New blog!

Hey guys!

I have bad news, good news, and okay news. That’s life, right?

Bad: I won’t be blogging on Me Minus 75 anymore.

Good: I have a new blog so follow me there if you’d like: Cate the Okay. Just know that I will be doing Jenny Craig updates.

Okay: First time in 12 weeks I’ve “maintained” aka I didn’t gain or lose weight. I ate horribly and was super bloated so I’ll take that as a win!

Anyway, if you guys don’t want to follow my new blog, it’s been great getting to know you guys. Take care, my friends! <3


My happy place

On Sunday, my husband and I went on a day trip to the closest “beach” in PA. We were having an absolutely amazing time until the family from hell showed up.

I don’t know why my husband and I are such magnets for freaks, but these people were simply the worst. The family consisted of a mom (Barbie), dad (Ken), Barbie’s mom, and four, little girls. Ken and Barbie constantly pointed out overweight people on the beach. Asking if a woman was pregnant or just fat; saying how people look totally different from behind. Barbie was pretty, skinny, tan to the point of probably already have skin cancer, and well, fake boobs galore. When Ken made a remark about her implants, she responded with “You try breastfeeding four kids and see how your boobs end up”. She was a classy lady. Ken, the sorriest human being I’ve ever laid eyes on, was also tan but HAD A GUT. Anyway, they kept pointing out those who were overweight and asking how someone could hate themselves so much. Barbie kept saying that if she had gained five pounds, she’d be so repulsed by herself. Ken was also spewing racist comments so loudly that for a moment, I didn’t know if he forgot his surroundings. I soon learned this was their normal. This was how they lived their lives. Judging others and in the process forgetting how miserable they truly are.

They kept dwelling on a family in front of them. The parents were overweight but seemed like nice people because WHY DOES WEIGHT DEFINE SOMEONE? The parents had a hard time playing with their kids and all they wanted to do was sit down by the water. Anyway, Ken and Barbie kept ragging on them. Making fun of how many sandwiches they were eating, asking how they could even stand, wondering if they could pop them with a needle, etc.

I was disgusted. My husband and I contemplated moving to another part of the beach, but no, I wanted to be around both these families – both with problems, both unaware of how dangerous their situations are.

I don’t want to become a mom who is so overweight that I’m unable to play with my kids. I don’t want to look to food to make me happy or help me escape reality. On the other hand, I don’t want to become a mom that makes comments about putting her young children on diets and insulting others just to feel better about myself. I don’t want to be so wrapped up in me that I forget that I’m a flawed human being.

I want to be a loving mom, an attentive mom, a healthy mom.

I’m alive, I swear.

How are you.
It’s been over a week, I know.

A little update on my weight loss… Down 25 lbs in 11 weeks. I’m also happy to report that I’m now in the overweight BMI category instead of the obese one. Soon, I’ll be in the normal weight range. *Soon*.

My birthday was six days ago and I pigged out. And it was awesome. I won’t go into the delicious details because I can already feel the judgment, haha. Still, after I ate a lot, I treated the rest of the week as I normally do. I worked out and ate right. I did a lot of ab workouts and strength training and let me tell you, Sore City USA. I won’t lie, I kind of love this feeling. As mentioned before, I have lower back problems and I was worried when I started to feel pain. I realized it’s just sore from doing workouts I normally don’t do. I feel like a little kid in awe after finding out how things work.

Tomorrow, my husband I are headed to the beach and I’m so excited! Although I still dread wearing a swimsuit, I know it fits a little better. Also, now that I know I’m doing something about my health/weight, I feel more confident. Oh and screw anyone who judges those who are overweight.

Alright, I think I’ve given you a good enough update because really, that’s all I have to say right now. I really hope you guys are doing well and having an incredible weekend so far!!

So tired. So worth it?

I’ve decided to work out three times a week for at least 40-50 minutes and then do strength training on my “free” days. I feel like my body may need more food since I’m on a 1200 calorie diet. I’m not too sure. I worked out a lot last week, didn’t cheat, and only lost a pound. I’m not sure if that’s how it’s going to be from this point on, but it’s a bit discouraging.

Does anyone have any thoughts on this? Am I not eating enough? Am I not doing the proper workouts?

Slow going

Yet another week has gone by and I’m only down 1.1 lbs. I’d like to go back to losing two pounds a week, please! I’ve decided to keep personalizing my menu and just go back to the week one mentality.

As weeks have gone on, I’ve been saying yes to more things and that’s not okay. I know I won’t be eating Jenny food for the rest of my life, but while I am, I need to stick to the plan. I’ve also decided to work out three times a week switching up with cardio, abs, and weights.

Other changes I’ve made are drinking 100% fruit juice and smoothies. Sometimes I feel so overwhelmed with the amount of food I have left to eat and seriously, eating should never be a burden.

It’s my birthday in 6 days and I can’t believe I’ll be 30. Do you ever just think about where you thought you’d be and where you currently are? Dwelling in the past is never a good idea, but sometimes, it’s a nice reminder that those things are still possible.

Here’s to another week of becoming a better me.

Progress pic gone wrong?

So I’m a bit discouraged, which yes, is normal and happens to all of us. I took a progress pic a month ago. Then I decided to take one yesterday and it looks like I’ve gained weight. Now, before you ask all the obvious questions…

  1. I was wearing the same sports bra;
  2. I was wearing the same pair of shorts;
  3. I was using the same camera;
  4. I was in the same background;
  5. I didn’t pig out before;
  6. And nooo, it’s not muscle. Dear goodness, it’s not muscle.

I’ve stuck with the same diet and I’ve been working out more if anything. The only thing I can think of is that I’m not doing enough abs workouts as before. I just thought my stomach would stay the same and not look like I was re-headed to Love Handle City USA.

Any thoughts?