Minor Miracle

I think I actually got though Thanksgiving and Christmas without gaining weight.   At the most it would be two pounds if anything.  Not bad considering the personal slump I am in in every conceivable way.  I substituted the picture for one of my dog because I am more of a brunette now…closer to my natural color.  Next year’s haircolor remains to be seem.   A word of comfort to all who think weight loss is too slow and not dramatic enough:  I started really trying to lose weight two years ago, and have only lost about 19–thirty more to go–but it seem permanent because I did it slowly, allowing for normal lapses and occasional regressions–sometimes you are in a holding pattern and that’s worthwhile, too; if you are not gaining, you are doing something good.    I gained 50 pounds after being unfairly fired from a job six years ago.  It was the most devastating event of my life except my father’s death.  Then, three years later, I went through another brutal job experience that sent me into a year-long depression.  I have finally learned–am learning, please remind me!–that we sensitive and perceptive types tend to take responsibility for everything around us and internalize way, way too much.  It has been my downfall, not protecting myself from the exploitation and subtle manipulations of others.  It is my greatest Achilles heel.   It can have life-altering negative results.  Today, I will understand that not everyone’s motivation is good, and many do not act with integrity.  Today, I live consciously, with God’s help. 

Hello Again…

Back after quite a long time.  I have lost close to twenty pounds, give or take a couple depending on the day, since I first found Buddy Slim at my heaviest weight ever.  It is a relief to feel better.  I am trying to at least maintain for now, though I need to lose thirty more pounds.  My personal and financial life is in shambles and I am still dealing with a detestable ex and a thirteen year old. But I have my health and I have hope, which is a lot. Thank God for that.

 Good l uck to all this year 

I’m back…sorry I’ve been out of touch

Thanks to all who didn’t forget me while was away!  I have been working like crazy.  I have been exercising and eating well and have lost about nine pounds total–VERY slowly.  (Haven’t had time to log it yet, hopefully this week.) I feel so much better.  I hate that I can’t blog and encourage everyone on a day to day basis–I never know how the day will go-but I am still in the game with all you ladies and gents.  We will make it.     Thanks again for all the love and support!

Love ya

xxxooo 

Hello Friends, Just Checking in After Unauthorized Leave…

Well, I guess I wasn’t really awol.  I have been super busy and also dealing with certain issues known to people of the female gender (that grow more awful as you get older until they stop alogether and start messing with you in a different way), so let’s just say my cravings have been intense, and yes, I succumbed more than.  Given that my daughter is about to fly out of town without me for a week I am pleased that my anxiety level hasn’t been even higher.  I have been reading the blogs, sending notes and keeping up a good attitude.  Good luck to you all this week and please say a silent prayer when you read this that my girl returns safely.  Thanks to you all and  have a great day!

Along Comes a Fall

Just a little yogurt

or so you thought

albeit the kind with mocha and nuts

98% fat-free, says it right there on the sign

then out of the blue

(or out of the Walgreen’s)

BAM!

a double-packaged TWIX comes calling for you 

In this case ME

I inhaled it and devoured it 

Checked the calendar, right on schedule

my monthly friend lying in wait

Kind of an explanation

still feels like a bad occasion

of bad habits creeping back

Yes, tomorrow is a new day

 need to get my head straight! 

God help the compulsive sugar-lovers…

Happy Friday and a Hug for You All

Today, I will try to

1) Remember that my life’s  journey has gotten me to this point, so there must be a purpose in the struggles I have.

2) Remember that for every defeat and every setback there is a victory and a triumph;  I am me, and I am the sum and total of every effort I have ever made.  I have lost nothing unless I quit.

3) Forget the self-recrimination and “should haves”–this is where I am; today, I accept that.

4)  There is much to be thankful for, and life will never be perfect.

 Happy Weekend to you all. 

You have got to see this…I was cracking up!

