Friday, August 27, 2010
Today was Daffodil Day, which meant I spent a good chunk of it wearing a daffodil on my lapel. This reminded me of the last time I wore a fake yellow flower for a few days, which wasn't all that long ago -- in fact, it was just in New Orleans. That time, however, it was a rose. And the irony of it tickled me, as I wore the yellow rose in honour of Nanami, the character above (and indeed in all of these pictures). Part of my goal with this weight-loss, after all, is to be thin enough to cosplay Nanami without feeling either self-conscious, or that I am doing her an injustice. So, it was funny to be wearing another yellow flower as I today faxed my application form away.
So, yes, the application has been lodged. I need to go for the blood test early next week, and then...wait for my meal plan. And then just start. It's quite scary, but as time goes on...every day, I want to be different. Not just for the way I look. My upset stomach, my aching foot, the fact I probably have PCOS that no-one's keen to diagnose...losing weight and eating better really can't help BUT help all of these things. So, away we go?
Daffodil Day, among other things, is a local signal that spring is coming. I spent most of a very busy and stressful day today taking time to sniff the daffodils on the front bench as I walked past them, and thought of new beginnings. Perhaps I should plant some yellow roses, too.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Today, for the first time in quite a while, I turned on my Wii. ...well, that's a little overdramatic, actually. I was playing with it last month or thereabouts, because I had the urge to play The Lamest Game Ever again (Endless Ocean, if you're curious. It's just...yeah). I haven't, however, done much with WiiFit in months and months. However, because I have been dithering over this enrolment form, which requires my current weight, I had to measure it somehow.
To my surprise, when I finished messing about with batteries and the like, I discovered my Wii thought I weighed 82.2kg. It's actually a whole point down on my last reading way back when, in terms of BMI. I think it listed the weight drop as 2.5kg? I think that's partially thanks to my interesting diet in Mexico and New Orleans, but since I got home from my holiday I've been overdosing on all sorts of good foods out of the knowledge soon they will be dead to me. ...or at least, for the period of the diet, after which I will hopefully have developed the required respect to allow our reintroduction. Go figure. Which reminds me, as part of my good-bye diet, tomorrow I need to get some German beer from the local liquor store. I won't miss it as much as Lift Plus, but still. Make the most of it while it's there, eh?
I also weighed one of the cats, who unfortunately happened to be sleeping nearby (the littler cat, being infinitely more awake, escaped at the first sign of the white board). She also managed a decrease, of 0.5kg. She still weighs almost five kilograms, mind you. Perhaps I should invite her on this diet, too...
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Still trying to make that definite Big Push, as it were -- I have sent The Email to the company I am wanting to undertake a major diet with, but the enrolment form? Is yet to be sent. Though it IS filled in, and that's always a start, isn't it?
I'm just very good at talking myself out of things, I suppose. I just...expect to fail. But every day I am struck again and again with the desire to just be comfortable in my own skin, and this...is one way to move towards that, I guess. I am just really, really going to miss Lift Plus. <g> Seriously, the last week or so since returning from the States/Mexico, I've been eating all my favourite foods in anticipation of losing them for the next six months. So...I guess that means some part of me really is serious about this?
I guess there's just one way to find out.
Monday, August 23, 2010
I haven't made any committments yet, unless creating this blog counts. I figure this is my sounding post, my moo-board -- because one of my nicknames from childhood has been Clarabelle Cow. Right now, I feel like I might just be turning into said cow. This is the time to turn the fight on, I guess, and leave people wondering why a skinny little chit like me would be wearing anything as outrageously inappropriate as a cowbell.
Now, to become that skinny little chit...
All images gratefully stolen from the wonderful Gio at ohtori.nu