Friday Fun: Curse out your stall!!!

YOURE A STUPID STUPID STALL, I've been stuck in the 270-275 range for 3 weeks and it makes me sad . Can't I just lose like 5 more pounds before my husband comes home? PLEASE, I'm only 5 weeks out from surgery and lost 30 (I KNOW!) pounds in the first 2 weeks but, I wanted you to continue to WOW me and you have been failing me

LET ME LOSE SOMETHING!

The gravitational force exerted by the 230s is profoundly and exponentially more sucky (pun intended of course because you know, gravity sucks!) than any other 10 pound increment!

You suck 230s -- you suck, out loud, with a straw, at a decibel that makes a jack hammer sound like crickets chirping. I know that when I kiss you goodbye, I will not regret seeing you in my rearview mirror at all, AND I'll be sure to slam the door on you on the way out!

Thanks Nik, I do have some things to say.

(deep breath)

Oh, you stupid, stupid stall you know exactly where you can go.  I broke through you once and thought all was right with the world, but all too quickly you grabbed hold again.  You are not welcome and I despise you!!

I curse you for playing with my head.  For making me wonder if I'm done losing at 8 months, when I know I'm not.  For making me consider cutting back my calories, when I know I shouldn't.  For making me feel guilty and like a failure, when I have no reason to feel that way.

I will not let you win!!!  One way or another, you'll break eventually and then I will never look back!!!

Wow, that did feel pretty theraputic.   :)

Alright you dumb stall, I've had about enough of it ~ time for you to move along and let me move along, 3 weeks we have been hanging out and you have really overstayed your welcome, so scoot scadaddle now!!! 

Silly Plateau...
    You think you've got me.  You like to tease me with a sudden 3 lb drop only to give me a 3 lb gain a few days later.  This bouncing between 144 and 147.. well, it's getting old.  I say you've been working too hard.. take a vacation.  Come back and do your thing again in like 12 more lbs.  Then you can hang out forever and maybe we can even be friends. 
  Until then.. may the fleas of 1000 camels infest your armpits.   Err.. if you had armpits.. 

                     Thanks,
                          Your future friend,
                                        Samantha

Too funny Samantha!  Well, since it's YOUR stall, I say you can give it armpits.
That ought to send it running!  To my stall........I did not invite you to my party,
you envious, callous, jealous, petty witch.  You won't steal my joy or my
thunder, so hang out there in the corner and practice your self-loathing.
Me, I've got some LOSERS to hang out with!  We know how to rock!

heheheh....fleas of 1000 camels...

From prior WLS = this is the conversation I'd have with both my plateau and scale:

I'd ease up to the scale, all friendly - prepared to see the number I'd been dreaming of in a puffy clouds, rainbows and bubbles world...greet my best friend with a smile...it's been a while since we've seen each other huh - "you really didn't mean to lie to me last week now did you?? such a pretty scale, all shiny and clean - momma even cleaned you didn't, i"...

I step up...close my eyes...will myself NOT to breathe, peak beneath the lids and....sigh

"MOTHER !@#$%^...Son of a !@#$%....Lying piece of !@#$%...you are in co-hoots with the dreaded, must I say it out loud? "  is the blastphamy that comes from my lips...Perhaps if I whisper it, it will decide to behave p l a t e a u....NO!!!!  I must break up this friendship now!  The scale and the plateau cannot be friends, not now, not ever!

I take a deep sigh, step off the scale and repeat the process -  hoping and even praying that perhaps it was just a fluke...nope - they are definately bossom buddies!

Then I'd boycott the scale for another week...and it would be a vicious cycle...always four letter words and thoughts of violence towards my old friend the scale.  The problem is - after the first surgery and last plateau I never broke up the friendship...all was gained then some.

I hit the dreaded three week stall and had a nice friendly conversation with both the scale and it's sister nemesis the scale...and no four letter words came out....give me another few months and see where the next plateau takes me!  I may be hijacking your thread Nik!

I don't understand you....I do EVERYTHING right.....I exercise, i low carb.....i havent tasted pasta or bread in over 7 months....i have no frikkin clue if I dum*****t as I have FOLLOWED the rules....YET, you nasty, evil scale  .....you say, ha......you can follow all the rules you want but you will NEVER get out of the 160's  ........I don't care that you have been there for almost 2 months now.....I am in control   ....YET you evil stall (and scale)  .....my clothes get looser, people think I am losing weight.....why, would you say.....cause MY BODY is getting smaller even if you the silly number doesnt change....so I say, F YOU stall, F you!   and back at you too damn scale! 

Okay.....that felt good....almost as good as the running I am doing at the gym.....

Thanks I needed that.  Whew. 

~~~Jennifer

Ok plateau from hell, I will admit that I am far from 100% perfect, but I just want to lose 15 more pounds. GEEZ, is that too much to ask? Why is it I can gain 6 or 7 pounds in a few days if I eat alot of carbs, but it takes 2 or 3 weeks to lose that same 7 pounds? I don't care that I am 2 years out. I don't care that I am "older" (thanks mom for that by the way)and it may take me longer. My sweetie just had the bypass in August is dropping the weight quickly and getting the "wow, you look hot/great" comments and there I stand with the saggy skin and the same extra 20 pounds staring at me. I want to feel good about my weight loss again. DARN YOU! I want my old restriction back. I want to dump from too many carbs again. I want that slap on the head from the food god telling me to "stop that!" I want the scale to move down again. How do I get a skinny sister who can eat EVERYTHING and not gain a pound and I get the big german girl genes and gain 10 pounds from a roll? I bet Heidi Klum doesn't have that problem. Darn you stall. I hate you. I detest you......now where is my yogurt.
P.S. - this is peanutinpa, not MedPig.......I am using his computer <evil grin>