Good afternoon all,
You miss a few days and wow, look at all the posts. I was busy this morning and see that this week's thread is off and running. I think I'll give up on trying to respond to last week's posts, and try and keep up this week.
I went out this morning and got my weights. I did manage to get the 72-lb box into the cart, and into the truck, but decided to open it in the driveway and bring the weights in separately. No point in killing myself on day one. It's a beautiful sunny day here today, although still pretty cold. The long term forecast shows some warming later in the week, but all that's likely going to bring in water in the crawl space. You just can't win.
Carol - I seem to have been running behind all day myself. I suspect that the time change will eventually work itself out, but I really had a tough time getting to sleep last night.
Debimitch - I think the problem is that we just have piles and piles of snow. If it rains I'm not sure where it will go. Hope that sore throat is just a morning thing. Everyone I know seems to be sick lately. It's made staying at home (being a hermit) not such a bad thing. That's so sad, about the girl you were babysitting. There has to be a better way to deal with changes. I've been skimming through this season of the Biggest Loser. There was one episode where they go home for a week, and one of the guys was trying to stop his kids from eating all the junk they were used to. I was thinking that his sudden stopping of foods they were used to was likely only going to want them more. I think the better the lifestyle of the parents - hopefully - the better adjusted the kids will be. I mean look at me - father sneaking food off his diabetic diet, and a mother who still sneaks candy into the house even though she's only a few pounds over where she should be.
Babybear - I was almost the same, although it was mother and father. My mother would try and control what I was eating, then my father would give me what I wanted. It was the same with other things as well (ie. my mother would ground me, and my father would let me do what I wasn't supposed to). I don't ever remember specifically being told to diet, but it felt like it. It probably didn't help that my father was diagnosed with diabetes while I was young. Because of that we changed our eating habits, but my father cheated from his new diet as well. So we did this together. Kind of a bonding thing.
rainbowsmiles - hello there. I've seen Paula's show, but not sure I'd trust myself in the restaurant, well not yet. It sounds like you had a good time, so that's great. I'm very jealous about the weather... really, really jealous!
Sandybar - I worry about the sagging skin from time to time, but I decided I'll live with it when the time comes. I've decided I'll wait until I'm under 300 to go through the closet. I know I have some things from when I got down to 280, so I won't need any new stuff for a while. I'll be cheap though and have some of my favourites altered. In fact, I think there are a few that I'd already had done, so it will be nice to wear them again.
Julee - it's always bad when someone else is providing the food. I spent last winter with someone cooking all the meals for us. It sounds good (and the food was reasonably good), but by the time I got home I missed just cooking something I wanted. I thought I'd done a pretty good job of maintaining the weight I was when I left, and even being a few down. If I'd been more careful I could have probably lost weight, but the past is past. I'm wondering if the pump itself failed, although it could be like my aunt. When she was younger there were periods where her pancreas would start creating insulin and she would spike her sugar. I'm pretty sure she spent almost a decade in and out of the hospital. She was too far away, and I was too young, to remember the details. I do know that once that phase passed she could control her sugar levels very well, although now that she's older her body is a bit of a wreck from those earlier problems.
Ratkitten - I've had insurance plans in the past that will pay for counselling, but never taken advantage of it when needed. Issues with supervisors are so hard to deal with, or even overall company issues. I was working in a company many years ago and our fill-in HR guy took myself and another employee aside. He said that as much as he was friends with the current Plant Manager, he was telling us to get out, for our own sakes. He was right, the company didn't promote women, and there were big changes in the wind. The very good plant manager was leaving (which I suspect the HR guy knew), and he was replaced by someone horrible. There was no future for either of us there. I left, going to a better job. My friend stayed and had an idiot promoted to be her boss. Things did not go well, since he was a serious problem. It's so hard when you're doing your best, but others are impeding your progress. I hope you get the help you need (from either the people higher up, or some outside help).
Penny - I keep thinking about how well your whole family is doing with having a better lifestyle. I think it's wonderful. Helping your kids gain good habits while they're young is the best gift you can give them.
Val - I commented on your ride in the other thread, but just adding another 'way to go' here.
TheWalrus - I'm betting that just about the time you get back into your knitting it will be time to get up and moving around. That seems to be the way it always goes.
Well, I started this before my afternoon exercising, and had to take a break to finish it up. All I can say is that I'm not sure my strength training before this prepared me. To some extent I did okay until the last exercise set. It's to be done on an exercise ball, which I've never used. Without going into too much detail, you're supposed to start with your shins on the ball (supporting your body with your hands). Then you are supposed to tuck in, ending up with your feet on the ball. This is the point where I usually fall off the freakin' ball! Oh well, this just leaves me looking forward to Wednesday's crunches using the ball. I better clear the room of anything I could crack my head on...