My short term goal and promise to myself was that I wasn't going to just be able to wear sweats while on vacation coming up. Thats the real bad thing about sweats, they make it terribly comfortable to get fat. In fact, thats what got me started 2 weeks ago. I forced myself to wear an old pair of pants to the grocery store and I was miserable. MISERABLE I TELL YOU. I would rather have been in a broken down elevator with Barney Frank and an angry feminist peta rep, with that Rebecca Black song 'Friday' stuck on repeat.
So I have been at it for a couple of weeks now. According to the scale, I'm down 3 pounds, but what I'm really excited about is that yesterday I put on some old pants and they actually fit! So I whipped out my trusty measuring tape this morning, slid that cold plastic around my waist and guess what? I found the constellation Orion patterned in my birth marks. But also, I lost 1" off my waist and 1.5" off my hips! Take that Shakira.
So for the last week I have been on a few awesome 40 minute walks. My hubby gets home, we eat, and off I go! Combine that with my beloved Earth shoes that have a built in 3.7 incline, and the glutes are shaping up already. As far as diet goes, I have been following The Weigh Down by Gwen Shamblin. She's all about enjoying all foods, but only when you are hungry. And physical hunger is something difficult to recognize when you (as in me) have run to food for more than physical hunger, but because of other reasons. Examples: 1. Daniel has been screaming for no reason and there is no end in sight. 2. I got no sleep, am feeling exhausted and the coffee has wore off. 3. I'm emo because our crappy tv signal made me miss American Idol last night. Boohooo... . 4. I got my family and friends who are sick, on my mind. And there are a number of other reasons... What did Fat Bassturd say? "I eat because I'm unhappy, and I'm unhappy because I eat." That is pretty much dead on too. Food can't cure my sick loved ones. Food won't make Daniel stop screaming. Food won't make anything feel better except that rumbly in my tumbly.
So I find myself running to the kitchen for a cracker everytime something bothers me inside or I'm just simply bored. Now when it's boredom, I find something else to do. I have a list on my fridge, full of things I love to do or have always wanted to do but could never seem to find the time for, and I pick one. I have picked the guitar back up again, and both my kids LOVE to jam out with mommy. Daniel has a little whistle he goes around with the whole time. He is fabulous at the whistle :)
If I'm avoiding pain or hurt over anything, I pray about it now. I believe in God. I know He hears me. I don't know why He would ever listen, but He does. He has shown His love for me and everyone through His Son Jesus and if you don't believe, please atleast give it a good long ponder, because how great of news is that if it's true? I have always known that in my mind, but only in my recent years have I really started to let that message sink into my heart. I wish I was as loving as God, and maybe one day I will be. So I'm thinking it starts with what He has commanded people to do, Love God with all your heart, and love your neighbor as yourself. My neighbors are adorable, so that shouldn't be too hard. Except that guy next door who ALWAYS decides to work on his motorcycle and revv his engine during our nap time! Seriously- I lay Daniel down and get Carly to sleep and BAM! vroom vroom. VROOM VROOMMMMMMM!!! So I will work on loving him and letting that go, because that seriously gets on my nerves.
In the mean time, I will continue eating only when my tummy growls, and continue to dig down to the root of my emotional hunger. It's hard work going this road, but I know for me- it's the only way I'm going to quit going in circles.
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