I really never have much to say here (always too lazy to type anything up) but I thought I'd share something I've been thinking a lot about lately.
I've been doing surprisingly well with Weight Watchers since Mom got me started on it at the end of August. This has been the first time I've made an active effort at losing weight and I guess I never expected it to go this well. Then again, I don't think I ever expected myself to have this kind of commitment and self-control (though homemade sugar cookies and frosting sitting out on the counter REALLY like to test that last bit) to make it all work, but it has!
This last Tuesday, when I weighed in, I finally made my 10% goal with the group here in Rexburg. I've actually been hovering around that thing for a while (Christmas threw it off for me. Mmmm, monkey bread! Among other things) but now that I'm back at school, I made the goal and it's gonna stay gone. Got a nice, shiny keychain too. Then, I realized that if I were to lose another five pounds in just this week (the most I've lost in a week has been 4 lbs, so I really think I can do it. I'm focusing a lot more on the health guidelines, making sure I'm getting more veggies, and I've been out to play ultimate Frisbee and go ice skating, as well as my normal walking to class routine. With the added veggies and exercise, I'm really looking forward to Tuesday when I weigh in again) then I'll have made the 25 lbs mark, in which I get a little charm for my brand-new 10% keychain!
Then it occurred to me; right now, (not even counting the 5 I'm working for this week) I'm only 20 lbs away from the weight goal that I set for myself with the WW leaders here. I'll probably want to push past that once I get to it, but the point is to have a goal that you can shoot for. As it is, I lost 15 lbs last semester (with Thanksgiving even thrown in there!) so I really think I can do this, with the right determination. See, the thing is, the leaders and the WW members here in Rexburg have really been a great support. We're getting to know one another, we're helping out, and I've been glad to be meeting goals there. This past week, one of the leaders sent me a congratulations postcard. Made me feel special. ^_^ So another big reason for this 20 lbs thing is that I would love to hit that big mark while I'm here with the people that have been helping me all along. I actually think I would feel guilty if I hit it right after leaving Rexburg for the summer, or something.
So yeah, that's my vain rambling. Maybe now that I've got it out of my system, I'll stop telling other, poor unsuspecting souls. Like I said before, losing weight is kind of a novelty for me, so I'm constantly surprised that it's actually working, that my pants and blouses aren't fitting like they used to, yadda yadda. So I guess we'll see how Tuesday goes with this week's goal, and then, on to TAKE OVER THE WORLD!
...um, I mean, lose 20 pounds. I don't know where that came from, it just popped into my head. XD
Friday, January 14, 2011
Monday, November 29, 2010
Watchin' Weight
I'll try to catch up on those spiritual blogs soon, but I have something I've been dying to say.
I have been on a diet. I didn't wanna announce it here because my mom hadn't told my family and Thanksgiving was kinda my big reveal, you know? But now that's over, I kinda wanna gush. See...background:
The night before I flew home at the end of my mission, I had to weigh my luggage to make sure it wasn't over 50 lbs, right? Well, to do that, I had to weigh myself, and then pick up my luggage and then subtract the two numbers. Needless to say, I had to do that a LOT and consequently, how much I weighed that night has been burned into my BRAIN. Upon coming home, I overheard my dad at one point talking about how much he weighed and much to my horror, I was really close to the same, and my dad is not a small man. I was fairly disgusted with myself and begged my mom to get me started on Weight Watchers, which worked extremely well for her.
Long story slightly shorter, this past Tuesday (BEFORE Thanksgiving, mind you. Haven't weighed myself since then. We'll see how things turn out tomorrow at my meeting. I kinda expect it to be ugly) I weighed in at a Watcher's meeting near my grandma's house and I have lost a total of THIRTY POUNDS since my mission! I've actually been surprised as I've been going to the meetings and I've been successfully losing weight. I guess I'd just never really tried before, but I've really been surprising myself by this.
Is it vain that I'm posting an entire blog about how much I DON'T weigh anymore? I'm by no means skinny but I've just been feeling really good about myself because I've lost a pants size (granted, that was before Thursday. I haven't tried those jeans on since. XD Hopefully, I'll be able to get back into my new jeans in a week or so. Yeah...that's embarrassing...) and the fact that I've been actively trying to make myself better and it's actually working. Hasn't really happened before, so I'm kinda happy. Just thought I'd say that.
