Can’t Catch Me!

It’s sort of amazing. When you are building momentum by making choices that make you feel good, the universe gives you little signs that you are on the right path. For example, this weekend the zombies were after me! Well, I actually didn’t know they were there. But all of a sudden, they grabbed hold of my clothing! With great gusto I wrenched myself away form them. To achieve this feat though, my clothing ripped away and hung on their undead fingers. And what I was left with…. My brand new dress size. I’m down a dress size!!!

On my walls, I have a selection of clothing that I can’t wear yet. It helps remind me there are simple rewards waiting for reaching my goals. I am now able to wear the first piece. It's a nighty that my husband bought me two years ago. I thought it was lovely, but it was just too tight around the curvy bits. I can wear it now! While my hips are still a little snug in it, there is now wiggle room in other spots. I’m a happy girl with a new pretty blue nighty!

Chinese Food

I am still celebrating being down nearly 20lbs. I can actually see it when I look in the mirror. Sometimes I can even see it in my face which is exciting. Yesterday I went over on my daily points.

Mom and Dad treated us to Chinese food for dinner. I had it all planned out. I was going to eat half, and save half for today. It was all working perfectly. However, yesterday was a bad day for me. My computer is possessed, my body is malfunctioning and I’m taking care of a dog with a bladder infection and a cat with separation anxiety.

I broke down and ate the rest of the Chinese food. Whew… 28pts in Chinese. It out me over for the day. But I started to think about it. Sometimes life hits you and you need comfort food. I was lucky enough to have Chinese. Sometimes when you need comfort food, all you have is carrot sticks and you need to make that work too. That is one of the things that is kind of awesome about Weight Watchers.

Motivational Monday

It’s Monday here again on the Zombie blog. It’s time for a dose of motivation. Well, as of this morning I am now down a total of 19.8lbs. Almost 20lbs in 8 weeks. That’s amazing! I’m so proud of myself. I’m actually doing it! I’ve had a couple of downs to go with my ups, but I am doing it and it feels great.
Now when you start really feeling accomplished about things, it motivates you to do other things to. For one it motivates you to do things like….
NOT LET THE HORDES OF LIVING DEAD GET A HOLD OF YOU!!!!
Let me show you something…
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You see that? That hair practically touches my butt. That is the perfect length for the hordes of zombies to get their mangy hands into it. How horrible! Out running the hordes of zombies with hair flying in the breeze and suddenly… SLCHTZZ!! Yanked off your feet my your hair….
I had to do something. So what does a girl do in a situation like this? She calls he best friend over, accompanied by her little escort… to help you protect yourself from the zombie invasion.
She went to work, a snip snip here, a little razor work there. The result!!!!


The completely zombie proof (Ultra awesome) do! No denizens of the undead or going to get their finger-missing hair in this mop! Not to mention, I look awesome.
In order to outrun the undead, and out think the smarter of the horde, you need your brain to be functioning. I can tell you that under that pound of hair we cut off, my brain was NOT functioning. In fact, I even walked into one of their traps which I had been navigating just fine. You see, when the zombies can’t catch you, they will try and infiltrate your house with those things that will slow you down… like cookies, and fried chips and donuts and things. They almost got me. The cookies were too irresistible. But now I have a cool brain and I can think again.
GO on, Try again Zombies. This round goes to me!

ETA: I am now up to a spem whale's brain and a human brain lost.  (Just like you Girl!) It's a damn good thing I chopped the locks now!

Weight Comparisons

1 pound = a Guinea Pig
1.5 pounds = a dozen Krispy Kreme glazed donuts
2 pounds = a rack of baby back ribs
3 pounds = an average human brain
4 pounds = an ostrich egg
5 pounds = a Chihuahua
6 pounds = a human's skin
7.5 pounds = an average newborn
8 pounds = a human head
10 pounds= chemical additives an American consumes each year
11 pounds = an average housecat
12 pounds = a Bald Eagle
15 pounds = 10 dozen large eggs
16 pounds = a sperm whale's brain
20 pounds = an automobile tire
23 pounds = amount of pizza an average American eats in a year
24 pounds = a 3-gallon tub of super premium ice cream
25 pounds = an average 2 year old
30 pounds = amount of cheese an average American eats in a year
33 pounds = a cinder block
36 pounds = a mid-size microwave
40 pounds = a 5-gallon bottle of water or an average human leg
44 pounds = an elephant's heart
50 pounds = a small bale of hay
55 pounds = a 5000 BTU air conditioner
60 pounds = an elephant's penis (yep, weighs more than his heart!)
66 pounds = fats and oils an average American eats in a year
70 pounds = an Irish Setter
77 pounds = a gold brick
80 pounds = the World's Largest Ball of Tape
90 pounds = a newborn calf
100 pounds = a 2 month old horse
111 pounds = red meat an average American eats in a year
117 pounds = an average fashion model (and she's 5'11")
118 pounds = the complete Encyclopedia Britannica
120 pounds = amount of trash you throw away in a month
130 pounds = a newborn giraffe
138 pounds = potatoes an average American eats in a year
140 pounds = refined sugar an average American eats in a year
144 pounds = an average adult woman (and she's 5'4")
150 pounds = the complete Oxford English Dictionary
187 pounds = an average adult man
200 pounds = 2 Bloodhounds
235 pounds = Arnold Schwarzenegger
300 pounds = an average football lineman
400 pounds = a Welsh pony


My total so far.... The chemical additives eaten each year... and a chihuahua. Or 10 dozen large eggs.... The zombies would be pleased.

Sticky Note Saturday

Quiet

I’ve been quiet. It isn’t that I haven’t wanted to write. I have. I just haven’t been able to formulate what to say. This is the zombie blog after all and it has been woefully without a good dose of zombie in a while.

My best friend proposed a reason for this. Perhaps it is because they aren’t breathing down your neck anymore?

BRILLIANT. This explains what I have been feeling and not really able to put words to. I haven’t felt that angsty anxious fear that lends it self so well to writing humorously. I am making progress. I am making very good progress. I feel good about my food choices and while I Know that I am not getting enough activity (YET), I am working on it.

I know the zombies are out there. They are still lurking in the trees and around the sides of old houses. They come in waves and they come in numbers. You can’t stop and rest and be content to be sedentary and unhealthy because that is when they sneak up on you. Oh yes, sneaky little buggers that they are.

But right now, I am actually losing weight. I am doing it in a healthy way. I am living a lifestyle that isn’t HARD for me so it IS maintainable. And for right now, the zombies are in the background.

I am sure when I am ready to really get back into a fitness routine, that they will be back. They will gain a burst of speed to come chasing after me if I want to skip a workout. For now though, I have the upper hand. It feels great.

I’ve now lost a total of 15.6lbs. I can see the results which is amazing to me. I can actually tell I am losing tummy fat. AMAZING. My jean shorts fit a little better. It’s actually happening. I’m excited for the changes that are happening. I’m excited to see what I start to look like as I lose the fat I’ve had my entire life. I think most of all, I’m excited to just not feel hopeless anymore.