What on earth is Operation Skinny Cow?

Operation Skinny Cow was born after a few of us in Blogland decided it might be nice to lose some weight and/or get a bit fitter. We decided it would be even nicer if we encouraged each other along the way.

You can read about how it started in this post.

If you want to be part of the fun and add your own posts to this blog then send an e-mail to Emily Sue at reachingforgreen@gmail.com and she'll set you up as an author.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

The hip-hop look (Emily Sue)

It was quite chilly here in Melbourne today, so I wore a long sleeved thermal top under my clothes. All day it's been bugging me - I feel like I've had to tuck in back in about 50 times. I've been cursing the cheap make and the fact that it's shrunk in the wash and become shorter and less elasticised than it was when new.

Then it occurred to me that I've also been hitching my jeans up all day, because they keep creeping down and giving me the teenage boy hip-hop look.

Could it be...? Could it be that I have actually (*gasp*) lost some millimeters? I don't know for sure because I didn't measure myself before starting Weight Watchers but the evidence is starting to point that way. And the most exciting thing about it is that these jeans are the ones I bought - reluctantly - in the next size up from where I was because I could no longer comfortably squeeze myself into the others.

Please please please let it be true...

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Encouraging, but unofficial (HJ)

I only weigh myself once a week.

More frequently than that is only going to end in heartbreak with the little blips (or blimps?) that occur. I want to see the trend that is heading downwards. Monthly would probably be better, but there's no way I have the patience and motivation to sustain a healthy life for a month with no feedback.

But this morning I couldn't help myself. Partially frustration after last Friday's non-event, partially because this morning I was going to morning tea and needed to know precisely how much I could afford to eat, partially because I've been rowing each day and refusing food and that should be making a difference, surely???

900 grams. Gone. Yaaaaaaaay!

Now to hold onto it until Friday's official weigh-in.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

And as if that wasn't enough (HJ)

I caught sight of the scales as my Beloved weighed himself this morning.

He is just over 6 feet tall.

He does manual work (so has lots of heavy muscle).

He eats lots.

And he weighs 1.8 kilos less than me.

Bathroom Scales: Givinya d'Huge Fright

This week has been GREAT according to me, but it's been pretty dismal for my weight.

My husband directed a secondary schools camp so we all went to the Sunshine Coast with 77 teenagers where we combined with another similar camp.  150ish teenagers, mostly skinny, eating total crap.  Humph.

I sometimes wonder about the TV show "How to look good naked."  What's that all about?  I should try to find out - a quick trip to Wikipedia or IMDb would sort it out for me, but for now I'm content to wonder.  Because due to the configuration of the bathroom in our ensuite cabin, one could catch sight of the top 75% of oneself naked and from that humiliating position, one could quite clearly see that one looks positively AWFUL naked, and one wonders whose body she is inhabiting.  One also wonders how one's husband puts up with it.

During the week, I ate like a... like a... like a woman who is having nice food cooked for her and who doesn't have to wash up.  My meals were awesome, and so were the leftovers belonging to all three of my children.  And the extra bread and butter I purloined "for the children" etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.  And the celebratory McDonalds after camp. Etcetera.

My comfy Size 12 bootleg jeans started feeling tight across the girth.  Here comes the post-baby blimp-up.

And to add insult to serious body-image injury, this morning I stepped on my scales a few times and after working out a quick average (for my scales are cantankerous at best) it appeared that I was 5 kilograms heavier than I was before the week began.

Say what?

I know I ate a lot, but I don't think I even CONSUMED 5 kilos of food during the week.

I wanted to say WTF, but I didn't as I'm reliably told that WTF stands for Wow That's Funny and I'm telling you that a 5 kg gain in a week is not funny.  More like WTHHIGOH.  (The lesser-known Internet acronym for "What The Holy Heck Is Going On Here?")

Well.  It turns out that if you step on the scales to switch them on, then step off to let them 'zero', they go to 0.0kg, then they flutter around, finally settling on a figure that's sometimes around 3.5kg, sometimes around 4kg, and sometimes around 5kg.

