I’m starting all over with this. I was tempted to delete all my old posts, but I think having them to look back on can give me the motivation to keep going forward. I did it once, right!
The basics is this:
I am a 41 year old single mother of 5 kids, ranging in age from 20 – 7 years. The oldest and youngest are girls, three boys in the middle. Three of my kids are on the autism spectrum but my 9 year old son is the most “severe” and really the only one who has more of a daily issues type thing with it. My oldest daughter moved out and lives on her own now. The oldest two are in college, middle boy is in high school, youngest two are in 5th and 2nd grade. I work as the store manager of my parents’ hobby/toy store. It’s a love/hate sort of thing. I love having the flexibility and lower stress of working in this kind of family environment. With that being said, working with/for family can suck. And I’m not doing even remotely what I want or would like to do. But it’s a job, fairly secure (as secure as anything can be in this economy) and it provides me with the stability my family situation requires.
I am back up to my highest weight ever (214.6 lbs) I may have brushed up again 220 a time or two, but I’ve never seen that number on the scale (mostly because I just flat out won’t weigh myself at times.) I am determined to see 115 on the scale. I am barely 5’2″ and have really petite bone structure. My doctor thinks 115 is an excellent goal weight. So there’s that.
I try to remind myself: one day at a time. I ‘m not very good at listening to myself though. So I get discouraged really easily. And frequently. Really frequently.
But I’m going to keep trying.
Also, I have an undying love for Coke Zero.
And Junior Mints.
And Brendan Fraser.