Mae-Ploy to the rescue

Hear hear for Mae-Ploy, which saved me from a forage fest with the almighty peanut butter tonight. I came home later than normal, hungry, and supremely grumpy (you know, one of those days, the days where you want to find a cave and watch Bridget Jones' Diary 20 thousand times and eat tubs of Godiva raspberry truffle ice cream). But I was saved my tub of Mae-Ploy, the best curry paste evah.

Mixed with some TJ's lowfat coconut milk, tofu, eggplant, cauliflower, baby corn, mushrooms, and green onions, and I had dinner in 23 min. It was sooo tasty - the tofu all soft and yummy. Writing about it makes me want another bowl. Though that ice cream sounds good too - good thing we don't have it in the house :)

I was in a need-chocolate-now state today, which is a reminder that I am a stress eater. I should work on that. Good thing for that Mae-Ploy.

Also, I need to rant that I have HUGE pimple on the forehead. It's hideous. People look at it when they talk to me. I can't even try to conceal it - it would look worse. Sigh. Need cave. need chocolate. need BJ's Diary. (I ate 23, exercised 0, and have 11 flex for tomorrow.)

Gee thanks

I'd really like to thank my body. For losing weight on my finger so that my wedding ring is getting loose. Yeah, thanks a lot. Why can't I lose my weight on my love handles or saddle bags and knees? Because obviously, my body thinks that I want skinny fingers. Gee thanks.

(I'm actually not convinced that my fingers will stay skinny - when I lost weight the first time around and was "skinny", I had my rings resized, and since I'm larger now than I was then, I think I'll wait a bit before sending them to be taken down again.)

But really - my fingers instead of my hips? fabulous.

Today was good, though I'm heading for a horrible work week, so we'll see how I do the rest of the week: ate 23, exercised 3, flex left 17.

motivation went a.w.o.l.

hmm...i'm surprised how much that scale reading yesterday has affected me...and not really in a good way. boo. (checked again this morning, and is 174 even.) although i suspect this may have a bit to do w/ impending tom, i'm sure it has more to do with the lack of exercise, too much eating out, too much snacking, too many carbs, not enough vegs etc etc. however, i'm totally puzzled by flatter stomach and jeans that are looser (even when washed).

the problem is, it's just making me want to give up. well, not entirely...but i sort of stopped counting yesterday at about 5 pm...and didn't exercise yesterday. and i got up late this morning and didn't exercise again. arrgh. i suppose i can do something later in the day when it gets cooler...

soooo...i'm sure i just need to mix things up..try a new recipe, and find something besides walking to keep me entertained and get back on track. raahhh. some days i just don't want to be on track. some days i just want to be a glutton. but i want to be a skinny glutton...and that just aint gonna happen.

how many times must i come to the same conclusion????

blind date debacles and other friday night fun

hmm. counting today has been a little bit of a lost cause. got dragged into going to lunch w/ skinny bro who wanted to go to this greasy burger joint that he just loves. i got a turkey sandwich thing which i vowed to only eat 1/2 of, but ended up eating 3/4 of. avoided the fries though...then went on blind date that was...in a word, super awkward...and for some reason made me come home and want to eat everything in the house. i don't know why. i guess that's why they call it "emotional eating." (i only ate a little bit of bro's pasta and a fiber 1 bar, so i guess i did ok as far as emotional eating goes. if i weren't counting, there would be nothing in the cupboards).

exercised: 3
ate...hmm ? 35?
number of times i thought "blind dates suck and i hate all this stupid datey-date crap i just wanna go home and put on my pjs and who cares about boys because boys are dumb* could someone please pull the fire alarm so i have an excuse to get out of here": 1000's and 1000's


*ps--i do not, of course, mean to insinuate that the boys that you (my bloggy friends) are paired with are dumb. just all of the boys that i know. all of them. dumb.

Pooey

So, I know it's not weigh-in day, but as you know, I kinda weigh myself a little bit too much. But this week, I'm weighing 1.5 lbs MORE than I did last week. And I drink tons of water, don't eat very salty foods (except during weekends, but its Wednesday now!), and I can't blame TOM either. I think the best part of weight loss is that having loss encourages you to lose more. I'm having trouble keeping perspective now because I feel like I'm going backwards. not very motivating. it makes me want to eat a big bowl of mac and cheese. any suggestions? Maybe I shouldn't eat at such regular intervals... I feel like its a bit early to go Wendie plan. Hrm.

