Thursday, July 24, 2008

Not beating myself up over not beating myself

238.2. Here I am again. I've done a LOT of bike riding, even more so because my car's in the shop, so those last few things I've done by car have succumbed to the bike, and days where I wouldn't have felt like riding I was forced to anyway. The car's out of the shop today; after work I go to pick it up.

But still, it was a good thing, in terms of this. It's forced me to re-evaluate how much i drive, how lazy i get, and how easily lazy I get. I've been cooking for myself, too -- not eating out has saved me money and pounds. But I'm still in a high stress time, and I still find myself eating to combat the stress. The answer isn't to wait until the high stress eases off. The answer is to deal with it better.

Still, my ego was bruised at the tri last weekend, and that's kind of a good thing. Yeah, I finished, but i didn't beat myself. That's the thing about things like Triathlons. My tri buddy Jen commented last week that i still beat her in time, but that's not what i was going for. As far as I'm concerned, she beat me, because she beat herself. I remember doing cross country running in high school (and track team people were the same about this): the ultimate opponent in any race is yourself. It doesn't matter if you were first or last: if you beat yourself, you've won, and if you didn't -- i don't want to say you've lost, but at the same time... ugh. That's what's getting me. I didn't beat myself. But I'm not beating myself up over it. I just didn't hit an unwritten goal.

So here I am, working out better after this race than before it. Go figure.

Monday, July 14, 2008

2nd Gig Blues: Free Your Mind

OK, numbers first --I'm still hovering around 240, so weightloss hasn't been a priority lately. I ran the Danskin Triathlon this weekend, and I finished almost exactly with the same time 1:47:20 as I did last year (1:46:51), but with improvements and disappointments.

Improvements and disappointments:
  • I shaved off about 3 minutes from my transition time.
  • I massively improved on the swim. Part of that can be attributed to the fact that we weren't swimming against the wind this year, but still. Still,I shaved 2 minutes off my time, putting my swim rank in the top 28% overall (up from being in the top half last year), and the top 20 percent of my age class. So, I really improved in the swim, and I think I'll attribute that to really concentrating on staying on course, and not starting off so hard that I poop out a quarter of the way through.
  • On the record, I only improved my bike run by 10 seconds, but my chain fell while upshifting, and got stuck in the spot between the front chainring and the crank. That took about 1:30 to repair, plus about a half minute of regaining my momentum. So had this not happened, at the pace I was at, i would have improved greately. And I'm still a bicycling badass, in the top 11% overall and top 12% of my age class. In fact, at least a few women spotted me at the end and told me they though I was an awesome cyclist, which was a bit of a rush. So I bet I would have finished in the top 10% (which was my goal) if not for mechanical failure. I hope I inspired others, as we climbed hills together, as I told them, "Keep Pushing" or my favorite, "Uphill and against the wind! Are we loving this, girls?" There was one woman whose gear kept clicking clicking clicking and I learned by overhearing another telling her, "Downshift and then shift back up, you'll expend too much energy trying to pedal like that!" It was good advice, and the woman followed it. It was advice I was about to give myself, but I didn't want to come of f as too know it all. That advice giving woman taught me there's no such thing. Advice given with a true heart is not a bad idea-- the recipient can either take it or leave it.
  • OK, all that gain in the transition and the swim was lost on the run. I was up by 3 1/2 minutes this year, but at least I still ran (if you want to call what I did running, OK) the whole thing, which was my goal. I did not walk a step. I have to figure when you weight 20 pounds more than you did the last time you did this, you're going to be slower on the run. But I still ran it.

OK, here it is. I just didn't train as hard for this year as I did for last year. For one thing, I've been super busy, and had the accompanying stress. Just this past week, I was considering blowing off the tri, dealing with a major financial setback (the transmissions on BOTH our cars went kaput this week) but ol DH said, no, you need to do this. And so I did and I'm glad, even though I didn't show an overall marked improvement. I had Second Gig Ever Curse. Last year, I used a band analogy to describe the waiting for the race to start, this year's band analogy will be used as an excuse for my performance. Let's face it, I did it last year, was quite pleased with myself, and didn't take the second gig as seriously. As a result, results were not as satisfactory. Those numbers posted in the run are the kick in the ass I need.
That's my problem with weightloss in general. I get a little success, I get cocky, and then I get lazy. Look at my photo this year -- I even know, on that bus, that this year I didn't deliver with my whole heart. Although, that last stretch of the run, my heart was the only thing that kept me going. In fact, God bless the women who had En Vogue's "Free Your Mind" blaring from a boombox at the last turnaround. I belted it out with em, using George Clinton's original lyrics -- Free your mind and your ass will follow.