Phew.  Scales not zeroed.  Weight not exponentially ballooning in a medically concerning fashion.

Time for new scales.

Also time for:

  • coming back to Skinny Cow
  • drinking more water before meals so I don't eat so much
  • doing appetite-suppressing things between meals so I don't snack, e.g., brushing my teeth, getting out of the kitchen, keeping busy, and drinking water instead.  You thought I was going to say 'take up smoking.'  I am not going to take up smoking.  Anything.
  • getting back on the bread policy - two slices of that thick yummy grainy stuff a day and thinking outside the breadbox (ha!) for the rest of the day.

My weight, while not where it would be if I didn't have this flabby tummy problem, is not high on my list of priorities so following menu plans, counting points and hiring babysitters so I can walk with the dog would fly out the window at this stage of my life.  Seriously.  I WANT to do all those things, I think they're great, but I just know that at 11am on any given day I'd say to myself, "Shoot.  I've forgotten to [insert weight loss strategy] ... since last Thursday."  And then where would I be?

Just as heavy and twice as depressed.

So I'm back at OSC now, I'm drinking water today, not eating between meals tomorrow, and starting the bread thing on Monday.

Dammit, I'm not ballooning up 5 legitimate kilos before I blink, not this time!

Weigh-in (Emily Sue)

I've had a great week. I've been getting up early (6am-ish) and working out on the treadmill - today was my seventh day in a row of getting red-faced, sweaty and exhausted. Plus, I've been sticking faithfully to my Weight Watchers points. Awesome.

So imagine my surprise when today's weigh-in revealed a 300g GAIN. I mean, I do get that the last time I weighed in I was stressed and not eating, so the 1.8kg I lost was partly due to temporary fasting, but still... it's very discouraging to see a gain, albeit a tiny one, after all those early mornings and all that sweating and sore muscles. Hmph.

Friday, September 24, 2010

I am a Winner! (HJ)

Well, I'm certainly not losing, so I must be winning. Surely?

I've put on 1.1 kilos over two weeks. It seems last week's odd reading was truth, and this week I've not managed to get rid of any of it. This is despite three Zumba sessions and two rows, and sundry slow walks with a recuperating puppy. I have indulged in some desserts and the odd chocolate, though.

I'm trying not to go with the old line, "I'm gaining muscle, which weighs more than fat." Mainly because my waist measurement has also gone up. Zumba seems to be sculpting me from the view of my front elevation, but not in profile. I need to do more rowing, me thinks. And maybe fewer desserts.

Definitely fewer desserts.

But I am feeling stronger, more oxygenated, and more flexible. All of these are good things.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

No weigh here either (Emily Sue)

Yesterday I had plans to attend the Melbourne Show with a friend so I decided to skip Weight Watchers in case we wanted an early start. As it turns out we didn't want an early start but I decided to sleep late anyway, and still missed my weigh-in. I did weigh myself at home and according to my scales I'm the same as last week. I'm conveniently ignoring the fact that last week I weighed myself wearing clothes and shoes and yesterday it was done without either, which indicates I've probably gained. Hm. In truth I was expecting a gain since my last weight loss was partly attributable to anxiety - on weigh in day I had barely eaten for four days. I finally started eating relatively normally yesterday (first time in 11 days) so I am back on track now with Weight Watchers... and we'll see what next week brings...

I am back on track with exercise too, now that I'm eating enough to stop me passing out when I exert myself. I just did a 20 minute walk/run on the treadmill, which is not as much as I normally do but given that I haven't exercised at all in nearly a fortnight I reckon it's not bad. Onward and upward!

Saturday, September 18, 2010

No weigh (HJ)

This week has been a bit bad from an eating perspective. There was a luncheon AND a church dinner in a week that I had already had a few food incidents.

The weekend and beginning of the week weren't good from an exercise perspective either.

So when my scales gave me two different readings, I chose not to believe either of them, and shall allow the week to disappear into the ether without recording anything.

I shall also be a little better with the exercise and eating in this coming week.

