A while back I wrote a blog about the fear of 35. No, not age 35, but an irrational fear of getting to 35 pounds lost. To recap - I have gotten to that 35 pound mark quite a few times over the last 6 ot 7 years - but always stopped there. So, for some strange reason, I had this weird mental block about getting past 35 pounds. Somehow I knew I'd be fine cuz this time it's different. I got all kinds of encouragement and suggestions from Sparkies and it was all confirming what I already knew - the ability to move on is just in my head - 35 is only a number. I passed 35 a couple weeks ago, but wanted to wait until I was a pretty good amount past it to blog about it.
On friday my "official" (according to my home scale) weight was 264 - 39 pounds down from my highest weight of 303. Now that I am past the elusive 36 I am fine. I am eagerly looking forward to 40, 45, 50, etc.
In other news - this past weekend I did some fun things that I knew were going to require me to eat some food that I wouldn't normally eat (as if I didn't have an option, lol). Some traditional Polish food was the main one I was afraid of. Did I eat too much? Maybe, but not NEARLY as much as I would have eaten in the past. I left food on my plate, I shared without having a problem (I had sharing issues before - wanting the biggest piece, etc) and though I thought about dessert a couple times, I didn't have any. I also maintained self-control yesterday when I declined on the chips and soda and had a tiny piece of cake and no seconds. Last night for dinner I had two small pieces of pizza and didn't go back for more. Yes, I ate one too many yummy muffins, but otherwise, I'd call this weekend a success. Did I eat perfectly? No. Did I expect to? No. Am I okay with that? Yes, I am.
Also - I am hoping that I didn't mess up somewhere. On friday when I did 3.1 miles on the treadmill my time was 45:05. Today I decided to run on the track (which does have just a bit of up and downs instead being totally flat). I had to count. 13 times around the track equals one mile. So I counted. 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3 - I think you get the point. It would have been funny if people could have seen in my head. i have SUCH a bad memory (side effect of anti-seizure meds) that if I didn't say the number over and over in my head all the way around the track I would not remember it when I got back to the beginning. So, I am pretty confident that I got it right. And I did go the extra lap and a third required to finish the .10 mile in the 3.1 miles. So what was my finish time? 38:20. What? From 45:05? Can that be possible? I still haven't let myself really celebrate cuz I keep feeling I did something wrong. But I counted it all out! And I don't think I made a mistake. How could I have run so much faster on the track than the treadmill? Anyone else have this experience?
And lastly - one of the most exciting things about my weekend is the arrival of my new puppy. He's four months old and only about 2.5 pounds. He won't get much bigger (only supposed to get up to about 3 pounds). He's a Pomeranian and a very rare one at that because of his size and the fact that he's all chocolate - not a common thing with Poms. Only problem is that we've had such a hard time with a name. My hubby wanted Uncle Rico (from Napoleon Dynamite) or Brauny (after Brewers' player Ryan Braun) but I was NOT happy with those. My daughter wanted Cupcake, Muffin or Brownie. Um, nope. My son suggested Barf, Darth Vader, Nacho and Taco (and we have frogs named Meatball and French Fry - what's with the food obsession, lol?). I had a few suggestions like Toby, Cody, Samson (would call him Sammy) - but mine were all shot down. So, yesterday he was running around my grandparents' yard and he came in the house and snuggled right into a towel and I said, "Aw, he's all tuckered out." My cousin Alex said, "Tucker is cute!" And everyone at the table was agreeing and giving Tucker their vote. Hubby agreed. So, I introduce to you - the tiniest Pomeranian I have ever seen - Tucker!!!