A few other highlights, musically and otherwise:
  • Every heat gets an inspirational word from Sally Edwards, that you should chant to yourself. This year, my heat's word was "The Best." As in, "I am The Best Swimmer." "I am The Best Cyclist." "I am The Best Runner." However, all I could think of was the scene in Men In Black, where Will Smith is being recruited, and he's in the room with all those military guys, and they're asked, "Do you know why you are here?" and they answer correctly, "Because we are The Best of The Best of The Best! Sir!" and Will Smith is laughing and going, "Yeah, these guys are cracking me up with all this best of the best of the best stuff and they don't even know why the heck they're here, really." And then i remembered that the reason Smith is ultimately chosen is that, in addition to being street smart, he also chased a major bug through Manhattan on foot, and that's what i had to imagine myself doing if I was going to finish this race. Yes, Sally, *I* am The Best of The Best of The Best! Sir! I laughed all the way to the finish line.
  • My pals Jennifer and Peg improved on their times, and i was secretly jealous of them for that.
  • This race, however, has got to figure out parking. Normally, everybody parks at Dairyland Greyhound Park (a few miles away, but can accomodate 5,000 racers and their families a lot better than the Kenosha Rec Plex, which is kind of a sad statistic), and then you catch a shuttle to the race, and then afterwards, you catch a shuttle back to Dairyland, and then drive your car to the Outlet Mall, catch a shuttle back to the Rec Plex, and then ride your bike the one mile to the mall. I know this sounds convoluted, but it worked. This year, they cut out the shuttles from the mall. So where were you supposed to park to get your bike out of transition? We ended up on the greass out in the country, and without instructions to tell me otherwise, I managed to flag down a sympathetic shuttle driver, because nobody else seemed to know what was going on. Not the Kenosha Police (and I have too many friends in the Kenosha Punk scene to have a fundamental respect for them to begin with, but I've tried to give them the benefit of the doubt and they once again have lived up to their reputation of cluelessness. One more strike, Kenosha Blue, and you're out.). Not even the guy in a van marked "Kenosha Rec Plex." WTH? Huge event at your facility and you know nothing? Whassup with that? And I will whine about the Kenosha hospitality industry on my other blog.
  • The above is really sad, because it put a major damper on an otherwise wonderful event and day. OK, I didn't finish as well as I would have liked, but I still finished, i still did something practically everybody else I know drops their jaw over ("Half a Mile swim? I'd quit right there") and I still improved my times on some things, despite a 20 pound weight gain this year.
  • Oh, please, for the love of all that's holy, please no horrid nu-country music or sappy R&B or worst of all, "Eye of the Tiger" while I'm crossing the finish line, and my prayers were answered. I got some unidentifiable, but unmistakably Gay Bar Music! Yes! 120 BPM, high energy, wailing female vocals, where's-my-amyl-nitrite, DANCE MUSIC! Yes! Followed by YMCA! Thank you Jesus!
  • I will mention the wonderful Crocs shoe company, not because I love their shoes, but because they sponsor an ice bath foot soak for athletes, that pretty much ensured that my plantar fasciatis would not kick in so nasty the next day. God bless 'em. They pretty much justify their existence for that ice bath, and I was only happy to say so on video for them.

OK, so that's this year's tri. I'm glad it did it again, and I'm doing it next year. I will shake the 2nd Gig Blues, and I will Free My Mind, and my ass will indeed follow.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

The New Scale Works!

And it says 237.6, which, while up from last week (and that was a number I really didn't believe anyway), is still down from this massive upswing I've had over the past few months, and it's also a number i can trust. It was'nt five pounds different an hour earlier, or even five minutes earlier. I like it.

I've admittedly been off-kilter from detox, but the detox weeks accomplished what they meant to: they sort of broke my dependence on all these morning treats and massive eating all the time i was doing. I'm not so hungry all the time anymore; i can actually think about really trying to do this again, get back on the wagon, and train for this triathlon.

