Fashion Week, part 1

Last week and weekend marked the spring/summer shows for Kansas City Fashion Week. I went to a few events, as I have the last few season, and there was some really great stuff offered this time around. The designers showed some great stuff, and it’ll be fun to see similar items in the stores come spring.

I was able to wear some new (and smaller) clothes to the KCFW events, and it felt really good! I continue to lose, slowly but surely, and keep the weight off, so I know these clothes will eventually be too big as well, and I CAN’T WAIT!
I went a little out of my comfort zone with a bodycon dress on Wednesday night, for the Runway on the Rooftop show, at the rooftop pool for Kansas City’s One Light Apartments.
It definitely wasn’t something I would’ve worn, or felt like I could’ve worn, even a year ago. And definitely not in 2013 when I started.

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The KCFW shows have changed quite a bit since I started attending, and definitely for the better. They’ve always been good, but they’re so much better now. And the new twist of the rooftop runway show, with the runway set up in the pool. It added a really fun ambiance that made the night really relaxed and exciting.

Zafar

A few of the looks from Zafar Boutique in Kansas City

 

Some of the runway showings from The Garment District Kansas City.

Some of the runway showings from The Garment District Kansas City.

 

Measurements (-16.5)

Have I told you guys how bad I am at this blogging on a consistent basis thing before? Right.
I need to stay healthy, and I’d probably be better at it.

During the past year, I’ve had some crazy health issues, some that are chronic and won’t be going anywhere — ever — but I’d sure love to have managed sometime before the apocalypse, and some that were stupid and only temporary.
I’ve known I had some sort of inflammatory arthritis for a while now, but it has started escalating recently. The treatment, which has previously worked to maintain a manageable level of pain, is no longer enough. My doctor retired and the new one not only wanted to switch the treatment plan, but also the diagnosis. I’ve sought a second (err, third?) opinion, and gotten a different diagnosis still. All of the doctors agree there is something wrong, but none of them agree what is wrong — rheumatoid arthritis, lupus, psoriatic arthritis, something else. Who knows. It is annoying, and frustrating, and exhausting. I try to stay positive, but it gets to me sometimes.

I exercise, partly to lose weight and partly because it is proven to help with the day-to-day pain of all of these conditions. I don’t know which one I have, but I’m trying to do my part to help myself feel better.

I had my gallbladder removed in February. I think I talked about it briefly in a previous post, but after months and months of eating nothing but carbs, it was hard to retrain myself to eat correctly. I’m still not all the way back, but I’m still losing weight (just a little slower than I probably could be). I pushed through the pain and weakness a lot with the gallbladder and kept going to the gym, and even though I was stuffing my face with tons of carbs, I lost quite a bit of weight during the time the doctors were trying to figure out what was wrong, because I didn’t want to eat much.

Hips: 45 inches
Natural waist: 35 inches
Belly: 39 inches
R. Thigh: 25.5 inches
L. Thigh: 25.5 inches
R. Arm: 14.5 inches
L. Arm: 15.5 inches
Bust: 47 inches
Chest: 37.5 inches
Weight: 209 pounds

I haven’t posted measurements since last September, and I have lost 16.5 inches since then! I was amazed when I took those measurements. I didn’t expect to have lost that much, and I love it.

I have a couple recipes in mind to share, so I need to start cooking again.
I moved in April, and I have been just as bad at cooking for myself as I have at posting here.

Have a great Monday!

I’m alive!

Oh, hi.

I saw this BuzzFeed article that really hit home, and sort of inspired me to post, and I’ve clearly sucked at it since before my gallbladder surgery (I had it out in February), so today is as good a day as any, yes?

I was reading through the list of tips those 12 people had, and I was like, YES! Such good advice! Some of the things I’ve learned while I’ve been losing as well, and it felt worthy of sharing. Especially the part about starting slow. I have tried so many times to jump head-first into weight loss programs, and failed every single time. I know it is because I never actually changed my lifestyle, just my plans temporarily.
When I started this time, I knew I needed to introduce one thing at a time. I started with exercise. I got into that routine, got comfortable going to the gym, comfortable with the moves and with moving — then I added changes to my diet. It was frustrating because I didn’t see much difference on the scale for a long time, because I hadn’t changed my eating habits. I saw my body changing from the workouts, but the scale stayed about the same. Once I changed my diet though, I saw the weight come off.

I’m obviously still working, and there are still more changes to my diet I need to make (particularly when it comes to carbs). When my gallbladder went bad in November, I had to completely change my diet, involuntarily. I couldn’t eat much of anything, and didn’t, but what I did eat was pretty much strictly carbs. Prior to that I had done a pretty good job of cutting my carbs down, so now I’m re-addicted and am trying to teach myself how to eat correctly again. Definitely a big setback, but manageable.

The good news is, I lost about 20 pounds while on the “my stomach hurts so bad I think I’m dying” diet, and it has stayed off, even now that I am able to eat again, so, silver linings and all that!

Now that I’m completely healed, I need to get back into the full swing of things. I’ve been back in the gym, but only off and on (between crazy work deadlines and recovery, I have been slacking), I’m okay with things moving slowly, because I know I’ll get there eventually, and when I do, I’ll stay there.

Side note: I bought a plus size 0 swim suit yesterday. That is usually about a size 12. A 12!!!! That’s madness.

Oh, hey.

I’m wearing pants today that I haven’t been able to wear in YEARS. Actual years.
Once upon a time they were my favorite work pants, but then I got too fat for them and I haven’t really had a favorite pair of work pants since. It’s a terribly sad story, isn’t it?

