Checking in weekly seems too short

Another week has gone by and this time I have GAINED 5 lbs. Maybe it was because I went to a taping of The Price Is Right on Monday. I spent most of the day standing or sitting in line. It was a messed up day that lasted 15 hours. I had very little to eat except candy here and there to jolt my energy level. Then the next day I was too beat up to cook so another day of poor habits, then another day and the week was over. THAT'S MY REASON, er, my excuse, er, reason.

As much as I'd like to think I can eat my daily calories in junk food and still stay on course, it just isn't true. Once you get on that hamster wheel you can't get off. Hell, it was easier for me to quit smoking.

My Trikke buddy, StanLe, suggested it might be muscle weight since I have been Trikking a lot lately -- that's why I love him! And he could be partially right. I'm gonna chalk up 2 lbs fat and 3 lbs muscle to my 5 lb weight gain. I can live with that!

270 lbs this week

The Scale Moved!

I weighed myself on my antique scale and it moved -- down. It moved 10 pounds down! I am so excited. And proud. After all, it takes a large amount of work to move a scale. I'm picturing Sisyphus or the slaves at the bottom of the great pyramid moving slabs of fat- I mean slabs of earth up the great walls.The scale says 265, which is what I say I am on my ID. I was right, I am shedding fat! My body feels different because it is different.

There is nothing better than losing weight! It's such an empowering feeling. I can tell because I want to stick exclamation points everywhere! See? So the momentum has started. It will keep going until I hit 150, my biggest best dream weight. And no excess skin, please.

weight 265, week four

What does P!nk have to do with Trikking?

"Have you ever looked fear in the face, and said I just don't care?"* Upon hearing those lyrics I immediately thought of my love affair with my Trikke.

I remember fondly my first attempt at trikking, when I went over the handlebars and landed on my nose. I still got back on my beloved Birdie. Then six weeks later falling on my knee causing a two-month absense from trikking. Every time I got back on my Trikke I faced fear and said I just don't care.

Trikking is like no other athletic thing I've ever done. I found a new sweet spot last week. Every level I attain has its own sweet spot. For Non-trikkers, that is when everything is in alignment, there's no fear, no wearyness, just a zen-like state that has me rocking back and forth, with the wind in my face.

I always have a stupid grin when I trikke. It is so fun. No matter that I am doing a full body workout that I'm barely aware of. You should see the muscles in my arms, both upper and lower definition! That has always been the weakest part of my body.

I am now starting to see changes in my body, but I especially feel like I have less padding in my shoulders, hips, and calves. It hasn't registered when I measure myself once a month. Not yet. But that is immaterial. I love trikking and when I don't trikke, I am thinking of it and planning my next "workout."

I kinda laugh when I call it a workout, since it's really me going out and acting like a kid again. What would Dr. Oz think of me? More importantly what do I think?

I think I like myself for looking fear in the face, because when it comes to trikking, I just don't care.

"Glitter in the Air," by P!nk

Puss-Puss, the Princess

Princess Puss-Puss is my nickname for my little Daisy. No, not MY "daisy," my pussy Daisy, no wait -- get your mind out of the gutter! My cat Daisy is who I mean. It was inspired by listening to lots of Lady GaGa. Sometimes I don't call her princess, just puss-puss. She is so small and soft. She loves to be stroked. And she purrs so loud. Come on get back on the same page with me.

Daisy tends to run away from me when I approach. She is afraid of large objects coming at her. I am too. Once she is on a high shelf she turns her back to me and sticks her ass in the air. That is because I scratch her back. She raises her back legs to meet my fingers, to make sure I scratch hard enough, but not too hard. I think she likes it rough.

I am divulging a lot about private moments I spend with my puss-puss. They are times filled with love and joy. I need her and she needs me, we're a team. I feed her and care for her, and she in turn keeps my blood pressure low.

Cigarettes Are Not Candy Bars

I stopped smoking at the end of August, 2009. I think it was to get ready for my new Trikke. I had wanted to quit for a long time but I just couldn't. I was waiting for that special time which comes to me every few years. It's like I get a break. I can quit smoking and have no cravings, dreams or setbacks. It is only during this window of opportunity that it happens. And it happened at the end of last August.

It is something I don't talk about or tell people. Why? It is a really BIG thing, after all. I guess because I wasn't driven up a wall, or paced a room, or had to call a friend. It was easy. It was nothing. Like changing from milk to dark chocolate.

Cigarettes are not candy bars. I think if I didn't have sugar every day I'd be blogging on the ceiling. So this is why I don't brag about quitting smoking. Believe me, the world will know when I beat my sugar addiction!

The "King" of the beasts

When all is right with the world

Be Careful, It's a Trap

Starting Weak Three

I know there's a typo in the headline, but really it's just a pun. This marks the beginning of week three, and I am where I was two weeks ago. I still think there's hope. I haven't given up on myself yet. After all I do quite a bit of exercising. I just haven't hit that mark of burning more calories than I waddle off.

So I started off with some goals that I haven't accomplished, like writing down everything I eat or cutting down to ONE serving of junk food a day. All I have to do is recommit. After all, I am worth the trouble. And if I am doing this weight thing slowly, I really might overlook say the 2-3 pounds I might have lost. So maybe it's too soon to think I'm not on the right path.

Oh, there is one thing to consider while judging me weak-willed, I did stop smoking 5 months ago! So look at me world!! I am powerful and I accept changes with confidence and ease!

Sugar -- oh how I luv ya!

I just can't stop eating sugar. I love sugar. I love candy bars and cookies and even catsup, a combination of the best things -- veggie and sugar! Actually the best things together are sugar and fats, but I'm trying to turn a new leaf so if you can get nutrition and sugar, well, what is more perfect than that?

The sad part is that sugar will be the death of me if I continue on this path. I have diabetes and I still can't control my sugar consumption. I stopped eating candy bars and now eat protein bars that are quite good, and good for me. They are full of protein and vitamins and minerals, all that quality stuff. I just had a thought -- candied tomatoes! Zucchini donuts! Broccoli with brown sugar and cinnamon! Ok, I'll admit I've gone too far. I still think that protein bars are better for me than a snickers bar. Can you see it too?

This is the one thing I need to stop if I want to lose the extra person I carry strapped to my back. Bananas are almost sweet enough. Dried pineapple or dates really meet my need. So, just like a junkie I will skulk off into the dark, hoping no one will see me, and stock up!!