 One Narcissist's Quest To Discover if Her Life Makes Her Ass LookBig, Or Why Pie is Not The Answerhttp://www.amazon.com/gp/mpd/permalink/mIGD2LQGJGU6I:m1DIC0V4ECADRX

HAS ANYONE HEARD OF THIS HYSTERICAL WOMAN, JAN LANCASTER?  I am going to buy this book tonight.  It looks freaking hilarious.  Just what we need to lift us out of the weight doldroms.  If you can’t open  the video. someone tell me and I will try again.  Cheerio.  

Sometimes you just don’t want to exercise…looking for motivation

I know that exercise is the key for me.  I know that once I start, I will probably continue.  I lost my rhythm the last couple of weeks with everything going on in my life–didn’t lose as much, either.  Anyone have an exercise motivation problem?  Stupid question, right?

 

Random Speculation and Imaginary Realities…What IF Overweight People…

What if overweight people could forget that the world calls them overweight, and in fact are, and concentrate on living as healthy a life possible regardless of what the scale says?  What if, just for the sake of argument, the world and the facts said that whatever that number saiid for each of us was the absolute perfect, best number?  How would we go about our lives differently?  I think I would begin living in a way that reflected a true self confidence.  And this self-confidence would then transform my whole life.  I may try an experiment:  I will pretend that weight and food don’t matter–oh, that’s right, they don’t!-what matters is healthy, truthful living and caring for myself as much as I care for others.    Don’t get me wrong–I want to live and be happy in an attractive body.  I  am just convinced that the body will follow the HEAD.  Thank you, Mr. Mind, for understanding that you have a new boss in town, and it’s me.  Now do as you are told.   . 

Of Food and Incompetent Hairstylists

Many of you know that I am, for the first time, approaching my food and weight issues from the standpoint of my head, not my body.  I believe strongly that it was my head that got me here, and it will be my head (on straight) that will naturally and healthfully get me to a new place.  I am not weighing every day or every week, but rather measuring my daily success by making my mental attitude priority number one.  Three days ago I visited a new hair salon, my usual stylist being away, and experienced something unbelievable.  I get my hair highlighted and layered, and have been for ten.  Well, that day I was treated to black and orange hair, huge streaks of an unrecognizable color, and a cut that looked like someone had run over my head with a lawn mower while under the influence.  I saw all this happening, and tried to point it out, and stop it.

“I’m wondering about thise big chunks of black on top of what I think was supposed to be blonde…?”

“Don’t worry, it’s the way your hair is parted.”

“And why do the layers look like chunks of grass ripped out by Hurricane Katrina?”

“Oh, it’s the way I blow-dried it.”

That night I looked in the mirror and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that, yes, the woman had indeed decimated the color and cut of my hair, but being the nice person that I am, I was willing to give her an opportunity to fix it.  I AM INSANE.  The next day, after two more hours in the salon I was ready to blow.  I looked in the mirror at the back of my hair and came as close to tackling her as I have any person I am not related to.

“I blended it for you,” she asssured me.  

“You what?” I asked, trying to breathe.  “My God, what did  you do?”  I left the salon then, because if I had stayed there another minute I would have ripped into her for her incompetence so viciously that she would have never recovered.  My daughter took pictures of my hair-”Mom, it looks like you grabbed a pair of scissors and reached behind you and started chopping”–and I sent them to the corporate office.  (The salon had hung up on me when I tried to resolve it with them.) Long story short, I am getting a full refund of $129.00 for my brush with assault by scissors and hair color.

I did not, for the most part, rush to dull my feelings with food or sugar, and for the most part did not fall into a depressed and frustrated state–fatal for me.   I may have eaten a little more than I needed, and have not exercised as I should have, but I do not believe I regressed much at all.  I am hopeful that as soon as things settle down I will restart my forward progress.  My daughter is going away with her dad soon, and every summer it is a week’s job to get her ready.  She is also bringing her puppy, Sammy, and he needed his shots! 

My point:  Hang in there, ladies, it’s not about the food–it’s about the head.  That I know for sure. 

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