Walk. Eat. Sleep.

My fur nephew and I happen to have the same favorite activities: eating, walking and sleeping!

I’m watching Tyler – the part-terrier, part-chihuahua bolt of energy – for the next week while my sister and her family are at the beach.

So far we’ve had a pretty good time.

On Sunday we woke up early and walked a mile before breakfast.

Oatmeal for me…

Oatmeal with pumpkin, chia seeds, egg whites and honey

Puppy chow for him.

Then it was back to sleep for both of us! I’m usually a great sleeper, but the past few nights I’ve been tossing and turning so I definitely needed the extra time to snooze.

We stayed snuggled until my stomach started growling for lunch. I made baked eggs for the first time which involved microwaving some chopped veggies for 2 minutes before cracking two eggs into a baking dish. The whole thing went into a preheated 400 degree oven for about 15 minutes and then was topped with shredded cheddar cheese. It was a great one-dish meal for a quick lunch.

Zucchini, asparagus, tomato and two eggs

The rest of the day was spent shopping with my friend Tracey who is only home for three weeks before heading back to New Orleans for grad school. We went up to the outlets at Woodbury Commons in New York and spent about four hours in retail heaven.

After dropping her back off at home I went to Whole Foods. I was starving and there was an empty fridge at home so I filled a bowl – and my stomach – with my favorite salad bar items before filling up my cart with groceries.

Kale & avocado salad, sesame tofu, carrot salad, fake “beef” and beet salad

Tyler and I went on a two-mile walk as the sun set and now he’s curled up at my feet while I blog. It was a great weekend full of long walks, good friends and delicious food.

Happy Monday everyone and be sure to stop by the blog tomorrow for the reveal of Foodie Penpals!!



I’m going to be naked soon

All my life I’ve been told that one of the best things about losing weight is going clothes shopping.

“You can shop at every store!”

“So many options!”

“All the clothes will fit and look better!”

This. Shopping. Was supposed to be the reward part of weight loss.

Well, I’m not having any fun.

I was incredibly lucky that one of my best friends had also recently lost weight as I was losing and was basically able to supply me with a new wardrobe as I worked my way down from a size 20 to now, where I am between a 12/14.

I think I literally only had to buy a pair of shorts last summer and a few t-shirts, but besides that, I haven’t needed any clothes.

But things are starting to get loose again. I’m even still wearing some clothes from my highest weight, 243, and believe me, it’s not doing my self esteem any favors.

I know I need new clothes.

I think this is the part where I’m supposed to get excited.

But I’m having the most horrendous case of shopping anxiety. I will set out to buy clothes, try on different things at every store, even like some items, only to put them back moments before stepping into the cashier’s line.

And..I have no idea why.

This hasn’t been a huge problem until recently. I have a wedding on May 26 and have tried on maybe 50 dresses only to dismiss absolutely every one.

Yes, some of them truly were terrible, but there were a few that I probably was too fickle with.

And it’s been like this with all clothes – jeans, shirts, shoes. I desperately need a new work wardrobe.

This is supposed to be a good problem, apparently, but I am filled with dread every time I think about going to the mall.

I hesitate saying this, but I miss the days when my options were limited. When Torrid or Old Navy or Lane Bryant were my only options.

Fashion doesn’t come naturally to me, and having limited options where “it fits” was a good enough reason to buy was definitely easier for me to handle.

I continue throwing out clothes, and I know my days are numbered with my current stash of jeans and tops.

I’m not exactly sure where the issue lies. I know I’m a lot more critical of my body now than I used to be. Before, there wasn’t really any on specific part of my body that I could point to and say…well I wish this  was smaller/bigger/different. My whole body was just one big (pun intended) problem for fashion.

But as I get smaller, and my body begins to take some kind of shape, I’m beginning to be able to point to specific things I would like to change. I zero in on areas like my stomach, or thighs, and then that’s all I see in the clothes.

Despite my best efforts to remain body positive, the inevitable picking apart of one’s appearance in the mirror definitely happens.

I’ve written about it before, and it’s been a recent theme in my life that I’m too hard on myself. And I know that buying clothes that fit and that I like is a big step in appreciating my body and my progress, but I can’t bring myself to do it.

I wish I had a better ending for this problem. I would love to hear any similar reactions to clothes shopping and any advice in the comments or in an email, fatornotblog@gmail.com.

Anyway…The numbers.

Starting weight: 243

Last week: 170

This week: 169

Change: -1

Total loss: 74