Happy Wednesday

Sorry I have not posted much this week. I have thought about it, but I have not had anything that exciting to share. We are healthy, the sun is shining, spring is coming, life is good. Who could ask for more right?

I am dreading the weekend of chocolate bunnies that is coming quickly. I do not know what chocolate rabbits have to do with Jesus rising from the dead, but somehow it has happened. I bought the kids just a few chocolates so I would not be tempted to eat very many. Now they are at the age where they count and keep a close eye on their candy. That works for me!

I am thankful for Easter, I am thankful God sent his son to die for me. I have just this one life, and I am going to make the best of it. I lived in the shadows before, hiding behind my fat. Today I embrace life more, as corny as that sounds. I am not afraid so much to share my thoughts or feelings. I am who I am, and I am starting to really like this person coming out of my shell. Who knew that I was hiding in there all along?

Down Again

After the weekend of pizza I thought for sure I would have gained this week. I guess I did not mention that I had pizza for three meals last weekend. Three. Pizza is one of my major weaknesses. I love it so much. I made some good choices though. I ate thin crust instead of thick, and I tried to eat the pizza loaded with veggies instead of the meat lovers pizza. (however, I do love meat!) I guess I few small choices can make a difference. I lost 0.4 of a pound this week. Not much I know, but remember last week when I lost five? I thought the scale was wrong, like the next day when I got on those five pounds would be back. So, it stayed off, and now a little more came off with it. I will take it!

It is now Friday, and I have a busy weekend with friends ahead. Wish me luck!

Thanks!

Thanks for all your tips on how to have self control on weekends. You guys rock. I was not sure about this whole blog thing at first. Did I want to put myself out there for the world to see? Did I really want to confess when I screw up? Do I want to seem like I am bragging when I do well? Now that I am doing this thing, the answer is of course yes, I do! Who else understands the same as women who are fighting the same battle as me?

That is partly why I like working at Weight Watchers now. My name tag has my name of course, and says 100 pounds lost. It is more than that now, but it was 100 when I started working there. I love it when people tell me that if I can do it, they can. I love it when they say that they could not even imagine what I looked like 100 pounds ago. 100 pounds ago, I could not imagine what I looked like thin. I was a skinny kid, a chubby teenager, an overweight adult, and then an obese Mom. I had no thin pictures to dream about getting back to. I used to run away when the camera came out. Now I jump into the picture. I want to live life, have pictures of me with my kids, my husband, my family. No more hiding behind fat. No more.

Weekends

I need help. I overeat on weekends. Not always, but more often than not. How do you motivated people do it? We often spend the weekend with friends and family, and that always involves some sort of eating. Sometimes I can plan ahead, but a lot of times I can't. I try and eat light during the day, so I can have a little more for dinner, but that always backfires. I end up being starving for dinner and eat too much. Then I spend the rest of the week working extra hard to make up for it, and then guess what? Another weekend hits. It is a cycle I find very hard to break.

Any tips?

What a Week!

So last week I gained three pounds. I deserved it, moved on, tried to do better. Then the headache from hell hit. I am blessed that I do not normally get headaches, but when I do I can always manage them. They are never that bad. Then Sunday came along and WHAM, the most horrid headache I have ever had. Medication only slightly helped, nothing was working. Cue to last night. FIVE days of pain, five days of telling everyone you love to "shhhhhhh!" Five days of "Holy crap, is this ever going to end!?" Then this morning at 2:00AM as I was lying in my bed crying with pain, I prayed that God would please help my head not to explode all over our bedroom into little tiny pieces. (yes, I am a drama queen.) Then at seven when I woke up with no headache. NONE! GONE! Not only is my head intact, God healed my headache too. That I am truly thankful for.

All that to say I stepped on the scale this morning expecting a gain. Instead I lost five pounds. Crazy. The five pounds did not excite me nearly as much as it normally would because my head did not hurt! There is a lot more to life than that stupid number on the scale, that quite often makes no sense. I learned that lesson this morning.

Hungry Hippo

I found this over at Roni's blog. So funny. That is like me, but with chocolate covered almonds.

Perspective is Powerful

I know I have said this before, but I really think if we understood how important perspective is, our lives really would be changed. I have two examples to share of how I still need to learn this lesson.

I was at a kids clothing store with my seven year old boy. He is a tall boy for his age, his Dad is 6'4". He comes by it honestly. So, I bought him a sweater, size large. He is a medium now, so I bought it big for him to grow into. Well of course he wants to wear it because it is new. (He cares about clothes more than his 10 year old sister, go figure) Anyway, it is way too big on him. My husband laughs and tells him to give it to me to wear for a few months. So, jokingly I tried it on. It fit perfect. It still blows my mind to think about it. I still see myself larger than I am. I can not wrap my brain around the fact that my body that used to be a womans size 24, or a 3XL can fit into a boys sweater. It seems so surreal.

My other story is shopping with my mega skinny sister in law. Now, shopping with her has always been hard on me. Not because she makes it hard, just because I did. So, we were shopping for jeans for her and she grabbed a size 8. I did a double take. I am a size 8 or 10 depending, how is it possible that she is a size 8. Woah. The pants fit her too, she was not just being crazy. When she was looking in the mirror, asking what we all ask about our butt, I realized something. She has a much different shape than me. Oh, I guess everyone has their own shape, so clothes fit differently. Yes, I know, DUH! For the longest time I was thinking it was all about size. Wow, to be a size 6 what would that be like? But you know what? I feel good now. I work hard now. I want all the clothes I have to feel and look good on me, no matter what the tag happens to say the size is.

I think so often we let our perception of life dictate how we feel. If we are feeling bad about ourselves, how about we look at it a different way. You never know, it just might work.