tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50611255534309111052024-03-14T00:08:27.492-04:00Getting Back to the Skinny Me InsideThe journey from pudgy mom to sexy momma.Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-56910567473306012842010-10-08T11:31:00.002-04:002010-10-08T11:36:27.855-04:0025No, silly, that's not my age. It's my weightloss. Yep, 25 pounds. I am now officially out of the fat jeans. Back to my regular size, but not down to my skinny jeans. I have so many kinds of clothing it's not even funny. I even got rid of all my fat clothes last time I lost weight (thanks for that tip, Dr. Phil, you bastard) and then I had to buy a whole bunch of clothes when my pants stopped Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-39892458479737220972010-09-16T10:34:00.003-04:002010-09-16T10:42:48.419-04:0020 lbs baby!O.k., a little crowing involved now. I am 20 pounds lighter. Yahooo!!!!! I have a whole new set of fat clothes I can wear since I'm less fat than I was. My closet is opening up for me. There is more to come, once I lose some more weight. And of course, since summer is winding down, I now have a whole set of shorts I can wear. Oh well. I'm looking at the obscene number of pants I have in my closetPudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-28442481971310624272010-09-14T14:57:00.002-04:002010-09-14T15:22:09.354-04:00I'm so full of crap - but not literallyPast posts just crack me up. "Back to the diet", "Back on track", "going nowhere." Phooey, all of it. Here's what it all comes down to....July 4th. It's hot. I'm cranky. I'm wearing my fat shorts and my fat top that make me look fat. We go to a party and I'm sitting there in all my fatness, when a squabble among the boys breaks out. One is crying, my son is saying "does she look fat to you?" as Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-45570523867037085702010-01-19T10:48:00.003-05:002010-01-19T11:01:22.665-05:00Starting Fresh - againWell, that whole diet went to hell. First my back injury. And then Christmas. Darn Christmas with its cookies, cakes, sweets, parties, long holiday breaks. Ruined me. I ruined myself. I just can't seem to get movitated. Even with all the weight loss ads. Weight Watchers. Jenny Craig. Alli. Slim Fast. They are all telling me I am fat and need to lose weight. I have to agree with them. My second Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-5450432679835395772009-10-26T12:45:00.002-04:002009-10-26T12:54:36.525-04:00the brakes are onI'm in for it now. I have hurt my back. Not at the gym, not while doing 100 sit ups, not while lifting progressively heavier weights for less reps (Body for Life people!). No, I threw out my back bending over to put snacks in the stupid snack bin.Just got back from the grocery and I was unloading the groceries. Stupid teenage baggers think, because I didn't use plastic bags but brought my own, Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-2084311179409893052009-10-18T13:27:00.003-04:002009-10-18T13:35:08.847-04:00ArgumentI yelled at my scale this week."I hate you!" I said to the white scale, just lying there with a smug look on it's face."_" it said back."What is wrong with you?" I yelled, "I am working my butt off here. Can't you give me a little slack?""_" it murmured."What do you want from me? I'm exercising, doing what I'm supposed to. Sure, I had some chocolate...had a lot of chocolate...more than I should. Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-2645463297038988432009-10-12T10:00:00.003-04:002009-10-12T10:12:56.054-04:00Progress - slow and steady wins the raceI am the tortoise. I want, so desperately, to be the hare. But I am the tortoise. Slow, lumbering, crawling to the finish line. A careful plodding forward, eye on the finish. That's what weightloss is.I was becoming frustrated by the ups and downs. I've been weighing myself almost every day. Oh, boo, you say, don't do that. Bad idea. Well, it works for me. It keeps me in check. It's too easy to Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-77481606097251724892009-10-06T13:00:00.002-04:002009-10-06T13:12:25.686-04:00AddictionI think I'm an addict. Not drugs or cigarettes or sex, although that would be pretty funny. My husband sure would appreciate that. No, I'm a food addict. I don't think I need pills for that. Do they make any? And I'm not morbidly obese, even though my BMI puts me right up there with the Pillsbury Doughboy. I just think about food all the time. How to make it, when to eat it, what to do with the Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-31135425632943046802009-10-01T10:22:00.002-04:002009-10-01T10:33:15.759-04:00Someone