Monday, October 17, 2011

One Day at a Time Success

*Whew*. OK I finally have a moment to update things. Of course, I'm at work, and I should be, you know, WORKING, but I'm taking a mental break for a few.

First - the weigh in - DOWN 7 POUNDS.

Holy Crap-ola.

Between a great plan, and the idea of taking one day at a time, one pound at a time, this is working for me.

I'm back to work today after being out almost a whole week. There is food everywhere. Home made pumpkin bread, fudge cookies, big salty pretzels, candy all over. I haven't touched any of it. It only takes a little for me to fling myself off the binging cliff.

No flinging for me today. Just for today. Tomorrow, I will tell myself the same thing.

All day at work has tuckered me out. I could take a nap right on my desk, but I think the boss would frown on that, so I will refrain.

Yesterday was my cousins baby shower. She is having a baby girl, and it will be the first baby girl on either side of the family for like, 10 years. Needless to say, I indulged in some pink frilly clothing for her, and warned her there would be more to come.

I was nervous going to the shower. I still fight the feeling that people are watching me eat, wondering what I'm eating... and whether is "good" or "bad" they talk about it. That feeling is NOT quelled by some people who, regardless of what I am eating find it "interesting" to say things like "oohh, can you eat that??" - oooh soooo well intentioned.

Ok, besides being a mental freak show, I calmly got up in line for the buffet. I surveyed the table. Salad - first thing. Perfect. Next, roasted veggies... SCORE. Then.. potatoes, rolls, pasta, chicken, beef... hmmm...which looked the least fattening? Well, no potatoes or pasta or rolls... so, I took 1/2 a spoon of the beef dish and filled my whole plate with veggies. Nice. I mean, I felt SO good walking back to my seat with this lunch plate in hand. I had avoided all of my obvious pit-falls. I was proud.

I felt healthy and awesome. And it was DELISH.

I'm a little concerned for the hubs. His eating has not been great. He's been very, very stressed. I understand that, totally, but I worry about him too. We talked about it today, and I *think* he understands where I am coming from. His Dad had a heart attack in his 30's, and he wasn't even heavy! Thank God he survived it and is well now...but, with genes like that, plus eating poorly... I don't want to think about it. But I don't want to be left alone raising 2 boys either.

I think about all those times when I was morbidly obese that people tried to talk to me. To tell me they were worried about me. I didn't want to know. I ate out of rebellion toward them. I don't want hubby to fall into that feeling. It's sucky.

Anyway. I should get back to working. *sigh* (repeating: I am blessed to have a job, I am blessed to have a job, I am blessed to have a job)

Later, peeps!


  1. You can't see it, but I'm busting out a happy dance for you :) Your mantra of "One day at a time, one pound at a time," got me through my weekend full of cookies, soda and chips (brought by my parents). Thanks!!

  2. Weight Loss seven pounds - AWESOME!

    I understand your concern for your husband. I hope he finds a way to relieve his stress while caring for his body soon. He is blessed to have you doing so well and ready to support him through what he needs to do.