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success!

Thursday, October 24, 2013

I did it, I did it! I FINALLY burst through my plateau and lost weight this week!

159.5 lbs!

Out of the 160's for good!

Hooray!

  
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THE_RED_BIRD 10/24/2013 8:57AM

    Hooray for you! I'm stuck on a plateau now and it's so encouraging to hear of your success.
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LOVELESMILLS 10/24/2013 8:56AM

  WOW! Quite an achievement: Good for you!

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on the road again

Sunday, October 13, 2013

If you've read my previous blog entry you'll know that I've struggled hard these past two months to get my eating back on track. Tons of take out, late night eating, and emotional binges have all played a role in my struggle to lose weight. So, in an effort to jump start my weight loss, I've decided to do a 30 day cleanse. Nothing crazy, no cayenne and hot water for me, just CLEAN EATING. For the next 30 days I'm giving up the chips, cookies, take out and caffeine that have been the staples of my diet for the past two months and will post daily updates here. I'm also giving up the scale. I want to give my body time to lose some pounds without driving myself crazy by jumping on and off the scale daily as I typically do. Wish me luck and let me know if you want to join the challenge!

  
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BAJANGAL19 10/18/2013 7:44AM

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My confessions

Sunday, October 13, 2013

I missed my best friend's wedding.

It's been almost two months now and I still struggle with typing these words let alone saying them out loud.

I missed my best friend's wedding.

I'm lucky enough to have had the same best friends since grammar school.

Maggie and I met when she transferred to my school in 6th grade. I remember watching her at recess one day and admiring her toughness as she was the only girl on the field during the daily football game. She came off the field muddy and with holes in her jeans.

She was fearless.

That was the day our friendship began.

As adults Maggie and I were roommates for years. She was there for me when I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, driving me to and from neurologist appointments, holding my hand as I sat dazed in the doctor's office, waiting for yet another mri to confirm what we already knew.

She was there for me after every break up, crying on her green couch, eating Chinese food, chips and cookies, listening to me vow that this was it, I was never dating again.

And she was there for me at the worst moment of my life, standing outside my bedroom door at 5 in the morning, listening with tears in her eyes as my sister told me that our father had died. She was with me in the dressing room, as I sobbed about how unfair it was that the first size 12 dress I'd buy in years would be the one I'd wear to say goodbye to my dad.

She's always, always been there and yet

I missed her wedding.

I could tell you all the reasons this happened: We'd underestimated the time it would take to drive from Chicago to Boston; Lorenzo hadn't been able to swap shifts with a co worker and we'd been forced to leave a day later than we'd originally planned; the traffic between Hartford and Boston had been so bad that I'd had time to get out of the car and damn near have a nervous breakdown as I realized we wouldn't get there in time.

All of these excuses are true but there's an even bigger reason I didn't make it to her wedding, an even bigger truth I haven't admitted until now.

I've lost myself.

Children and domestic partnership were never, ever in my plans but when I met Lorenzo I fell hard. I went from being a Boston singleton to a Midwestern housewife seemingly overnight. Gone were the job and college classes I loved, gone were the once a month dinners with my girl Michele, gone were the morning workouts at the fancy, women only gym I belonged to and couldn't really afford.

Gone was...me.

Somehow, in my quest to be a good mom, a good partner to Lorenzo, I lost ME. My Interests, my voice, and most important of all...my VOTE. Suddenly, someone else is in charge of MY LIFE, not because he's an ogre but because I signed my rights away. In trying to keep the peace in my relationship, I conceded far more often than I should. I compromised on the things that mattered most to me, the things that make me...me.

No more.

In the two months since missing the wedding I've done everything I could to swallow the shame, the pain.

I've tried soothing myself with so much food that I'm now on a first name basis with the staff at not one but TWO vegan restaurants. I've watched hours of mind numbing tv, and have read and re-read every Jodi piccoult book my library has to offer. I've avoided this very journal entry in an effort ignore the elephant in the room of my life.

I no longer have the final say in my own life.

No more.

No more.

No more.

  
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BAJANGAL19 10/18/2013 7:48AM

    Thank you so much lil shine. I did talk to my boyfriend and feel better than I have in a long time. I'm so committed to taking care of myself and putting myself first! I hope your sister is ok, and good luck to you on your weight loss journey too.

