Summon the Warrior

 I’m calling on the Warrior.   It’s tough to hang in there when so many obstacles are placed in our paths.  You almost have to be a warrior to get through each day.

I have to admit I get tired.  I have a difficult time keeping up the fight.  Time is always the enemy.  Anytime I work out, it’s taking time from other things.  Of course, once I give up the workout time for something important, it’s that much easier to give it up for anything else that comes along.  Pretty soon, I’m giving it up so I can watch reruns of The People’s Court.

Food, too.  I’m all alone in having any desire to eat healthy in my household.  All those damn men.  They don’t want to eat healthy and I get tired of trying to plan and prepare healthy meals only to have DH bring home pizza or fried chicken or Arby’s.  Of course, there’s always the battle that comes from him getting home before I do and deliberately starting a dinner that’s lethal to any kind of diet known to man.  I need the warrior.  Someone who will set his butt straight and tell him what he can do with his hamburgers, french fries and cole slaw.  It’s difficult to stick to the straight and narrow and it’s a whole lot MORE difficult when you have a houseful of men complaining all the time.  I worked all day yesterday, visited a home school student after work and then came home to find that DH had started my homemade spaghetti sauce, meatballs, and homemade pepper parmesan biscuits.  Just needed me to finish it up.  What can you do?  I made the biscuits and threw some meatballs in a skillet.  Ate dinner and then suffered with acid reflux all night.  The funny thing is, the more crap I eat, the less I like it.  It’s like my tastebuds get used to it and all the fattening junk all tastes the same. 

Still, I don’t feel good.  I’m tired and fat and my pants are all too tight.  I have no energy and the highlight of my day is flopping down on the couch to watch TV in the evenings.  Time to go on the warpath.  How many times have I said that?  I’ll weigh myself this morning for the first time in two or three weeks and try to get back on the straight and narrow, then I’ll walk out this door and the chaos will begin.  Work, meetings, home schooling, committees, the kids, DIL, and everything else that eats me alive every day.  I’ve gotta put on my war paint and summon the old warrior.  I’m going to keep track of everything I do today and see if I can gain some insight or see what I can do to get back on track.  Things have got to change.

  • 5:15 – 5:35 – Got my coffee, blogged and tried to wake up.
  • 5:35 – 6:00 – Woke up the boys, took my shower, weighed myself (although I didn’t even want to look and just about screamed when I finally did – 189.5!), used the blow drier on my hair, put on my makeup, polished my toenails.
  • 6:00 – 6:10 – Put on a pair of black trousers and a beautiful black and white top and heels.  Walked around a couple of minutes and decided I’d die before the day was over if I had to keep my gut sucked in and wear those pants all day.
  • 6:10 – 6:25 – Changed into a pair of size 16 “fat” jeans but the top was too dressy for jeans so I grabbed a maroon tee and changed to cute white athletic shoes with gold and silver all over them.  Topped it off with a pink and white jacket because the jacket has some maroon in it.
  • 6:25-6:45 – Rummaged around in the freezer and found a lean cuisine.  Same kind as yesterday but they all taste the same anyway.  Also grabbed a frozen pork loin and threw it in the crock pot with Bronco Bob’s Roasted Mango Chipotle Sauce.  Take that, DH!  I got the jump on dinner!
  • 6:45 – 7:45 – Drove to work.  Had to scrape the windows to get rid of heavy frost.  Hadn’t planned on that.  Brought in half a huge carrot cake and told everyone to eat the damn thing or I’m trashing it.  Met with Advisor for National Honor Society (I’m a sponsor) about tutoring for the middle school, checked my mail, checked and responded to (or deleted) 60 new emails since yesterday afternoon.
  • 7:45 – 1:45 – Been hard at work all morning.  Met with the principal and went over the next newsletter with her.  Met with all the teachers of my new homebound student to see what I need to work on with her.  Met with ROTC instructors about holiday program.  Had students two periods and went over how to edit photos in Picassa and add them to PowerPoint presentations.  Met with resource teacher to write up a brochure promoting “Books for Belize”, a program that donates used books to schools in Belize. 
  • 1:45-4:00 – Wrote two articles for the school newsletter, met with Major about grandson, Steven’s, ASVAB scores.  First try, he scored 45 and the Air Force requires 31.  I’m actually surprised.  I didn’t expect him to do that well.  Guess I’d better keep an eye on him or he’ll come home one day and tell me he enlisted…drove home, stopped off at the store and bought cole slaw mix and lite sweet and sour dressing to go with baked apples (with Splenda) and pork loin for dinner.  Now comes the hard part.  I’m TIRED.  All I want to do is sit down and watch TV.  Instead, I’m going to find my MP3 and go for a walk.


Joy says 1st December @ 8:26

You CAN do this! I have this problem as well with having 5 males in my house and the very same problem! I am fed up! My DH needs to lose a tiny bit of weight and my kids can live with eating healthy. I have had it with the attitudes of those MEN/boys acting like I am guilty of child neglect because i want them to eat healty foods that are nutritious and taste just fine. NO MORE!!! I have diabtetes and my DH is just enabling me so he can eat crap too! I am done finished stick a fork in me. I had a talk with them and told them I need help and if they love me they will go along with this until I am done. (I let them eat whatever they want for lunch -within reason) and that balance seems to make them happy. No more fast food in this house! Can you tell we just had it out here about that???? hahaha I had to let you know you are not alone in this. Stick to your guns, put your foot down, do this for you!

Sunny says 1st December @ 9:41

Have a family pow wow. If that doesn’t work, then accept the fact you need to create separate dinners for yourself…and DO IT. Treat yourself as a priority, because you are. You are the cog in their wheels, and without you in good shape, their lives are less optimal. Care enough about yourself to feed yourself right. They want to eat junk; so be it. Just don’t do it for them, and take care of yourself!

firefly says 1st December @ 10:49

Holy Moly, Patty!! Your schedule makes ME tired!! You get more done by 9 am than most people do in a whole day. I don’t know how you manage to do half of what you do, honestly.

It would be nice if you could get your DH on board. Sounds like you two need to have a heart to heart. You need his support, not sabotage!

I know you’d feel so much better if you could get at least 30 minutes of exercise in (I’ve been following your blog for quite some time now and your posts are always so much more optomistic and “happy” when you’re working out.) But with your schedule, even I am stumped!! it’s not like you can get up any earlier!! Adequate sleep is important too and you’re barely getting that!

At this point, I’d really just like to see you taking a few minutes for yourself everyday. Even if its just like 5, to close your eyes and breathe.

I worry about you!!

beerab says 1st December @ 15:52

I feel your pain- my husband makes me so mad/upset when he won’t eat what I make and wants fast food all the time. I got huge being with him honestly!

I now just cook for myself and he can take it or leave it honestly.

Crock pots are great- I’d make a crock pot recipe every night so that he can’t mess with your dinner!

Joy says 2nd December @ 8:02

GOOD for you taking that walk and eating healthy! I am so proud of you Patty.
I am worried about you though. You seem to have so much on your plate.

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