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Back to reality

Long time no blog.

That’s what happens when you A) go on a novel-writing binge and B) eat all the things.

I was free from the day job for a glorious week and a half. I wrote about a third of a 50,000 word novel (18K, bringing the total word count so far to 21K), started planning some publicity for my debut novel (which comes out the week of Oct. 15), drank many and varied Starbucks concoctions and road-tripped to Tucson with the Boyfriend (where many evils were consumed).

I got hooked Blend Retreat
I got hooked on Keurig at Blend Retreat
Bigger than some hotel rooms
Bigger than some hotel rooms
Tucson from the hotel room window
Tucson from the hotel room window

I also spent a short time hanging out at Starbucks near his apartment in Mesa and his work in Chandler.

Vacation is over now, and I plan to get back to normal.

Problem is, my normal diet/exercise schedule hasn’t been all that great lately.

I totally fell off the GoFitGals bootcamp wagon last week. Not only did I eschew the GFG-approved items I took with me to the Boyfriend’s for his delicious-but-terrible-for-me junk food, but I didn’t work out once. I wrenched my back Monday and spent the rest of the week hobbling around. I was barely able to move most of the time. Exercise was out of the question.

Now it’ll be Friday before I  have the money to go grocery shopping so I can fully climb back on the wagon. I have some meals from the first two weeks in the freezer, and that should be enough to get me through. Fresh veggies will be hit and miss, though. I think I can salvage most of the bag of spinach, and maybe some bell peppers and asparagus.

However, I shouldn’t let that stop me.

I spent some time today trying to catch up on reading a backlog of blog posts, and stumbled on this gem from Roni. She included it in a post on 10 dining-out strategies from a weight-loss maintainer, apparently written in 2010. Don’t know how I missed it the first time …

You are not in an all-or-nothing situation (it took me 15 years to figure that out). Just because you are going to eat out doesn’t mean all bets are off. Simply order smart, enjoy your meal and have NO REGRETS.

Read more at http://ronisweigh.com/2013/08/10-eating-out-strategies-from-this-weight-loss-maintainer.html#Gdy45qTojTTMdJMt.99

In other words, Just because I can’t do something perfectly doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try at all.

For far too long this summer/fall, I’ve been ordering/eating whatever. Saying “all bets are off” because I don’t want to/have the time to cook. Going for the “fun” food instead of the healthier one.

And the scale shows it. I’m pretty much back to the weight I was when I re-joined Weight Watchers at the start of the year.

Up, down. Up, down. Yo-yo again.

There’s no way I’ll be at my goal weight for my 42nd birthday in a couple of weeks. Maybe I knew that months ago and started sabotaging my progress. Maybe I’ll never find the perfect balance between writing and weight loss. It seems that when I’m focusing on writing, I forget about weight loss and vice versa.

I need to be able to do both.

Another Week One in the books

Well, I’ve semi-successfully completed Week One of the GoFitGals’ Six-Week Shapeup Beginner plan.

I say semi-successfully because I didn’t get in quite all the workouts, and the weekend’s eats weren’t all that stellar.

That said, I had a much better weekend than I’ve had all summer. While not every bite that crossed my lips was GFG-approved, I didn’t use that as an excuse to say “screw it” and start eating everything in sight.

Some successes:

GFG Mocha Protein ShakeOn Thursday, I didn’t get a Pumpkin Spice Latte at Starbucks even though I wanted one. Instead, I got unsweetened iced tea, waited until I left the Bux and made myself a GFG mocha protein shake. (I put it in my Starbucks cup … but it didn’t fool me. Tasty, yes. But definitely not a Frappuccino.)

I tried — and liked — kale chips.

I didn’t cave and eat any of The Boyfriend’s burger and fries when he stopped at McDonald’s for lunch. Instead, I waited until we got to our destination and ate my salad and tuna balls.

I ate a crap-ton of salad … and am alive to tell the tale.

Iced TeaOn Monday, when I stopped for gas on the way back to my place from the Boyfriend’s, I wanted a Diet Dr Pepper. I got unsweetened iced tea instead. I’m going to have to start carrying some Stevia packets in my purse.

