Hi all, I’m back!
I dropped off the radar for a while, but I am back on track again. I had a very painful embarrassing mini-intervention with my family. They kind of cornered me and told me how scared they were. I knew it all was true, but it’s never fun to experience that. I am glad though, I know they love me and it gave me a chance to tell them honestly what I needed. Like—For my mom to stop going to garage sales and buying my size 16 jeans as “goal pants” and for my sister to stop pressuring me to go out to eat when my parents aren’t home. And for all the other little things.
It’s so difficult being told that everyone talks about you when you aren’t around. I mean, I already know that. The Diabetes threat was tossed around quite a bit too.
I’ve never been a binge eater, I just have to work hard to change. I am lucky in some respect. I went off my diet for a whole month and didn’t gain a single pound back. But maintaining is NOT my current goal.
I had a lot of time to analyze myself over the last few days and I think I understand the problem a little better. Whenever I start a new diet or program, I get so excited. I burst with energy, I hit the gym equipment with gusto and determination. I eat raw bell peppers and pretend they taste good, and I buy journals, make posters and march around like I have an amazing, unheard of agenda. There is SO much glory and power in my new decision that in three weeks, I am utterly exhausted. NO ONE can keep up that level of enthusiasm, and if they can, they are really annoying to be around after about an hour.
So my new plan is, I’m just doing this. It’s not exciting, it’s not amazing, it’s just simple what has to be done. I’m not spring-boarding myself into the clouds with overzealous workout schedules and ridiculous food plans. I’m not shelling out my life savings. I’m just gonna stop eating the stuff I shouldn’t eat, and start eating the stuff I should. And if I eat a bell pepper, I am gonna make a face and say eee-gads, this is foul, and go find a way to spice it up and make it tolerable. That way, in three weeks, I won’t be burnt out, exhausted and sick.
I can’t ever have my family talk to me like that again. I can’t listen to people I love cry about their inability to sleep while thinking about me. Fear of burying me. Fear of the diseases I may contract. Fear of me being alone my whole life.
So with that plan set in motion, I would like to mention how very much I am enjoying my new Wii Fit. I didn’t want to step on the thing until I was under 310 pounds, because if I stepped on it and broke it, I would be mortified. I wish Nintendo had decided to make it a bit sturdier, so it could hold more than 330 pounds. But now that I can use it, I am crazy about it. It’s the best work out I’ve done in a while. It’s fun, it counts my minutes, and it keeps charts for me and encourages me. Since I first got on it 6 days ago, I have done over 9 hours of exercise. That’s a record for me. I don’t feel burnt out either, I feel sore but that’s always a good feeling for me when I first start working out, it means everything is working.
My big fear right now is that in August I am starting grad school and I have been chosen to teach a freshman composition class all by myself. I’m terrified. I seriously can’t fathom standing in front of a class of people. I have nothing I can wear. I have the self-confidence of a groundhog. I know there is no way I can lose enough weight by August to feel good about myself in front of these people—to teach them and hope they aren’t just looking at me and thinking “what a fatty”. In the past year, I’ve lost a lot of faith in the human race to be acceptable towards me. But then again, I can’t ask the human race to do something I’m not willing to do myself.
Sorry for the long post. I am so glad to see everyone here since when I left last. I have been lurking regularly, but now I know that this is no longer an option. You guys are my best bet of dealing with my situation without becoming a crazy person. I seriously have you all in my heart with my every decision and every difficult step along the way.
Dusty




to you and cap'n . . . glad your boss is understanding so you can be home w/him