is lyingI'm having a good day. I got on the scale this morning and saw a good number. I'm down 14 1/2 pounds. That's not too shabby. I fit into my fat-fat jeans again. Things are looking up. So, forgive me for my cynicism, but someone is lying.My mom sent me a shipment of her People magazines. A guilty pleasure, but I do enjoy reading about celebs to a point - who got married to early (Kourtney Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-3737803351026997392009-09-29T15:55:00.003-04:002009-09-29T17:01:43.984-04:00My fat has a nameI've been watching the Dr. Oz show during my workouts at the gym. And some when I get home and do ab work. Although, I'm starting to think that's a bad idea. He has a segment where he shows what kinds of bacteria or diseases or bugs are on your everyday items - like the remote control (enterococcus - fecal matter), mattress (dust mites eating your dead skin), and the bottom of your purse (some Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-47932315249232018192009-09-23T08:36:00.002-04:002009-09-23T08:45:30.926-04:00*(*&#*&^(@*&^%@%@%*$&^)#(*^(*$&That's about how I feel. I am &%*&(($*%& MAD. Once again, it is the scale. I have been nothing but good for the last two days. Felt pretty good about myself yesterday, I was down 13 pounds. Felt like I was actually getting somewhere, finally! I've been bouncing around the same numbers for two weeks and WOW, here was a new one.Cut to this morning. Feeling all good. Know I've been good,Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-76689619425797306902009-09-20T22:12:00.002-04:002009-09-20T22:30:05.676-04:00SaboteurI'm writing this blog now so I can keep from running into the kitchen and eating anything not nailed down. I'm not hungry. I have no need for food. I just want it.Watching TV is some kind of food desire hypnosis. I don't even have to see an ad for Wendy's or Dove Chocolates or Applebee's latest food offereing. Just the act of watching TV makes me want to grab a bag of chips. Or sip a soda. Or Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-2912264851553326642009-09-16T08:30:00.002-04:002009-09-16T08:48:01.488-04:00No funCan't a girl have some fun? Really, just a little? A dinner out? Some hummus and whole grain pita chips? And, o.k., some really good chocolate cake with gooey, pecan encrusted frosting. But, that was an afterthought. A big afterthought. Twice.Fine, I cheated. I splurged. I went a little crazy last night. It started with a trip to Applebee's. The hubby is gone for a conference (coming back tonightPudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-65822603904817446422009-09-13T11:23:00.003-04:002009-09-13T11:44:26.886-04:00Oooey, Gooey, Sticky MessI am the creator of my own messes. I am a mastermind of self-destruction. I am...a baker.My son was crazy yesterday, wanting to do something. But everything he wanted to do involved something we didn't have or something we didn't have time for. So, I resorted to baking. He wanted to bake cupcakes with frosting. I talked him into Texas Sheet cake.Why would I think that was a better choice than Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-87717338244403310262009-09-11T13:05:00.001-04:002009-09-11T13:11:20.042-04:00Exercise bluesI'm doing it. Don't go there, filthy people.I'm exercising. Our gym finally opened and I'm back at it. Doin' the elliptical, the recumbent bike, the ski machine, lifting weights. I can barely type this, my arms are so sore. Don't even think about touching me. I hurt in places I didn't even know could hurt. At least sitting down doesn't hurt. That is the worst feeling. Can't even sit on the toiletPudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-72992532967722040352009-09-09T08:57:00.002-04:002009-09-09T09:11:07.742-04:00Weighing crapThis post is going to be gross. I'm just warning you. Just in case you are eating or thinking about eating or just finished eating. Which is where I am most of the day. You've been warned.It's day....what day is it? How long have I been doing this crap? This eating right and eating veggies first and being good? How long? Right, three weeks, I think. I have lost and gained the same pound over the Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-53027311793463682422009-09-06T18:51:00.002-04:002009-09-06T20:14:15.322-04:00Yo-Yo-Yo-YoTuesday: Lost ten pounds, yippee. Write blog. Feel great.Wednesday: Gained a half pound. WTF? How did that happen? Official lost 9 1/2 pounds. Feel deflated. Still eat well anyway.Thursday: Damn stupid half pound still there. Pissed. Angry. Not