Isn't She Beautiful...

All righty friends. It has been a great week for me. Monday morning I awoke feeling the itch of my "last minute workout" before my weigh-in with Dan at noon. I was of course worried because of my scary cookie fiasco the night before, and because I feel as if I could have done more.

I worked out my arms using free-weights. PAIN!!!

Then I went on a walk. Not just any walk though. Oh no. You know me. It was a greatly INTENSIVE walk. There are two insane hills partly behind my apartment complex. Normally I have my double stroller so this is the first time I swished and sashied my hips all on my lonesome.

I have to say:
1. I was somewhat lonely.
2. My hip shake-age was OUT of control!
3. This was my first time back to the "hills" since I was followed by some creeper.

Oh wait. I never told you about that did I? ...


About a month ago I was walking with my children to Dan and Rachel's (before their infamous move) making sure to move my hips to the rythm of my heart (wait... ex the heart part). When I had turned a corner some hispanic man was sitting in his SUV truck grinning at me. Needless to say the hip movement ceased until I was far away from the oogling eyes of said creeper.

On my way home I decided to go back the same route. And there sat "said creeper" waiting for me. Now I don't KNOW if he was waiting for me but what followed was still scary. As I passed his black dodge durango he slowly pulled out behind me. I slowed down and stopped. He stopped. I started walking ... more quickly. Yup you got it- he sped up a little.

So you can pretty much bet I was having something close to a heart attack. My heart was pounding and I started sweating profusely. Saying a prayer quietly to myself I decided I was just going to turn around and go back. I was worried however that I wouldn't be able to run my overweight body up those two hills back to the Olsen's. Once I stopped- agian, Mr. Creeper stopped ... and ... waited. I didn't know WHAT to do. I kept telling myself that I needed to stay in control. Once you show "fear" then the predator knows he has won. So I waited there at the corner stairing at this man.

I don't know what it was, my show of defiance or his impatience but he hit the gas and peeled very angrily out. As he squeeled around the corner (literally) I had a hard time keeping my composure. The Spirit was very strong and very obvious to me that I needed to leave, quickly. I began running home. Pushing my double stroller with my two beautiful children holding on for dear life I turned the corner and low and behold guess who was "waiting" for me.

I stopped running immediately. I continued walking brisquely biting my tongue to help keep the tears at bay. He was driving towards me. Slowly.

As he passed me he rolled down his window ... and with a very dirty look he smiled at me with the eyes of a predator. THAT'S IT! I'M DONE. I ran. I RAN WITH MY BABIES. I ran like a mother instinctively protecting her children. I prayed. Bawling I rounded another corner onto the busy street. I kept running. I turned to see if I could see his vehicle (not wanting to lure him to my home) and continued running. I ran zig-zagged through different buildings and finally made it home.

And there I stayed for two days.

Anyways- there you have it. My horrible experience with a dirty man stairing at my shaking hips. I KNEW this would happen! I always seem to attract nasty men- even when I'm FAT!!! I know this is silly, but will it get worse as I lose weight? GRR. I hope not. Time to take some women self-defence courses.

Well back to my original thought- I walked those hills yesterday by myself. It was a quick walk that got my heart pumping. About a block away from home I started jogging. This is a huge fete for me. Running is very painful because of womenly assets and my hip. Crazy female apendiges. It's insane what a woman goes through through out her life.

SO!!! Here are my results! I'm pretty proud since last week I gained BACK inches. I've not only gotten back to where I was- but I've lost even more.

Pounds lost: 2
Total pounds lost: 22
Weight: 247 (only 78 more pounds to go!)


Neck: 14.25 lost .5 in. this week (started at 15.5 inches)

Chest: 45.5 lost 1 in. this week (started at 49.0 inches)

Upper Arm: 13.25 lost .25 in. this week (started at 15.0 inches)

Fore Arm: 10.25 lost .25 in. this week (started at 11.0 inches)

Upper Waist: 38.75 lost .75 in. this week (started at 42.0 inches)

Lower Waist: 42.75 lost .75 in. this week (started at 46.5 inches)

Hips: 49.25 lost .25 in. this week (started at 52.25 inches)

Thigh: 23.5 lost 1.5 in this week (?) (started at 26.0 inches)

Calf: 16.75 lost .25 in this week (started at 17.5 inches)

Well all in all I've had a GREAT week. Before last weeks weigh in my thigh measured in at 24 inches. So perhaps I was retaining some water last week due to my cold and what not. I hope I didn't lose muscle there because an inch and a half is A LOT to lose. Hmmm...

Sunday afternoon. I had just gotten home from church and decided to make some cookies for a couple of women in my church.

*Visiting teaching is something the women of my church (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints) do to help fellowship and befriend one another. This helps us meet the needs of every sister/ family in our Ward. (Ward: This is a term we use for the time slot a small demographic area meets. There are too many people to meet at once, so we are split off into groups by where we live.)

So here I am. Bowing my head humbly before you. The last three weeks have been DISASTEROUS! However I am now WELL! So Dan decided I needed a new starting point and wanted to measure me. Needless to say it was a DISAPPOINTMENT! Dan told me that my results weren't good OR bad. They just are what they are. I couldn't help that I got ill, but I can help what I'm going to do about it now.

If I can do THIS in a gym full of people... I really can do anything!

Believe it or not I'm actually going to post my pictures. (Against my better judgment mind you!) I'm nervous and can't see much change myself but I also realize that there are a lot of factors as to why I can't see more in the photos myself. I'm wearing different clothing, different photographers, different angles, different lighting and different location all together. Each of these factors actually DO make a difference. On that note- I was hoping I'd see a BIGGER change 20 pounds later.

Well here it is. Week 11's weigh-in. It's kind of daunting, knowing this could be either a great celebration for me or another dissappointment. I realize that being sick for two weeks has really put a damper on my now "normal" regimine but I still have expectations.

Daniel Olsen LMT said...
Nikki, I want to put your results into perspective... The American College of Sports Medicine says it is healthy to lose 1 to 2 lbs a week. so far in your journey you are averaging on the high end at 1.9 lbs per week, and that includes your bad week. according to the original goal we set you are still ahead of where we first projected. Good work, I'm proud of your effors your hard work is paying off. if you need a little extra boost, convert your results into sticks of butter, for you that means you have lost 76 sticks of butter, AWESOME .

Man. When you're family is out for a week time does have a way of getting by you. I didn't realize that yesterday WAS Saturday and therefore technically my "weigh-in" day. As I mentioned I wasn't going to do measurements but have okay news on the weight aspect of my weigh-in. I stayed neutral. Thank goodness!

Ps. My own 10 month old daughter still only weigh's in at 17.9 pounds! :)

I'm feeling pretty good.

I must say that this week was not a good one for me. I've actually been living on survival mode since last weekend. If this were Darwin's survival of the fittest I would no longer be in the race of being "naturally" selected! I mean, who wants a cat that looks like it got raped by a penguin??? (Not that I look like a penguin raped cat- but you get where I'm going with that right? )