URGH...large hips = large clothes

otherwise known as "Bri's rant #2". So I'm all geared up to make this super cute dress out of some cotton saree fabric I have. Then I realized after almost getting run over on my bike this morning (see below), that I'm going to have to change the pattern because by butt is so wide. damn pear shaped arse. Where are the large-assed crafters? It says I should cut the fabric for the dress to be 6 inches bigger than my chest size. Um, 36+6=42=Bri's hip size! NOT ATTRACTIVE. I'll have to measure some of my store-bought dresses to figure out how many more inches I'm going to have to use to conceal my pear-shapeyness. Suggestions? Sigh. Must lose weight NOW. Meg, should we start another blog called thecraftypear? ahaha.

And, I almost got run over this morning. I suppose I should have been more careful about making assumptions about slowing cars at crosswalks. But writing this makes me feel better:

Dear newshinygrayPriusdriverwhotriedrorunmedownthismorning,

Did you take driver's ed? Remember that part about yielding for bikes and pedestrians at crosswalks at major commuting bike paths? And that part about signs telling you to stop for bikes and other people crossing the street?

OK good. I'm glad you remember that now. Because when I stopped my bike and looked at YOU and you slowed down, it meant that you should be STOPPING. When I looked the other way, it was to CHECK FOR CARS IN THE OTHER DIRECTION. This was not me waving you to go while my head was turned.

When my wheel hit you car, did I scratch it? If it did, I'm not sorry since you tried to run me down. Maybe you should stop driving your little "electric" car around and ride a bike for a while, then you will learn to stop at crosswalks. or at least to not slow down and fool innocent bikers into thinking you should have stopped!

Disgruntledly yours,
Bri

Tomorrow=another day...hopefully a good one

welllll...i guess i got greedy and was really hoping for a SUPER VIRTUOUS MONDAY....but it didn't happen.

my planned 60 minutes of a.m. walking (3 activity points) was foiled by my ill-advised 9 pm diet coke the night before. usually, i have NO trouble sleeping after a diet coke, but for whatever reason, i was up until all hours (2:30 to be exact) and then, shockingly, hit the snooze and woke up an hour late. i really could have used those morning endorphins.

i did ok until about 2:30 pm when i was somehow coerced (by visiting parental units) into eating an Einstein's bagel...and then was horrified when i discovered that it was 6 points. 6 POINTS?!! and didn't fill me up AT ALL. what a rip off.

so...that meant i had...hmm..about 2 points for the rest of the day, which is never my favorite..especially when i have had a zero activity points day. boo. so, then i kind of got grumpy and impatient and a little bit snacky.

(sorry, faithful readers, both of the skinnify girls are having a bad day!!)

Anyway, the end result is that i have 31 flex points left for the week. (ate 27) (ouch) (terrified for friday weigh in) (stupid einstein's bagel...grr) (i won't bad-mouth diet coke though, because it is the nectar of the gods and i probably would be comatose without it) (yes, i know i need to quit) (one thing at a time)

i don't know what all the parentheses are about. (sorry)

good news is that i have my pilates class tomorrow morning---yay! AND i managed to stay away from cream cheese on the bagel AND i stayed away from the granola bars which should earn me some sort of GOLD STAR.

Rant #1

Warning and apologies - this might be a little whiney/ranty. I'm just in that mood, probably because I'm hungry. And because I've just found a really cute pair of shoes that I can't wear because I think they will look too small on me. (And, I shouldn't afford them either...ahaha)

I'm feeling very impatient today - I want to get skinny really really fast and its just not gonna happen (I know, I shouldn't want it to happen, it's not healthy that way, yaddah yaddah yaddah). Its especially not going to happen if I don't make it a priority to exercise. I only managed 20 minutes on the treadmill before my sweaty-drippy self couldn't take it any more and got off. And then I started a new sewing project so I didn't do my pilates either. am bad. very bad bri.

But, I just checked out French Women Don't Get Fat - I'm sure its been blogged to death, but its still new to me.

Points for today: 22 eaten, 2 exercised

rant over.