What I Put In My Mouth Yesterday

Ask and you shall recieve.

Breakfast:

• Frosted Mini Wheats (175)
• Almond Milk (90)

Mid-morning snack:

• Dried Mangos (160)

Lunch:

• Weight Watcher Frozen Mini Pizzas (270)
•  16 Junior mints (170)
•  1 Pear (90)
•  1 Banana (105)

Dinner:

• 1 Whole Wheat English Muffin (120)
• 1 Tbsp Peanut Butter (94)
• Green Smoothie (150)

So the breakdown for the day?? 9 servings of fruit and veggies. Not nearly enough protein, I'm sure, and a grand total of 1424 calories. Not a bad day, by any stretch!

It's Okay To Have a Bad Day

Sometimes it seems that every last thing is going wrong.

Like there is nothing good in life.

And you know what? It's completely okay to feel like that. Let's face it, life isn't a fucking picnic. Shit happens.

What really matters is how you handle these inevitable times.

Are you going to crumble under the pressure, or are you going to give the world a big fat finger and keep on keepin' on?

I opt for the fattie.

Fuck the world.

Why Have I Kept My Head Up My Ass For So Long???

I had the distinct privilege of taking a day off mid-week yesterday. It really doesn't happen very often, and of course, instead of relaxing or taking it easy, I did what any masochistic asshole would do. I cleaned out my closet and tried on clothes that [until recently] were too small. Imagine my surprise when I slipped on THE pair of jeans I've been thinking were my "skinny" jeans [or at least from skinnier times], and I could button and zip them! They are still pretty tight, and I wouldn't wear them in public yet, but HELLO!!! I can zip them. They may look like tight sausage casings on my thighs, but it's something, right?

Anyways, after the initial high realizing I AM really losing weight, came a big blow. THESE were my skinny jeans, but I'm nowhere near skinny. How did I not realize this? Why did I choose to ignore it?? How long HAVE I been overweight, anyways? Too long, my friends. Too long.

Those "skinny" jeans are a size 11. [Juniors, if I'm not mistaken?]  It's definitely not a huge size, but it isn't terribly small either.  [Not to mention the fact that they are worn in and potentially streched out.]  I haven't put a leg in them for 8 years, I believe. Is it possible that I've been this big for EIGHT years? Is it possible that I wasted away at least that long not being happy with my body? Abso-freaking-lutely. I'm actually pretty sure I haven't been happy with my body since my senior year in high school. I was athletic, I weighed 145 lbs., and I fit into size 5 pants. I want it back so bad it physically hurts.

Lately we've been getting lots of requests for Before/Current pictures. I figured I'd post a few today, just to "see how far I've come" while choosing not to focus on "how far I have left to go". I actually have very few pictures of myself when I was at my biggest, not unlike most people who are disgusted by their appearance.

For your viewing pleasure:

This picture below is of me at my absolute biggest. No clue how much I weighed, I wouldn't dare.

Terrible picture of a Twi-nerd, I know!!!  Don't judge.

And the most current picture I have:

Bad dressing room self shot, but you get the idea.

I can see it. There definitely is some progress there. And I promise you, my friends, one day there will be before AND after pictures on this site. We will celebrate then.

We Want To Give You Stuff!

It's officially here - our first ever GIVEAWAY!!!

Everyone likes free stuff, right?

We've had a really hard time deciding what to give away, so we decided to just go with a few of our favorites.

It's no secret that we adore Jillian Michaels "The Shred" dvd. Really, how could we not include it?

Another thing that has been really key for us, even though we haven't actually blogged about it much, is "The Spark" book:

And last, but not least - the one thing that we absolutely had to have for long runs. What else but the ever scrumptious Clif Shot Bloks?

So, how do you get your hands on these fabulous items? The following will each get you an entry into the giveaway (to be done next Monday):

1. Leave a comment on this post telling us something you'd like to see on the blog.
2. Become a new follower of the blog or, if you are already a follower, get a friend to follow.
3. Tweet this post (include @MuffinTopped and/or @FatGirlSlimmed in your tweet).
4. Link to this post on your blog.

Tuesday Fat Stats - Week 41

It's finally happened! I've lost TEN pounds!!! Woo-hoo :)

I'm sooo happy about this, I don't even know how to put it into words.

I'm doing it, I'm actually losing weight. For some unknown reason, reaching a solid 10 pound loss has really been reassuring to me. I'm not just trying to lose weight, I am losing weight!!!

When I realised this morning, I was bordering on giddy. I don't think that I've ever truly believed that I was going to be thin again. Some part of me has always thought it was just a pipe dream.

I don't want to be entirely self- centered, so I'd also like to point out that Fat Girl Slim is a mere 1/10 of a pound away from having lost THIRTY pounds!

*** Insert big fucking round of applause here ***

I don't even know what else to say but we kick some serious ass! For real!

On a side note, we will be putting up our giveaway post either today (time granted) or tomorrow at the very latest! WOOT!

Here's the official weekly numbers:

Fat Girl Slim's Week 41 Numbers:

Muffin Top's Week 41 Numbers:

So, What's The Plan?

I've been slacking on getting up a workout schedule for this week. I finally did you, and just started it with tomorrow.

I have a (slightly ambitious) goal of 7 miles tomorrow. My ankle has been really bothering so I didn't get to do my long run last weekend. Which means this will be my longest run in quite some time. I've only been up to 5 recently, so I'm really nervous about this one. I'll also be doing it solo as Fat Girl Slim has no desire to run in any way, shape, or form.

Poor me :(

Anyway, I don't have anything particularly funny or inspirational to say - just wanted to show you my plan for torturing myself over the next 7 days.

Here's to achieving some results!

I'm Tired Of Being A Wagon

Last night, while scanning through a book of mine [42 Rules For Working Moms, if you are curious], I came across a chapter that touched on taking care of yourself. It said to imagine yourself as a fast sports car. If you tune a sports car right, put good gas in it, and take care of it, the performance will increase. I was totally following the point they were trying to make, but for some reason no matter how I tried, I couldn't imagine myself as a sleek sports car.

I think [unfortunately] that I'm a wagon. When the fuck did I become a wagon?!?!?!?! Pretty sure I'm not frumpy enough to be considered a minivan. No way. I'm definitely not a huge SUV either, but I have to be frank when I say I'm definitely not a compact car at this point. I think I'm a wagon.

How depressing. Wagons are functional and reliable and safe, but nobody gets excited to drive the wagon. Nobody stands back and appreciates the wagon as it drives by. Not even if it's a pretty, new wagon. Some things in life just aren't esthetically pleasing, you know??? Nor are some cars fast and lithe. Some cars will always be mediocre, no matter how well they do their job.

She might haul the kids around, but that's about it.

Well FUCK THAT. I'm tired of being the damn Subaru. I want to be a sports car. I want people to stare when I go by. I promise I'm not delusional. I may never get to Ferrari status, but would it be too much to ask to be a Camaro? Maybe even a Corvette???

Now THIS is a sexy car.

It may not be next week, or even next month, but one day I'm going to wake up and realize I'm no longer the grocery getter. One day I'm going to realize I've lost the back seat and allllll that junk in the trunk. I can't freaking wait.