Judy, let's help each other on the worrying-over-potentially-needless things, OK? I'm a major disaster thinker, and it just sucks all the joy out of life sometimes. I know all too well what it feels like when you wonder if spouse or family member (or self) has cancer. Unlike you, when I'm that stressed out, I actually lose weight because I have trouble eating. But it's still a joy-killer -- and for what? What will all that worrying do to improve things? NOTHING. It just wrecks your health and your joy. It helps no one.
So let's remind each other of that, OK? Instead of walking down all those "what-if" disaster scenarios, let's choose to believe the best outcomes. I'm so glad your husband and daughter didn't have cancer!
On a related note, I've been putting off getting a mammogram (I've never had one) for fear that they'll find something. Isn't that incredibly stupid? It's the disaster thinking gone completely warped. I went ahead and made an appointment with an OB-GYN for the middle of next month to get my woman-cancer checkup, and she'll give me a perscription for the mammogram then. I've just been awful on keeping up with this stuff -- it's been 4 years since I went to the doctor for anything. One of my main goals this year has been to take care of myself by flossing, going regularly to the dentist, and going regularly to the doctor. I'm getting there. I refuse to let my disaster thinking control my life like this anymore.
Lin and Judy, thanks for the comments on the picture.

That was taken at the Dotti's convention last month. I've been using the picture over on Dotti's board and finally got around to putting it up here. I still weigh the same as I did then -- I've been playing with the same couple of pounds for a month and a half now for some reason. Don't know why; I just haven't been as committed to losing weight. But I'm entering into the time of year when I tend to do the best at losing weight (summer and fall), so I'm hopeful. I think part of my problem is I've been pretty happy with the way I look lately, compared to where I've been. I need to remember that carrying 45 extra pounds is still unhealthy; I'm still obese.
Lin, glad the cold is starting to lift. What was in the soup you made? There's nothing like soup when you've got a cold. I'm glad you got as much out of what my WW leader said as I did -- I find a lot of peace in knowing that gaining is part of the journey, that it doesn't mean the end of the journey or even a detour. This is how it goes. I think part of my long plateau over the past six weeks or so is actually a good thing -- turning around small gains before they get out of hand. As I've said here, I have never been able to do this until I started using WW's tools on this journey.
The first gain I had on WW was 16 pounds. I finally said "enough," and gradually took it back off. The next gain was 9 pounds before I took it back off. The next was 4 pounds. Now I seem to be able to catch the gains within a 1-3 pound range and turn them around, which is so much easier than waiting until it gets out of hand. I just can't express how deeply happy I am to see that I can do this now. I feel like something profound has happened deep within my mind and spirit to produce this new way of living; I believe God is working something wonderful in me. I feel like -- if I never make goal but just keep on this track, I'll be happy. I want to be here or lower 10 years from now, 20 years from now. Most days, I no longer fantasize about the perfect body, no longer expect perfection but am content with the process.
On a very practical level, I think the key to all this (aside from God, the real key) has been the journaling. So long as I journal every single day -- even going back and filling in previous days, if I've "forgotten" to record them at the time -- I can turn around a gain quickly.
My WW leader related a story I'd heard her mention before: A WW'er called her up one Friday and said "I'm eating a half gallon of ice cream right now. Help me."
Donna told her: "I'm not going to tell you to stop eating the ice cream. I'm going to tell you that when you're finished, figure out the points and write them down. Then the next day, eat at the *high* end of your points. The day after that, eat at the high end again. The day after that, aim for the middle."
The wisdom in this is wonderful. So often when we overeat like that, we feel we need to cut back and eat practically nothing in order to regain control -- which rarely works. We set ourselves up for failure. Or we decide we've already failed, so why bother going on, and we keep overeating. But by telling her not to worry about stopping right now, just count it and write it down, then eat at your high end ... she was giving this woman something doable. Something she could succeed at, something that would create that cycle of success again.
The woman counted 140 points for that day. She ate at the high end of her range the next couple of days, then managed to get to the middle. At the end of the week, she LOST weight. A high day is not a disaster. The key is to turn it around right then and there, and the way to do that is to write it down.
Anyway. I didn't mean to go on and on, I just find that story so inspirational. It releases me from all that crippling perfectionism and gives me peace.
We can do this, turtles.
Onward and downward,
Lauren
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