No Need To Be Alarmed, But…

This not tracking Points thing is really working for me.  I don’t think I’ve ever been more in tune to my body signals about hunger and thirst than ever before.  This afternoon, I knew I wanted a snack.  Didn’t need one, just wanted one.  And do you know what sounded good to me?  Carrots and low-fat ranch.  Not the Cool Ranch Doritos I bought for B’s lunches this week.  Not the regular Cheetos or Flamin’ Hot Cheetos with Limon for D’s & S’s lunches, and not the rest of my Garden Salsa Sun Chips that my BFF’s kid dumped all over my rug, but mini carrots and low-fat ranch.  How cool is that?

Carpe Diem

“Celebrate we will, for life is short but sweet for certain.” - Dave Matthews Band

So, you’re all marking your calendars now for my birthday party in May, right?

Each day I am more and more aware of how short my life is.  Fortunately, I am (mostly) aware of its sweet spots as well.

Be Worthy of Imitation

“You must be careful how you walk and where you go, for there are those following you who will set their feet where yours are set.” - Robert E. Lee

Well, if that’s not a huge mantel of responsibility, I don’t know what is! 

I went to my chiropractor’s on Friday night, and his little girl was just running all over the place.  She stopped to tell me that she was exercising.  How fun it was, how she loved to do it.  She’s just like her mommy, who is an instructor over at the local gym.  What a great example she has been to her children.  Not only is physical fitness necessary, but it’s fun!

My children, obviously, do not feel the same.  They don’t see me being physically fit.  They lack endurance.  This is unacceptable.  They are so young, they don’t have to go the way that I have.

On occasion, I “walk” for a mile while sitting in a rocking chair with Shana the Beautiful.  If I stand, I can barely make it through the warmup.  I want my endurance and frequency to increase, so I loaded up on my own Leslie Sansone walking DVD, a beginners Yoga DVD, and easy Pilates DVD at Costco.  I have a resistance band that I bought for $2.50 in the “dollar section” at Target, and I already had the yoga mat and hand weights at home.  Now, they’re all in a basket near the television and I aim to do something every day.  My monetary investment has been a whopping $29.50, plus tax.  I finally have found physical activity that I love, which I understand is the key to becoming active and staying active.

For the first time, I have a hunger for self-care in a meaningful way.  For the first time, I have a hunger for the scriptures.  I hope this means I am ready to be worthy of imitation.

Newsflash

(insert Kermit the Frog news update sound here)

I have fallen off the wagon.

I have jumped off the wagon.

I have taken a full-fleged step into weight-loss insanity and skydived off the wagon.

Although I have kept a mental note of the fact that I am going over my daily points allowance, I haven’t recorded anything since the accident.  At this moment, I am up 0.4 lbs. from the total I’ve lost.  Tomorrow will be more of the same.  I feel ugly inside and out of control and having to keep track of points is just one too many things for my overworked and highly medicated brain to do.

The program…. the program is something I love.  It’s something I’ll get back on.  I know eating doesn’t solve my problems.  I know eating may actually make my problems worse.  But I need a vice real bad right now, and since drugs, alcohol, and free love are out, food is it.