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My Jeans are big!

My jeans are falling off me!!!

Indoor cyling, Zumba class then a good word at Oasis. Life is AWESOME today!


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She is wearing me out!

Doesn’t she know she’s messing with my head?

I look in the mirror and I’m getting leaner, but she refuses to let go of 130. Really? Come on cut me a pound! I only want to see 120 something. I NEED to be in the twenties.

Let me say I’m smart enough to know that getting leaner without the scale moving is a good thing. In fact it’s an awesome thing it means I’m gaining lean muscle while losing body fat. I should be jumping for joy but my brain needs to see 129 on that scale! I can’t remember the last time I was 129. Can a sister see a 129!

I don’t even know why I torture myself anymore. My pants are falling off of me…. I guess I figure if I still only weight myself once per week surly I’ll see 129. But no! At this rate I’m going to have to check myself into scale rehab. Not because I’m obsessed with weighing myself because I’m obsessed with that darn number 129.

Oh well maybe next week. Damn scale. I hate her!

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I’ve found my MoJo

Hello, Amy. I sure have missed you! Welcome back.

My 6 Week Journey is over and I’m rocking my skinny jeans again. I’ve lost 11 pounds and am back down around 18% body fat — from 23% body-fat. OMG… I can’t believe I just shared that!

You see in the past the only time I’ve ever been over 20% body-fat was right after having babies. In my “use to be” life I would NEVER get over 15% body-fat.  WHAM! Sitting on my ass and not eating properly I ended up 23% body-fat.

Not anymore baby! I’m 18% and still plan on losing more. The $%&@# is back! =)

Things I’ve learned or Rediscovered over the past 6 weeks.

  1. I don’t have to have chocolate or beer to deal
  2. I am stronger than the crazy shit that happens in my life.
  3. I love feeling sexy and confident again.
  4. My confidence is directly related to my body image.
  5. I will never let myself get lazy and gross EVER again!

I think a big part of continued success and improvement is found in always having something to strive for. If you dream of nothing and work toward nothing you surly have stopped living.

Enter: Goal # 2

I just signed up to compete at the Fitness America Pageant National Championships (bikini division). I haven’t been on stage in a bikini for competition since OMG… I think it was 2004.

I only have 8 weeks to drop another 8% body-fat. My goal is to be on stage around 9-10% body-fat. I can do it! I’m amped! I can do anything I set my little mind to doing! I’m excited to get back in the best shape of my life. I’m thrilled to be in front of the cameras again. Being on stage is such a high! I forgot how much I love it.

This journey isn’t going to be an easy one. Sure there might be days when I would rather sit on my ass and not exercise or eat a slice of pizza than have a nicely seasoned chicken breast. Even with that said, I think I’m going to savor every second of it because in the end the pay off is so huge.

I will be rocking a fully stoned bikini on stage in front of hundreds of people and TV cameras.

The competition is in Vegas and I’ll be there for four days. During that time I will be doing magazine photo shoots and on-camera interviews. I know this would scare the pants off of most people. But this is what jacks me up! This is what I live for!

I’ve found my MoJo!

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You read it right. I’m not going to sugar coat it.

The scale is like a hormonal &#$% who’s constantly ragging at you. Telling you, “you’ll never be good enough. You’ll never be skinny enough.”

Then there are times when the scale is like a conniving friend. You know the one… she will tell you how great you are and will make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside by giving you a complement (like a low weight). Then when you least expect it (like the very next day). WHAM!! The B stabs you in the back with a number that shows weight gain.

Look… The scale is a lier and like any lier she’s not your friend. You can’t trust her. She’s not on your side. She wants to mess with your head. She wants you to give up. She wants you to fail. You can’t let her sabotage you! You have to arm yourself against her!

How do you do that you ask?

Don’t give her the power.

How do you do that?

You stay away from her. Simple! She can’t get to you, if you don’t get on her. Period! I could end my post right here. 😉

So why does she mess with your mind?

Because she can!

Your weight will be more in the evening than in the morning because in the morning your tummy is empty of food. As the day goes on you will weigh more depending on how much food and liquids you have in your tummy. You will weigh more or less depending on how much rubbish you have in your intestines. And of course when the curse comes a calling… you’re gonna blow up like the Good Year blimp and.. yep, you guessed it. You’re gonna weigh more. See how she messes with your head?

FYI — the best time of day to weigh (if you must) is first thing in the morning, before eating and after using the rest room.  Don’t weigh more than once per week. Any more than that and she’ll suck your happy dry!

