"I've decided that perhaps I'm bulimic and just keep forgetting to purge."

-- Paula Poundstone

Monday, September 20, 2010

Inspire me

If you’re here for inspiration, I still ain’t got it.

This week’s weigh-in: Zero.

I guess it’s good that the gain stopped, but it’s far from ideal.

I’ve just really struggled since everything turned so screwy over the summer.

Since the first week of July, our son has had maybe three instances where he has stayed in his bed the whole night.

I don’t like to use that as an excuse, but I’m exhausted. I never realized how much a good night’s sleep was contributing to my weight loss success until that consistency was shot.

I’m still struggling with Dad’s death. Last week, “Free Bird,” which they played at his funeral, came on the radio, and I bawled all the way to work.

Anyway, this is life. No one’s situation is perfect.

But I have to find ways to rise above it all and find happiness. I know people who are.

Former work friend Jim has lost about 50 pounds the last I heard. New work pal Alan has joined an adult baseball league.

I have a couple of friends who are taking steps to find a better job.

Tifany, my best friend from home, is training for a half-marathon.

And my mom bought her first home computer so she can stay in better touch with me and my son. She’s even joined Facebook and is learning to video chat with us.

See, there. Inspiration is around us. Let’s share it with each other.

OK, your turn. Tell me one thing you are doing toward a happier life.

Inspire me

If you’re here for inspiration, I still ain’t got it.

This week’s weigh-in: Zero.

I guess it’s good that the gain stopped, but it’s far from ideal.

I’ve just really struggled since everything turned so screwy over the summer.

Since the first week of July, our son has had maybe three instances where he has stayed in his bed the whole night.

I don’t like to use that as an excuse, but I’m exhausted. I never realized how much a good night’s sleep was contributing to my weight loss success until that consistency was shot.

I’m still struggling with Dad’s death. Last week, “Free Bird,” which they played at his funeral, came on the radio, and I bawled all the way to work.

Anyway, this is life. No one’s situation is perfect.

But I have to find ways to rise above it all and find happiness. I know people who are.

Former work friend Jim has lost about 50 pounds the last I heard. New work pal Alan has joined an adult baseball league.

I have a couple of friends who are taking steps to find a better job.

Tifany, my best friend from home, is training for a half-marathon.

And my mom bought her first home computer so she can stay in better touch with me and my son. She’s even joined Facebook and is learning to video chat with us.

See, there. Inspiration is around us. Let’s share it with each other.

OK, your turn. Tell me one thing you are doing toward a happier life.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Seriously.

Well, I weighed.

I am up 1 pound from the last time I did that.

You kind folks might very well be witnessing the most pathetic weight loss attempt in history.

I’m not giving up. Here we go again.

Seriously.

Well, I weighed.

I am up 1 pound from the last time I did that.

You kind folks might very well be witnessing the most pathetic weight loss attempt in history.

I’m not giving up. Here we go again.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

One down

My son didn’t care much about my
list so early in the morning.
Well, I did it. I finally marked the first item off My Bucket List.

And it felt spectacular.

The Mackinac Bridge Walk itself (enjoyed, along with the rest of the weekend, in the most perfect weather possible) was 5 miles.

Add another half a mile to and from our parking, and that’s 6.

Add at least 8 miles that we walked the day before on Mackinac Island, and … you’ve got it … we walked about 14 miles in two days. (You’re very good at addition.)

I’m pooped, but still alive to tell about it!

But he’s so much more enthused here.
Can’t you tell?
With me every step of the way were my husband and son, and our friend from Kentucky, Christi. She brought along her husband, daughter and daughter’s best friend.

They drove all this way just to be with me when I marked this adventure off my list.

I am forever grateful. Humbled and grateful.

Several friends have “signed up” to help me mark other milestones off my list, and it means the world to me. I look forward to each one.

I didn’t weigh today, by the way. I just couldn’t make myself.

I am coming off a mental high with the Crim 5K last weekend and the bridge walk yesterday, and to be honest, I just don’t want to ruin that if the number is bad.
I’m so thankful for Christi and her family.

And the number is almost definitely bad. I’ve eaten as much as I’ve walked.

Yes, it’s probably silly to still allow something like a scale to have such an effect on my mood and self-worth, but it does. And I am fearful of what it would have to say right now.

So, I’m breaking the rules and skipping the weigh-in today.

But I’m also going to finally get my fat rump back on track. I have to.

As my husband and I were walking on the island Sunday, he noted how amazed he was at how far I’d walked that day.

Last year, I would have been in a lot of pain and would have complained the whole walk across the island, he said.

Enough said.
He’s right. And that’s only if I would have even tried it in the first place. I probably wouldn’t have.

That moment on the island, and then on the bridge when my toddler son reached out his hand to mine from his stroller, and we held hands for probably half a mile – those were extremely special moments to me.

They’re reminders of why I have to break through this weight loss rut I’ve been in for over two months now.

They’re reminders of why I’m doing this.

We’ve got one life to live, folks. Let’s make the best of it.

One down

My son didn’t care much about my
list so early in the morning.
Well, I did it. I finally marked the first item off My Bucket List.

And it felt spectacular.

The Mackinac Bridge Walk itself (enjoyed, along with the rest of the weekend, in the most perfect weather possible) was 5 miles.

Add another half a mile to and from our parking, and that’s 6.

Add at least 8 miles that we walked the day before on Mackinac Island, and … you’ve got it … we walked about 14 miles in two days. (You’re very good at addition.)

I’m pooped, but still alive to tell about it!

But he’s so much more enthused here.
Can’t you tell?
With me every step of the way were my husband and son, and our friend from Kentucky, Christi. She brought along her husband, daughter and daughter’s best friend.

They drove all this way just to be with me when I marked this adventure off my list.

I am forever grateful. Humbled and grateful.

Several friends have “signed up” to help me mark other milestones off my list, and it means the world to me. I look forward to each one.

I didn’t weigh today, by the way. I just couldn’t make myself.

I am coming off a mental high with the Crim 5K last weekend and the bridge walk yesterday, and to be honest, I just don’t want to ruin that if the number is bad.
I’m so thankful for Christi and her family.

And the number is almost definitely bad. I’ve eaten as much as I’ve walked.

Yes, it’s probably silly to still allow something like a scale to have such an effect on my mood and self-worth, but it does. And I am fearful of what it would have to say right now.

So, I’m breaking the rules and skipping the weigh-in today.

But I’m also going to finally get my fat rump back on track. I have to.

As my husband and I were walking on the island Sunday, he noted how amazed he was at how far I’d walked that day.

Last year, I would have been in a lot of pain and would have complained the whole walk across the island, he said.

Enough said.
He’s right. And that’s only if I would have even tried it in the first place. I probably wouldn’t have.

That moment on the island, and then on the bridge when my toddler son reached out his hand to mine from his stroller, and we held hands for probably half a mile – those were extremely special moments to me.

They’re reminders of why I have to break through this weight loss rut I’ve been in for over two months now.

They’re reminders of why I’m doing this.

We’ve got one life to live, folks. Let’s make the best of it.