Good evening, y’all!!
Today, after work, I took a rest day, as I knew I would. I spent some time at the grocery store, and came out with a KILLER haul due to sales and bogos. 25 dollhairs for all of this:
Well, actually, the box of wine glasses/glass of wine on the left was simply what I was drinking post-grocery store. I did some cleaning, I drank some vino, and I watched some X-Men and continued to feel like a superhero. It was a true success.
For dinner, we had tacos. Well, I had some taco salad and the beau nibbled some true tacos. It was a SEXY looking meal.
In the salad:
- Spinach base
- 1 roma tomato
- 1/2 green pepper
- 1/2 avocado
- spicy turkey mix
- low fat mexi-mix cheese!
It was simply the best.
Tonight, I was thinking back on a post I read back in my tumblr days. The idea was on weightloss and how folks are either microwaves or crockpots. This post, by the Active Artist, (real name: Alex) basically talked about how different folks lose weight incredibly fast (microwaves) or slow and steady (crockpots). Please read the post to see his opinion (I don’t wanna sum it up wrong) but here’s my response.
I love this analogy. I’ve recently been talking a lot about weight loss to my mother, who started my journey with me last March, but fell off the wagon with grad school, five kids, a husband, and a veryyyy busy life to handle. She was asking me questions about losing the weight I did, and how I did it so fast. However, I just looked back at some old posts and maybe have an addition to this metaphor.
In March, I started my goal to lose weight. By August 12th, I was 181.5, down over 30 lbs. However, at my last weigh-in I was 172. This is about 9 lbs since August, which just a month shy of a year ago. So while I lost the initial 30 lbs in what seemed like no time, the last 20 that I’m trying to work on have been like inchworms they’re leaving so slowly.
Part of it may have to do with moving in with someone, and adjusting my eating habits to another person. Part of it may have to do with this newfound freedom of looking good in clothes and feeling great despite not losing every week, because I am eating what I want (admittedly, what I want is often grilled chicken, veggies, salads, etc), and feeling sexy. But the thing is, I know I can do better. So here’s my addition:
I think I’m a microwave. A trusty dependable one that’s worked your whole life, only one day, it’s not working. And so your food’s not cooking at all, and you’re confused. Only the thing is, it’s going to end up being something stupid, like it’s not actually plugged into the wall socket.
All I need to do is find that damn plug, and plug back into my weight loss. That, I think, will give my system the jump-start it needs.
And, if you’re not sure, I have mixed feelings about microwaves.
Thanks for reading, I know it was text-heavy.
How about you? Are you a microwave or a crock pot?
Are you trying to lose weight or are you happy where you are?