Category Archives: Flotsam / Jetsam

A chicken-centric dilemma

It’s just the first week of Flab-Be-Gone ’06, and it already feels like I’ve blown it.

Poor planning is very often my downfall, weigh-loss-wise. Yesterday, I did plan to eat nachos, and I thought that would be OK. I still had 17 Flex Points to get me through to Tuesday and I was going to Jazzercise this morning.

I didn’t Jazzercise. We didn’t have anything planned for lunch, so I ended up eating three chicken strips and onion rings from our local BBQ. Now I’m facing zero Flex Points for the rest of my WW week unless I forgo dinner tonight. Which is scheduled to be a yogurt and the two leftover chicken strips from lunch.

Nichole is

I consulted Googlism to find out what the Internet thinks of me. Here are some of the results.

Nichole is…
… still growing in her faith; yes
… a 5’6″ striker with a strong shot
… perfect
… cutest
… currently creating a buzz on the music scene
… trying hard not to live life like that
… not shaking what god gave her in dance
… just a pleasant young lady
… a good kisser
… an idiot and parked in the terminal
… much brighter than she lets on
… a sweetheart
… assigned various administrative tasks that allow day shift officers to remain on the street
… in nichole’s best interests
… a long time friend of the rusty hoot group
… not sitting in balance
… a thoroughly prepared conversant
… a little heartbreaker
… a sassy strawberry blonde
… so sweet
… out of solo voyage

Flab-Be-Gone 2006

Tracey at sweetney.com announced her Flab-Be-Gone 2006 cult initiative today, and I’ve signed on to participate. I’m not sure what “signing on” entails, really, other than knowing that I’m not the only person out there struggling to lose weight.

I returned to Weight Watchers in September (I think), and I’ve been going to Jazzercise classes about three times a week, too. (Zip it, smartypants. I only get so many sanctioned opportunities to use jazz hands)

But I’ve only lost about 9 pounds. And I have a lot more than that to lose.

I know WW works — it’s worked for me before — but it requires writing down every bite and actually sticking to the program. I discovered that the act of writing it down doesn’t actually negate the effects of, say, eating two donuts beyond my daily Point allotment.

Anyway, in the interest of actually keeping up with my intake, I’ve set up my “food journal” over on the right-hand side bar. If you noticed I haven’t updated it in a day or so, please send me a friendly “get back on the wagon” e-mail. But make sure it’s friendly, and make sure you’re not Rockford. He tends to get in trouble for intervening in that sort of thing.