*yawn* March madness. Yep, that must be it. People are acting like total loons. I swear this thing with my ex is making me crazy. But I *think* I have him beaten into submission about this move. I think I finally having him understanding what the right thing is. Well, wait... just when I think he gets it, we get another phone call with him waffling. So I just tell him no. No, you cannot waffle on this. You made a promise to me, to the kids, and you WILL keep it. There are no alternatives, you WILL move to GA at least to give it a chance. He's afraid. Afraid to quit his job, afraid he can't sell that white elephant of a house, afraid of hating GA, afraid of his own shadow right now. I remember that feeling, to be honest. When I moved down here 9 years ago, I was terrified. But I told him you can't let fear stop you from achieving your goals, your dreams, your obligations to your children. I wore myself out, literally, talking to him yesterday. Making him see what I see every day. Making him understand these kids aren't interested in whether he's making great money or not, they're interested in HIM. God help me. Anyway... ok, so the plan is now he's moving here. That could change at any moment. I will keep hitting him with that big stick.
Chachee - I'm with you on the restriction issue. That's one reason I'm just using fitday to log my calories. I find that as time goes by I'm gravitating to healthier food because I can eat more of it for the same amount of calories, but I do not remove anything from my list of acceptable foods. The minute I say I "can't" have it, I must have it. It's taken me a long time to accept the slow loss. Some days it's still painful and frustrating and I feel like I'm going to be fighting this for the rest of my life and I will NEVER reach my goal. That's when I read and re-read that Ralphie "Keep Going" quote. So far so good, even with my pizza slip up Saturday night. I think it's easier when our SOs are gone because we feel much more comfortable with focusing on ourselves then. Why is it that we feel compelled to put their wants and desires before ours? At least I know that's the way it was for me. I wanted to cook nice meals and serve yummy treats to Richard because I love him, and I wanted him to feel appreciated and taken care of. Plus I thought he expected it. I've pretty much turned all that on it's ear now, and my weight loss is the primary concern. If he doesn't like what I'm cooking, he can order out.
Happy - I have so much to reply to from your other post still.
I'm sorry.. this thing with the ex has been so emotionally demanding it's been hard to keep up. You're right. He is weak willed, he is selfish, and he never learned to take responsibility. He focuses anger inappropriately, and never grew up. Having said all that - he is not a "bad" person. He really loves those kids, and he wants to be with them, I just need to smack him around enough to realize it has to be on their terms, not his. For once. I pray he follows through this time. At least my kids know beyond any doubt that I am doing my absolute best to make their father act like a father. And they appreciate that so much. I told them I can't guarantee he'll come through, but all I can do is my best. They accept that. I haven't heard a peep from Tracy either. I hope she's ok, too. I know things were dicey in her life.
March is nearly a full 5 weeks long, so there's a great possibility you can lose 6 pounds if you watch your food and do your exercises!! It isn't an unreasonable goal. I'm pushing to lose 7, so lets see if we can make this happen, eh? Just be very careful not to aggravate your footsies.
I'm off to a great start on the scale, anyway. The pizza has finally left the system, and I've been eating perfectly OP since then ... I've dropped another pound and a half, bringing me to 184 this morning. Let's see if the scale decides to bounce around like a crazy thing this month too. If so, tomorrow I'll be back up to 185 for another week. Then drop to 183.5 for a day, then back up... you get the picture.
I'd rather it just make up it's mind. That makes 5 pounds to go to reach my stealth goal. I want this one SO bad.
Ok. How bad? I missed my workout yesterday. I missed my riding lesson last night, because Machine and I both, frankly, were exhausted and puny feeling. I'm missing my workout this morning because I went to bed late last night after being on the phone AGAIN with the ex. I woke up late this morning and still feel like I could sleep for the next 3 days. I need to get myself back on a good sleep schedule so I can wake up in time to work out. Tonight will be a good night to get to bed on time.
Alright.. on that note, I need to get my lunch ready, take a shower, feed and walk the dogs, and get my slightly less fluffy rump to work.
Lucky? Hippy? Helllooooooo out there?