Oh, but here's the clincher. I'm finally getting to the point where I can look at foods and estimate fairly accurately how much I should eat and how many points they are (Weight Watchers works on a points system. All foods, depending on their calories, fiber and fat content are given a certain point value. I am given a number of points a day to spend on whatever I want, so long as I don't go over) and then I get an e-mail today that they're CHANGING THE WHOLE SYSTEM. So now, I've gotta start all over. *sigh* I guess it's to keep me on my toes. Best not to get too complacent, right? I think it's funny that they didn't introduce this change until after Thanksgiving. Coincidence? I think not.
Yeah, I'm sorry for being so vain. I'll move along now...
I have been on a diet. I didn't wanna announce it here because my mom hadn't told my family and Thanksgiving was kinda my big reveal, you know? But now that's over, I kinda wanna gush. See...background:
The night before I flew home at the end of my mission, I had to weigh my luggage to make sure it wasn't over 50 lbs, right? Well, to do that, I had to weigh myself, and then pick up my luggage and then subtract the two numbers. Needless to say, I had to do that a LOT and consequently, how much I weighed that night has been burned into my BRAIN. Upon coming home, I overheard my dad at one point talking about how much he weighed and much to my horror, I was really close to the same, and my dad is not a small man. I was fairly disgusted with myself and begged my mom to get me started on Weight Watchers, which worked extremely well for her.
Long story slightly shorter, this past Tuesday (BEFORE Thanksgiving, mind you. Haven't weighed myself since then. We'll see how things turn out tomorrow at my meeting. I kinda expect it to be ugly) I weighed in at a Watcher's meeting near my grandma's house and I have lost a total of THIRTY POUNDS since my mission! I've actually been surprised as I've been going to the meetings and I've been successfully losing weight. I guess I'd just never really tried before, but I've really been surprising myself by this.
Is it vain that I'm posting an entire blog about how much I DON'T weigh anymore? I'm by no means skinny but I've just been feeling really good about myself because I've lost a pants size (granted, that was before Thursday. I haven't tried those jeans on since. XD Hopefully, I'll be able to get back into my new jeans in a week or so. Yeah...that's embarrassing...) and the fact that I've been actively trying to make myself better and it's actually working. Hasn't really happened before, so I'm kinda happy. Just thought I'd say that.
Oh, but here's the clincher. I'm finally getting to the point where I can look at foods and estimate fairly accurately how much I should eat and how many points they are (Weight Watchers works on a points system. All foods, depending on their calories, fiber and fat content are given a certain point value. I am given a number of points a day to spend on whatever I want, so long as I don't go over) and then I get an e-mail today that they're CHANGING THE WHOLE SYSTEM. So now, I've gotta start all over. *sigh* I guess it's to keep me on my toes. Best not to get too complacent, right? I think it's funny that they didn't introduce this change until after Thanksgiving. Coincidence? I think not.
Yeah, I'm sorry for being so vain. I'll move along now...
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
I've been thinking lately that I haven't told you guys anything about my mission, and that makes me sad. I got an idea the other day, inspired by my friend Heather ho posts an inspirational journal every Sunday. I decided to do something like that; to share a little tidbit of my mission experience once a week. Hopefully that'll keep my blog from rotting anyway.
The first thing I thought I would say was a question I was frequently asked (besides where I'm from.) There were a lot of people that would ask me why I wanted to go on a mission.
A little background, here. For missionaries, it's common for the local congregation to volunteer to feed them dinner (even lunch sometimes) to help ease the financial burden of feeding themselves (stateside missionaries get $150, or less, a month for the essentials like food, laundry, postage, etc. Sometimes, it just doesn't go very far) and it also helps the missionaries get to know the people. Well, when I was little, I remember my mom having the missionaries over on a fairly regular basis. And whenever they would come by and we were sitting around the table, I always remember asking them to "Tell a missionary story!" That also applied to my dad and no matter how many times I heard the same stories, I thrived on them.
So of course, I grew up always thinking that I was going to go on a mission. In church our teachers would talk about going out and telling people about Jesus, we'd sing little kids' songs, and I would collect pictures of Sister missionaries. In college, when I was nearing 21 and could finally submit my papers to sign up for a mission, I practically avoided guys, not wanting to be distracted. Heh.
Well, that's basically why I wanted to serve a mission. I grew up on "missionary stories," especially loving anything my dad could tell me about his mission in Norway and the things he learned about there. I'd always wanted to, and so I did.
^_^
The first thing I thought I would say was a question I was frequently asked (besides where I'm from.) There were a lot of people that would ask me why I wanted to go on a mission.
