Hi, folks. Dora, your story really got to me. That poor kid. He's so lucky to have all these "aunties" looking out for him instead of just sending him to a home, even if that eventually turns out to be what happens. For now, while he's still a kid, he has people to look out for him and take care of him. You're living your faith, lady.
Kathy, good for you, losing in spite of stress and hormones. And good for you, keeping off more than 80 pounds.
Mystery, you write mysteries? How cool is that? I love mysteries. Can't wait to read one of yours.
Tammy, woo-hoo on those walks! That's great that you're already seeing results, too. Exercise makes such a difference.
Marion, I've cried sometimes when I do my workouts. For me, it's usually because I feel like I'm finally treating my body right. More about that in a minute.
I was up this week on the scales, as I thought I would be. So I did some long, hard looking through my journal over the past six months to see what works for me and what doesn't. I've reached three conclusions of behavioral changes I need to make so that I'll stop playing with the same couple of pounds (as I've been doing since New Year's):
1. Stop banking my exercise points. I lose best when I don't bank them and rarely eat them. Sad, but true.
2. I've been aiming for 18 points before dinner, but I'm realizing that as my point ranges have gone down, I need to bring that before-dinner number down, too. So I'm going to aim for 16 points before dinner and eventually 14 points. This is going to be tough, since I'm a big afternoon eater. But I need to eat less than at the top of my range (which is currently 27 points), and that means cutting back throughout the day.
3. I have a friend who has wonderful food at her house. I used to go there just once a month, for book group, but lately I've been going there three times a month (extra meetings of different kinds), and that has affected my weight loss, too. So I've resolved that aside from book group, I will not eat at her house. (We go there after dinner, so the food is snacks, not a meal.) Last night I had to put that to the test, and BOY, was it rough. She made persimmon cookies and put out pistachios. And I hadn't had dinner, because I came straight from work. But I'd had a high-point day, so I just took my lumps and refrained from eating. As time passed, it got easier.
I'm realizing that I need to periodically stop and get motivated again to lose weight, remind myself that this *is* possible and that I really, really want it. The past three years, this is the time of year I've plateaued and/or gained weight. Then in the summer, I get back on track. I don't want that to happen this year, but that's exactly what I've been doing. I'm down exactly one pound for the past month and a half. And that is NOT what I want.
So last night I took stock and remembered that I really *am* excited about losing weight, that I really do want to lose another 50 or 60 pounds, that I want all the health benefits that come from being at my right weight, that I want the clothes, the fitness, the relief for my feet, the added years to my life, the added mobility. And to have all that, I have to do things that may feel uncomfortable or even a little painful. I have to deny myself the quantity of food that I want to eat, most of the time. I have to make some sacrifices. I will always have to do this, if I really want to get to and maintain the weight I should be.
I discovered something else yesterday, as I was walking around the office. I discovered that I love my body. I don't mean the way it looks; I mean that this body has given me so much. And I've treated it so badly for so many years. But even now, as I put it through its workouts, it responds. It's a little firmer, a little more energetic, a little slimmer, a little better balanced and more flexible. It walks taller. I don't want to keep hurting this body anymore. It's like this separate entity, a friend that's completely dependent on me to keep her healthy. I dunno, maybe that sounds weird. It's hard to put into words. I guess at the age of 42, I finally feel responsible for this body, and I care about it, especially as I see it respond. Maybe it's like owning a cat or dog and abusing it or neglecting it for many years, then starting to treat it a little better -- and watching how it responds to you with love. I feel like apologizing to my body for all those years, like I should make it up to it now.
Anyway. Those are my thoughts for today.
Onward and downward,
Lauren
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I took a chocolate cream pie to the supper club last night. He ended taking the last 1/4 of it complete with pie tin! Had a huge grin on his face as he chowed it down. At least he was in front of me for the dessert line!
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