Chronicles of a Late Bloomer

Starting weight: 335.8
Last week: 317.0
This week: 315.2
Change this week: -1.8
Overall change: -20.6
Milestone reached: 20 pounds gone
Next milestone: 25 pounds gone

Hooray! I hit the 20-pound milestone. To celebrate, The Record Store Romeo and I paused in aisle 14 at the grocery store and hefted around 20-pound bags of rice for a few minutes. At first, it was done semi-jokingly, with various iterations of carrying the bag like a baby, like a football, and like a hunchback. Then, though, there was a moment of serious. Holy crap, I thought to myself. This is heavy.

And, it was.

Also of note: in December, I couldn’t fasten the bottom two buttons of this blouse. It’s a size 3x from Old Navy. Cute.

Is it wrong to enter a serious relationship with someone knowing beforehand that your ultimate ambition will be to end the relationship? Is it okay to make a commitment that you intend to someday break? To, in essence, use someone temporarily until your need for them has passed?

No, I’m not talking about my boyfriend, the charming Record Store Romeo.

I’m talking about Weight Watchers.

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Starting weight: 335.8
Last week: 318.2
This week: 317.0
Change this week: -1.2
Overall change: -18.8
Next milestone: 20 pounds gone

Okay, so I did not pass the 20 pounds milestone as I’d hoped. That’s okay, though. 1.2 is a very respectable number for a woman who still isn’t really exercising due to December’s broken tailbone.

Instead of announcing the passing of the 20-pound milestone, then, I would like to introduce the triumphant return of Skinny Pants.

Okay, so they’re not Skinny Pants in the traditional sense of the term. They’re not size 12 or 8 or 00 whatever it is the kids are wearing these days. But I’m accustomed to wearing a size 28 or even 32 (yes, 32) pant.

These are my skinny pants — the smallest pair of pants I have ever bought — a Lane Bryant size 26 from eight or nine seasons ago when I fit into them for about a week. Okay, maybe a week and a half. And also, there’s no evidence that they actually fit anything more tangible than my fertile imagination back then, but I decided to try them on yesterday morning and whoosh! On they went.

At first I was annoyed. “My pants are staticky,” I’d complain to whomever wanted to listen (and, of course, plenty of people who didn’t). Then, around lunchtime I went to check them in the mirror and complain even more. It turns out the pants weren’t staticky at all. They just fit. I could feel them against my legs because they fit.

Now there’s a concept.

Cold, gloomy weather over the weekend prompted a “Big Chili Night” when the Record Store Romeo was over. What originated as a plan for experimenting with homemade white chili turned into two big pots of chili, one a traditional red and one a fancy white. They were both vegetarian with big chunks of tofu and both ultra low fat¹. It was so delicious, and I’m happy to have leftovers since the gloom has lasted through the week on-and-off, too.

At the last Big Chili Night minute, we ditched the idea of leftover rolls in favor of a cornbread recipe I found on the ever-popular interweb.

Here’s the basic recipe.

Yogurt Cornbread

• 1 cup flour
  
• 1 cup cornmeal
  
• 1/4 cup white sugar
  
• 1 tsp baking soda
  
• 3/4 tsp salt
  
• 1 cup plain nonfat yogurt
  
• 2 eggs, beaten
  

I added 1/2 cup applesauce and omitted the sugar for my boyfriend’s dietary needs², and it baked up fine and delicious with the chili. My recipe made 12 generously-sized pieces for 2 WW Points each. Not bad!

I’ve got them individually wrapped in the freezer now, where one slice a day keeps my lunch cold and thaws to a delicious afternoon treat. Best served, though, with gloomy skies, tofu chili and a cute Mexican boyfriend.

1. Aside from what little naturally occurs in the tofu, beans, and corn, the only added fat was cooking spray used to sautee the onions and then whatever shredded cheese we added to the final product. [↩]
2. Sugar gives him migraines. [↩]