It should be easier with no assignment looming.

Then again, I could record the 1.2kg loss I made in 5mins. That was pretty impressive.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Weigh in (Emily Sue)

Last week: 74.4kg
Today: 72.6kg
Difference: 1.8kg loss
Running total: 4.4kg loss

Woo hoo! This means I've lost a bit more than 5% of my original body weight. I'm stoked.

And today I went for a walk with a friend. Just a small walk... from the suburbs into the city, and then around the city for a while. Four hours of walking; about 12km in total. Yep, just a small walk.

My legs hurt.

Friday, September 10, 2010

A Little Further (HJ)

So the 200g has gone and taken another 100g with it. That's got to be good news, showing a total loss of 2.7kg to date. Getting back towards where I was when this whole Skinny Cow thing started. The possibility of getting rid of another 2.3kg within the month is looking doubtful, but one needs a plan.

Zumbaed Monday and have had a few rowing sessions to keep up the exercise.

Generally eating well, but a little chocolate incident yesterday probably doesn't help the weight to drop.

So really it's pretty average here in hippomanic territory. Must do better in this coming week.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Weigh In (Emily Sue)

Last week: 74.2kg
Today: 74.4kg
Difference: 200g gain
Total loss: 2.6kg

Err... oops. Oh, excuses. I haz them. I regularly take strong iron tablets and in the last few days I've been taking codeine for a sore tooth (and will continue to do so until my appt on Tuesday). These two things combined have had the effect of backing things up somewhat, if you know what I mean. And my period is due soon.

These things are true. But I also know I wasn't quite as careful about what I ate and even though I was within my points I wasn't making good food choices. And all exercise was incidental, not deliberate. And now I'm starting all my sentences with conjunctions...

Anyway, not to worry. It would have been good to see a loss but 200g isn't much and I'll be back on track this coming week.

An Unexpected Burst of Energy (HJ)

Is it that it is Spring?

Is it that the vitamins and supplements that the doctor has put me on have had a couple of weeks to kick in?

Is it that the cold I've been fighting for months has finally died?

Is it that my brain is feeling stimulated by the reading I'm doing for my next assignment?

Is it that I've been able to do more rowing than just the 5min warm-up, 5 min warm-down that has been all I could manage while suffering with the dreadful cold?

Is it that I've been having fun at Zumba?

Whatever it is, I like it!

Friday, September 3, 2010

What if I became a gym junkie? (HJ)

Okay, it's not that likely.

But yesterday I went and did a Zumba class in the morning.

Visiting at the hospital has some advantages. One is that little ol' ladies talk about their daughters and the fact she "goes to a Zoom-something-or-other class that is sort of like aerobics, but fun and dancing and they wriggle their hips and she's really trimmed down (but she shouldn't lose anymore weight, or there'll be nothing of her)."

So I found out that there are Thursday morning sessions at the local Anglican church hall; that they cost $8.50 per session; and it's a small class so that it is more fun and less embarrassing.

My usual Thursday morning event was not on this week, so I went.

I'm quite comfortable in church halls.

Unlike gyms.

Had a ball. Can't really do it at all, but that's okay, no-one else can either.

And every 10th session is free - just like coffee!

And they have classes at night, too.

And no mirrors so that I can fool myself into thinking that I look exactly like the instructor, even if I have much more to jiggle.

And whilst I found I could not do THAT with my hips at the same time as doing THAT with my feet and it was absolutely impossible to do THAT with my arms at the same time as both of the above, it has done something to my hips.

They are released.

I can't keep them still.

They keep moving everytime I hear music...

...and sometimes when I don't - because my head sometimes runs music that only I can hear.

This could get embarrassing.

But I want to go again, embarrassment or not.

On another note, I did not weigh-in last week.

There was a reason.

I did today, though and I've put on 200 grams for the fortnight.

And while I'd be excited to lose 200g, I'm not that excited to have put on 200g - but I'm not going to slit my wrists about it.

I just need to row more.

And ZUMBA!!!