I'm tired...

... And somehow I don't find myself with much time or energy to blog these days. I also don't have much to say about my fat anymore. At this point the battle is over. The score?

Becky, one. Fat, zero.

Worst. Blogger. Ever.

... Yup, pretty much I am, I know. Sorry guys... Life has changed for me since I started working and I just don't find myself with much free time anymore...

I still really love my job, although now people actually expect me to DO stuff, rather than just sit around looking cute. I'm a lot better at the sitting around thing but I'm not too bad at actually working either. In general things are going well. My E.D. seems pleased with me for the most part and the more I get to know the other managers, the better I like them all. I feel like I have a much better handle on what's expected of me now and I am officially done with the massive amount of training my position requires.

And now that we've talked about my job... Let's talk about my fat, shall we? Well... nothing has changed. Not even a bit. My weight fluctuates up and down a couple of pounds every week but for the most part I stay right where I've been for the past eight months... And I think it's a good place to be. My healthy weight range is 184lbs-146lbs and at home I pretty much always see 151 on the scale.

I haven't been to a Weight Watchers meeting in over two months, simply because when I have a few free hours I'd rather shop or nap or pick up the house than sit in a meeting. The friend that I've been going with also decided she didn't want to go anymore so that kills it for me. I'll go back if the scale ever heads the wrong direction and I'm not able turn it around on my own... But in the meantime I think I'm doing just fine.

I still have treats dropped on my desk fairly regularly and I still have to deal with a lot of food related events... Fortunately, I'm managing to keep my weight in check. I think I just might be done with the fat girl part of my life. I've been maintaining with very little effort for nearly a year now.

Three years ago I never would have guessed my life would take the turns that is has... Some of the changes have been really painful I've gotta say... But in the end, isn't it the hard stuff that's supposed to give us depth? Well... that's what I keep telling myself, anyway.

One of the best comments ever made...

In response to my post below...

Weight Watchers Chic said...

"Doesn't he know that diet coke increases a woman's desire for intimacy? Tell him it is a proven fact (you know they believe anything we tell them) and he will go out and buy 4 more cases tonight. BTW.. on sale at Target for $3 per 12 pack."

Clearly this woman is a rockstar.

Deal or no deal...

Apparently I made a deal with my husband a few months ago... But let me just preface this by saying I totally don't remember doing it... Nope. Not at all. Allegedly, I agreed to give up Diet Coke if he got down to 245. The good news is, he's looking great these days. The bad news is, he actually expects me to follow through on my promise now that he hit the mark... Unfortunately for him, I don't remember ever making that sort of deal so I'm pretty sure that absolves me from any accountability. Right? Am I right?

I'm back from Atlanta...

...and the 140's are back too... Well, 149.5 is back to be exact, but heck, I'll take it. I had a riot in Atlanta I have to say... Fortunately, the good time was all about who I was with, not what I was eating. My only regret is that I waited until my last day in Atlanta to look for the Coca Cola bottling plant. We drove in circles for about an hour before we gave up to go catch our flights. I did, however, get to go watch the Braves play... This is the only picture I took while I was out of town and I took it from my iphone... I'm just not a camera toting kind of girl.


Anyway, the point is this: Weight gain crisis averted. Now back to the cheeseburgers...

Today I...

... wore cute new summer pants to work.

... talked the chef into making me bacon, eggs and hash browns for breakfast.

... ate another cheeseburger for lunch.

... didn't touch the open bag of chocolate in my office the entire day.

... scolded a marketer for coming to visit me without bringing food.

... worked until 7:00pm.

... ate Subway in the car on the way home.

... came home to a messy house.

... picked up the house, fed the kids and put them all to bed.

... worked on a presentation for tomorrow until after midnight.


I know... it's pretty exciting, isn't it?

The verdict is in...

... And apparently Cheeseburgers ARE good for you. At least, that's what it looked like from my view at the top of my scale this morning. I weighed in at 151.5... This is good news... It means I'm back in my comfort zone... Of course, I'd still like to pay a visit to the 140's again... Hopefully I'll get there sometime soon.

In unrelated news, I was at a business lunch last week with a home health company... Their social worker was there, and at the end of our lunch she turned to me and said "I'm betting you're the princess around here." Of course my co-workers thought that was HILARIOUS. It was all the better, they said, because this woman is not just some bum off the street. Oh no, this particular social worker is qualified to make clinical diagnoses. They laughed even harder when later that week, the same social worker sent a thank you card and a sign just for me...


Well anyway, it's better than getting chocolate... I guess. So I've got a new nick name at work. Any clue what that would be?