Traking, addictions and recovery.

We've been back from our vacation for over a week, and I'm only now starting to feel human again.

Anyway, I gained two pounds while we were away. My MIL has a knack of making us all eat...we're all too skinny you know.

And today I'm tracking points again. I will be writing my food down and staying with in my points goal. I've got to get serious again about this, I just have to.

I also made a scary discovery about myself. I think I am seriously addicted to sugar. There was a day last week that was particularly crazy. I felt like the only way I'd get thru it was with sugar. Sadly, I answered that clarion call, and did feel better, and I was putting a mini-donut into my yap. Oh, my.

I need to think about how to deal with that. It never occurred to me that I might have addiction issues with sugar. I guess I surprise myself now and again.

But, despite that, I'm going to try and make it a good week.

A Vay-cay Update

We've been on a little vay-cay for the last few days, so as you can imagine my food choices are limited. I've also eaten out more in the last week than I have the whole year.....VACATION! Remember when eating out used to be fun? Not so much anymore.

Anyway, we're also at a house with a full length mirror. OH THE SHOCK AND HORROR! No, I am not talking about stretch marks on my abdomen either, they're actually looking fairly good, all things considered. No, no, no, it's me. I'm fat and I'm tired of being fat. So, I guess the good feelings of being in a smaller size of fat pants are officially gone.

I really need to get back on program and really get serious about my weight. I have a mental wall though. How do I get past this? Any ideas? I really want to get down to my prepregnancy weight. Does anyone have a magic wand I can borrow? hehe.

Anyway, on this trip, I've made some decisions about my life and lifestyle. I'm going to be implementing them when I get home. I just hope I can find that mental push to make it happen.

Hurdles

There is a truth universally acknowledged, that when I am stressed I eat.

Been eating a lot these last two days, and I'm not sure how to get a hold of myself and my urges to go to the fridge for comfort.

I know that this is my biggest hurdle of all right now, and the hurdles always scared me at the track meet.

At least I am not just eating spoons of mayonaise anymore like I did when I was teaching. No, I never did that, but you get the point.....it's stress, but different.

Chicken's New Clothes

Found the scale. It was under the TV shelf in our room. DH put it under there so the baby wouldn't chew on it. But that's his favorite thing to chew on right now, so I don't care, if it gives me 5 mins to get dressed in peace. Chew away!

DH pumped up the stroller tires....oh, that was nice.

Down to 207#s this morning, again.

I think I've lost more inches than weight, which is totally ok, since the number on the scale is not my only measure of success. Yesterday I was pressed for time and needed a clean shirt quickly. I pulled out one of my medium shirts and it fit. It didn't fit three months ago. So, now I feel like I have a bunch of new clothes, but with out spending the money for new clothes.

And I seem to be winning the war on desire. I have not had a treat in two days, and I'm ok with that!

What was really wrong...

Now it all makes sense...

Over the past week, it had been getting harder and harder to push the stroller up the hills in my neighoborhood. I kept thinking something was wrong with ME.

No. That would be something wrong with the stroller....like two flat tires. I have no idea where the tire pump is, and there is no way I am venturing into the man cave to find the pump. I will just have to think about walking and make extra good food choices today, because we are not strolling on flat tires anymore.

Missing!

The scale seems to have disappeared?? But with a small child, I'm not surprised. So when I find it, and that means I have to look for it, I will post some results.

The Necessary Enemy

Some days I just wonder why I put myself thru this.

I love the excercise part, but hate the food part. If only food wasnt' the enemy and a neceissity. Then life would be so blissful and good.