went to my doctor about it because the pain was consistent and didn't seem to improve. When I saw the doc she pretty much right off the bat said it was plantar faciitis, she said she herself had experienced it before and sent me to see a podiatrist. It is painful, but only after exercise- so easy fix! Just don't exercise! My problem with that is that I'm still preparing for a 5K in like what...3 weeks now? I still haven't walked the full 3.2 miles yet. That could be a problem! I might end up crawling across that finish line, but I will cross it!

I ended up seeing a podiatrist today, since I'm 28 going on 95, four x-rays later and it was confirmed I have 3 heel spurs. One on the bottom in the heel of my left foot and one on the back of each foot. I don't notice pain with the spurs on the back of my feet, just the bottom heel. They taped my feet up and gave me some stretches that are supposed to help lift my arch. So far so good! Seems like every step I make to lose some weight I injure myself. It's getting old.

Hey y'all I'm a heel spur, here to fuck up your day

I'm always fascinated by doctor visits. Especially x-rays. I'm always nervous they are going to find something in there that isn't supposed to be there (like a tail or something, just me? okay). The doctor hung up my x-rays and took out her red crayon and went to town with all these marks where my bones apparently are supposed to be but  aren't and so on and so forth. After all that all I could think is "How have I been walking for 28 years with these fucked up feet?!" I guess it's normal but it still felt so surreal. She was also able to confirm with those x-rays that I do, in fact, have flat feet. I'm pretty sure you could take one look at these flippers and know that!

Heel that Pain, get it?

So off we go, to heal these spurs and save my little (big) feeties. Sorry this is more informative than funny but heel spurs are totes serious guys...

 

I was looking up pictures to go with this post and found this picture. Those faces. What the ole granny is this?! He seems to be hitting on her. Where's her foot? So many questions.

What? It's only been 20 days...

I have nailed failure. For sure.

Did you miss me? I will never gain a following pulling a disappearing act like that and I apologize. I just can't write with no inspiration. This month has really sucked overall for inspiration!  I did feel a spark of inspiration tonight though from a post on Facebook. I am friends with this guy who is also a personal trainer and he had shared a picture & story of one of his clients and her story. It seems like everybody elses success story except for that part where she says she finally one day started believing in herself. Believing truly that she deserved her health and she deserved happiness and that was when it all clicked. I keep getting off track and running in circles in my life, focusing on one thing at a time for about 2 days at a time. I just cannot seem to fit everything into my life. I want to dance more, sing more, play guitar more, read more, dream more, learn more, and there just is no time people!
I feel inspired and truly believe in myself when I have a purpose. When I'm creating or entertaining.

I continue to be a work in progress, but tonight I am starting to see the puzzle pieces come together.

Beyonce Sells Pepsi? Doubtful.

I saw a commercial tonight with Beyonce selling Pepsi and I have to say, it's pretty hard to believe that Beyonce would drink that stuff. You don't get a Beyonce body or booty by drinking pop! It's about as believable as any of those pop stars trying to sell McDonalds. Riiiight.

Working on my writers block. Hope to be back soon friends :)

Weight Watchers

I have joined Weight Watchers online. I have been on weight watchers before, about 2 years ago and went to the meetings and everything! I'm now doing online so we'll see how that goes. I've only been doing it for about 4 days and apparently I forgot everything about it so re-learning the plan has been a hassle. I decided to re-join after I realized I had gained exactly 1 pound more than when I had started this attempt. I have officially 8 weeks to get it together. This weight watchers plan is for about 3 months so perfect time. I've been down and out this week but hope to be back to normal this weekend! Here's hoping!

Baby Sandy Hope disapproves of my lameness.

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Another Monday

Fat Amy says F*ck you snow! It's spring!

It's Monday again and wow, another shitty one. I haven't posted but mostly because I don't have anything to say lately. I've been searching for some inspiration and some motivation and haven't found it yet. I think this snow is bringing me down.

