Catharsis

“Life changes at the blink of an
eye. How we react to it, defines us.” ~ Martha L. Bishop

I’m not sure if my advisor/professor
truly knew the impact she would have on me today when she was telling me about
“seeing and knowing what you need to do, and doing it” as opposed to “having
that information and ignoring it,” but it affected me deeply. Her point was
about writing and lesson plans. But the example she gave me was about having
the doctor tell her she needed to lose weight and she decided to take action.

That’s where I’m at, too.

Somewhere in the midst of
everything, I’m at the point where I must take action.

Renewed Determination

 

After going through some of my goals- and purchasing a new fancy scale- I decided that I need to seriously get back on track with my weight loss. I have been wavering back and forth on this ledge between 260 and 259 for weeks now and I’m tired of teetering.

Why is this so hard?

I think

Feeling the Frustrations

 

Something must be wrong. It has to
be, right?

I changed the batteries in my scale
two days ago and my weigh-ins are still all over the place. One day, I weighed
251 pounds and was showing it off later to my CH and the scale showed 266. Then

Tell Me Lies, Tell Me Sweet Little Lies

I was a little hesitant when searching for a name for this particular blog, because I wanted to deal with a very delicate issue. When I say, “delicate,” I mean that this is for some people who have weight issues a very critical area.

What am I talking about?

Coming out of Hiding

Yesterday after I had composed my blog post, which updated my accountability, I decided to clean out my closet. I tried on everything (with the exception of winter clothes) in the closet and tossed out everything that was unflattering and did not fit. Imagine my surprise when I saw how many clothes I had that was too big!

Starting now, I’m only going to wear it if it fits. The reason behind this was

Week 5 Accountability

This has been a disappointing week as far as weight lost. I didn’t lose as much as I had hoped for, even though I had been consistently putting in the exercise time. I even managed to go longer than my intended 30 minutes. However, when I look back on my calorie consumption, I can see where I went wrong. Portion control gets me every time, especially when I’m upset and I eat out of emotion.

This week was an emotional one.

What a week

Did you ever have one of those weeks where you just wish it would end so that you could gladly put it behind you?  I did.  And even in the midst of it all, I’m kind of proud of myself for making it through it.  The biggest reason for this is that this has been one of those weeks where no chocolate is safe.

News from the War: The Battle of Cheesecake Run

            Okay, what I think I’ll do is every Monday post an update on my weight loss, just to keep myself accountable.

            So with that said, I need to discuss the problems of living in a house of boys who do not need to lose weight because by some twist of bizarre Fate the fat gene that mutated in me completely skipped over them and having a husband who is in complete denial of his need to lose weight (and who also succumbs to his passion for sweets, most notably last night, cheesecake).

The Battle Within

            I think my body must be waging a war on itself.  The contenders:  Inner Skinny Chick vs. Fat Girl.  Who is going to win?