Monday Stats, 5/21/19 (A day late and a pound short)

My usual computer is set up on a desk the kitchen, but our kitchen is torn up because we are getting new counters, a back splash, and new electrical outlets & under cabinet lighting. Consequently, I didn’t get a chance to update yesterday. If you’ve seen some of my pictures, they are of my kitchen island (which is not affected by the renovations, but is covered up in a blanket right now!) Soon, I will be able to take pictures on any counter. Yay!

So this was “Antiobiotics Week” and it was a major struggle for me. I couldn’t fast properly and there were a lot of meals out due to the state of the kitchen, so I held on (barely) and probably screwed my calories up a few times. I try to track, but you know… restaurants.

My fasts were a mess and I’m not even sure they were accurate. I got knocked so far off my game, that tracking fasting seemed sort of pointless and I didn’t do it properly.

I started wearing a pedometer (except on the 17th, I left it at home). You can see that my steps indicate quite a sedentary lifestyle. I have no intentions at this time to try to change it specifically. I’m not setting goals or purposefully aiming at target steps. I might eventually. For now, I am observing and, when possible, opting to take a few steps where previously I might not have. For instance, concrete floors in big box stores wreak havoc on my back so I occasionally use a motorized cart. I am trying NOT to do that. Though if my back hurts before even stepping foot in the store, all bets are off.

I weighed myself today, not first thing in the morning, but still, my weight was 329.8. Considering the “official” weight I logged for last week, which was up, I am pleased to be at 329.8. And it’s .8 pounds below the weight from the doctor’s office, so we are definitely calling this a win.

I have a host of issues this week (menstrual, dehydrated from antibiotic-induced diarrhea, struggling with my torn up kitchen, not getting enough sleep because of workers and house drama, etc), but none of these are excuses. I have not had a single day where I completely threw in the towel, though I did have one day (social event) where I let myself somewhat off the hook for a few hours. I did not binge or anything, I just didn’t count each piece of cauliflower with feta dip.

So that’s the week! I’m back on my fasting and have much higher hopes for this week’s efforts.



Monday Stats, 5/13/2109

Last week was tough and this week will be, too. I’m on antibiotics that must be taken 12 hours apart and with food, so IF is out the window, for the most part. This is MUCH MUCH MUCH harder without proper IF.

My calories were less accurate this week. I tried to track everything, but there were some restaurant meals that were very difficult to count. I do not believe that I was way off my counts, but honestly, restaurants are the bane of my existence. I just cannot strike the balance between getting a meal I will enjoy and understanding how to count the calories properly. It is very frustrating and I’m about at the stage of only wanting to eat at restaurants that publish their nutritional data. Which would severely limit our options and hubby will not like that. Then another part of me thinks that I have to figure it out sometime, because I cannot avoid restaurants for the rest of my life. Nor would I want to. Ugh.

I started antibiotics on Thursday night and fasting went to hell after that. Friday’s fast was broken, but the app will not let me modify it the way I needed to, so that day is not at all as was recorded. I managed to squeeze in some fasting, but no more 18 hours or whatever until these antibiotics are done. The problem with that is it is much harder to control my calories when meals are spread so far apart. I don’t know why, it just is. I tried really hard, but alas, I failed a lot. I’m not even taking the antibiotics properly AND I’m failing. I should have just scrapped fasting altogether, taken my lumps, and then stuck with strict calories. But I didn’t and now I’m at the stage where there’s no food in the house and my choices are deteriorating. Mostly because I’m off my game.

Hear me now, though – I AM NOT GIVING UP.

Which is good to hear before I tell you about the scale this morning…

I weighed myself 3 times. 329.6, 332.1, 333.6.

The average is 331.8. That would put me 1.2 pounds OVER what I weighed at the doctor’s office. I don’t see how I could have gained a pound unless it is water, and honestly think I could have still lost a pound (the first weight listed). I was off this week, but not THAT off. But I have to go with the scale, since it’s what I’ve got, so we’ll call this my first official setback.

It’s sad, but it is what it is. I will also point to the calendar and remind us all that it’s about that time of the month so one might actually expect some bloating to occur right about now.

Vagaries, I tell you. Vagaries.

But this is me, not giving up on myself. I will carry on, my wayward son. There’ll be peace when I am done. Lay my weary head to rest. Don’t you cry no more. bum bum ba dum (lyrics, Wayward Son, by Kansas) I am listening to this right now. Feeling vintage and very much my age. If you are a youngun’, please disregard.


PS (Updated 5/15/19) – I got a pedometer (still haven’t found the old fitbit) and have been tracking my steps. I am not trying to hit a goal, yet, just keeping track of what I normally do. I’ll start posting those stats on Mondays, as well.

Feeling High, Not Fat

Sadly, I cannot attribute my “high” to weed. It’s still illegal here. It’s probably best, because I am not at all prepared to battle the munchies.

But as the title says, I am feeling kinda high right now. Anyone following along will note that PMS may hit in a week, so let’s enjoy this moment of optimism, shall we?

I tried to eat more than my allotted calories yesterday. I keep reading about people needing a blow out day (not, like, a big binge, but a “don’t watch the clock or the count” day) and yesterday was going to be it. I got within 50 calories of my max recommended for the day and could not go any further before I needed to close my eating window for the day. By 11pm, I probably could have enjoyed a snack, but I truly, madly, deeply did not want to.

I literally could not eat more than my recommended calories.

Let’s repeat that. I. Couldn’t. Even.

