Day 24: Off the wagon...

I fell, but not too hard.

Details to come.

Day 23: On the Cusp

I'm a mere two pounds away from being in the "100's".  I've been there before.  In fact, over the last five years I've cha-cha'd my way between the 100's and the 200's a half a dozen times.  And each time I made it back to "One-derland" I declared that I will never go back into the 200's ever again in my entire life so help me God.  And yet, here I am, working my ass off (literally) to get back.  But this time - ooh, this time it's for real.  I'm five feet tall, and have no business being anywhere near two hundred pounds.  So there.

I just wanted to keep you posted in anticipation, because it's coming.  My goal is to get there by Saturday.  And you'll be the first to know if - no - when I do!

Day 22: Food for Thought

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Day 21: Successful Saturdays!

Scale Related Success: + 0.6 lbs. Boo!

Non-Scale Related Success:  Still here.

I totally forgot to post yesterday, probably because I don't feel like I have anything to say regarding success these days.  The scale is at a standstill, and I continue to battle a handful of (mild) health concerns like lethargy, eczema and muscle cramps.  I guess the real success is that I'm still committed to finishing the hundred days, even though my inner Diet Demon is constantly telling me to throw in the towel and go to Lindora or Jenny Craig to get this damn weight off as fast as I can. Shut up, inner Diet Demon!  Slow and steady wins the race!

Day 20: Foodie Fridays!

Last Saturday I had dinner at Medieval Times Dinner and Tournament.  I didn't take any pics because the food was nothin' to write home about.  Baked chicken, tomato broth and potatoes for Paleo me, and all of the above plus garlic bread, apple turnovers and beer for everyone else I was with. Sans utensils, of course.

Sunday: Sweet potato, leek and fennel hash with an egg on top.  DEE-LISH!

The money shot.

Monday: After watching my hubby play softball with his buddies, we all went out for drinks and dinner at a local bar.  The boys had beer and fried stuff. I had water and a burger patty over a salad.  I looked like a stereotypical chick from an outdated Rom-Com.  So embarrassing.

Tuesday: Success!  Brocollini and tilapia seasoned with chili, cumin and salt topped with Trader Joe's Papaya Mango Salsa.  Affordable, scrumptious and easy-peasy.

Wednesday: Turkey Bolognese over kale.  It filled me up, but was a total snoozefest.

Thursday: Adam's favorite: Chicken with this honey chipotle sauce (with honey instead of maple syrup) served with roasted asparagus.  YUM!

Tonite we're going to The Magic Castle.  I'm going to swallow my resentment and order an overpriced dish (that I can make at home) consisting of lean protein and vegetables, because I'm committed to this wild ride.  While my friends order cocktails and spoon feed each other garlic whipped mashed potatoes and creme brulee, I will bitterly down water and try not to choke on the ice.

Good times.

Day 19: Magic Bullet Through the Heart

I'm embarassed to admit that I'm one of the millions of people that have been looking for a "magic bullet" to help me with my weight loss for years.  I've been a Weight Watcher (on and off) since I was eighteen.  Since then I've tried South Beach, Eat Right 4 Your Blood Type, SlimFast, and a plethora of other self-created diets that I've tried and failed at through the years.  I was hoping that I would look at Paleo differently, and that (because I'm so old and wise) I would be able to focus on the health benefits that aren't related to the scale, but I can't.

I'm obsessed with the fact that my weight loss has stopped and in fact, begun to reverse.  It's not because I'm vain and insistent that to be healthy and beautiful means I have to be a size six...okay, it's not entirely because I'm vain and insistent that to be healthy and beautiful means I have to be a size six.  The real and most important reason that I'm anxious to lose weight is so that I can begin to start trying.  As in, trying to get pregnant.  Yeah.  Kind of a big deal.

Tonight, after many tears I decided to push back my "start date" once again.  A year ago I thought that I would start this summer.  This year I said that I would start in January.  And now, my husband and I our setting our sites on June of next year. Luckily for me, I have a hubby who is patient and kind and wants me to be as happy and healthy as possible before I let a little one set up shop in my uterus. I'm incredibly disappointed at myself, but equally hopeful that my time will come.

Day 18: Something's Wrong

My eczema's back with a vengeance.  My weight is steadily floating up the scale.  I can't get through the night without waking up from a torturous Charlie Horse or two.  I'm fatigued and have lost my energy.  And when I ride my bike the measly one mile to and from my job I have to work ten times harder than usual to get the wheels rotating.  Worst of all are my eyes.  Suddenly I have the red, puffy, wrinkly eyes of a fifty-something who's been up for twenty-four hours straight staring at computer data.  They're dry and oh-so itchy.

If I were living on processed flours and sugars right now, than I would chalk up my ailments to a poor diet.  But I've been lean and green because of Paleo, and so naturally, I'm pissed.  My inner donut-demon is crying out "Why bother, just eat what you f%$&ing want!".

I've done a little research and narrowed it down to either a magnesium defeciency, a glucose deficiency, a sulfite allergy or hypothyroidism. Thanks Internet! For now I'm going to read my labels more carefully and get rid of sulfites from my diet, begin taking a magnesium supplement, enjoy more natural sugars from fruit and vegetables and increase my water intake.  If I don't notice a significant improvement in my health within the week, I'm going to see an allergist.

Man, taking care of yourself is hard work!