Less successful moments:

I spent the weekend at the Boyfriend’s, and only loosely planned my meals. Breakfast and lunch Saturday were set, but I only had half a Sunday breakfast. That meant I ended up eating a chopped chicken salad from Subway Saturday night. And on Sunday, his mom made turkey burgers for dinner. I ate mine sans bun, but I did have cheese, ketchup and mustard.

I waited too long for dinner. When we stopped for Subway, I was too hungry to wait ’til we got the food back to his place, so I got a single-serve bag of Baked Ruffles. I shared a few with him, but devoured most of the bag myself.

I DID NOT avoid the #PSL at Starbucks Sunday. I camped out there for hours, working, and since I’d only had half a breakfast (frittata but no berry bowl), I rationalized that I deserved one because I was hungry.

While The Boyfriend and I were out Sunday night, I ate a Butterfinger bar just because it was offered to me. Bad choice, I know.

Despite the missteps, I’m down 4.6 pounds and 9 inches for the week.

And I sold another two books to Turquoise Morning Press. (That was why I wanted to get a Frappuccino on Thursday — to celebrate the sale.) That’s good news for sure. They bought my 2011 Golden Heart finalist, “Beauty and the Ballplayer,” as well as a still-untitled third book that I’ve only started writing.

I was camped out at Starbucks Sunday to try to get some serious word count in … but I ended up only writing about 400 new words.

Busy weekend

Kale Chips Food prepI’ve been busy preparing for the start of GoFitGals bootcamp. Friday night after work, I planned a menu.

Saturday, I spent an almost obscene amount at Sprouts, thanks to the two jars of PlantFusion I had to buy. Sunday night, I spent time chopping veggies, hard boiling eggs, making frittata muffins and putting together a big bowl of salad. On Monday, I made a pot of beef stew and and some kale chips.

I was skeptical of the kale chips at first, but they turned out pretty tasty. (I snagged one while I was putting them away.)

I also had my roommate take some rather depressing “before” photos and recorded some “before” measurements. My summer of eating with abandon is definitely showing.

Before I go to sleep, I’ll check out the instructions for tomorrow’s workout.

Other long weekend happenings: I cleaned. My spare bedroom went from this …

Room before

… to this.

Room after

It involved a lot of sorting, tossing stuff out and shoving things in the closet. A lot. Yes, that top photo contains a box of Atkins shakes in cans, circa 2005. The spare room had been collecting all the junk I had nowhere else to keep for years now. (No, I have no idea why I felt the need to keep expired cans of Atkins chocolate shakes. It’s not like they were drinkable anymore.)

The kitchen prep and cleaning kept me from doing any writing on Saturday and Sunday. I also didn’t spend much time on the computer, so the tweets in my Buffer queue are in woefully short supply. And my Feedly is back over 100 unread posts.

But I did find the time to read a real book. Devoured it, more like … the way I used to, when I still had unlimited amounts of time for reading. Going through about a thousand books made me realize I need to make a serious dent in my to-be-read stacks. So what did I do? Read an e-book … but that’s another story.

I’d heard that Susan Elizabeth Phillips’ “Ain’t She Sweet” is a great example of how to get away with having an unlikeable heroine. Since I’ve been wrestling with one of those, I wanted to give it a read. Sure enough, Sugar Beth was a horrid girl — the cruel queen bee of her high school, lording her family’s wealth over everyone and making enemies everywhere. But when she returns to her hometown many years later, she’s older, wiser and down on her luck … and no matter what she’d done in high school, I found myself cheering for her. I wanted her to succeed … and to fall in love.

Magic, I tell you. Now, I just need to figure out how she did it.

The how may still be a mystery, but reading it helped me break through the block I’ve had on Beth and Cody’s story. I need about 20,000 more words to finish the draft (the one I’d wanted to finish while I was on vacation in July).

I ended up getting to Starbucks Monday. Enjoyed my last Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino (sniffle) for six weeks — or longer — and managed to write nearly 1,000 new words.

Only 19K to go …