I read something a couple of months ago that said your brain has as hard of a time losing weight as your body does and I thought that was silly because, hello, I’ve wanted to be skinnier than I was at any given time for as long as I can remember. But now I’m beginning to think the person who wrote that article might be onto something (and, you know, probably knew what they were talking about). The article talked about brain chemicals and how when your body is used to being a certain size it sort of goes into shock and digs its heels in when you try to change things. So, even though everything about me is healthier than I ever have been, my brain says, “noooooooo! I like being chubby!” That’s rude.

I seem to have hit some weird block, and it isn’t because I can’t do it physically. I think the ol’ brain and I are sabotaging my weight loss. It’s SO DUMB.
I did so well for so long, keeping the “bad” foods out of my house, or keeping things I knew I would only eat in small portions (like dark chocolate — I love it, but can’t do more than two pieces, it’s so rich). Lately though, I’ve been back to buying things I know are bad for me (hello Halloween candy, I love you miniature KitKat bars) and keeping them in my house like a dummy.

It starts a vicious cycle because I get really mad at myself when I do it, but then continue to do it anyway, then feel guilty and want to eat more to make myself feel better. Such a bad plan, and it is getting to that season where there will be so much of it just looking me in the face.

Has anyone else run into this or am I crazy? I know I can get myself back to a goal-oriented mindset and I can overcome this little setback, but it’s frustrating when I know I’m doing it to myself.

But, let’s not forget about the pants! Small victories!
I’m still in the gym on a regular basis, so even though I’ve been eating badly, I’m still working SOME of those calories off. Thank goodness!

Totally Tank Top Sabrina

Hey, hey, hey!

Last Friday I went to see The 1975 as part of Buzz Beach Ball 2014. Before the concert, my concert buddy Ashley, snapped this pic of me. It’s not my favorite picture that’s ever been taken, but I think it shows some of my progress. I have spent most of the last 18 years avoiding tank tops — or if I chose to wear one, finding something with sleeves I could layer over it. No sleeves? No thanks.

But lately, I’ve been changing my opinion about tanks. I’ve put in a lot of hard work to change my body, and I’ve still got a lot of work to do, but I definitely feel like I can wear a tank top out in public now.

Got on the scale this morning, and I was down another pound! Hooray!
I’ve not been following my calorie counting very closely since I got home from vacation (not going crazy, but not being exceptionally good either), so it’s time to get back to that!

Suppose it is about time I posted an updated measurements post too. Should get to that this weekend.

9/5/2014

9/5/2014

Losing on vacation? Unheard of!

I’ve been in and out of town for the last week and a half. Three quick trips: Houston, St. Louis, and Chicago. This also means I’ve been out of the gym, and eating on the road, which can get dicey FAST. Luckily, I packed lots of protein bars and shakes and tried to make good food decisions.

Girls trips usually include a lot of alcohol, rich foods and lounging around — but these were a little different than normal.
The Chicago trip included a lot of walking (also a lot of alcohol, and rich foods only in moderation).
Houston didn’t involve a lot of eating at all — just a lot of protein bars and a couple of small meals, but did include some drinks (though, the margaritas were more giant cups of tequila than true margaritas).
St. Louis included good food and drinks, because I stayed with my aunt, and her favorite thing to do is feed people! Luckily, it was the quickest of the trips, so there wasn’t a lot of time for eating, and it was followed by the lots-of-walking Chicago trip!

I lost 4 pounds while out of town! I’m definitely no expert, but I’m learning as I go.

Here are some tips for making smart choices on vacation:

  • Bring some of your normal foods with you.
    I brought protein bars and shakes with me — this was a life saver! I brought my shaker bottle with a ziplock bag full of protein powder so I could still get a dose of protein in the morning, without having to eat a greasy, restaurant breakfast (this also saved me some money!). I also brought some protein bars that I eat on a regular basis when at home — these make for great between-meal snacks, or meal replacements in some cases. Also a great way to avoid fattening (but oh-so-delicious) airport food.
  • Choose wisely when at restaurants.
    There were many times while I was out that I could have splurged and had some food that was NOT good for me, but I tried to make good choices. By choosing smaller portions and paying attention to nutritional content I was able to keep myself from overindulging.
  • Stay active.
    I tried to be as active as possible while gone. There was a lot of time spent by the pool, but when I was in the pool, I tried to tread water as to burn a few calories. There was also a lot of walking, even when my feet were hurting SO BAD (this idiot forgot to bring good walking shoes to Chicago), I tried to push myself a little bit and get the extra walking in.

Down, down, down.

I’ve been stuck at 230 pounds for what feels like forever. I’ve been fluctuating between 230-234 for months, but couldn’t get below 230 pounds, for whatever reason.

Until this morning! This morning I was at 228.8! YEAH!

I finally broke that plane and I’m so excited I could scream. I did a little happy dance in my kitchen this morning (my scale is in my kitchen because that’s the only place with extra room and a flat surface).

I was getting really frustrated and discouraged about whether or not I was never going to break 230, but I knew I needed to just keep up what I was doing, and it would happen eventually. Slow and steady wins the race (or at least remains IN the race). I knew this wasn’t going to be something that happened over night, but it made it awfully hard to stay motivated when I didn’t see the numbers changing.

So today I’m wearing jeans I haven’t worn in quite some time, weighing less than I have in quite some time, and feeling happier than I have in at least a month!

This has provided an excellent (and needed) push to stay motivated while on vacation!