Tuesday, August 03, 2010
AB is midway (I think) through our TIKI challenge (July-August).
TIKI CHALLENGE CHECKIN 8/2-8/7
I know I rocked the TIKI Challenge in July because I lost 10 pounds and even when I felt like giving up, I got back up on that horse.
I pushed myself in my cardio sessions by reminding myself that the time I put into it is equal to what I get out of it.
I grew in my strength sessions by hitting the gym equipment and really working those muscles! (And they're starting to show!!)
I stretched myself in my flexibility sessions by reminding myself that stretching is a vital part of the process, not merely an afterthought.
I pampered myself on my rest days by enjoying much needed time with my family.
This week's cardio workouts are going to be inspired by MY SATURDAY 5K!
This week's strength workouts are going to be inspired by SEXAY PINK BOXING HANDWRAP GLOVES! HOT!
This week's flexibility workouts are going to be inspired by THE AB AMAZON LADIES, WHO REMIND ME TO REEEACH!
This week's rest time is going to be inspired by ACTIVE REST - MAKING SURE THAT REST TIME IS NOT SIT ON YOUR BUTT TIME, AT LEAST NOT ALL THE TIME.
I'm overhauling the parts of my diet that need it this week. -- I'll work on making sure to rebalance my meals and get the most out of my workouts by fueling and refueling with the right foods!
AUGUST SPECIAL CHALLENGE BONUS #1
For 5 days I am going to do my very best to see what it would be like to feel my body running on good fuel only. If I was a brand new car, I wouldn't fill myself up with crap. So I am going to spend 5 days making sure that I only put good stuff in me. I can do 5 days. I want to see what it feels like to run on the fuel I am supposed to be getting.
- Balanced meals with carb, protein, healthy fats and fruits and veggies, and good for me snack choices!
Tracking Food is going to be part of the TIKI Challenge for this week, and I know that Yoovie is going to be stopping by my page and checking my food diary.
- So remember that cheating at all is just cheating yourself out of the best you can get from this week!!
AUGUST SPECIAL CHALLENGE BONUS #1
The one thing that I am NOT going to do between now and midnight on Saturday is: TELL MYSELF "CAN'T" or CONVINCE MYSELF IT'S NOT WORTH IT -- IT IS SOOO WORTH IT!
My anthem on my mp3 player this week is going to be: She Wolf by Shakira! I'm totally letting myself out of my disguise.
Motivate me by: letting me know you're there and that you support me. The gym gets a little lonely sometimes...
In addition, I've become co-captain of the Awesome Adventurers team of the Biggest Loser End of Summer (BL-EOS) Challenge over at Team 300 lbs. Plus. I'm so excited to be taking on a leadership role. I know it will help me stay accountable as I look out for the rest of my team and make sure we're all on track as much as possible and making our own paths. I absolutely *love* that we're Adventurers, because I feel like this every week! I always want to try something new and different and make my own adventures, no matter how small they might be.
So for this week, the plan is simple: MAKE AN ADVENTURE OUT OF IT!
I started boxing last night. I just put on my new pretty pink handwrap gloves and started hiting the crap out of the bag. I felt strong and powerful! It didn't feel like much of a workout until I realized I had sweat pouring off me. I even got so into it a few times I high kicked the bag! *lol* I'm sitting there beating the crap out of this huge bag, going from one hanging bag to another, trying to duck and weave a bit like I've seen on the movies (*lol* I learn everything from TV and movies...oh, and the internet, because, yes, I did google "how to box" *lmao*). I'm sitting there looking at the crap quality of the boxing gloves they have and some kid walks in, says hello and puts on some gloves. I asked him if he does this all the time and he said, "Once or twice a week probably." And then he proceeds to just punch the crap out of the bag. I told him I was new and he didn't seem to think there was much more to do other than punch the bag and get out your anger. *lol* *shrug* It was FUN!!
My family and I have picked out 4 Geocaches to go find this month. One I wanted to do this past weekend but the boys were gone up to Grandma's. With the 5K this weekend, I'm not sure we'll get it in this weekend (hey! Maybe Friday!) but we will be hitting the park soon to try this new adventure. If you haven't heard of Geocaching, Google it and check it out. I signed up over at www.geocaching.com and can search for locations of caches near our house.
We're headed back to the lake! I looked it up and the lake is out of danger bacteria range, so we're ready to hit it up again for a few good swims before summer ends. The boys start school on the 20th, so we have a couple good weeks left to get some quality time in!
