Dieter for life

Every 6 weeks or so, I have an appointment with a dietitian...and I can't believe I actually paid money to this person. I suppose it's kind of like going to a Weight Watchers meeting, without the group support. Why don't I just go to a Weight Watchers meeting? I don't know, but this dietitian hates Weight Watchers...mua ha ha ha ha! I feel like I'm doing something naughty by doing WW too, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.



So my dietitian wants me to keep a food journal. I don't even keep up with blogging about my life. What makes him think I'm going to write down EVERYTHING I eat? And every time I go see him I have to lie about pretty much everything. Not that I'm NOT doing what he's asking, but I have no idea how much protein is in the casserole I made last night.



Here are the questions I get asked every 6 weeks:



D: What are you doing for exercise?

Me: Zumba, Walking, Other Workout DVDs.



D: Are you using resistance bands?

I always lie and say yes. He's very testy about this, so I just lie. I know, I'm bad.



D: How many calories do you take per day?

Me: About 1300-1400. I actually have no idea. When I use to write everything down, this was what it was. I just don't care to write anything down again...ever.



D: How much protein?

Me: 50-60 grams. He keeps ragging on me about my low protein intake...LOW? Seems like a lot to me!



D: Are you drinking enough water?

I'm so sick of these stupid questions. Do people actually tell the truth? Again, I lie so I don't get him on his soapbox.

Me: At least 60 ounces.



I've told him before about my water situation, but he doesn't care. As a teacher it's difficult (impossible) to give yourself bathroom breaks throughout the day. My only time off is first thing in the morning. After 9:15 if I need a restroom break, it's "so sorry, no time". Needless to say I don't drink ANYTHING during the school day. But it's ALL I drink on my way to work and after school. I pretty much gave up cokes.



So since my last appointment 6 weeks ago, I had only lost 2 pounds. I was pretty stinkin' proud of those 2 pounds. He just kept telling me how much more I could have lost had I drank more water, and upped my protein, and not had that one cookie I let myself have at that baby shower. I think he does it on purpose to piss me off at him enough to lose the weight to spite him. That's pretty much how I feel now. He is the devil.

Random post

Since I'm home sick today, I thought I'd take the time to actually post something!

The weight loss is coming smoothly, but VERY slowly. I think I've just got over my latest plateau thanks to Slim Fast and Fiber One...oh, and Zumba! I just bought the DVDs and LOVE them! I had tried it a few years ago with some friends, but I hadn't done the "Learn the steps" section, and had no idea how to do anything. Needless to say it was frustrating and I stopped. But I love it now. One more pound down. And many, many more to go!

I've been very restless lately in my job. I'm not sure if it's what I do, or just where I'm doing it. Some days I really do enjoy myself, but not most. I've been giving a lot of thought to getting out of teaching, but my college degree is crap to employers.

And in other unrelated news, I'm still not pregnant.

4 Months To Go

I know my days at my current job are numbered once the school year ends. And depending on this Saturday, maybe even before then. By my choice, of course.

There's a new school opening up next school year in the same district. It's considered a "Green School". There's a giant water run off container at the front of the school where the toilet water is recycled from rain water. Most classrooms have giant windows so they can use more natural lighting. The school is beautiful. The music room sucks, but the rest of the school is awesome. I plan on being the first music teacher in that building. I've already started bugging the new principal. I've found people who know her, and tell them to mention my name to her. She wants me to call her when the position is posted. I'm pretty stinkin' excited.

And then there's this Saturday...

Me and a friend from work (who hates her job even more than me) are going to a job fair Saturday morning. We have to take our passports. And if we're hired on the spot, we'll be going overseas by April. It pays REALLY well, so going overseas for a year is NO problem. I'm pretty stinkin' excited about that too! :o)

It's All Too Much

Okay, so I'm feeling a little bit better than yesterday...a little more focused. All holiday decorations are put away. That was step one. My mother in law is understanding about my anxiety with my clutter, so she sent me this audio book.

It's actually really good. It's good motivation when you just don't feel motivated. I'd take before and after pictures of my de-cluttering, but I must say I'm pretty embarrassed by the mess. We'll see.

Moody Judy

I've been avoiding the blog. Mainly because I've been a negative, moody mess. My house is a giant pig sty. I don't know how this happens with only 2 people living here.

I've had the hiccups for the last 30 minutes.

My Christmas decorations are still up.

I think I've got A.D.D.

Resolutions

I usually try not to make new years resolutions. The only reason being that I don't like breaking promises to myself. Silly, I know, but I've NEVER kept a new years resolution.

But this year I'm going to make one. And it's going to be a tough-y. I WILL get pregnant this year. And I'm going to do everything in my power to do it. Charting, temping, testing. I think I'm ready to do it all again.

There was a time a couple years ago I had done all this before. Months of taking my temperature EVERY morning, charting everything I could think of, trying to time everything just right. I got burned out.

But I'm ready to start it up again. And I think this is gonna be the year. :o)

Do I really sound like that?

I still get weirded out when I hear a recording of myself talking. I STILL think..."Do I really sound like that?"

I only thought of that because it seems to work the same with pictures of myself that other people take. When I take my own pictures, I use strategic methods to make sure certain parts don't get shown (pretty much anything from the chest down). But when other people take a picture, they don't think of these things unless I tell them. And if I KNOW they're taking the picture I do tell them. Then there's the ones that get you when you least expect it and post it online for all to see. I saw this certain picture of me and thought "Is that REALLY me???" It was not only a full body picture (which I would never okay), but a profile shot at that. So not flattering at my heaviest weight.

I'll be on the treadmill if anyone's looking for me...