Anywho, I did get some more walking in because I don't plan on running the 5K but I do need to at LEAST be able to walk the damn thing! So I went back to the Metro park from last week and found a few more areas that I hadn't been to yet. The trail was easy to walk so it was Tessa-proof. That earned a big ole thumbs up from me!

And a thumbs up from Chuck. He's kind of a big deal...

I also read about another trail that runs behind a bunch of huge fancy rich people houses in my town so I went and investigated. I brought Sophie and she did alright. She was so excited she was whining and barking at the same time (which I did not realize was possible) all while doing her happy dance. We didn't go too far since she was about to stroke out from all the excitement. I went back later and walked the whole distance with Chris and it goes back a lot further than you would think and it looped around. We ended up spotting 10 deer about 20 feet away. I tried to lure them closer but my high pitched baby voices and waving did nothing to convince them I was safe and without a shotgun apparently so they took off into the woods.

NOTE: This scares deer away.

Actually thinking back, they took off into some even richer peoples backyards, not more woods. Speaking of those backyards one of them had a huge tennis court which was expected, what was not expected? The above ground K-Mart pool set up on it. I wish I had my camera to take a picture. They seriously erected a pool on their no longer used tennis court. It was kind of refreshing. Money can't buy class people.

Yes I've skipped two weeks of weigh-ins. I will be back on target this week, pinkie promise.

Peace & Love Homes,

T

Monday is a Biiiitch

Assbag. HAH. Monday is the worst day ever. On the bright side, I wouldn't enjoy Fridays if it wasn't for that bitch Monday.

Lay off the caffeine pills you speed freak!

This weekend I took my little pupperface Sophie to some parks and enjoyed some fresh air! We had a semi-decent walk. She is not a very good walking partner. She is what you would call reactive. Well you would probably call her a pain in the ass, but our puppy trainers previously told us she is reactive. Basically that is a fancy word for she is a ball of excitement and she just can't hide it. Just call her Jesse Spano. She barks and spins and her hair stands on end and she has no interest in listening to us, her pet parents. This makes walking difficult, as you can imagine! My dream when we finally got a dog after years of begging the hubs was that I would get a little pup to go on long walks with me and we'd just stroll down the street, just puppy and me! *cue corny 50's music*

Ideal Situation

What really happens:

There are no pictures to fully describe her craziness

This summer there will be more clicker training and counter conditioning and someday maybe she'll be my dream walking partner. In the meantime, I'm enjoying the treadmill in the basement watching Pretty Little Liars. Today I went farther than I have before at 1.5 miles! Believe me, I understand if this is unimpressive to you. I was super stoked at my distance and then my husband who has never used the treadmill before in his life jumped on up and did 1 mile on speed 8 in 10 minutes. Really dude? Reallllllly?

Today I did make myself proud for getting back up on that treadmill. Also for dinner I made some grilled chicken and veggies and it was really good. I think I did good today overall! Not good enough as I sit here and watch The Biggest Loser finale. Go newly skinny minnies! Damn these people barely resemble their old selves! *applause*

Well that pain in that ass pupperface is ringing her bells, that's my signal to jet.

Peace,
T

Edited to add a cute picture of Sophie and my hubs today at a park:

Happy Tuesday

I found that little nugget on the internet and just had to share. The Biebs sucks. 

Body Love

So this is pretty much the best thing ever.

Watch it.

Have tissues.



Love your body the way your mother loved your baby feet.

This is by Mary Lambert. She has an EP on Itunes and I highly recommend it! Her singing voice is beautiful and her songwriting is amazing.

A few parting inspiring pictures :)

My Mom & Music

I love music. Most music, I would say all music but that's not true. I hate metal. It gives me a massive headache. In addition to the fact that I live for the story within lyrics and I never have a clue what they are saying in metal, it's just sounds like a bunch of growls to me.