And the greatest adventure I have planned for August? Well, that's easy! My 5k this weekend! It's a strange start time (7pm), but I'm excited that I'll be doing what I thought I might not be able to ever do before. And I'll have a bib and a chip time and all that crazy stuff to post on my blog! And pictures! I already told hubs he has to take tons of pictures for you guys!
(Oooh...final note. I found jean shorts yesterday! As many of you may have heard, my really baggy jean shorts have been driving me simply BATTY! I've been hunting for jean shorts at the stores but everyone is switching over to their fall lines and getting rid of their shorts. *growl* Anyhow, head over to Lane Bryant yesterday and they have a few sets of jean shorts left and ONE size 28! It's tight, but I'll take care of that in no time! I'm excited! Oh, and for those of your searching, they have all of their shorts and capris 50% off right now because they, too, are getting ready to put out their fall and winter lines. So if you haven't been, head over and pick up some stuff!)
Monday, August 02, 2010
So yesterday I signed up for my first ever 5k. But...there's a catch. I will be WALKING this 5k, not running it.
The fact that I even feel the need to clarify that for all of you should show you something about my mentality. The truth is, Spark has been a wonderful tool, but it has also brought me to moments of jealousy for all the things I cannot do. I have been so inspired by people who are so far along in their journey I'm suprised they can still see me on the path behind them...WAY far back...behind that tree....around the corner...behind that ugly looking dog. Yeah...back there! So while I signed up and paid for my first "race," I'm having trouble getting past the fact that I cannot yet run a 5k race.
What's the point of 'racing' then, if you can't run?
The point is simple. I cannot run...so I walk. Because of years of damage from weight and just being a woman (raise your hand if you're a chick with bad knees!), and a surgery at the age of about 16 disconnecting my ligament from my patella to the outside leg muscle, and years of osteoarthritis...my knee is, well, pretty shot. I have tried previously to run on it (because I just *love* that feeling of running...I don't know why), but every time I do I feel fine during the "run" but afterwards I find myself on the injured list. Trips me up each and every time. The last time I attempted to jog was probably in May, maybe early June... It felt great! I did little intervals of really, really slow jogging on a walk with my son to my mother-in-law's house. On the way back home, while climbing out of the car (Hubs was already at his mom's so we visited for a while and then he drove us all home) -- POP! -- out went my knee.
I blamed it on a million things. You should hear the garbage that comes out of my mouth when this happens to me! You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but there is still this huge amount of frustration, especially when I've been working SO HARD to build up strength and lose the fat...those extra pounds that every doctor says are my knee's demise. I hit the wall and I almost always lose my momentum. "Why should I try so hard if I'm just going to get hurt? How am I supposed to do this when I try to do this and something like THIS happens?" (I'm whiney when I don't get what I want exactly the way I want it.) Still, one thing that Spark brought me is body awareness. I realized that day that I still cannot safely jog without risking a serious injury. It's too much too soon. I had two choices - risk injury after injury for the thrill of the achievement, or stick to the safe activities that I could continue again and again without hardly any risk. This time, and this time only, I backed off.
So when I think of this race day and I hear myself troll through the list of negative comments about how I'm not a "real" competitor or how silly I'll look with a race bib for a walk... As many times as I tell myself that I still can't even WALK that quickly, I have remember one thing. I walk because I can. And there are people who can't. And I used to be one of those people.
My youngest son is now 8 years old, but when he was bored I was reaching for the stars as far as my weight was concerned. I was topping the scale and avoiding the world. I couldn't move or do much of anything. I got a hernia from getting frisky with the Hubs one night. Even THAT was too much exertion for me! I didn't sleep in the same bed with my husband anymore, I had my own bed. I was depressed (I had *bad* PPD on top of other things) and wanted nothing more than to eat my way into my grave. Life meant absolutely nothing to me. Walking through the grocery store wore me out so much I'd have to sit down several times (the bags of dog food were my favorite comfy spot to sit). I asked my husband to do almost everything for me. I wouldn't get off my butt to cross the room if I didn't have to, because it hurt. I hurt ALL THE TIME.
And while I was much better off in April of this year, I found myself feeling those same pains. I felt myself out of breath and in pain just trying to lap the track once. When I started this journey I couldn't even walk a mile without feeling like my legs were going to fall out from under me. I did it. I pushed through it. It usually took me longer than 30 minutes to do a mile...closer to 35 or so, at least. But I did it one step at a time.
