Diet doom

[tikistitch]

This was going to be yet another whining post. We decided, due to the general fussiness of our old bathroom scale, to invest in a newer, sexier digital model, which will also calculate your body fat, total body water, and download your favorite song. (OK, just kidding about the last one.) Only, Teh Sexy New Scale has now declared us FIVE POUNDS FATTER than the Ye Olde Springge Scale. We need to re-lose the same $%^@#$ 5 pounds again. Plus, our newly computed body fat percentage has driven us to distraction--it's surprising we can still stand upright what with the sheer blobbiness.



HOWEVER! It occurred to us this morning, there is another issue which has been preying upon our mind each morning, an issue which causes joyfulness. It's one that naturally thin people (we know there are some of you out there) can never come to appreciate.

tiki is very Old School in some ways, having been raised by depression babies. Thus when we put on weight, as we did the last couple of years, there is something in our psyche that will simply not allow us to buy a great quantity of new, more generously sized clothing. Perhaps it's because we can still hear our mother's voice, chiding, "You already have a closet full of clothes!" Which was quite literally true, having escaped the Evil Clothing Company with racks upon racks of branded clothing from the sample store, all of it unfortunately now two sizes too small.

So, as of January this year, our entire clothing rotation was basically down to two pairs of jeans--one pair to wear, one for the wash--plus whatever t-shirts we could still, sausage-like, squeeze into. And the two sweaters which most efficiently hid our butt.

Now, after spending the past four months subsisting mostly on crunchy, crunchy garden vegetables, plus having run probably in the neighborhood of 500 miles, this: each morning, after we've freshly showered, we get to spend 5 minutes standing around deciding what to wear.

Ya know, which shirt.

Which pants. (Or, we could wear a skirt!)

And shoes! 'Cause, there are klunky boots that go inside the pant legs, and klunky boots that slide outside the pant legs. (Nobody's gonna keep tiki from her klunky boots--NOBODY.)

Which watch! Reallies! 'Cause, we literally have a pile of girlie watches and little kiddie watches on the nightstand by our bed, which now, finally, will comfortably fit around our wrist.

Egad.

It is teh awesome.

(Though, we're still peeved about that 5 lbs. %$&@#$ know-it-all digital scale.)

Comments

[twotone]

Boo on the digital scale, but hooray for having more clothing options!

[middle-savagery.livejournal.com]

If you don't mind me asking, what are you eating and how many calories are you consuming? Sorry if you've said already. Bodyhacking done the right way is pretty interesting.

My body weight can fluctuate 5 pounds a day, which can be frustrating. And the doctor weighed me yesterday while I was wearing jeans and a sweater. Blahh.

[tikistitch.livejournal.com]

Ya know, I don't know! I had it figured out at the beginning, and then just kind got to where I know how much I should eat. Let me compute....

It's around 1200 calories. Which "they" say you shouldn't go below. Also, we go out to eat around once a week, where I inevitably eat more. It's hard NOT to eat more at an American restaurant.

I bounce up & down in weight too. It's just that I literally got on Ye Olde Scale, and then onto Hi Techie scale, and the readings were off by 5 lbs. For Mr. Tiki, they were off by only 2.4 lbs. It is a puzzlement!

[blythou.livejournal.com]

Argh, evil new scale ! I can fluctuate (yeah believe it or not) from one day to the next for no known reason, so maybe those 5 pounds will be a thing of the past in a couple of days.

And hurray for fitting into your new old clothes... A couple of years ago, I put on 8 pounds or so from anti-depressants and could no longer fit into half my clothes. Instead of buying some new stuff (I refused to buy "fat" clothes), I did everything I could to wear my old jeans again (and NOT look like a sausage in them, of course). It was pure pleasure to wear them again like you said !

And I agree on klunky boots... I love my heels, but boots... ahhhh... Esp. motorcycle square toe boots... They're the shit !

[tikistitch.livejournal.com]

Heh, I gained a *lot* more than 8 pounds from the antidepressants. And it's been sheer hell getting it all back off. But, it's been *so* nice to open up the back reaches of my closet again. I'm also grateful that I'm mostly oblivious to fashion trends, so nothing looks really hideously out of style--that would be sad to go back and see I fit everything but it's all 80s shoulder pads or culottes or whatever.

[jabberwockypie.livejournal.com]

But what if it was the old scale that was right and the new one was off?

[spazzygirl19.livejournal.com]

Yays! Good to be able to dawdle & decide in front of the closet.

The worst weight gain thing is somehow squeezing into a favorite pair of work pants, then bending over at work to get something & hearing a horrible ripping sound. Able to salvage much embarrassment by tying extra sweater in office around waist & covering tear. Even worst is taking the favorite pair of pants to tailor at drycleaners & nearly having woman fall on the floor laughing because there's no way in hell to repair the pants. Only use left - rag for washing car.

[tikistitch.livejournal.com]

*rotfl* I don't think I remember hearing this story!

[avalonjones.livejournal.com]

Hee hee! Your scale has Charlie the Tuna on it!

Congratulations on your success with the clothes! That's gotta be an awesome feeling.

Just to reiterate, I've never ever thought of you as anything even approaching "heavy," and I never could think of you that way. You've always been lovable Tiki to me. <3