TNCR Pandemic Weight Loss Challenge
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I've been exercising every day with nothing to show for it and then suddenly today I've dropped a pound and a half over night. Not sure if it's an aberration.
Just finished a 26 mile bike ride. The rest of the day may well be spent complaining about having to do stuff.
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I’m avoiding the daily weigh-in to avoid those day to day anomalies. I am back down to where I was two weeks ago before my sudden gaining of 2 pounds.
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I’m avoiding the daily weigh-in to avoid those day to day anomalies. I am back down to where I was two weeks ago before my sudden gaining of 2 pounds.
@lufins-dad said in TNCR Pandemic Weight Loss Challenge:
I’m avoiding the daily weigh-in to avoid those day to day anomalies. I am back down to where I was two weeks ago before my sudden gaining of 2 pounds.
I do a daily weigh-in, always in he morning before breakfast, because it shows me the trend, and then I’m not surprised at the end of the week. Yes, the scale goes up and down a little, but that fact actually helps me keep on track. So for example if I go crazy at the barbecue, and the next day the scale has gone back up, just seeing that makes be extra careful for the next couple of days (and the scale reading goes down) So far, that’s working for me.
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I find the daily tracking quite interesting. I weigh myself every morning at the same time, and get all the statistics from the scale regarding BMI, fat percentage, etc. It gets a bit dispiriting when nothing happens, or worse, something happens in the wrong direction.
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Nice going, Cats!
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So, how many tubbo's are left around here?
C'mon, fess-up.
ARE YOU or are you NOT a bonafide tubbo?
Most important, how many words are there for tubbo? Blimp. Fat. BFUH (big fucking ugly hog). Buffalo.
I can't think of any others. Losing my touch I guess.
Fatso. That's definitely it. No more mean words.
I apologize ahead of time for anything above that might hurt some pudgy walking porky's feeeeelings. So there. -
So, how many tubbo's are left around here?
C'mon, fess-up.
ARE YOU or are you NOT a bonafide tubbo?
Most important, how many words are there for tubbo? Blimp. Fat. BFUH (big fucking ugly hog). Buffalo.
I can't think of any others. Losing my touch I guess.
Fatso. That's definitely it. No more mean words.
I apologize ahead of time for anything above that might hurt some pudgy walking porky's feeeeelings. So there.@rainman said in TNCR Pandemic Weight Loss Challenge:
So, how many tubbo's are left around here?
C'mon, fess-up.
ARE YOU or are you NOT a bonafide tubbo?
Most important, how many words are there for tubbo? Blimp. Fat. BFUH (big fucking ugly hog). Buffalo.
I can't think of any others. Losing my touch I guess.
Fatso. That's definitely it. No more mean words.
I apologize ahead of time for anything above that might hurt some pudgy walking porky's feeeeelings. So there.My weight is part of my intersectionality bona fides. You could never possibly understand.
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I’m back to my March 2020 weight... Which is still fat, but getting better. Another 30 lbs and I’ll feel better.
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Cats, that’s great! I didn’t weigh myself on Monday because I wasn’t home - had to make a last minute trip to the east coast to deal with some pretty serious aging parent issues, and the stress is not helping me! Have to go to Seattle for the same reason in a little over a week. (My parents live on opposites ends of the country) Still hovering right around 177, which is 14 pounds down from Feb 1, but I have a long way to go. My goal is go get below 150. I walked a lot in New Jersey, but I also ate ALL the airline cookies on my FIVE flights.
Did just send the pants that are too big for me now to the Goodwill. Onward. Getting old sucks. -
You are doing great, Jodi! There will be stalls when the weight doesn’t go down, but maybe the waist goes down a little.
This morning I was excited when I realized the Khakis that were too tight we’re actually a pair that I had given up on two years ago. I still have a bit to go to wear them comfortably, but it’s in sight!
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Cats, that’s great! I didn’t weigh myself on Monday because I wasn’t home - had to make a last minute trip to the east coast to deal with some pretty serious aging parent issues, and the stress is not helping me! Have to go to Seattle for the same reason in a little over a week. (My parents live on opposites ends of the country) Still hovering right around 177, which is 14 pounds down from Feb 1, but I have a long way to go. My goal is go get below 150. I walked a lot in New Jersey, but I also ate ALL the airline cookies on my FIVE flights.
