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My 6 year old wouldn’t let me workout today

No, really.

Who can say, “No” to a boy who is growing up too fast and wants you to stay home and “play the tickle game” instead of leaving him behind? Last week his position would have been different. Last week his friends hadn’t started back to school yet. His school doesn’t start for another 9 days (oh, yes, we are BOTH counting the days), but all his buddies from the workout whose mom’s are there too…they started school this week. He lost his motivation for motivating me to workout.

Who hasn’t felt like that? No one is there to play/run/lift weights/workout/swim with…why go? Friends make all the difference. If it wasn’t for two of my friends, Rae and Aims as you know them, then I would not have had the courage to start this blog or to really try to lose weight.

If it wasn’t for my friend Mandy teaching that free workout a couple of times a week then I wouldn’t be losing weight. If it wasn’t for my friends Tami & Charlotte then I wouldn’t have ever tried a spin/cycling class, let alone gone back regularly.

Do you need a friend? I posted before about being nice to the skinny chick. Now I’m telling you to go ask her how she does it and invite yourself try her method with her next time. Make a friend or increase an existing friendship. I am telling you, knowing that someone is planning on you working out with them makes all the difference. Having someone to chat (commiserate) with when you feel like your legs are going to fall off and you are sweating from every pore makes it more bearable, too.

I am a scaredy cat when it comes to trying new workouts, but I can do it if someone who has done it before is there to encourage, explain, and (*gasp*) enjoy it with. Charlotte is young enough that I could be her mother. She’s also fit and would exercise  for 6 hours every day if she could. She doesn’t let me off the hook and I love it! Working out with her makes me feel like I really can lose the weight. She’s going back to college this week and I won’t get to workout with her for a few months. I’ll miss you, Charlotte!

My advice – if working out is where you seem to need help: get a workout buddy…or 2 for that matter. Easier said than done? Maybe. Do it anyway.

For 9 more days I’ll be trying to fit workouts in that don’t interfere with tickle time. Then we’ll have a whole new set of problems.

Wish me luck!

Better things to do…

Aims is preoccupied this week with things I’m sure we’ll hear about next week. Hopefully, with pictures. Did you hear that, Aim!?!?

In the meantime, I must apologize for not update our Who’s Weighing In page with info on our new bloggers. We’ll work on that. But seeing as how I can’t even write my own snippet…someone else better work on that. Volunteers?

While I’m here thought I’d share a new discovery I made this week. Have you tried the new dessert inspired gum from Extra? It helps me curb my mid-afternoon craving for sweets. Mint chocolate chip is yummy, but this week I bought this flavor…

That’s right: Apple Pie. And let me tell you….it is like chewing gum from Willy Wonka’s factory. Apple pie! Delish! If you want to skip the calories but not the flavor this Thanksgiving (or tomorrow) pick some of this good stuff up. Anyone tried the Key Lime or one of the other flavors?

So to sum up: Chew gum. Aims has better things to do. Don’t hold your breath on the Who’s Weighing In update.

See you Friday.

As you wish…

Do you remember the movie “The Princess Bride”? I love the line that her beloved Wesley says time after time, “As you wish..” For a long time I felt like that was what I was telling myself. “I just moved away from my friends, and I need that piece of cake ..as you wish.”“My husband is leaving for boot camp/OCS/the field, and I deserve to go out to dinner…as you wish” My brain was just letting me misbehave. I played all the games, social eating, comfort foods, celebratory meals all excuses for enticing myself with things that weren’t exactly diet praiseworthy. As time wore on, I started dreading shopping for clothes, and I poked fun at my own expense to cover my discomfort.

