Thursday, April 11, 2013

Weight Update

Like I've mentioned before. I have joined Weight Watchers. I've been a member since February 14th, 2013.

 Many people think this is a waste of money. That once you have the information, there is no point in paying about $45 a month just to weigh-in. However, I definitely feel differently. I do weigh-in once a week, on Thursdays and then sit through a half-hour long meeting. They write down my weight, keep it private if I gain, and celebrate if I lose- especially if it is a milestone loss.

I've loss my first five pounds, my 5% goal, and my second five pounds. So, in all I've lost 10.2 pounds! Would I have lost weight without Weight Watchers?! I absolutely do not think so!

Having a weekly meeting hanging over my head does help me make better decisions and I've been able to drastically reduce my portion sizes and eat until satisfied, not stuffed. I love the humor at my meetings and the fun in being surrounded by like-minded people.

I would definitely suggest Weight Watchers to anyone who wants to lose weight in a healthy way. I believe that if you follow the program like intended that the weight will come off, and stay off. Even if you stop tracking points religiously. I don't feel like you have to stay in the program forever and I don't feel like it is a fad diet. I still eat what I want- I seriously do. I just don't eat four servings of everything. You learn to appreciate flavors and to increase intake of fruits and veggies.

Like I said, I've lost a little over 10 pounds, so I'm super happy! My leader suggested that I set a new goal of 15 pounds which is totally doable!! :D I'm looking forward to meeting my new goal and integrating working out into my routine.


Wednesday, April 10, 2013

And Baby Makes Three.

And by baby I mean kitty.

Meet Kiki!

 We went to the ASPCA one day to pick up a kitten. I was very emotional that day and ended up crying twice while at the pound.

One lady was giving up her dog. I just can't grasp reaching a point where I would give up an animal. I very strongly believe that animals are a part of your family once you adopt them. You don't drop your son off somewhere. For all that owner knows, that dog is going straight to its death!

Anyway, I digress, we went looking for a kitten. We wanted to start our own little family with an adorable little ball of fur. The woman told us that they didn't have any kittens, so did we even want to bother looking? Are you kidding me?! Like I'm EVER going to pass on a chance to hang out with some cool cats. :) So we went to the little trailer that is not attached to the building at all.

The second we walked in, all the cats woke up and were throwing themselves at the cages, trying to get pet. It made me sooooo sad. I'm used to cats being such independent, stuck-up snobs who don't need anyone. I couldn't fathom how lonely those cats were to be soooo eager for human contact.

I instantly was drawn to this giant male cat who was just beautiful and of course he was taken. No problem. I should have known, plus this way I know at least one of those cats had a home.

So we are looking at the cats and petting them all and spending time with them all. This particular trailer had some younger cats who weren't quite mature but weren't kittens. Did I get one of those cats? Nope.

I go to the last cage in the corner of the trailer, bottom row. And there is a beautiful, mostly white calico with GIANT GIANT GIANT blue eyes. Wow, those eyes! I stick my hand in to pet her and you know what she does? She licks me! I loved her! Her information said that her name was Absinthe and that she was two years old (the oldest cat in the trailer!), declawed in the front, and that her previous owner had had her for almost a year and then had 'decided' that she was allergic to the cat. Are you kidding me?!

I start thinking about our white couch and how great it would be to get a white cat whose hair won't show up on it. Her being declawed was also a big bonus because she wouldn't tear it up.

After much fighting and a lot of whining, we finally got Kiki into a cat carrier and filled out her paperwork then took her home. On the way home, her pitiful meowing and scary tearing up of the box forced me to let her out. She realized she was in a car, freaked out, climbed onto my shoulder, and panted the rest of the way home.

For the first hour or so she stayed under the bed. Then, as you can see, we managed to get her to play.

So, that's the story of how I went to the ASPCA to get a kitten and ended up getting the oldest cat they had!

                                    Lexy (and Kiki)