Squidge

So nearly all of my post have revolved around weight loss, and this one is no different (for the most part). Today, I would like to talk about squidge. Squidge sounds like a cute fun filled word, however, it has the same connotations as "muffin top" - you know, that delicious part of the muffin...not quite. I'm actually referring to the fat that hangs over your pantaloons (pants for those of you who don't quite know lingo yet lol), which I now lovingly refer to as my squidge.

There are those out there who prefer the muffin top, you're wobbly bits, spare tire, or just plain fat. I personally prefer squidge as you can talk about it, and most people in the room won't have a clue as to what you're discussing.

Though I have lost weight and am proud of myself, I'm still feeling the squidge, literally.



I went to the store the other day as I have been craving a shopping spree, even a mini one. I went into Forever 21 (my new favorite store), grabbed one of everything, and headed off to the dressing rooms.

I have wanted skinny jeans um...forever (21) and I finally fit into a pair - a few pairs actually. I was so excited that I grabbed them all and promptly headed out of the dressing room when I stopped in my tracks. I turned around, walked back into the dressing room, stripped, re-changed and actually looked at myself.

I was so astounded that I fit into the jeans that I didn't even really look at myself. I suffer from pear syndrome: my body resembles a pear. Delicious fruit, ugly shape. In other words I'm very "A" framed and skinny jeans are tricky with a body like mine. I need to tone up a bit more (ok a lot) and try again. I hope skinny jeans are still in when I actually have a chance to look good in them.

New goal - continue doing what I'm doing. Add in more weights. Lose 2 inches per leg, another few on my squidge and attempt a skinny jean shopping spree again.

Blah.

PS: don't people claim this gets easier in time? Well how much time, because I still struggle every day.

Why can't weight loss be as easy and enjoyable as weight gain?

Let the Weight Loss Begin!!

As mentioned, I have been trying my very hardest to drop some weight before the summer is over. Thus far, I have had both good and bad days as well as healthy and not so healthy days. After about 5 weeks of dieting and working out (occasionally) I finally decided to weigh in this morning.

I rode the elevator to the top floor of my office building where the gym is located to do that walk of shame into the locker room where the scale is. I don't own a scale at home, I feel this is for the best! I was nervous to weigh in as I don't feel any thinner.

To my surprise, I have dropped 7.5 pounds...say WHAT; is the scale broken!?!? I figure that's pretty darn good seeing as how I haven't been working out as much as I had originally planned. If I can finish this month off with another 3 pounds, I'll be at 10 and pretty happy.

If losing 7 pounds isn't motivating, I don't know what is - though I am enjoying a pepsi at the moment (love my cheat days), and will indulge in some ice cream cake this afternoon for a co-workers good bye party. I feel I'm on the right track.

Just wanted to keep you all posted on my progress!

7.5 pounds down - 20ish more to go. It's going to be a difficult summer folks! Wish me luck!

Oh Murphy!

I've been thinking a lot about my life as of late, and it's really just one big scoop of ironic ice cream with a cherry on top. I have heard myself referring to Murphy's law quite a bit lately - anything that can go wrong, will. I started thinking about poor Murphy and who the actual guy is from the popular saying - so naturally, I wikipedia'd it.

The saying "Murphy's Law" isn't all that old actually. It was named after Edward A. Murphy; an engineer on an Air Force project. Long story short, everything that could go wrong with his project, did. The term around the office (when things went wrong of course) was "it's Murphy's Law".

The term was popularized when Dr. John Paul Stapp (who also worked at the Edwards Air Force Base) said it at a conference...blah blah blah we have Murphy's Law - the story of my life.

I won't bore you with the details of my life in Murphy's shoes but I do need to get some of it off my chest. Here goes...

I have been unemployed for 4 months (obvi not by choice), I decide I have all this time off, why not take some classes on Saturdays. I get a summer job that starts at the end of June (when my classes end), but will have to work Saturdays. This means I cannot go up to my cottage a single weekend this summer. I figure, no biggie, I'll go up during the week. A good friend of mine finished school this past week, and I figured since we both have free time, we'll just head out of town during the week. GUESS WHAT...out of no where, I get a job: Monday to Friday. Awesome right...NO That means I can't do ANYTHING as Monday to Friday I work, Saturday I have class, Sunday I'm recovering from something I shouldn't have done Saturday night (I hope) and Monday, I'm right back at work again. Untill the summer when I work 16 hour days, Saturdays included and dream about killing myself (I kid...but seriously).

Granted this is more ironic than a Murphy situation, however, all that could have gone wrong essentially has.

Phew...I'm out of breath. Can't say I feel all that much better, but it was nice to get that off my chest nevertheless.

Also, I'm clearly not a very good worker as I'm blogging in the middle of the day, so I guess I can't complain about work all that much at the moment. I'll complain Monday when I actually have something to do at work.

Until then, keep blogging!