Fat Chants

My lastest Fat Chants article has just been published over on Moms Out Loud (yay!). Check it out here ...

p.s. It was written a few days ago, so it doesn't reflect this AM's success on the scale. ;)

Fat Tuesday

Whoo-hoo. I'm Fat and it's Tuesday ... bring on the gluttony! ;)

Tomorrow, on what I have dubbed Thin Wednesday, I will be revealing my new hot-mama mission plan of attack over at my weight-loss blog Fat Chants.

But, until then, I will revel in the deliciousness that is Mardi Gras!!!

p.s. I wanna' be this chick (photo courtesy of the hubs and his camera phone ... both of which were in New Orleans over the weekend) ... yes, she's embracing her birthday suit with a lil' body paint ... gotta love her, um, balls?

break a sweat

If you haven't seen my weight-loss blog, Fat Chants, you may not know of my latest and greatest obsession.

Boot Camp, baby!

This is the workout I absolutely LUUUV ... to hate! I just started my third session and so far I've lost a combined 9.75" in 10 weeks. Not too shabby for a former couch cruiser and total anti-sweater (as in body sweat, not merino wool layered on in the winter).

Anywhoo, here's my point, if you live in the Plano area, there's an awesome opportunity to check out boot camp tomorrow totally on the cheap!

If you’ve never tried boot camp, it’s hard to know what to expect from the workout — a fact that may be a deterrent for many (almost was for me!!!). With that in mind, I finagled a fantastic deal with my DS (drill sergeant, lol) for this Saturday: an introductory class for only $5.

Tomorrow from 9:30-10:30 you can come and take the boot camp class and get a feel for what it’s all about without a hefty financial investment. If you like it (love it!), great, come back again (and again). If not, well, you sweat your rear off and only invested 5 bucks. Not bad!

Here are the details:
This Saturday Only: $5 boot camp (cost will be $20 per class after this introductory offer)
9:30-10:30 am
Westwood Park, 1001 Westwood Drive, Plano, TX, 75075

*Bring hand weights and an exercise mat (or a beach towel will also work)

This is open to ANYONE who wants to get fit, so please let others know about this great deal!

I'll be breaking a sweat in the AM, come join me (or come make fun of, ya' know, whatever gets you there)!

Earth to Chubbles

OK, so I have undoubtedly picked the Absolute Worst Time of Year to start cutting back on the calories, but I am completely ooged out by my recent sugar-eating OBSESSION. Cookies and candy and cupcakes, oh my! I can’t stop! And, because of this heightened addiction to sweets I have questioned (on more than one occasion) if I am preggars (I was completely crazed like this during my first trimester with Coop, but rest easy hubby, I’m not!).

I made the mistake (or was it ultimately the kick in the caboose I needed?) of stepping on the scales last Friday and was SHOCKED to see that my number had skyrocketed 17 lbs in the last couple of months! Ack!!! Sure, I had noticed that the pants that formerly sagged around the waist (thanks to the need for interim pants during a 45-lbs. weight loss prebaby) were fitting once again, but at the time, I was glad that I didn’t look like my rear hung down to my knees. But once I started flipping through pictures from Thanksgiving, I saw some familiar “friends” glaring at me … chubbier cheeks, a denser double chin, a shrinking neckline.

While I have NEVER been thin (doubt even at birth, lol), in my quest to shed poundage before going on Clomid the summer of 2006, I did work off a chunk of weight and have been able to maintain that loss (I only gained 15 lbs. during pregnancy and ended up losing 22 lbs. the week after Cooper was born). Seeing less of myself has felt incredibly goooood! But now, I feel myself slipping into old habits and I am angered by my lack of self-control.

Umm, hello, earth to Chubbles! Stop stuffing your face!

So, after the weigh-in, I decided it was time to rein in that nasty little cookie monster lurking inside me and get back on track. On Monday I started nixing all the superfluous sugar — the 3pm trip to the snack machine at work, the after-dinner dessert, the after-dessert dessert and so on. Because I had become accustomed to this exorbitant amount of sweet treats, I experienced MAJOR withdrawals (translation: blinding headaches) on Monday and Tuesday. But by Wednesday, I had started to even out and as of this AM, I am actually feeling a little pick-up in my energy level (even though Coop has woken me up 3 times each night for the past two nights … uuggh).

While ’tis the season for indulging in all the yumminess the holidays have to offer, I am optimistic (or is it naieve? Hmm, let’s start with optimistic, lol), that I can overcome my recent foray into the world of endless sweet snack attacks and regain — ahem — reloose those 17 pounds and be all set to dive head first into 2008 a little lighter and ready to tackle an even greater foe: Exercise. Ick!

-smell you later-
Coop’s Mom (aka Tessa)

p.s. I did weigh this morning and I’m down 3 lbs. from Friday! Yippee!

I’m Having an Affair …

With the vending machine at work!!! I’ve never worked in a place with such easy access to a smorgasbord of sweet and salty snackage! As I type this I can hear someone plunking change into the slot of Api (Automatic Products International) — the evil beast of metal and munchies that threatens to thwart my weight-loss mission — and I’m jealous that it’s not me. Arrggg!

It’s 11:30 and I’m jonesing big time for a quickie. Every day since I started the new job I’ve met with my secret flame … greedily eyeing Api’s goodies, offering him money, pushing his buttons. It’s FABULOUS. But, like any affair, as soon as the fun and games are over guilt sets in and I feel dirty (crumbs on the shirt and smears of chocolate on the fingers can do that to a person).

I’ve tried to break it off. But I’m weak. I’m a cheater. A junk-food junkie. An addict with no will. No way.

What kind of an example am I setting for Cooper? Sneaking around with Api, hungrily stuffing my face with an obscene amount of "bad list" foods like Twizzlers, Doritos and yes, even several packages of Famous Amos cookies (oh, the shame of it all). I want to be one of those "hot moms" in the pick-up line at daycare, not one hiding the smudges of her deceit behind a cleverly cupped hand as if she was yawning.

I can’t keep up the charade much longer. I’m on an allowance and I’m rapidly running out of change …

-smell you later-
Coop’s Mom (aka Tessa)