I was going to ramble about Carter and his pet sitting needs but I think that belongs on the chat thread instead. So here I will just say that since Carter was at the hotel last night I made it to a 5:45pm yoga class with my favorite yoga instructor and almost managed to do the splits.
I'm highly in favor of crying rather than holding it in & eating instead.
Jessica, I was saying this health thing is holistic. Worrying about anything can put us off our games. Naturally, that includes Carter. You feel immensely responsible for him. He is your child, for now & probably for always to some degree, because that is what owning & loving an animal means. He's had a rough time of it in recent months. His health is a concern, just as your own health has been a concern historically. Probably you cannot be at peace unless you know he is safe and happy and well cared-for. There's some small part of you, that mothering instinct we all have, that is thinking all along, "Is he okay for now?"
Of course this means you are also going to be a really good baby momma, if & when you choose to go there.
Yeah, let's all cry. I'm crying at how hard we all try to be good mommas ... to others & to ourselves.
I think that we all do a better job of being good momma's to others than to ourselves... You guys do more positive reinforcing and virtual mothering of me than I do for myself.
Scale hating on Fridays? Count me in, but I take it with a grain of salt as it isn't MY scale in MY bathroom on THE exact tile where it always must be. (Anal, yes, it is.)
The weekend away isn't as bad as I thought it would be! We ate our normal Nutrisystem breakfast and had a trio of Kobe beef sliders for lunch (we haven't had burgers for such a long time!). I'm burping them up now, which is rather strange. Meeting a friend in a couple hours for dinner, but I know the place and they serve small plates.
Everyone needs to take a big group hug and let the stresses of each of your lives go by the wayside. I know it's impossible to forget, but you can leave it be for a few hours of happiness or at least solitude.
I look on you all as friends I haven't met and although we all lead different lives and face different problems and face different kinds of stress, I really feel that we are here for each other.
I'm too bloated to cry. Worked my sons' snack bar tonight and ate some of the leftover taquitos. Now, that's crazy good... in all its deep fried glory. And, um, those really greasy and breaded chicken fingers, um yes, those too. those square pizzas, um
If I could squeeze myself in for some of the hugs, bounce, push, wriggle...
And let's share some good vibes
But the occasional can be okay too
I can see you're a caring group and am glad to have found you. I lost 45 pounds over the past year to reach my goal weight. I'm in my 4th month of maintenance and after a rough couple of months I'm getting comfortable. I didn't expect grief - I actually mourned my old life. You'd think a year of healthy living and losing the weight would have given me the time to wrap my head around "this is forever", but I guess a part of me still believed that when I reached my goal weight I'd live happily ever after.
kitty, do not beat yourself up, it is past , start over . I know you can do it.
BigIslandGirl, Welcome and good luck. You have found a group of people here who understand exactly what you are talking about. Glad to have you with us.
My story has been like kitty trying to get back to goal weight and staying there, it has been a struggle but I was down 1.2 pounds this AM. I hope I can stay there for more than a day or two which has been the trend lately.
Last night I watched the Lionel Richie Special , enjoyed it and went to bed and slept 7 and a half hours ! That is a marathon for me, I usually get 4 or 5 hours of sleep per night.
Way to go on the "sleep of the dead", Bargoo! It's one of the great joys of life to wake up truly refreshed and energized.
Kitty, sometimes a day off reinforces the good habits better than anything else can. I made the mistake of eating the shell of a taco salad yesterday - don't recall ANYTHING sitting in my gut that heavily in a very long time. I learned my lesson!
Big island, welcome aboard! I get the grief thing - have wondered if maybe I've never broken through to goal because I fear giving up the parts of my life that I really like. To be fair, it seems like I should give peak fitness a genuine try and truly compare with facts instead of fears/fantasies?
Remember my rant over the hotel scale yesterday? Well, it seems that DH weighed himself also and said he LIKED the scale because it showed that he was at goal. Granted it's not a digital scale (and maybe he hadn't put his contacts on yet) but how can one scale weigh one person 6 pounds UP and another person 2 pounds DOWN? So I rechecked myself. I was wrong. I DO like the scale--it was showing that I'd lost 2 pounds! Ooops! I guess when I weighed yesterday I hadn't put my brain on yet! 148 is clearly less than the 150 I've been weighing at home. I'm still not going to go with that weight. It's healthier (IMO) to just use one scale to measure the change.
Wishing we were golfing today. Instead we're shopping and DH is hanging ceiling fans at my friends house to ready it for tonight's party.
Dinner last night was great! Is anyone in Arizona? Have you been to Postino? The three of us shared a cheese board, an olive board and a board of 5 different bruschettas--each cut into fourths. A perfect dinner!
I couldn't help myself, I had to stand on the scale this morning. And to my relief, I find I'm down again, though still up by one whole pound over this past Friday. I am starting to see the benefits of daily weighing. It could bring a little sanity into my life. Or take it away, as in the past, I became obsessive when I got into the daily weighing habit.
seems like everyone needs one of these!
It should. I always need a nap afterward.
can be okay too 