I put an end to all of that with a shock to my system. I stepped on a scale two weeks after my husband left for Iraq, and I saw the most disturbing number glaring up at me. Gulp… (insert me stepping out of comfort zone here),328 lbs. Wow. I couldn’t believe it. With all my pregnancies I hadn’t reached that number, and now my baby was turning two in just a few short months. Privately, I started investigating a procedure. I looked at the risks involved, and made the phone call that has changed my life. I decided to have lapband surgery. When asked why I would put myself at risk, my answer was one that dawned on me the day I looked at that scale…”I am already putting myself at risk by being so overweight”. The hardest part of my decision process was knowing that I was doing it while my husband was thousands of miles away. He had nothing but words of encouragement. Below is what he wrote on my Facebook page when I told my cyber friends the news (the day before surgery):

  • My wife has always been beautiful to me. She has a beautiful mind, a beautiful spirit, a beautiful personality, a beautiful testimony, a beautiful way of being a mom, a beautiful set of brown eyes, a beautiful way of seeing life and all its riches, a beautiful touch to everything creative, a beautiful heart full of love, a beautiful way of looking at life, a beautiful strength, a beautiful passion for life, a beautiful desire to serve others before herself, and a beautiful way of expressing her feelings.
    There is one more thing that she has that is beautiful, and that is her outward beauty that all people see everyday. This outward beauty radiates from her soul and transcends through her, shining for all to see. And the vessel that carries her soul is just as beautiful as her soul. This time away has reminded me of the beauty that I took for granted while she was beside me. Maybe I didn’t often enough step back and visually and verbally acknowledge the beauty by my side.
    Amy, you are beautiful and have always been beautiful. You don’t need to have the surgery to change the way I see you. However, I do look forward to your renewed spirit and energy that you will have as your body transforms into an even more celestial form. You will be able to do so much more which you have always wanted to do. I can’t wait to be back in your arms and look forward to looking at you as you would always want and deserve for me to look at you. Baby, I am proud of you and love you elevendy billion times infinity.

   Yep. I am a lucky girl indeed. It was all the motivation I needed, and as of today I am 6 weeks post surgery. It has not been easy. For those of you who think it is “cheating” at losing weight, you have never been in my shoes, so please refrain from judging me. This was the best decision FOR ME. As my doctor told me in post op. “The surgery was the easy part..now it’s up to you”. My answer.. “As You Wish”. Because my sweetheart is so far away, I decided to refrain from posting pics of my weight-loss.  I have good days, and I have want-to-eat-my-arm-off days.(who doesn’t?) LOL. I have a way to go, but it is going. Everytime I look at a snack or treat, I try to think of my husbands eyes popping out of his head when he sees me for the first time in 9 months. I want to look the way he see’s me. I want to see myself the way I have always dreamed of. Oh, and by the way… in case you were wondering, as of last week the scale gave me a new number. 265. ” Keep on with my routine..As you wish…”

Numbers

I don’t like numbers. I never adored math, and balancing my checkbook gives me a headache. However, the numbers I detest the most have always been those that smile up menacingly from the dreaded scale. I was never “skinny”. In high school I was the girl with ample boobs and I began to feel that no matter what the scale said, I was fat. It led to an exhausting habit of putting myself down, after all nobody likes the fat girl.

When I met my prince charming I finally felt that I had found someone who loved me for me… chunky monkey and all. I settled into a security, and I began to put on more weight, then I would lose it(but never all of it!). I was going through a constant yo-yo effect on my body. As the rhyme goes, after the love, then marriage, yes along came a baby carriage. Our sweet baby number 1, was followed by 3 more over our almost 16 years of marriage. To blame the weight on motherhood (hello..do the NUMBERS. She’s 14!) would be dishonest, I did this to me..nobody forced me to eat. What I found besides the dreaded numbers going up (which eventually led to the death of my scale) was a creeping self-consciousness and an even bigger problem: horribly low self-esteem.

A few months ago I made a decision that has changed my life, and I will gladly get into that soon. Nothing is easy, and it is a constant struggle. For now I am confronting the numbers head on…and it is CRUNCH TIME!! This picture was taken the day the love of my life deployed. It was also my jumping off point..and now there is no turning back. The Numbers will not rule my life, they are GOING DOWN!!!! So everybody hang on..it may be a bumpy ride!

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