Tomorrow is going to be a big day, wedding- and otherwise. We are going to San Antonio tonight and bright and early Saturday we are going to appointments with (in chronological order):
A florist
A photographer
A priest
...and possibly another photographer and another priest. Whew. It's going to be hard considering we don't know the city and we're relying on MapQuest to keep us from getting lost.
Diet wise, the week has been great. I haven't slipped up much with regard to clandestine snacks, but I have totally lost my enthusiasm for working out. Maybe it's because Mark's coming with me now and he insists we go to another gym which isn't my regular one. Maybe I'm just getting sick of it. But whatever the reason, I'm depending on him to keep me going. I've already gotten down to 129 and if I don't screw up, I could see 128 by the middle of next week. Yay!
I forgot to write in the food journal last night, and you know what? It's HARD trying to remember what you ate yesterday. For example, I know I had a snack between lunch and dinner last night, but I can't remember what it was. Seriously, I have no clue. It wasn't a granola bar, it wasn't toast, it wasn't a NutriGrain bar, it wasn't fruit...what the hell did I eat? Beats me. But anyway, I've resumed writing today and things are lookin' good. A granola bar for lunch, a WW pizza for dinner and two cups of coffee with calorie-free sweetener, plus a Diet Coke - not bad.
Sorry for not posting yesterday. With work piling up and a wedding on the horizon, there's been less and less time to do stuff.
Good news is that I finally started my food journal last night. My entries actually weren't that bad. I was so proud that I showed Mark, who promptly grabbed the pen and wrote HIS food intake below mine. He said he'd write in it "every once in a while." So that kind of screws me up. I'm tempted to hide the book and make it just mine. But seeing all that he consumes might make me feel better.
I didn't exercise last night because we spent our normal exercise hour getting Mark into a tux. He picked black with a black vest and bowtie, which I guess is OK because the bridesmaids will be wearing black (yep, black). It's going to be a B&W wedding - they'll carry white roses like me. I'm thinking of having a few pale pink roses in mine though, just so I'm not ALL white (or ivory, as it may be).
Oh yes, and the wedding has been moved from Lajitas to here. It's just going to be so much easier to actually get married in a big city. We're still going out west for our honeymoon though.
I've been really good this week with food and I've started to up the intensity of my workouts. I've had to cut them short lately to about 30 minutes, so I've been working out much harder to make up for that. Now I do 3 sprints of 3 minutes each, instead of just 2 at 2 minutes each. I need to take it easy though - I jammed my big toe by running and it still kind of hurts.
The scale is finally starting to show a loss - I'm at 129 even now, down from the 130 that I've been holding on to for the past month. If I keep it up I might be 5-6 pounds lighter for the wedding.
Made reservations at a rustic little cabin for our honeymoon. The place I wanted turned out to be $225 a night, so forget that, especially when we're paying for it. But this place is only $47. It doesn't have all of those little amenities, but really we'll be hiking and stuff so much that we won't notice the lack of TV or phone in the room.
I am so f'ing pissed at my boss right now. I am under a lot of stress with my freelance gig and my regular stories for the magazine, and yesterday my boss asked me to be at work at 7 a.m. on Tuesday for a legislative breakfast. Fine, one more thing, I can handle it - or so I thought. I didn't get out of bed till 6:50, which meant I wasn't at work until 7:20 or so. So I was late. I rushed into the breakfast and located my boss, who was talking with some guy. So I stood there very quietly until he stopped talking and then I asked him what he wanted me to do at the meeting. Bear in mind he never gave me any prior instructions as to what my function would be or what I was supposed to be doing there. For all I know, I should have been interviewing legislators. So he tells me to just sit and listen, and I go to my seat.
I thought everything was fine and dandy through the whole meeting, and then I came back to my desk. I'd been sitting here about an hour working when he comes in and says, "You know, I was in the middle of a conversation." Well, that just blew me away - first to hear that I had been rude (I hadn't), and second to actually hear my boss saying this. Even if someone is rude, usually the rules of good manners dictate tell you not to call them on it - unless of course, it was something really egregious. Like if I had just run into the room and yelled his name at the top of my lungs. Once I regained the ability to speak, I said something along the lines of "Sorry" and then he started talking with me about business, as if it was no big deal. Well, it is a big deal to me. I'm 24 years old. I don't need my manners corrected like some fucking child. And even if they do need correcting, he sure as hell shouldn't be the one to correct them.
Okay, rant over. Diet and fitness stuff to come later.
The wedding plans continue - and the diet goes into overdrive. Yep, it's official. I stupidly bought the dress you see below this past weekend, without really knowing if we would get married in a Spanish mission in March or in a Las Vegas casino in May. But anyhow, things worked out and we will be marrying in Lajitas on March 9. I'll be posting pics of me in the dress just as soon as I can sneak onto my mom's AOL account and use her image hosting.
We went to see the priest today about a Catholic ceremony. I tell you, there haven't been many times that I've been as nervous as when Mark and I were sitting outside of his office. For one thing, we're lapsed Catholics - we only recently started going back - and we live together, and I'm on birth control. But he was super nice. He just asked us a few questions - are you marrying for life, do you intend to remain faithful, etc etc - and then told us to go to the Engaged Encounter weekend (which we already signed up for). That was it. No lecturing, no hassle. I actually feel really bad because we were convinced we were going to be turned down, and we kind of badmouthed the Catholic Church a bit for all its rules and regulations. But this was a breeze. Now all I have to do is figure out photographers, flowers, announcements...
But on to the diet stuff. Today I skipped because I did an extra-intense workout Sunday, and later that night my knee really started to hurt bad. It still ached a little today, and I didn't want to risk really getting hurt, so I sat out. I also bought a plain college-ruled notebook to write down what I eat, and I'll start writing in it tomorrow morning. Today actually wasn't a bad food day - had one Hershey's Kiss, a NutriGrain bar, 2 cups of coffee, a turkey sandwich, pretzels, and a quesadilla and two small pork chops for dinner.
I'm thinking about going back to Bikram yoga tomorrow just so I can use my free pass before it expires on Feb. 1. But man, I am not looking forward to it. I really don't think this "hot yoga" crap is for me. Yeah, it helps when stretching, but other than that I don't see any benefit beyond that of regular yoga. Oh well. Time to try something else.
Name: Jen Location: DFW, TX Occupation: Journalist WHY this stupid blog?: To lose the 20 pounds I've packed on since high school and to entertain you with stories about my fabulous life. Current Weight: 138 My Goal Weight: 115 Pounds to Go: 23