Did just send the pants that are too big for me now to the Goodwill. Onward. Getting old sucks.@jodi I didn't weigh myself, either. Cookies this week, lots of cookies. I figure my good results from last week scared my brain into screwup mode -- which it does on the regular. My brain is an asshole.
I've decided losing weight is one of the most difficult First World problems there is. In itself, getting the weight off just isn't that hard; eat less than you burn -- bingo, shazam, done. It's the resistance. It's the evil brain that showers you with more obstacles, more reasons to fail, than are M&Ms in a jumbo bag. You overcome one? The brain grins like a demon and presents you with 89 more immediately. I know this; I've been on this struggle for years.
The way I see it, you have two recourses, and two only: You can keep trying, or you can give up. What else is there? I've chosen not to give up, though some weeks you'd never guess it. It is heartbreaking; you just wish you could get it DONE already, and go on with the rest of your life. (Remember when you didn't have to worry about it? Yeah, me neither.) But the brain entrenched its resistance truths early and well. Oh, so very well.
That resistance is not invulnerable. Every time you lose a half pound or walk past the dessert table, eyes averted, you chip away another little bit. It's a grim battle, but it can be won. I have to believe this.
But GOD, is it boring sometimes. Okay, all the time.
I invoke my favorite adage often. It's from the Japanese. "Fall down seven times, get up eight".
Like Scarlett said, "Tomorrow is another day". Ya gotta believe. Those pants aren't coming back from the Goodwill.
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@jodi I didn't weigh myself, either. Cookies this week, lots of cookies. I figure my good results from last week scared my brain into screwup mode -- which it does on the regular. My brain is an asshole.
I've decided losing weight is one of the most difficult First World problems there is. In itself, getting the weight off just isn't that hard; eat less than you burn -- bingo, shazam, done. It's the resistance. It's the evil brain that showers you with more obstacles, more reasons to fail, than are M&Ms in a jumbo bag. You overcome one? The brain grins like a demon and presents you with 89 more immediately. I know this; I've been on this struggle for years.
The way I see it, you have two recourses, and two only: You can keep trying, or you can give up. What else is there? I've chosen not to give up, though some weeks you'd never guess it. It is heartbreaking; you just wish you could get it DONE already, and go on with the rest of your life. (Remember when you didn't have to worry about it? Yeah, me neither.) But the brain entrenched its resistance truths early and well. Oh, so very well.
That resistance is not invulnerable. Every time you lose a half pound or walk past the dessert table, eyes averted, you chip away another little bit. It's a grim battle, but it can be won. I have to believe this.
But GOD, is it boring sometimes. Okay, all the time.
I invoke my favorite adage often. It's from the Japanese. "Fall down seven times, get up eight".
Like Scarlett said, "Tomorrow is another day". Ya gotta believe. Those pants aren't coming back from the Goodwill.
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Again, it’s about more than weight loss. I just noticed that my wedding band feels a little loose. In another month or so, it will need resized. This has me excited more than the weight!
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How are you all doing? Last month I got on multiple airplanes to visit both sets of parents (mine - they are divorced and remarried to younger spouses and they live on opposite coasts). Both my parents (mid 80’s) are having significant issues with dementia, my father has been diagnosed (FTD) my mother refuses to get tested, but clearly has some type of it. Holy crap, it’s stressful and sad and scary watching this happen and feeling fairly helpless about it all. My father broke his nose a couple of weeks ago when he went on a walk alone and fell. My mom is a pile of emotions - and real issues with short term memory and lots of crying episodes. And every time I have a forgetful episode now, I wonder if it’s starting to happen to me! At any rate - I haven’t lost much in the last month - just down a pound or so since I last posted (actually feeling lucky I didn’t put any of the weight back on) - that makes 15 since I started the first of February (12 since we started here March 1st) I can really tell a difference - I feel much better, I’m wearing clothes I haven’t been able to in awhile, but I have a lot more to lose between now and next February. Gardening season is on us here in “we only get about 6 days of summer in Montana” - so I’ve been shoveling compost and planting flowers like mad this first week of June, and that is my favorite kind of exercise - the kind you get when you are doing something besides going to the gym.