That's all for now. The new scale works!

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

My Scale's Not Working Right!

Well, isn't that usually what people say when the number is too high? No, my number was way too low this morning. It said I lost 17 pounds since last week. As I did not undergo liposuction, I'm pretty sure it's wrong.

I wish I could trust my scale. It's a digital scale, and i've had it for at least five years, and maybe it's dying. Because when i weighed in this morning, it said, 223 pounds. I'd love to believe that, but I know for a fact I did not drop 17 pounds last week. Fat Flush notwithstanding, nobody drops that much weight in a week. Then an hour later, it said 235.2, which is what I'll post for this week, but that's still a 5 pound drop. Not as ridiculous, but given the fluctuation on what the scale says (and that's a 20 pound fluctuation), I can't trust it. Another scale is on the way from A mazon.

I know that there's a lot of people who believe one should just throw out the scale, but I need an objective metric with which to measure my success or what's working for me and what isn't. And if I can't count on my tool, that just throws everything out the window. So I can't wait for the new scale. Betcha you never heard a fat chick say that before, eh?

Meantime, I'm back on the wagon and feeling good. And once again, I'm running the Riverwest Beer Run this Sunday. Yes, it's as preposterous as it sounds. A 1.8-mile race (and there are people who actually RACE it) with four stops, each of which runner down a 12-ounce of barley pop. First person to stagger across the finish line wins. In the spirit of the preposterousness that it is, myself and my friends are doing what we did last year -- running it in evening gowns and tiaras as "Team Prom Queen." Actually, only the two of us are actually running it. The rest are taking it easy. Good for them.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Off and on the wagon

I didn't fall off the detox wagon. I planned to step off gently, and I did. I had lovely whole wheat lemon blueberry pancakes like I predicted i would, and took it easy the rest of the day. And I had a cup of Leon's Butter Pecan Frozen custard on Monday to celebrate the summer-like weather. And Tuesday I got right back on the wagon, and here I am. One pound down anyway.

240, fat percentage down a point to 47. Not bad for the week preceeding Rickshaw Ride.

So I'm back, and feeling good about the control. I hate that i have to be this conscious about it, but I've kvetched about this before.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Week One of Detox

... and it's going well, not just because I dropped 3 pounds (that was simply a side effect) but its doing what I intended for it to do: force me to think about everything I eat. It's really odd, but cutting out an entire food group (refined carbs) really got me thinking about all the crap I randomly eat without even thinking about it, and how much crap it really is. A couple of days ago i had the classic carb withdrawl headaches, but now i'm past them, and the meals are seeming really filling. I remember feeling this way the last time I did this.

I have to admit though, I'm a bit unclear what I'm going to do this Sunday, when we have a pile of people over to watch Indycar racing, (especially since I traditionally make whole wheat lemon-blueberry pancakes for breakfast for the hardcore race fans who arrive early to watch the Grand Prix of Monaco with us). I think I'll just have to take a day off from it. That's life, and if you can't live life (albeit a carefully planned one), you might as well check out now.

Granted, those blueberry pancakes will follow a massive traditional bike ride.

Anyway, numbers: 241, fat % at 48. It's good to be back following something, but it's better to have numbers that reflect it.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Jump Start

Today (at 245) I started Fat Flush -- phase I, again, not because I need a fad diet, but I need something to force me to think about food. Doing Weight Watchers is too much flexibility, so much that i'm not paying attention to food and why I'm eating it.

I've done Ann Gittleman's Fat Flush before, and though i can't possibly eat that way my whole life (phase III even), I do admit I feel great when I do it. It's not Atkins-style low carb, but Phase I -- which only goes for two weeks --is basically a detox from overprocessed carbohydrates. You basically get some fruit for carbs, and that's it. You pound cranberry water (unsweetened cranberry juice diluted -- which is the only way a normal person can take unsweetened cranberry juice), you pound omega-3 rich foods, you develop a relationship with Flax Oil, and you eat meat and avoid salt. There's more to it than that, but clearly it's a detox rather than a diet plan. Phase II become a diet plan, and you get to eat some more carbs, but they're those ones you really should be eating: non processed carbs, whole grain, stuff like that. It's really a healthy plan, doesn't cut out one food group completely, and it works. I can't do it forever, but i need a jumpstart, and I need something that makes me analyze and plan my eating, beacuse I'm out of control.