blogging.Friday: Half pound gone. Yippee. Ready to go, workout, do something. Nobody wants to workout with me. Instead I clean.Saturday: Didn't weigh Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-33090467471695700292009-09-01T14:16:00.002-04:002009-09-01T14:23:28.927-04:00WhooHOOWell, I've done it. The first milestone. Ten pounds lost. WhooHoo! Let's party.Or not.It's not making a huge difference, at least regarding my clothes selection, but I can tell that I feel better. And I'm definitely eating better. Funny thing about it is, it doesn't feel like a diet. I feel like I can eat things I want (not the poptarts, though, those are evil) and still do well. I'm eating a Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-79680511397520369682009-08-31T12:20:00.003-04:002009-08-31T13:06:14.141-04:00The face looks familiar, but I just can't place it...You said your name was weightloss? Wait a minute...yeah, I think I do remember you. Doing the skinny thing? Coming off pound by pound? Inch by inch? Yes, I know you. We met about three years ago? Or five? Or eight? Or ten? It's been a while. I remember that. Eating right, exercising, getting motivated. It's all coming back to me now.Oh, I loved that feeling, when clothes would fit and I didn't Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-77206982099462284172009-08-30T13:06:00.002-04:002009-08-30T13:20:26.316-04:00Something NewDriving back from the grocery store today, I could smell the chocolate donut my daughter had selected for her "treat" and the cinnamon roll my son chose. The smell permeated the car, even with the windows open. I could smell the rich chocolate icing, the chocolate crumb cake of the donut. It was pure evil. But I loved it. Better still, I didn't eat it. Just sniffed. I'm pretty sure there aren't Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-69178975656385541972009-08-28T12:49:00.002-04:002009-08-28T12:58:52.651-04:00SatisfactionNow that I have gotten rid of the Skinny Bitches book, I'm eating very well. There is no fear that I'm poisoning myself. I live in a world of denial. And it's a very tasty world. I've been eating well. Not a lot, but well. I have not found myself hungry very often, unless it is warranted. Like before dinner or lunch. I don't wake up with a sugar hangover. And I'm enjoying a wide range of fruits Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-15129634363524493862009-08-26T13:53:00.002-04:002009-08-26T14:09:51.310-04:00hiccupI'm flummoxed. Flabbergasted. Floundered. What the heck? Got on the scale this morning and I GAINED a pound. Yes, gained. That is not right. I know, I had some croissant yesterday. And a bite of a bear claw. But certainly not a pounds worth. Oh no. Now I'm pissed. What the hell is all this scrimping and saving of calories? The waiting to eat starch until after I've eaten all my veggies and Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-80373788948157512522009-08-25T12:20:00.002-04:002009-08-25T12:29:22.195-04:00Giddy with successAlready one week since I started this "lifestyle" change. Who are we kidding? Diet. Anyway, I've started eating differently. I've lost 6 1/2 pounds. Not too shabby for one week. But there is a lot more to lose. And that's mostly water. So, really I can talk myself out of any amount of congratulations.It's necessary. If I didn't, I would be drunk with success. I would think, well now, I can fudge Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-70889364395076951752009-08-23T14:15:00.002-04:002009-08-23T14:26:05.824-04:00Another hour, another minute, another mealThings are moving fast in the Pudgy Mom household.Not really, but it sounds good. I am, once again, waiting. Waiting for my family to return. Waiting for people to call. Waiting for meal inspiration. Waiting for the next time I can put something in my mouth. It's a good thing I'm not a smoker, because I'd probably smoke 10 packs a day. I'm bad at waiting.I'm trying to fill the time between meals Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061125553430911105.post-21451829450588663742009-08-22T15:29:00.006-04:002009-08-23T14:05:18.124-04:00They must be jokingThe Skinny Bitches are staring at me. So smug and confident. "Don't eat that you fat pig." "That is a chemical shit storm." "Toughen up." "Sober up." "Drama queen." Boy, are they mean.There' s a lot of turmoil going on here. I want to eat right. I want to reset my fullness meter. I want to make healthy choices. But then a whole 'nother contingent is yelling at me about the earth and the Pudgy Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180603126061383036noreply@blogger.com0