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The phone rang early this morning. I hate it when that happens. When the phone rings early in the morning, it is either telemarketers or bad news in the family. Either way, brace yourself, right? It turned out to be bad news in my extended family. Not a death or anything like that, but something stressful and unpleasant (forgive the vagueness, but it is personal to someone else, and I want to respect their privacy). It upset me quite a but (and will place some level of stress and burden upon me, some known already, some vague and unknown for now). Normally, I would have reached for cookies or cake or donuts or some other form of sugary comfort. After all, I "deserve" it, right? I "need" it right now. Well, no. Not today. I went about my day. Drank my water. Told my husband what was going on. Had a mug of tea. Ate my Jenny breakfast. Lit a candle in the bathroom and made a bit of a spa morning of it (exfoliated, moisturized my body, etc.). As noon rolled around, I had lunch. Classic Chicken Carbonara. It was soooo good! If that turns out to be the highlight of my day, I'm good with it. I realize I am blogging a lot, and most people are not. This is my way of keeping myself accountable. Time to take an Extra Strength Tylenol. And to remind myself that life happens, but I will do what I can to help those that I can help.
I was so excited to try JC ... but am disappointed that my family's reaction does not feel very supportive. They have made it clear that they don't think my current weight is healthy and that I don't look very good, and that I should do something about it....but that seems to be where it ends. When I went to visit my mother, I had 4 days of food shipped to her condo (and warned her it was coming). Her response was "What is all this crap?" "You better eat it all before you leave!" She also complained about me being on a diet while visiting and on vacation - she considered it inconvenient. My husband does not mind the considerable expense. He thinks ordering the food is fun, is impressed with the variety, and is curious about how things taste (although he doesn't want to try anything). But he is concerned about the fact that it is mostly processed food with lots of additives. He does not want to exercise with me. I don't walk fast enough for HIM to feel like he's getting a workout. (Fortunately I have three good friends who will walk with me.) Also, he has made some negative comments about JC. He thinks it's a type of pyramid scheme, and that their goal might be for clients to FAIL because they make more money that way (membership fees and food purchase.) He doesn't understand why people would become counselors - what they are getting out of it. Sigh....
BelindaA posted a blog entry in BelindaA's BlogI remember reading Oprah’s book many years ago and she talked about her revelation that she weighed as much as the Heavy Weight boxing Champion. The Heavy Weight! What was his weight? 220. Guess what I weighed this morning when I started, 219.2. Holy Cow, how did I get here? My family has a lot of issues, I do mean A LOT. But so does everyone, I know that. But I began suffering from depression and I turned to food. For the first time in my life I am uncomfortable even sitting down, it’s hard to tie my shoes; and this is very embarrassing. This makes me feel more depressed; cheese and crackers makes that a little better. I also stopped moving so much. Well this is my story and this blog is my personal diary. I’ve just decided to share it with those who can relate. I’m not hiding it (you cannot hide giant weight gains, 30 pounds in one year) instead I’m owning it. Owning the current weight and driving my journal. At least this is the plan. Day one is today and I joked 30 minutes after getting up that I was still on plan. I often eat breakfast, but I do it late. This morning I had the Turkey/Egg/Cheese Sandwich, Banana Yogurt and a Tangerine. I feel like a stuffed pig. My plan? Take my husband on the journey with me. He is super supportive and needs to drop a fair amount of lb’s as well. He’s 6’3” to my 5’4” so weight on him is nothing like weight on me. I’ll take him with me just the same. Fix a lot of veggies and make him the store bought meals. That’s the plan anyway. If you are reading this then you are on the journey too, maybe our paths will cross. We need to remember, there are powers in numbers. Not sure if there is room in my giant belly for the anytime bar in an hour!
You could call it 'weight loss intervention' after I stepped onto the scale this morning infront of my boyfriend and his parents. The scale read 289, and the first thing I did was cringe. I knew they would want to know and I felt that I should be honest since they knew I had been batteling my weight ever since I met my boyfriend eight and a half years ago! "289" I read out-loud. His mother looked like she was going to cry and his father said I had to get with it. My boyfriend just cheered me on saying "You can do it." With his adorable smile. My parents know what a battle this is, I have tried every weight-loss program. I found Jenny Craig back in 2007 and loved, loved it! The thing was it got to be too expensive. So I came off and 'settled' for othe weight-loss programs. I know they work for alot of people out there, but not for me. I know the tools: Be consistant, have self control, and most of all be determined! I once had a nutritioinist tell me "If you can visualize it, then it can happen." Wise words that have carried me through the never giving up part. Yes it stings I'm almost to 300! I should be at 150. There is coulda, woulda, and shoulda the worst three words we can utter to ourselves. Can't change the past, and can't predict the future. So in this present I lay down on my bed and think "smaller size clothes" "seeing my toes." And most important one day wearing that little black dress. Tomorrow I go in and sign up for Jenny Craig! I am estatic that I can afford it now and I can't wait to begin my journey with a consultant!