I’m sure that was an isolated event. There are bound to be days when my calories seem like something out of Oliver Twist (please, sir, may I have a few more calories), but it is still amazing to have a day where it was more than enough.

Also, I sincerely browsed the snack bowl at lunch time today and took a pass. My desire for the stuff in the bowl was not sufficient for the calories they would cost me. Let that little gem sink in. If you are embarking on weight loss, you might feel, secretly, that there is no hope that you will succeed. You might try, but deep in your heart have no faith that it will work. I know I felt that way many, many times. I essentially felt that way for 20 years. All of a sudden, though, I realize that not only can I do this, but it actually works. A lot has gone into this formula to get me this far. My head, my heart, my knowledge bank all needed work. Years of work. And no doubt, my needs will change as I go along. The important part is that for the first time in my life, I believe that I can do this. And I believe that I can do this without gaining it all back in the end.

I don’t know how far I plan to take this. We will see. My general goal is to lose somewhere around 200 pounds. How long that takes, whether I need adjust that number, will be revealed in time. For now, I’m 15% of the way there. If 15% was a discount on some good I wanted to purchase, I’d be pumped. Not as pumped as I would be for a 50% discount, but let’s look at it another way – I now need to lose 170ish pounds. Not 200. 170.

I’ll take it.


Bonus Pound + New Crocs (lol)

I had to go to the doctor AGAIN. I have had litany of stuff go wrong with me in the past 1.5 years. But once again, it came with a bonus – their scale said I weighed 330.6.

330.6!!! That’s 29.4 pounds lost. Almost thirty, y’all!

Also, I was bored while waiting so I took a picture of my new crocs. I’m crocs4life, just like I’m fat4life, because when my feet and ankles and back were killing me, crocs saved me every night when I got home. But those old crusty black ones were getting rough. So I upgraded! (Also, turns out they were always the wrong size? Oops.)

Here’re my new croc friends (and the ubiquitous medical facility flooring, which I probably should definitely, absolutely not touch with my bare feet):

Note, I added a jibbit to match my tattoo. I told you I was a dork.


Monday Stats, May 6, 2019

Here is where it all shook out for me last week:

My calories stayed at or below 1800 every day this past week! It wasn’t that hard!

Twas a good week for fasting!

I fasted well, that’s for sure!

I weighed in at 332.2 this morning! I have lost 27.8 total.

So that’s good! Making progress!


Tomorrow is Weigh Day, Today is Okay

I am not suffering from scale-induced anxiety. I’ve been on target all week and while the scale may not reflect that tomorrow, I am zen with my behavior this week. I did what I needed to do to take care of myself. That counts. This is healthy weight loss. This is what it looks like. If the vagaries of sodium intake, water weight, hormones, (or any of the other Numbers Knocks ™ that can occur) do happen, I’m still fine.

If you are following, you know that I am doing IF and so I really only eat 2 meals a day. I try not to snack, but sometimes I do tack a snack onto my lunch. Today’s was this:

Falafel flavored crunchy chick peas. Wow, they taste just like falafel! (I mean, it’s made from chick peas, so it’s not exactly mysterious, but still…) ~130 calories of crunchy & tasty.

Anyway, I do recommend! I’m not naming names, but if you find some, try them!



Still going strong over here. I am staying on track with my fasting (for the most part) and my eating. And since this blog has focused a lot on negative topics, I thought I would focus on a positive one: there are, in fact, lifestyle gains from losing 24 pounds.

You might be thinking, but FatJulia, you have like 200 pounds to lose. How can 24 pounds make a difference?

It does, person. It does.

My clothes fit better. Some of them might be a little loose, but I like that. I know it will turn on me eventually, but for now, everything in my closet fits, for a change.

Certain…uh… hygiene tasks are easier. I was able to do okay on the hygiene front before, but it was getting a kinda tough sometimes. A stiff back, limited flexibility, and the weight were all conspiring to make certain things a challenge. Those things are much easier now. Hand to God.

It is pretty darn easy to stick with it, at this stage. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve logged enough weeks to establish a new habit or if my stomach shrank or what, but it’s not an all-day struggle anymore. It’s just an occasional struggle. 10pm to 11pm is the only time I want to break. It’s the witching hour when every snack in the house looks like a fucking goldmine of deliciousness. BUT! That’s about 3 or 4 hours into a new fast and I don’t want to find myself with only a 12 hour or 14 hour fast the next day, so usually, I just brush my teeth and go to bed.

It’s getting easier to walk around. Oh, stuff still hurts, don’t get me wrong. I’m not, like, skinny, yet. But I feel like some weight has been lifted. Because it has. So there’s a touch more spring in my step. I’m not mad.

I have gotten rid of my 3rd pillow. So, I do love pillows and like a lot people, I’m pretty picky about them. I have two very squishy ones for my head and up until a week ago had a 3rd pillow for my back. It was a nice memory foam pillow and without it, my back hurt too much to fall asleep or stay asleep. I no longer need the 3rd pillow. I don’t get the physiology of it, but there it is.

I fit slightly better in the driver’s seat of my car. Only slightly, but I’ll take it. I’m still using a seat-belt extender and my hip rubs the console, but I feel a teeny bit further from the steering wheel and like I have just a bit more room to breathe. It is, actually, quite refreshing.

That’s all I can come up with off the top of my head. If I think of some more, I’ll edit the list. I want anyone who is starting out – anyone morbidly obese who thinks the rest of their life is going to be a slow, painful, immobilization and crowding to death – that just a few weeks of effort can and will put another inch or two between you and the body-fat-coffin you are building.