A little background, here. For missionaries, it's common for the local congregation to volunteer to feed them dinner (even lunch sometimes) to help ease the financial burden of feeding themselves (stateside missionaries get $150, or less, a month for the essentials like food, laundry, postage, etc. Sometimes, it just doesn't go very far) and it also helps the missionaries get to know the people. Well, when I was little, I remember my mom having the missionaries over on a fairly regular basis. And whenever they would come by and we were sitting around the table, I always remember asking them to "Tell a missionary story!" That also applied to my dad and no matter how many times I heard the same stories, I thrived on them.
So of course, I grew up always thinking that I was going to go on a mission. In church our teachers would talk about going out and telling people about Jesus, we'd sing little kids' songs, and I would collect pictures of Sister missionaries. In college, when I was nearing 21 and could finally submit my papers to sign up for a mission, I practically avoided guys, not wanting to be distracted. Heh.
Well, that's basically why I wanted to serve a mission. I grew up on "missionary stories," especially loving anything my dad could tell me about his mission in Norway and the things he learned about there. I'd always wanted to, and so I did.
^_^
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Raise the Curtain
I suppose it's about time to start using this thing, huh? Guess I can just give ya a run-down of what's goin' on now.
Here I am, FINALLY back at BYU-Idaho and I'm loving it! I forgot how much I missed the LDS atmosphere, but now I'm back and I can't get enough of it. ^_^ My roomies are wonderful and we all get along great. They've all been in this appartment complex before and kinda knew each other, so I'm the only real stranger. But that's okay!
Classes are great. I'm not so thrilled about Macro Economics, but with Mission Prep, Archery, Intro to Theatre and Color and Design to keep my spirits afloat, I should survive. Wow, are those really 12 credits...?
I'm loving Mission Prep (the spirit is SO STRONG) and despite my teacher having us read the Book of Mormon in TWO WEEKS (not even kidding. I read all of First Nephi the first day, and most of Second Nephi the second day, but I've been slacking off. I plan on getting caught up today) I'm actually learning a lot. I didn't think I would, going that fast, but a prayer beforehand invites the spirit nicely so I do actually get a lot out of it.
Archery is pure awesomeness. ^_^ I got extra arrows on Thursday, which is good, 'cause that same day I killed one of my old ones. That's the bad thing about being good; you shoot arrows so close to each other that one is BOUND to get broken! I've broken a lot of nocks that way. My art class looks like it'll be a lot of fun and a lot of projects, but it won't be so much pictures as layouts, I think. There's a number of Photography majors in the class, so the teacher is aware that their drawing skills may not be the best and drawing may actually be their "arch-nemises" as he put it. But still, I'll draw as often as I can! ^_^ Lastly, Theatre is lookin' good too! I'm gonna audtion for the musical they'll be performing in December, so hopefully I'll get in because I've been DYING to be involved in theater again! I've been going through some serious withdrawals since I graduated from high school and couldn't be in Drama Club anymore. I'll settle for tech if I have to.
Here I am, FINALLY back at BYU-Idaho and I'm loving it! I forgot how much I missed the LDS atmosphere, but now I'm back and I can't get enough of it. ^_^ My roomies are wonderful and we all get along great. They've all been in this appartment complex before and kinda knew each other, so I'm the only real stranger. But that's okay!
Classes are great. I'm not so thrilled about Macro Economics, but with Mission Prep, Archery, Intro to Theatre and Color and Design to keep my spirits afloat, I should survive. Wow, are those really 12 credits...?
I'm loving Mission Prep (the spirit is SO STRONG) and despite my teacher having us read the Book of Mormon in TWO WEEKS (not even kidding. I read all of First Nephi the first day, and most of Second Nephi the second day, but I've been slacking off. I plan on getting caught up today) I'm actually learning a lot. I didn't think I would, going that fast, but a prayer beforehand invites the spirit nicely so I do actually get a lot out of it.
Archery is pure awesomeness. ^_^ I got extra arrows on Thursday, which is good, 'cause that same day I killed one of my old ones. That's the bad thing about being good; you shoot arrows so close to each other that one is BOUND to get broken! I've broken a lot of nocks that way. My art class looks like it'll be a lot of fun and a lot of projects, but it won't be so much pictures as layouts, I think. There's a number of Photography majors in the class, so the teacher is aware that their drawing skills may not be the best and drawing may actually be their "arch-nemises" as he put it. But still, I'll draw as often as I can! ^_^ Lastly, Theatre is lookin' good too! I'm gonna audtion for the musical they'll be performing in December, so hopefully I'll get in because I've been DYING to be involved in theater again! I've been going through some serious withdrawals since I graduated from high school and couldn't be in Drama Club anymore. I'll settle for tech if I have to.
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