The Diet.
So after a few weeks of debating whether or not I really wanted to put this on here I decided, yes it is indeed the right thing to do, because if I put it out there I will feel more inclined to follow through.
So about 3 weeks ago me and Mr. Steve decided both our waistlines are a little out of control and in need of some fixin’. That’s a lie actually, I decided last year in November to do something about it, but this time as I geared up to get back on the diet wagon Steve joined me. Steve joining me is thrilling, I’m so exstatic about it that its crazy.
So first things first, after 3 weeks of not-so dedicated dieting, we’re really buckeling down (har-har) and getting down to business about it. I think one of the main things I always think when I’m dieting is I can’t wait until its over because lord help me I’m only 3 weeks in and already the idea of eatting another salad makes bile come up my throat, and that’s not a strategy I’m planning on using.
Anywho, I decided to go on the Dr. Bernstien diet back in November of last year, and I did well. I had some major issues with their clinic, the price, and the way that the doctor treated me. I came off of the diet in late january and after 4 months I had lost approximately 50lbs, which is great and I was happy about it, now looking back it cost me roughly $200 a pound going through them. That’s absoluetly stupid money. Not only that but I was feeling ill by the end of it, and the doctor was talking about taking all the carbs and sugar out of my diet because I was only loosing around 2 lbs a week which is GOOD weight loss in my opinion, but was lower than their adverage. Now I cheated twice while attending the clinic, both during the week of christmas, I had a taco salad with *gasp* beef instead of chicken and an incredibly small scoop of stuffing and cranberry sauce at christmas, which I counted as a bread and fruit portion as it seemed reasonable. The doctor asked me at my next check up if I had had a “Party week” Serious? If I were going to have a party week it would have involved me, my oven and about 300 batches of cookies and at least 3 cakes because man, was I craving some sugary cookies and cake around month 2.
Anyways, I came off the diet in January and managed to lose 30 more pounds by myself by March 1st, which was my birthday, and I decided to treat myself for 3 days for having been so good. 3 days eventually turned into 5 months, and here I was 20lbs up again and sad for not having more freakin self control. If you put me against cookie monster in a cookie eatting contest I’d blow that blue little monster out of the water. Not.Joking.
So let’s put that all behind use, lets put the fact that Steve hit up Mcdonalds in his first week on the diet behind us; also the burgers and hotdogs we ate last week due to our excitment over a new bbq. I make us sound shameful but really Steve’s lost an adverage of a pound a day and i’ve lost about .75, for free, on my own time, without silly pressures from some doctor whos worried about his bonus being dinged while lining his pockets with my lost fat.
Ranting aside, I’ve lost 16 pounds so far, Steve’s lost 20 (which is 20% of his goal!) and we’re both feeling chipper and looking forward to some smaller pant sizes.
After this I don’t think I’ll ever be excited to eat salad again.
Ah well,
Chelly
Oh wow
It’s been a while, again, whats new. Here’s my issue, I don’t know what exactly to do with this blog. I enjoy writing, but my lifes not really that busy so I don’t always have something to write about. Also quality over quantity is definitely more important to me, I’d rather not fill it up with meaningless drivel for the sake of putting something up. I would, however, like to write about the things that really really are important to me, but at the same time I’m really very personal and shy about things that are close to my heart. I don’t take ridicule well when it’s about things near and dear to me and really make me tick so I’m yet to decide if I’m OK with putting them out into the open.
At the same time though I want to keep up the mundane life posts, about trips and things I love etc because it is a personal blog.
I think I confused me, ah well. More to come this week!
<3 Chelly
Peas, homie.
Just the weekly boring plant update, I love them though because it means I get to take pretty pictures and its my blog so neener-neener-neener.
Ahem.
Right, as previously stated in the post about Vulcan, me and Steve went for a drive with the 100% full intention of finding some sticks or other acceptable material for me to create a lattice of some sort for my little pea friends to climb. My green babies are growing up before my eyes *sniff*. They were starting to lean all over the place with their nifty little green tendrils reaching out towards random objects, or each other, or the other flowers and just generally creating some weird pea plant knot in places. So instead of finding my own twigs or sticks or buying them I went to my Dad’s house and said “Dad, do you have any sticks?,” and because he’s wonderful he provided me with 4 sturdy perfect sticks to use. So now they have a little house where they can grow big and strong, and then provide me with things to help me grow big and strong, it’s a lovely relationship.
Look at the little tendrils! Squee!
My tomato plants are of course doing wonderful. The big beast has 2 itty bitty little tomato’s, yay! And my miniature tomato plant is still acting like it has something to prove; I shit you not I counted 30+ tomato’s on it the other night. Until this morning when I went on my deck, and because shes top heavy, had tipped over losing a couple of her fruit. I’m connected to this plant, I feel for her, I was like a mother running to her fallen child when I saw her tragic situation, laying there helpless on her side, tomato’s rolling around on the deck. Poor thing.
Look at all those freaking tomato’s! Good lord.
And here’s a size comparision when I say my wonder-tomato-plant is little :
That’s big Bertha to the left – I was in the rocket club in elementry school and built a toy rocket called big bertha, true story – that’s wonder-plant in the middle, and to the right is my strawberry plant and some sort of roses.
Speaking of my strawberry plant…. Look!
And lastly, Steve’s flowers continue to kick my flowers ass’. So I cheated and took the putunia’s out of the planter with the strawberries and put them in my planter. Shhh, don’t tell anyone.
The above one is my planter, which is apparently taking an extended vacation on the fail boat.
And this is Steves. Jerk-face. His daisies have about 20 buds on them, mine? Not so much.
Later!
Chels
Penguin glasses? Yes please.
I’m not going to lie, I have an Ikea problem. I really like Ikea, I like that their stuff is cheap mostly I think. But I really truly thought I had struck the jackpot when I ran into these beauties :
I mean, they have elephants, and mushrooms, and penguins, and flowers, and bugs, and are just all around awesome. Oh and they only cost me $6/6, but they were on sale then and they’re still only $9.00 at regular prices.
They can be found on the Ikea site here :
Why am I writing about my water glasses you ask? Because I like them that much.
Peace Homeskillets,
Chelsea