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LILSHINE 10/15/2013 11:07AM

    You almost sound like my sis...she too has MS and I often see this in her that she's lost who she once was for kids and hubby. She's not complaining but me and my other sibling see it...just waiting for her to see it. I agree with Evie even though I'm not married yet...I think you have to be you and take care of you and your needs before you can properly take care of others. Your friends wedding is behind you, you've had your down time about it ---now it's time to take on the role of "YOU". Talk to your partner, let him know how you're feeling and what he can do to help you. Then be willing to do what it takes to regain the you - you've loss no matter what his reaction may be. Stand up and be the strong woman that you are...

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BAJANGAL19 10/13/2013 8:52PM

    Thanks evie, I really needed to hear that!

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EVIE4NOW 10/13/2013 8:07AM

  I think we all lose a bit of ourselves when we marry or enter a relationship. Wanting it to last without arguments or fights, we rein in who we are. Being married almost 42 years now, I think the trick is to choose your battles carefully and express yourself. Total communication is necessary to be able to express who you are, vent, rage, or go along happily. Concessions have to be made on BOTH sides.

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more than just a number

Saturday, September 28, 2013

One of my favorite things to do is workout.

As a kid I'd ride my bike for hours, exploring my neighborhood and beyond with my best friend Maggie by my side.

Exercise has been a major part of my life for a long time now. So much so that, at 25 years old, when I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, the first thing I asked the neurologist was, "Can I still go to the gym?"

Thankfully the answer was yes. My MS is so mild that I rarely think about it and, knock wood, it never gets in the way of my daily routine.

So why is it that a reasonably healthy, reasonably intelligent, vegan who works out 5 days a week is having such a hard time losing the last 20 lbs?

Because I'm a life-long emotional eater.

Correction: I'm a life-long emotional OVER eater.

I don't super size it every time I hit the drive through. I don't drink barrels of soda even though I should be drinking water or skip breakfast and lunch and then stuff myself at dinner time.

My problem is that when things go wrong I have one go-to, one coping mechanism that I return to time and time again.

Food.

And I have to break this pattern because forget about the last 20 lbs, I've got a kid now.

A daughter.

Someone for whom I want to set a good example.

And I'm not doing that right now because even though she never sees me binge (I save THAT for when both she and daddy have gone to sleep) she won't be 4 forever.

Eventually I'm going to get caught.

I want to learn healthy eating and healthy stress management tools so that I can pass them onto my daughter.

And that's so much more important to me than reaching a number on the scale.

  
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SPARKLE1908 9/28/2013 4:29PM

    You will get a handle on the emotional eating but I'm sure you are an excellent role model!

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MJRVIC2000 9/28/2013 12:30PM

    Remember that there is a BIG difference between making a DECISION and making a COMMITMENT! God Bless YOU! Vic.

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so far so good

Friday, September 20, 2013

It's day four of my return to spark people and I'm feeling really great about my progress thus far.

Each morning I wake up, have a healthy breakfast (usually non dairy yogurt, granola and fruit) before getting on the elliptical for at least 40 minutes and hitting the weights for another 20. Afterwards, I login to spark people to plan my meals for the day. I also spend some time reading motivational blogs and articles and practicing my relaxation breathing for the moments when my family will inevitably stress me out.

Self caretaking isn't easy.

As a mom we're taught to put our family's needs first and back burner or own desires but I'm starting to realize that this habit is what contributed to my weight gain in the first place. Instead of paying attention to my very real need for ALONE TIME, I ignored myself each and every time my daughter or boyfriend whined how much they needed me. And the stress of putting their needs above my own brought about the same conclusion every single time: me stuffing myself with"forbidden foods" as soon as i got five minutes to myself.

No more.

I can't live that life anymore.

And so today, after handling my four year old's temper tantrum on my own, I told my boyfriend that I was going for a twenty minute walk. When he asked why I replied,"because I earned it".

And I had.

Before I would have rewarded/soothed myself with chips but...I don't want to be that person anymore.

Because ultimately, emotional eating only leads to weight gain and more depression and that's not the life I chose to lead.

I deserve so much more.

And so do you.

  
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LILSHINE 9/23/2013 4:15PM

    Good for you. Becoming a better happier you, will make them happier to. As they say when mommas not happy, no body is happy!

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