Anyway, that's what I've got this week. A Jump start.

Bike to Work week, as I wrote in my regular blog, isn't that big a deal for me simply because I've been biking to work for a couple of months now, and actually a few years during the summer. Still, it's nice to work in a place where I'm not the residetn oddity because I do this.

Two months to the triathlon. I best get a move on, literally.

Monday, May 12, 2008

No numbers progress, but reporting in anyway....

Well, I'm slowly getting my act together. I'm still hovering about 244 pounds, and I think I'm going to do something like Fat Flush or Atkins or some other low-carb thing, not to necessarily lose weight (but that should come with it), but more to get me into a disciplined way of thinking about food again. I'm not paying attention to points, I'm eating on the run, and it's just not working for me here. And it's bumming me out. Today I'm wearing what one year ago, were loose-fitting work pants. They're tight. I feel like crap.

In the meantime, however, on the exercise side, I continue to get my act together.

  • Rarely do i drive to work these days -- and this being Bike to Work Week there's all sorts of little incentives all over town (many of which involve snacks and breakfast treats...) for bicyclists. But half the time I don't even bike to work because of the health benefits. It's more about clearing my head. When I arrive at the office after riding for an hour (or, if I'd gotten sweaty, I hit the shower at the Y) I just seem to work better. It's like I've flushed out a load of poison from my system.

  • I started running last week. I suppose I should get a move on on this, seeing as how i'm running a triathlon in July again. Oh, and the Locust Street Beer run in a few weeks. I admittedly avoided getting started again, because i haven't been a very good girl regarding treatment of my plantar fasciatis, but I've taken steps for that. I have a couple of golf balls in my desk at work (to massage my heels after exercise) and a cold pack in the freezer with my name on it to ice down my feet. This stuff really works -- if you do it!

  • The nice thing about working normal hours is that I can get more trips to the Y in -- I'll ride my bike, and then shower at the Y, and if i get there early enough, i can lift weights for a bit before hitting the shower. Usually during the summer the weightlifting gets cut way back, but this way, I can at least still get some arm work in.

  • Oh, I earned a "Bronze Award" at thePresident's Challenge for Physical Fitness! Not that I'll actually send in for a certificate or anything (I'll wait for Gold....) but still. It's a milestone.


But the "loose" pants are still tight. I know I shouldn't let this get to me, or maybe I should. Well, whether it should or not, it does get to me, so perhaps maybe this is my wake-up call. There's a whole bunch of people on this blog (and others) who don't update all that often, and I suspect that it's because we see no point in going, "same old, same old." Well, I'm going to force myself to write something weekly, even if I don't lose a single damn pound. Maybe that will help me keep my eyes on the prize.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Spending money on fat clothes

OK, numbers: I'm back down (!) to 239.4, so it's down something like 5 from last week, but a net loss over the past two weeks of .4. That's POINT 4, but it's still something.

The catalogs for summer sports clothes are coming in, and last summer i was fantazising about ordering only L or XL for this summer, and ain't gonna happen. I need a few more pairs of bike shorts, but I'm loathe to order any in XXL, because that seems to give me permission to stay here, in the mid 200s, instead of in the low 200s or high 100s, where I wanted to be by now, or certainly during this summer. But I have to remember i had this setback, and I still have to look at it as a setback, not a defeat. Heck, I'm still here, aren't I?

Still. I hate spending money on fat clothes.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

No matter what...


Seen on my Easter Sunday Bike Ride
Originally uploaded by V'ron.
No matter what happens, no matter how crappy the weather is, I ALWAYS take my bike out on Easter Sunday for its shakedown cruise for the year, and this year was no exception. OK, fine, we got 12 inches of snow on Good Friday. OK, fine, Saturday was COLD. Sunday actually was a great day to be out on a bike. The streets were clear, actually they were dry, and it's just, as you can see, not the scenery I expected on my Annual Easter Sunday Shakedown Bike Ride. But I do it, no matter what.

And that's how i've got to think about this weightloss thing, that I have to keep at it, No Matter What, because i'm up 5 pounds this week, and I'll attribute that to tons of candy and the delicious pork roast i made and all the eating out i did this prior week. What a bummer, waking up after Easter and seeing that scale jump. But instead, I remember that I went out on easter, no matter what, and i have to keep this up, no matter what. Back to the food journal, back to routine.

