Category Archives: Obstacle

I know, I know. I’ve been a bad neglectful hobbit. You know how when it rains, it pours? Yeah. It really does. So, I broke a tooth, got a root canal, had a problem with it, got a whole bunch of cavities filled, and we bought a house. Lessons here? Don’t let years go by without visiting a dentist and sometimes buying a house can be similar to getting dental work done. The folks we bought from were, well, most unhobbit like. So, now we are in the process of tearing up the place to get ready for the move in late may. Best part of all this though? The new house has a nice kitchen, especially after we reno it up a little in there. The reno’s will have to wait but no reason why we can’t start thinking about something new for hungry hobbit.

I’ve been thinking about doing the occasional cooking video for hungry hobbit. Would that be fun? Would other folks about the shire like to watch some hardcore hobbit recipes being put together? Let me know! Maybe I can start looking into cameras, suggestions are always welcome for those. I don’t know much about video blogging yet.

So yes, sadly, the drought continues for a bit longer until we settle into our new hobbit hole. Although, I see that we are now at 93 followers on twitter. I have a giveaway planned for when we reach 100 followers. So stay tuned, those next seven followers could come along soon and you could have your chance to win something shiny. Details when we get there!

So, its been awhile since I have gone shopping for clothes. I’ve gone in and out of style so many times it just amuses me these days. Well with more and more clothes becoming not suitable for public wear…unless I feel like randomly mooning folks. Which, don’t get me wrong can be loads of fun with the right group of people…though finding said right group is not likely to happen in the middle of a superstore. Belts can only do so much. My mom graciously gave me some shopping spree money to celebrate the progress so far. Today, I finally got around to spending some of it. It is desperately time to shop for a new sports bra. I am currently in agility training with one of my pups, Kaylee. With all the lifting, bouncing and running involved I was starting to find I was letting the wrong puppies free. If you get my meaning…so the journey begins.

First I went to the plus size store I’ve been going to for well, almost a decade now. She measured me up…then informed me they had nothing for me. I am too small around the torso for their sizes. This came as a surprise. Even though I’ve lost all this weight I don’t own a full length mirror and have always preferred my clothes baggy. The impact of it is lost on me I guess. So I left there…kind of weirded out. Since I have a lack of girl friends out here to shop with I’m sort of clueless as to where to proceed next.

I received word that a major clothing store in town was having a sale on all its workout clothing including sport bras. Skeptical that I was in their size range I waffled about going. My husband insisted otherwise, it was near the mobile phone place he wanted to visit anyways so off we went. I arrive to find that all the sport bras left on the rack were small and extra small. No way that miracle was going to happen even at my goal weight. I’m not an itty bitty titty girl sadly. So I was a bit sad. Until my husband and I discovered that some of the tank tops had built in bras. Atleast that meant this week I would have something to deal with the houdini puppies issue. Atleast until I figure out another place to brave getting a sports bra from (I sort of ran away in fear from la vie en rose simply due to new size fear). Then my husband points out the workout pants, and the cute shirt that could go over top…and then what do I think about that hoodie? Well with all these cute things before us…then loomed the big question.

What size?

In the past these things would not have fit me even at their largest. So this was a bit of a nailbiter for me. I grab an xxlarge, xlarge, and large (after some prompting). In the change room, as usual, I avoid looking in the full length until the clothes are on. I decide just for a lark to try on the large first…and to my shock, it fit. It fit attractively. I look in the mirror sideways and realize for the first time that I actually am thinner. It was kind of a shock really. The other shock being I actually liked the pink shirt a lot…but that’s another story. So the wii fit wasn’t lying to me, I actually have gone from omg obese to meh overweight. I will be sure to take back the things I said about its mother later. I will never be the svelte things my more celtic inspired sisters are, they get that from their dad. Hence my more hobbit like look but atleast I’m on my way to being a sexay hobbit! So I walked out of there with a tank top, shirt with reflective stuff for walks (which my other pup Godric adores), yoga pants (I have a cute butt! Who knew?), and a hoodie for cooler weather most of which was a size large. All for just 50.00…oh yeah. Still I felt indulgent getting all those workout clothes, after all I had a perfectly good t-shirt I have had for a decade and such. Husband has informed me this was not acceptable workout gear. Apparently cuteness is now required with working out. That and moisture wicking…pfft. New fangled clothing technology.

After all that, I walked away simply shocked. Today, I actually shopped for clothing in a regular store and didn’t even buy the biggest size available. With all my focus on food and numbers I kind of forgot that meant I was actually shrinking. I mean really, who loses clothing sizes eating poutine, deep dish pizza, potato skins, sliders, sloppy joes, blackberry tarts, lembas, etc? Heh, I guess hungry hobbits do. Go figure. Now to get over my fear of those clothing stores and their regular sized clothes. I’m not a clothes horse by any means. Most malls make me want to run away screaming within 30 minutes. This will be challenging but in a good way right? I so need a hobbit t-shirt.

When I shop, I try to shop about two weeks worth of food. It’s a budget thing and a menu planning thing. I find two weeks works best, the exception being a quick fresh fruit and veg visit somewhere in the middle. I love the fact that I spend only about 150.00 every two weeks, often less than that and eat such tasty low calorie foods.

Usually when I’m shopping the other shoppers behind me or even the cashier will either remark on their amazement over the low cost or will show some interest in the items I pick up. Always a positive thing and ofcourse I never hesitate to answer any questions.

Today was the first time I caught someone smirking. She looked me over, looked over my things, and everytime a low fat this or low cal that caught her eye she snorted and smirked. I snuck a glance at her skinny mini physique and her horde of potato chips, pop, etc. I could almost hear what was crossing her mind…that whole “lot of good that seems to be doing you.”. I really dislike people like that. I so wanted to say to her “Sure, I may not be skinny like you but I’ve lost 17 pounds over the past two months…and will continue to do so. Every good piece of art has a work in progress stage honey.” but I do dislike a scene.

Sheesh…the good thing about the experience was that it made me actually stop and go…omg…I’ve lost 17 pounds. I needed that. It’s good to take stock like that once and awhile…even if it was because of some rude smirking lady.

So according to my challenge I need to lose about 2.2 pounds a week. This week I’m a bit off track. Damn. This could be due to that workout calories snafu. This means I have to make this up somewhere along the road. What sucks is that tomorrow we are leaving for a few days to take a nice little mini break. Which means I’ll be away from my nice cozy portion controlled kitchen and out there fending for myself in the wild world of free range tasty foods for three days.
Not good.
I’m going to try to pack us some nice portion controlled lunches but since this is a bed and breakfast we are staying at…well…things might get tough.
I’m also going to be away from my precious workout equipment. Maybe I can pack the resistance bands and still get some workout in?
There has to be a way to take a mini break but still keep everything on track.
Even with that gourmet hotdog place I’m eyeing. They have eight kinds of gourmet hotdog! I want to be able to say I’ve had a gourmet hotdog dammit!