Chick-Fil-A and Dieting

Chick-Fil-A and Dieting

Chick-Fil-A has a decently yummy kid’s meal. I realized this last night when I found myself in the fast food restaurant, wondering what exactly I would pick that would adhere to my new diet. Poor Patrick was starving, I had dragged him into the city because I wanted a new pair of jeans (a trek over thorny landscape had destroyed my favorite pair just two days ago). He was such a good sport and , looking back, so supportive of me as well. At first I found him quite sullen and quiet, but when I finally pried it out of him (he was hungry!) , I realized he hadn’t wanted to admit it since there was really no place for me to eat around. I insisted we drop by Chick-Fil-A for him. “I think they have calorie counts, and I know they have salads. I will see what I can eat. Don’t go hungry on my account.”

Well, the salads looked delicious, but they were a bit more calorie heavy than I had desired. I had a huge lunch yesterday, with plans to have a snack for dinner. I could have bought a salad and displayed self control (You know, not licked the bowl when I was done devouring the lettuce and fixings), but I realized I was suddenly starving too. How could I not be with that delicious aroma of fried chicken and greasy waffle fries wafting over us? So I studied the menu, much to the annoyance of my dear boyfriend, who knew what he wanted the moment he walked through the door. He was sweet and acted patient, but his hand on my back indicated his desire to surge forward to the counter to get his food.

Finally I settled on the kids meal. It came with a choice of chicken, a side and a juice or milk. The grilled , four piece chicken seemed the least calorie wise (70 calories! Though I have no idea of the fat or sodium, I am sure their site has it) and I paired that with the fruit salad. The juice was never opened, honestly I should have told them to keep it. I think I have given up on juice, everyone. It is just a box of sugar. I would rather have an actual apple.

It was a pretty decent snack. I got my favorite dipping sauce since the total meal was only 130 calories, and since I don’t use much sauce anyways I did NOT feel guilty.

Of course, Patrick choose a sandwich with a generous portion of fries and for most of the meal I sat there in envy, watching him gobble up something I would have loved to join him in. He joked that he felt I was judging him and I joked back that I was. How dare he eat what he wants and still lose weight in our challenge! Oh the woes of being female.

My entire point of the story is Chick-Fil-A has a pretty decent meal for someone on a calorie strict diet.  It was delicious grilled chicken, and if I had more calories to spare for the day I would have gotten the six count. Heck, if I had even more, they do have an adult meal with the grilled chicken that can come with a side salad. Honestly, most fast food places disappoint me when I diet, their salads are sad or really not healthy anyways. I avoid them, which is logical, but when you are out and about it is nice to know there is one place that offers something pretty yummy.

Anywho, yesterday evening was fun. I think the highlight of it was when Patrick and I were driving to my house to go on a walk. I told him “I can tell those five pounds you lost are gone.” .  His eyebrows rose, his back straightened and I swear he had a little smile on his lips the rest of the way home. He doesn’t need to lose weight, I know that, but I think that made him feel really good. I have an amazing boyfriend guys, I don’t think I have met a sweeter man. He is always there to make me feel loved and beautiful. I would not trade him for the world.

Weekly Update

Weekly Update

A lot of things have happened since I first updated this blog. For one, major thing, I weighed myself Friday and I am officially 10 pounds lighter than when I wrote my last blog (yay!). I walked every day I could (5 out of 7 days) and reached the 10k step goal 4 out of those 5 days, with a total of 26 miles. (I can do better, I know!) .

Last week was a roller coaster, guys. I was hired at a new job, and when I put my two weeks in, my boss gave me an even better offer. So I am remaining where I am but in a much better position. There were also some serious hints about big happenings from a significant person in my personal life(being vague for now, sorrry). All the more reason to look my best.

I have decided something rather big for my diet. I wont be having a cheat day every week. Instead I will have a cheat day once a month. I will, however, allow myself to have a treat now and again (very rarely). This is going to be difficult, but I am under a crunch time. I have decided I want to be at 220 pounds for my birthday. That is 42 more pounds to lose in 157 days. That is about 2 pounds a week. It can be done, but it will definitely be difficult.

Honestly, I would love to reach Onederland by the time I turn 25, but I know that is a bit too much to aim for. That would be averaging almost 3 pounds a week, which isn’t healthy. I would rather lose the weight healthily and keep it off, than force it and gain it back anytime I slip up.

In three weeks I am going to take my pictures again, I can’t wait to see if there is a difference in my pics. I think I am going to aim to lose 10 more pounds before then. I know it is a lot, but these are the first few weeks when the weight really just melts off me. (Been on enough failed diets to recall that). That way I might see a difference. I know I might not though, 20 pounds really isn’t that big of a difference in looks when you are as heavy as I am.