Numbers: 244.2, fat percentage 48. But here's something -- I measured for the first time in weeks, and maybe there's an inch in my arms, but all the weight is in my waist and hips. The thighs didn't even get bigger. This is somewhat heartening, and at the same time, well there you go. Straight to the hips, as the old saying goes.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

There's something to be said for routine

Honestly, I didn't not post last week because I was chicken. I genuinely was busy. As a matter of fact, last week was I lost -- 242 (down 1) -- and this week i'm at 239.8 (down another 2.2). I'm really attributing this to getting back on a regular workout schedule, because, still, my eating habits aren't the best. I'm kind of tracking my food, but only on work days. It's a nice boost to feel like I'm back on track, not stuck on this upward spiral into the 240s that my body seems to want to settle to. Sometimes i fear, is 240+ that weight that I've read about, that place my body really wants to be, and is it going to be a struggle for the rest of my life NOT to be there? Or will i hit some place, like the high 100s, and be stuck there for awhile? Honestly, being stuck in the 180s would not kill me. But being stuck in the 240s like i was in the past few months was really getting on me. I felt awful, I felt FAT, my clothes were tight, I felt uncomfortable standing up, sitting down, my back hurt if i had to stand for more than 20 minutes. It sucked. And somehow, getting out of this right now seems to have lifted a weight that's much more than 5 pounds.

Plus, the bike is coming out. I normally do my shakedown cruise on Easter, but there's no big bummer than feeling like a long ride and then discovering some awful bug that prevents it from being so. Last Saturday was a lovely day out, so I rode about 5 minutes, realized i needed a lube on my chain, and went back out. Have a few more things to tweak on my bike, but I'll be ready for my Easter Ride. The weather may not cooperate. It's supposed to snow this weekend, but the thing about my Easter Ride is that I ALWAYS do it, no matter what the weather. One year I did it in 20 degree crappy rainy yuckieness. And it looks like I'll do it this year in crappy wet yuckieness as well. but I will still do it.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Executive Challenges

Numbers. 243, up 1.5. I'd like to blame this on riding the rickshaw, which I just climbed on this morning, but I didn't work out so much this week (I had the car in the shop and it was a challenge to get to the Y) but I also ate stupidly as well. This needs to be the week that I really track and pay attention to the food tracking, despite the cases of Girl Scout Cookies that have contaminated my house, which present a challenge in and of themselves. . (Caramel Delights are very good frozen, and the exgtra effort it requires to chew them frozen does assist in stopping one from downing a whole box in one sitting.)

In other news, I've just joined the President's Challenge on Physical Fitness. Gosh, I remember the President's Physical Fitness award from when i was a kid. You had to run, jump, sit up, pull up and throw a softball. Yeah, like President Johnson did any of this. You had to score in the 85th percentile to get the patch, and I would have done it if it hand't been for that dang "Flexed Arm Hang." It was sort of the substitute for good old fashioned pull ups. You'd see your classmates hanging there like it was the test of life or something.

Anyway, that's all changed. Now just if you even try, you can get an award. And you don't have to be a kid. We're doing this at work now, and it's basically an online activity tracker/logger, but still, I like the attitude. I think when I was a kid, there was this understanding that some kids were athletes, and some kids weren't and that was that and there was nothing you could do about it. In fact, you had to be in the top 15% to be considered for this "award" and that kind of discouraged "regular" kids from even thinking about themselves as active people.

Anyway, here's the link to get set up. As you may know, Dubya isn't exactly my favorite president, but it's still a challenge, and right now Florida is leading the pack in the challenge. Oy.


EDITED TO ADD: Oh, doh doh DOH! Huge! I registered for the Danskin Triathlon last night. Jen has our motel room booked (again, it's not the Ritz-Carlton, but we just need a place to flop the night before after a hard day of registering and outlet mall shopping.) It was tempting to register for the New England race, just so I could tell people I swam in Lake Chaubunagongamaug, but that's not a good enough reason to book tickets to the east coast.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Damn, I'm fat

But at least I'm not as fat as I was last week. I'm actually down two pounds, but that's down to 241.5. Ugh. Oh, it's just water weight, blah blah blah and today, as I got my picture taken for the employee directory at my new job, I'm looking at the proofs, and it was the wake up call.

