School Weight
First of all, I did not intend to be up at this hour. I went to bed a little earlier than usual last night and, instead of sleeping in, my body decided to start rousing at 5:45 rather than at its customary 6:45. After some futile lounging, I decided to get up and start my stats homework.
The reason I'm posting, however, has nothing to do with my stats.
I haven't posted about my weight in a long time. The reason for this is simple: I really haven't changed all that much. I've become far less strict about following the Weight Watchers plan and, thus, have been middling around 153.5 for - geez, has it really been 8 months? - now.
I did set my final goal at 150, but never actually hit that mark. Being in my healthy range at all was amazing (certainly something I wasn't sure that I'd ever see) and I was fairly comfortable with the idea that a girl's weight will fluctuate by a few pounds depending on her cycle, stress, and what she ate for dinner the evening before weigh-in. In the end, comfort with oneself is really all that matters - and my self-image is starting to catch up with my physical changes. My brain has finally begun to accept the fact that I'm not "Big Sarah" anymore - just Tall Sarah.
Because of last year's weight changes, I have four pairs of jeans - but they span three different sizes. I wear my size 8 pair around the apartment. I wear my size 6 jeans to work. I wear my size 4 pairs to campus.
I got to work yesterday and, as I started hoisting boxes around the cat room, I realized that my jeans felt pretty loose. Oh, crap, I thought, I must've grabbed my Eights this morning instead of my Sixes. This bummed me out. I don't like wearing my work jeans around the house, as they usually smell like 10 strange dogs and 20 kinds of dog food that Storm will never be able to eat. I don't want to drive the poor little guy nuts.
Before mentally surrendering to doing a load of jeans upon returning to my apartment, however, I did what any good woman would do - I checked my tag. A simple feat, really - the store was empty, my jeans (as previously mentioned) were roomy, and I really do bend that way.
I was indeed wearing my Sixes, and this knowledge put a little spring in my step for the rest of the day. I had been feeling a bit thinner lately - maybe I had lost a pound or two!
Sunday mornings are my weigh-ins, so today I carefully teetered out of my dark bedroom (I had yet to gain my equilibrium. I am not a morning person), snapped on the light in the hall, and entered my bathroom. I stepped on the scale.
...150.
150?
150!!
...so, for the first time ever, I can officially state that I've lost 53 pounds since graduation and 90 pounds overall.
90 pounds. Good Lord.
That's nine 10-lb bags of potatoes. One average 12-year-old girl. About thirty textbooks (and, yes, I did just weigh my stats book. Bask in my nerdiness.) Fifteen toy poodles; an average german shephard and a cocker spaniel; a big doberman pinscher; a small rottweiler. Two Storms. Two or three big bags of dog food.
That's a lot of damn weight.
An interesting note - I lifted and carried 90 pounds of dog food for a customer yesterday. I wasn't aware that I could do so.
I am fairly certain that classes have helped with this. I usually have a School Weight (lower due to increased walking and decreased opportunities to eat) and a Break Weight (higher - reverse the reasons listed for "School Weight"). Now that I'm on campus four days a week and at work for the other three, it is normal that my mean weight drops by a few pounds.
...but, guys, if I ever dip below 150, even for just a week, I will be giddy (and still healthy - my lowest healthy weight is 139 according to WW).
:)
OK, off to do stats.
Sarah
The reason I'm posting, however, has nothing to do with my stats.
I haven't posted about my weight in a long time. The reason for this is simple: I really haven't changed all that much. I've become far less strict about following the Weight Watchers plan and, thus, have been middling around 153.5 for - geez, has it really been 8 months? - now.
I did set my final goal at 150, but never actually hit that mark. Being in my healthy range at all was amazing (certainly something I wasn't sure that I'd ever see) and I was fairly comfortable with the idea that a girl's weight will fluctuate by a few pounds depending on her cycle, stress, and what she ate for dinner the evening before weigh-in. In the end, comfort with oneself is really all that matters - and my self-image is starting to catch up with my physical changes. My brain has finally begun to accept the fact that I'm not "Big Sarah" anymore - just Tall Sarah.
Because of last year's weight changes, I have four pairs of jeans - but they span three different sizes. I wear my size 8 pair around the apartment. I wear my size 6 jeans to work. I wear my size 4 pairs to campus.
I got to work yesterday and, as I started hoisting boxes around the cat room, I realized that my jeans felt pretty loose. Oh, crap, I thought, I must've grabbed my Eights this morning instead of my Sixes. This bummed me out. I don't like wearing my work jeans around the house, as they usually smell like 10 strange dogs and 20 kinds of dog food that Storm will never be able to eat. I don't want to drive the poor little guy nuts.
Before mentally surrendering to doing a load of jeans upon returning to my apartment, however, I did what any good woman would do - I checked my tag. A simple feat, really - the store was empty, my jeans (as previously mentioned) were roomy, and I really do bend that way.
I was indeed wearing my Sixes, and this knowledge put a little spring in my step for the rest of the day. I had been feeling a bit thinner lately - maybe I had lost a pound or two!
Sunday mornings are my weigh-ins, so today I carefully teetered out of my dark bedroom (I had yet to gain my equilibrium. I am not a morning person), snapped on the light in the hall, and entered my bathroom. I stepped on the scale.
...150.
150?
150!!
...so, for the first time ever, I can officially state that I've lost 53 pounds since graduation and 90 pounds overall.
90 pounds. Good Lord.
That's nine 10-lb bags of potatoes. One average 12-year-old girl. About thirty textbooks (and, yes, I did just weigh my stats book. Bask in my nerdiness.) Fifteen toy poodles; an average german shephard and a cocker spaniel; a big doberman pinscher; a small rottweiler. Two Storms. Two or three big bags of dog food.
That's a lot of damn weight.
An interesting note - I lifted and carried 90 pounds of dog food for a customer yesterday. I wasn't aware that I could do so.
I am fairly certain that classes have helped with this. I usually have a School Weight (lower due to increased walking and decreased opportunities to eat) and a Break Weight (higher - reverse the reasons listed for "School Weight"). Now that I'm on campus four days a week and at work for the other three, it is normal that my mean weight drops by a few pounds.
...but, guys, if I ever dip below 150, even for just a week, I will be giddy (and still healthy - my lowest healthy weight is 139 according to WW).
:)
OK, off to do stats.
Sarah