So anyways, here is to another week of dieting. Thank you all for your support last blog, it was very helpful. I think I am going to just try to post once a week. Obviously I am so busy it is difficult to do even that!

Ramblings Are Useless

Ramblings Are Useless

But I ramble all the same.

I just (literally just) posted my first blog post and already I want to take it down. I wont, because I really don’t know a better way to say “I am fat. I want to lose weight. This is my chronology of my diet.” . *Well, perhaps that would work, but I am still leaving my last one.

I want to set some guidelines for myself. Over the past few days I have discussed my new lifestyle plans with my family and friends extensively. Normally, I wouldn’t have, I would keep my diet completely to myself in an attempt to not hear the constant “How is the diet? Here is what I do. It works. Blah, blah blah, blah, etc…“. This time, however, I have realized I really do need their support. Battling this on my own has never worked. It is time to embrace the fact that I do have a support team. So, with their help, I have come up with a few goals.


1. I will walk everyday. No ifs, ands or buts. I would like to hit 10k steps a day at least and work myself up to 12 or even 15.

2. I will count my calories. Even on my cheat days (I can’t live without cheat days. I have chosen Fridays.)

3. I will get 8 hours of sleep every night. (Bwahaha, I know I should feel confident on this, but c’mon. I barely get 6.)

4. I will drink at least 64 ounces of water every day.

5. No more soda. (Oh well)

I have bought a fitbit Blaze to help me log everything and I have decided I will weigh every Friday. (It will take all my strength to not weigh myself every day, honestly.) . I also enlisted my boyfriend to photograph me from the front, sides and back. These induced a bit more tears when I saw them, but as he pointed out, one day I will look at them and see how far I have come along. These, he will take, once a month. I wanted weekly but he advised against it, with a good point. I will see more of a difference if I wait a month.

I have asked him to compete with me, to see who can lose the biggest percentage of our body weight by October. He did agree, but I am not sure if he really wants to. I wont be upset if he doesn’t.

I have also asked him and my mom to help me walk everyday. I know my mom wants to lose, so if I have to drive to her house every day to walk, I will. I want her to help me and me to help her.

OH! I almost forgot, duh! I would like to post to this blog weekly. So, each time I weigh myself. Maybe if I am proud of how I look, I will start posting my pictures after awhile. But I know it will take time.

Welp, that is more rambling. Oh well.



Survival of the Thickest

Survival of the Thickest

I wrote a pretty morose introduction, then realized no one in their right mind would want to read that self-pitying drivel. So here we go again!

I have been a big person for most of my life and honestly? It is entirely my fault. I have eaten what I wanted,  exercised as little as I could and involved myself with the most stagnate of activities. Hell, I enjoyed it. Not worrying about the pounds those fries would add to my hips has been a ball. Of course, there have been times full of cringe, like when I look in the mirror naked or have to try on clothing… but for the most part, I have tried my best to push it to the back of my mind.

This… well.. it isn’t always successful. I will admit to anyone who reads this, right now. I don’t like the way I look. There have been times when I have cried about it (over a slice of pizza). Times when I have seen my reflection and looked away as quickly as possible. Times I have broken down and started a diet.

Ugh, diets. I have done them. Nearly all of them. Weight watchers. Herbalife. No carbs. Less fat. Meal bar diets. Now I wont say I was successful with these (that would imply I reached my target weight, stayed there and this blog is useless) , but I did lose weight with each. The thing is, I would get frustrated when the loss would slow or stop, give it up, and gain all the weight back.

That is basically my background. Leading up to my most current wake up back on Friday, when I weighed myself and spied the lovely weight of 272.5 pounds. Yup. Basically 273. I had gained every pound I have ever lost in a diet, back. I was (am) back to being ginormous. The result ended with me spiraling into self-pity,  curling up on the bed and sobbing as my loving boyfriend held me, offering comforting words. He loves me, he is attracted to me, I am beautiful. All wonderful things to hear, but I sobbed all the same.

When I was done moping though, I realized there was really only one thing to do. Get back to working my ass off (literally) . I wasn’t going to lose the weight, wallowing. I needed to throw out the junk food, restock the fridge and dust my tennis shoes off. It was time to get to work.

It isn’t really inspiring, in fact, I am sure it is quite boring. This is my introduction though and this blog will be my story. The story of how I lost the weight, kept it off and started being a healthy role model for my future children. I don’t have any special diet, I am just going to count my calories and start walking. I bought a fitbit, emptied my fridge, bought healthy food I knew I would eat and I asked for the support of my loved ones. I have few items that already should be encouraging enough (but those are secrets for now).

So wish me luck internet, because my name is Plumptophabulous and I plan to lose 100 pounds in the next two years.