Snatched: Just Don’t Give Up, I Am Workin’ It Out (Week 4)

So, after VOWING that I would not beat myself up for last week’s indiscretions, I did exactly that. Though I continued to work out and stick to my diet, I had a pesky voice in the back of my head that kept nagging me with thoughts like:

“You would be much more on track if you hadn’t fucked it all up on Memorial Day Weekend.”

AND

“No matter how good your results are, just know that they would have been better if you hadn’t fallen so far off the wagon.”

AND

“You are pretty much starting all over now. I hope you are happy with how you just threw two weeks’ worth of money and time down the drain.”

You guys. If it isn’t already abundantly clear, I am RIDICULOUSLY hard on myself.

HOWEVER, in the past, I would have taken that nagging, pesky voice as my cue to go down to the bodega on the ground floor of my building and buy myself some Reeses.

I DIDN’T DO THAT! Victory!

Maybe one of these days, I will learn to quiet the voices in my head. It’s all a process. I’m sure that when I step on the scale on the final day of Snatched, I will still think that the results COULD have been better if I hadn’t gone so over-board at the wedding. BUT I will try and silence that thought by reminding myself that things also could have been worse if I had let a few trips ruin the whole experience. Baby steps, here, people!

This past week (Week 3) is a notoriously difficult one for Snatched – results aren’t coming fast enough AND you really want a cupcake. I thought I was going to escape the Week 3 Wall because I sorta felt like I was starting over. Not so. By the time Sunday came along, I was dreaming about cupcakes with chocolate frosting. But I’ve resisted! Hooray!

Tonight is a very dear friend’s birthday dinner. We are going to a Mexican restaurant, and I think I might have a skinny margarita. I’ve entered all of the information into myfitnesspal, and though I WON’T hit my protein goal for the day, I will still nail my calories. We have to make sustainable life choices through this process. So, I think I’ll splurge on a single margarita and bask in the glow of being surrounded by my bosom buddies.

So. Here are the numbers and pictures. I’m pretty inspired, if I do say so myself!

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Week 1 || Week 4

 

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Week 1 || Week 4

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Week 1 || Week 4

I am having such an amazing time throughout this process. I’ve learned a lot about myself and my ability to really tackle something when I set my mind to it. I’ve had FUN in class. [When I’ve had to work out on my own, I’ve been bored out of my mind. Today I picked up membership materials for MFF in preparation for life after Snatched. I need to start saving my pennies!] Everyone who is a part of this journey is so encouraging and inspiring and wonderful – I’m doing my best to get out of my own way and love the ride.

Also, I’m really thankful for:

1. The ability to type anything you want converted into google. For instance… you can just type: “.75 lbs = grams” and it will tell you that .75 pounds is 340.194 grams! You have NO IDEA how helpful this is when you are weighing and measuring and converting and planning all of your food. I do this at least a dozen times a day.

2. This song. I just love it so much, and we usually hear it at some point in every class. I love, love, love it.

Three more weeks!

I can do this!

#boopBOOP

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Snatched: Let’s Start At The Very Beginning (Week 1)

Maybe I’m alone here, but I’m OBSESSED with body transformations: The Biggest Loser, 3 Fat Chicks, Mark Fisher Before and After Photos… You get the gist. I’m just really inspired by people’s ability to set a goal and achieve it. So, consequently, I’m going to document my Snatched journey here. If you don’t want to see pictures of me in my bikini with all of my jiggly bits on display, you can just skip this here blog for the next six Mondays.

I took some before photos and measurements this morning, and I’m going to share them here. For someone who is HYPER-critical of her body, I have to say: I didn’t cringe when I saw these. Maybe I’m becoming a little bit more forgiving of myself in my old age. [Or maybe I can just thank the glorious natural light in my living room and somewhat fuzzy Photobooth photos.] Anyway, I want to make this journey a positive one, so I’m going to say this: I’m just excited to see where I will be six weeks from now!

Also, I don’t actually have a starting weight. My scale chose THIS morning to be… ahem… uncooperative.

Side note: I have had my scale [purchased at The Sharper Image] since 2006.¬†I spent way too much money on that scale because I had learned a very valuable lesson my senior year of college. My roommate and I purchased a scale at Target for approximately $5. Every time I stepped on that scale, it read 155 pounds. Imagine my surprise when I graduated, arrived home in California, stepped on my mom’s scale, and it read 171.4! As it turns out, you get what you pay for. And if you want to be in denial, that will only cost you $5. Incidentally, that is the most I have ever weighed in my life, and if I ever, ever start to creep close to that, I know that some changes need to be made [and also, that’s a good indication that I’m in the throes of depression].

Anyway, my scale has been on the fritz for the last year or so. I’m pretty sure it needed a new battery. As I prepared to weigh myself for my pre-Snatched numbers this morning, I decided to investigate this battery issue. [I assure you, my insistence upon investigating the battery issue had NOTHING WHATSOEVER to do with the fact that I was displeased with the number on the scale. NOT AT ALL. NO-SIREE-BOB.] Anyway, as I tried to figure out what was wrong with the scale, I broke it. Somehow. Good riddance.

I contemplated NOT buying a new scale, so as to not be a slave to the numbers, but… that just isn’t feasible for me. I’m co-dependent. Also, I’m currently in a DietBet challenge and I need a scale to verify my final numbers. So, I bought a new one. I’ll update my current weight tomorrow morning when I weigh myself.

Ok, so the moment you’ve all been waiting for. [Or, just me.]

The Numbers:

Height – 5’2″
Weight – In the last two weeks, my broken scale has read anywhere between 144.6-151.0. I’m sure these numbers are not to be trusted
Bust – 36.25″
Waist 1 (Natural Waist) – 28.5″
Waist 2 (1 inch below belly button) – 33″
Hips – 40″
[I also took measurements of my thighs, calves, and arms, but I won’t bore you/creep you out with those numbers… Maybe I’ll post them at the very end.]

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Anyway, we had our first class today and it was so wonderful. Mark assured us that we would hate him in a mere two weeks, but for now I’m looking forward to more classes this week!