"Ballin"

I grew up listening to all kinds of music, all the time. I remember my mom would play the radio when making dinner, when cleaning up after dinner, when we played inside or outside there was always music in the air. She inspired me to listen to music but more than that, to feel music. It was her guitar that I found in her bedroom and began to play around with. I remember handwriting chords on sheets of paper and taping them to the wall in the basement so I could see them and just play them over and over and over again until I had enough chords to write my first song. I am still limited to those basic 4 chords but they have helped me create over 30 songs in my lifetime, about 10 that I still remember.

I was at my parents house yesterday and I had a moment. I have been finding so much good music lately and the first person I want to share it with is my mom. I recently purchased Macklemores album "The Heist" and fell in love. For those of you that don't know, Macklemore is a rapper, famous right now for "Thrift Shop" but he also has a song titled "Same Love" which is a song supporting gay marriage. When I heard it, I knew who I wanted to share it with. I sat down at the computer with my mom and played the song and realized I had tears in my eyes. Gay marriage is something that I support wholeheartedly and it breaks my heart that all people aren't given the same rights as I have but that's not why I had those tears. I realize now it was because I was sharing it with my mom. I was sharing it with someone who truly understands.Whether it's rap or folk, country or jazz she gets it. She feels it. She doesn't listen to rap on a regular basis, that's not really her thing. It doesn't have to be, that's what is amazing about her. This transcends music. She has always been open-minded and accepting of so many things. Things a lot of parents would shake their heads at. My sisters and I have been told over and over again how we have old souls, I believe we are like that because of the wisdom she's imparted on us.

I have played many songs for my mom both that I've fallen in love with and that I've written myself and it's because she shares that same passion and love for music. That same understanding.

 I am so lucky. She has always been supportive of me, my number one fan and I couldn't be more grateful. As I get older I realize there are far too many people in this world that don't have that. I am blessed. There are many more things to say about my momma but I'll leave it at that for now.

Mom, you are beautiful and amazing and I will never be able to thank you enough for supporting me in everything I do! No matter what life tells me your words are the ones that light my path and carry me though. I love you!

Her squeeze hugs

My Dog is a Murderer.

This sweet face:

Sweet Sophie

Just 8 months old and already a killer. It happened so fast! I let her outside to do her business and knew something was up. When I called her to come back inside she didn't come, even for her panic word. We trained her with a panic word so when we say "Quick" she comes no matter what because she was trained on baby food and thinks she will be treated with the best thing ever. When she didn't come I figured she had dug a hole under the fence and bolted to timbucktwo. I came out through our sunroom to get a better look and I saw her head! What the hell?! My first thought was that our magic word has lost its power. Second thought was SHIT, because that magic word is HANDY and I have no idea how to retrain her.

I walked out onto the deck to retrieve her and saw it...gross. Blood. That's honestly all that I saw because I immediately started crying. My little pup had lost her innocence. It was so disturbing. The hubs went out and cleaned up the mess and I put Sophie in her bed for practically the rest of the night.

I don't feel quite as traumatized after letting it sink in mainly because dogs will be dogs. Besides that stupid rabbit had it coming. The dumbass lived under our porch the whole 6 months we've had Sophie, who is part beagle and they are known rabbit killing machines hunters.

She's practiced this on many giraffes & porcupines

My husband suspects it was actually already dead. I suspect another sort of rabbit killer living in our midst since that is actually the second rabbit to die near our porch. The other we had found dead and it was before we got the monster.

Circle of life yo. Rabbits beware: Avoid the Grahams, do yourself a favor.

Peace,
T

Energizer Bunny I Am Not.

Energized! So Alive!

This girl represents what I am not. Hyper & bouncy. I have been hyper at least once in my life, but I don't think anybody has ever used the term 'bouncy' to describe Tessa. Not that I'm complaining, that is a weird term to use to describe somebody, am I right? I would like to be more energetic though, that I could use more of. I swear food is directly linked to my energy. I eat like shit therefore I am shit. Wait, I eat like shit therefore I feel like shit. That's more like it.