"Jesus Holy Christ, I'm fat."

It's not like I wasn't fat at 218 or 211 or whatever I was starting to feel good about all this at. But this was the wake up week. That fat picture staring back at me. My smile was even fat. My favorite clothes aren't fitting me. But then I clicked on Akkasha's page. Remember Akkasha? She lost something like 250 pounds, but it wasn't easy. And it wasn't without a few times of faling off the wagon. OK, so I gained back almost all the weight I lost. So did Akkasha at one point, but I go to her for inspiration because she just picked up the pieces and got right back on, and now she feels and looks great.

I think it's helping that I'm starting to establish and follow a good routine. I've got a way to get a workout in every day. I wasn't doing that so much the past few months, and it showed. I didn't really change my eating habits this past week, simply put the daily workout back in and that accounted for a two pound loss right there. And when the weather gets warmer, I'll be back on my bike to get to and from work, which is instant workout right there.

So I'm clawing my way out of this hole I've dug for myself. OK. Damn, I'm fat.

Friday, February 01, 2008

No, really, I'm back. This Time For Sure

Now I'm really back. OK, now I can speak freely. I paid absolutely no attention to weight loss these past two months, so it would be hypocritical to write about it. Fact is, I gained. And now I can talk about it.

I was in the interview process (which in my field can go for two months) and I got the offer this week. I turned in my resignation at my current job (where I've been for a decade!) and now I can finally talk. I was afraid to post here because I lay my emotions bare on this weightloss blog, and I didn't want to risk anybody finding out that I was interviewing.

But yeah. Here's the thing. In the past bunch of months I started realizing more and more that I'm in the wrong industry. It started to come into focus (pun intended) when I project managed that art opening. For a while I had a nagging feeling (bordering on resentment) that I wasn't where I needed to be. And that wasn't fair to my current employer (who's always been good to me), and I was loaded with conflicting feelings and guess how I took that out?

Well, put it this way. I'm back up to 235 -- where I started this journey. And I hadn't really made much progress in the months preceeding. I had to buy a whole new interview suit because my regular one was really ill-fitting -- I haven't had to wear an interview suit in 10 years! (It was also 10 years out of date, and it *looked* so 1997 that I couldn't have possibly have shown up for an interview with a cool employer located in the artsy refurbished warehouse district smack off the set of Thirtysomething and … well that's just an excuse. It could have been some smashing Stella McCartney or DKNY ensemble and it would have been wrong because it didn't fit.

But after I got The Call, even my husband noticed that my muscles finally loosened up. And I'm now ready to re-claim my plan. 2007 was certainly a year of rediscovery, as one of my commenters noted. I ran a triathlon, I had a successful art opening, I'm gettting freelance writing articles published in the MSM, and now, I got this new job that's going to allow me to leverage both my business skills with my artistic background. And maybe I had to go through all of this. I found myself, ever since Wednesday (the day I got The Call -- which, truth be told, was actually The Email, but the 20th century "call" just seemed more dramatic) not reaching for food every ten seconds to pass the time.

The lesson learned here, though, is that I still haven't cured the fact that I STILL use food as an (ultimately ineffective) stress relieving tool. It's not even effective short term. It satisfies a moment, rather than nourishes. I have work to do. And not just at the new job.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

OK, I'm back.

OK, I'm back.

I had a very stressful December and totally bailed out on any weightloss. And I hardly worked out at all. So of course I gained even more weight than I'm already up.

I've decided that 2007 was a lost year when it came to weightloss, but a majorly found year when it came to myself. My weight wasn’t stopping me from doing things I wanted to do, but it's stopping myself from being comfortable in my own skin. And at 234, this isn't some esoteric thing. My pants are tight. My cute clothes that I went out and bought 20 pounds ago aren't so cute. I have a few outfits I can wear to work.

Oh, how I hate new year's resolutions, but I might as well jump on the bandwagon, chop this up into workable pieces, and get back to work. I'm going to take an "agile" approach, set a short term-goal, evaluate what it took to get to it, and then re-evaluate when I get there.

No timeline, just a goal. Just back to 218, my pre-Sammy pregnancy weight, the place where I started to get out of control.