Look we are women our weight is going to fluctuate, it’s just a fact of life. I’ve gone up and down as much as five pounds in a single day. Weight is irrelevant! So don’t slave to the scale. It’s not how much you weigh that matters, it’s how well your clothes fit.

Just the other day I got on the scale 130 pounds. Yeah… Me!!!

The very next day and every day since I have weighed from 131 to 133 depending on when I got on. (I’m weighing myself continuously on purpose… it’s called content).  Here’s the kicker, I’m getting smaller! Yep, smaller!

How can I be getting smaller if my weight isn’t dropping? Glad you asked.

Because my body composition is changing. I’m losing body fat (which is fluffy) and I’m replacing it with muscle (which is dense). Muscle has weight, but it takes up less room, so you can be in a smaller size while weighing the same. I know I over simplified that… but it’s because I’m running out of time here.

Here is a simple example: I’ve weighed 128 pounds and have been in a size 3 and I’ve been 128 pounds and been in a size 5.

Right now as I type this. I’m 130 ish pounds. The scale refuses to show me a 120 something… But I don’t really care. Why? Because I just lost another 1/2 inch off my waist and 1/2 off my back side.. and the scale hasn’t moved.

See? I’m getting thiner which is my goal. I can see my ABs (amen), I don’t care what that scale says about me, cause she’s no friend of mine.

So… treat the scale like a conniving, back stabbing, hormonal *&@#$. Say hi when you have to and then steer clear. Trust me.. you’ll be much happier without her. Let your jeans be your guide.

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$500.00 Reward for lost Vanity.

Have you seen my lost vanity? She ran away from home about 5 years ago.This is what she looked like before she left home.

Vanity REALLY cares about her health and her body. She wouldn’t dare let herself go a day without working out. The thought of putting bad food into her body… No way!

Vanity really cares what her body looks like. Muffin top, road bump bootie? No way! Vanity will do anything to keep her body in top shape.

I really miss my old friend. Please, if you see her…. tell her I love and miss her. I am desperate, I would do anything if she would just come home.

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Have you ever had one of those days when you think to yourself, “I picked a really bad day to stop sniffing glue.” ? (nodding my head knowingly)

Yep, I’m having that day!

I won’t drink a beer… I won’t drink a beer… I won’t drink a beer…

I feel good, I feel great, I feel wonderful….  I feel good, I feel great, I feel wonderful… Baby step away from the refrigerator. (What About Bob)

You’re most likely thinking, “What in the hell is she talking about? She’s finally lost her nut.” Maybe I have. Maybe I’m just fed up.

Life is  ruthless, unrelenting. Yep, that’s right and she just kicked me in the teeth and in the butt all at the same time. Yes, this is my soap box deal with it. 🙂

Am I a cynic? Today… You’re darn right I am!

Am I ranting just because I’m on a diet? Nope, but it sure doesn’t make it any easier.

Maybe… just maybe if I could medicate myself with chocolate and a cold beer I might not be blogging a soapbox right now. But I’ve dedicated my life to changing my life and my body and chocolate and beer just isn’t part of the plan. Coating my raw nerves with these things won’t get me anywhere except back into my FAT jeans.

Could I ever go for a bag of Dove’s chocolates and a beer…!

I would love to be a cheater today… No one would ever know… with the exception of my horrific guilt and excessive need  to be “true” to this journey. How can I lead others down a path if I’m walking off the cliff myself? Darn it, why do I have to be so ethical?

Wonder how many Diet Dr. Peppers it takes to wipe away dreams of a beer? As of right now the count is three.

Since I can’t have a beer… I’m going to just come out and say it… Bank of America are crooks. Okay, now I feel better! 😉

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I popped out of bed today and for some reason decided to try on my skinny jeans. No not the skinny cut jeans; my Skinny Jeans. The jeans that I got too fat for.. The jeans I keep because they are my favorite. The jeans I swore I would wear again at the end of the six week journey.

Bam! The end of week two… I got those bitches on!

Before I started 6 Weeks To Skinny Jeans I was a good two inches from buttoning my pants. To say I was depressed at that time is an understatement.

Today, I got them buttoned. Not only buttoned, but zipped! Not only zipped, but I was able to walk around without them blowing out!

Don’t get me wrong, I can’t go out in public in them yet…. but I got those bitches on and I wasn’t dying to get them off. I could still breath and move.

I then walked down stairs and got on the scale guess what? I didn’t lose another single pound. THE SCALE LIES people! However, the jeans… they don’t lie.

It’s working…! It’s working….!

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