I may eat a Snickers but I do not snicker. I might however choke because I eat them in record time attempting to swallow before the guilt sets in! Eat it so fast, your body doesn't even recognize the calories! That doesn't ever work by the way.

I went on a cleanse once and it really was amazing. Hard to stick to, but I had so much energy! I swear these chemicals in our food and the carbs just deplete me. I'm like a draining battery cell with no charge. It's amazing to me that we consume such an enormous amount of calories yet are malnourished because the food we are eating has such little nutritional value.

Tessa hard at work. Yes I am a rabbit.

Here is a good slideshow of foods to give you some energy, I am adding these to my grocery list right now! So many healthy foods on there to treat my body well and give it that push. Beside looking sexy as hell and being all healthy and stuff, energy ranks high up there on my reasons for doing this list. So much to do, so little energy to even give a whoot.

Better watch out, a hyper -bouncy- Tessa is coming your way and I am going to annoy the shit out of you. Just a friendly heads up.

Peace,
T

Still Here

Happy bear says Hi Human!

Hi! I am still here, just ashamed of my lack of progress. I must hide my face from my loyal followers and cry, alone. I am bathing in my tears. So salty, it stings!! Okay I'm done being dramatic. My last weigh in was nothing to write home about, I gained 3 lbs.  still an overall net loss of 3, but get with it T bomb.

My work schedule has changed from 9 am to 8 am so now it is even harder for me to get my ass out of bed and it is still SO COLD.

What the hell winter, lay off! I've got a 5K to train for, don't you even care? Mother winter! Is that a thing? Or is it just mother nature. Yes, I know I have a basement, kinect, and treadmill. Stop giving me that look. Is it sooo wrong to just keep waiting for this weight to get tired of me and leave? Just run along now fat...go on... in the words of *Sheila...SHOO.

Damnit. Guess I have to really make shit happen. If you get what you put in, I am right on track. Time to up the ante. Challenge accepted. I think I'll go make some grilled chicken and veggies and nourish my body the way it deserves. Maybe if I keep telling myself I deserve it, I'll believe it someday.

We all deserve it.


*Sheila is my momma.

Peace homes,
T

Wordless Wednesday

My day and/or thoughts in pictures.

Miguel

After a good Jeopardy episode

Always.

Gnocchi with Sausage & Kale courtesy of Bevcooks

It was delish. P.S. I love Baby Mamma.

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Few of my Danger Foods

Pretzel rods. I consider these a 'healthy' snack. Pretzels aren't awful, but by no means are they healthy. 37 calories per rod. Especially when you chow down 5 of them in one sitting. That is only possible if I dip them in laughing cow 'light' (of course!) swiss cheese wedges. 

Laughing cows 35 calories wedges, you complete me. Two at a time though? With 5 pretzel rods? You complete my thighs, my ass, my bat wings (see picture to the left, that's a bat wing). This is just a preview of my diet this week, after losing 6 pounds. I also had a strawberry milkshake from McDonalds and probably gained those 6 pounds back in that one trip to McIhatemyself.

I have the worst PMS cravings. I cannot be alone, but man do I feel it sucking on that guilt straw.

Okay- done bitching. The good news? I found a Zumba class in my hometown that has a $3.00 drop in class fee and offers evening classes two times a week. Time to step it up! I hope this Fridays weigh-in doesn't reflect this horrible week I'm having. Wish me luck!

Drumroll please...

I had my first weigh in yesterday and it wasn't officially a whole week since I first weighed myself but I am down 6 lbs! Now remember, when you carry as much excess as I do, it tends to fall off a lot faster at first. I was pretty excited for that! I also measured myself and those numbers remained the same.  I lost an inch on my neck apparently and half an inch on an arm. I can't remember where I put the tape around myself to get an accurate measurement of My Bertha, so I'll have to start again with that.

I hope Starbucks has a healthy(ish) option today, I need a fix.

Peace,
T

Thoughts from Thursday

Someday...

 

This is amazing

Sum it all up- I'm feeling inspired (now) & happy from Parks & Rec.

Peace,
T