Wednesday, October 6, 2010


I have gained 19 pounds in roughly 6 months.

That’s my magic number.

Actually…it’s really more like 29 since I was 10 lbs (ish) away from where I wanted to be as a “goal” weight but 19 lbs ago I was pretty happy with myself.

I’m still happy.  19 pounds is not 90.  19 pounds doesn’t put me anywhere near that scary decade that I worked so hard to get away from.  

It’s just 19 pounds.  I took off 60.  19 pounds is cake.

Well.  Not cake – but you know.

I woke up this morning and had an English muffin with peanut butter.  I went to the gym and did week 1 day 3 of the C25K.   I met Dave for lunch and had a half a slice of vegetable quiche and a spinach salad.

We went to Lillie’s and it was delightful.  The quiche was jam packed with all kinds of vegetables.

I even ate mushrooms.

I’m not beating myself up at all over this.  If there was ever a time to wallow I could give myself this time.  Going through the things I’ve gone through this year have not been easy at all.  I’m actually glad it’s only 19 that I have to worry about.  Unfortunately – one thing I have learned is that things can always be worse.

One thing that is not worse – by a long shot – is that I’ve got someone who is always willing to split a burger with me. :)

Here are a few pictures to keep things interesting.

Dave’s lunch today, my lunch today, my dinner last night, and The 7 train, all decked out for the MLB Postseason.

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Go Yanks.


  1. Yay on having someone to eat half of your food!! :D

  2. This is true. We've yet to fully put this plan into action but we're going to soon!!