April 18th was just a little over 100 days ago, and in those 100 days I have taught myself to walk a comfortable 20-21 minute mile pace. If I push, I can get a brisk 16-18 minute walk out. The first time I tried to walk 3.1 miles with my kids it took me ...I don't even remember. Well over an hour. I *think* it was an hour and fourty-five minutes. I had to stop at least 4 times. I got bloated and swollen at mile 2. I felt like I was going to pop by mile three and I collapsed on the porch when I finally made it home. My husband was so concerned he asked me not to try it again for a while. That was May 23rd. Now, on August 2nd, the mere idea of walking 3.1 miles on Saturday - I have no doubts that I can do it. In fact my only concern is making good time (I want that "under an hour" victory!). I told my husband and my mother-in-law my plan and neither one of them doubted me.
So what's the moral to this story? That's easy.
On Saturday I will COMPETE in my first ever 5k. I will get a RACE bib and a time chip thingy for my shoe, and I will have every bit of pride in my heart as I would if I were running a marathon. Because for me, this is a major achievement. And not only that, this is a major stepping stone for the future. After this 5k I can look forward to walking a 10k, and then maybe even a half marathon! I can look forward to doing things I could not have done 8 years ago.
I AM an athlete, and Saturday I will compete for the first time ever. An athlete, you say? Well, yes...of course! I have trained in my disciplined. I followed training schedules. I worked on increasing my speed and stamina. I have increased my distance and focused on increasing my speed. I have pushed myself in cross training on off days to ensure I'm building healthy, lean muscle. I have focused on carb loading before long walks and high-protein recoveries. I have concentrated on refueling my body with the right things, with things that will improve my training. In 100 days I went from a girl who couldn't walk a 30 minute mile to a girl who can do 3 miles at an easy 21 minute mile pace. I've learned about the right shoes, about pacing and breathing techniques, about stretching, about warm-ups and cool downs and recovery. Where in there do you see a non-athlete?
So this Saturday, this athlete will compete in her discipline -- WALKING.
I will pin on that bib (and take a picture) and secure my time chip (and take a picture). I will do my stretches (and take a picture), and then I will step up to that starting line and wait for the gun or whistle or bell or whatever tells us to begin. I will set my pace. I will encourage those around me. I will pump my arms and call upon the muscles I can now see in my calves to propel me forward. I will keep my eyes focused on the forward and will listen to my body to ensure I get the most out of it. I will demand the utmost from my training without pushing myself beyond my physical limit. I will keep an eye on my time but remember to pace myself for the finish. I will pass at least one person, and then chuckle as someone else passes me. I will try to get some of the water they give us at our stops into my mouth. And then I will cross the finish line and I will get to know that feeling I read about in a million running and racing blogs...that feeling of accomplishing something. And the fact that I walked instead of running won't matter, because I will have done it. And I will have joined an elite group of athletes who can say that they have.
Don't know about you, but that sounds okay to me.
Sunday, August 01, 2010
First up, full-on frustration...
Highest Weight: 466.6
SP Starting Weight: 416.2
Last Week: 368.0
Goal This Week: 366.0
Weight Loss This Week: Gain of 1.2 pounds!
Total Weight Loss with SP: 47
Total Overall Weight Loss: 97.4
No. I refuse to move my ticker. I refuse to believe that this is anything more than my body adjusting. Yes, I was a little lax this week with my eating, but I stayed true on my workouts and pushed myself til I hurt. I had to take my rest day yesterday instead of today because my legs and arms and abs were SO sore...and I wake up today and they still don't feel 100%.
This week is here to challenge me. It's here to see how bad I really want it. This is me asking me to prove myself. That 366 was in sight and I will just have to fight that much harder to get it. I have to remember that I lost 6 pounds last week! I have to remember that gaining has not been a regular thing. I have to give myself the authority to forgive myself and move on from here. Because I realized yesterday that I'm really tired. I turned to Hubs and said,"I wish I could just be DONE already. I'm exhausted!" It really is exhausting thinking about what to eat, drink, and what activity or exercise to do every single day. It's exhausting to keep myself so focused. But I'm in it for the long haul, so I'm ready to push through physical and mental exhaustion.
July Recap - August Plan
Weight beginning of July: 379.3
Weight goal for beginning of August: 371.3 (-8)
Actual Weight beginning of this month: 369.2
Actual Weight lost in July: -10.1
So even though this week was a bust, I still lost 10 pounds this month, and that's nothing to scoff at! As for next month? I WILL get that 366 and move past it. I'm already signed up for a 5k walk this weekend, which I'm hoping will push me to really concentrate on the things that I know work for me. Slow and steady wins the race, right? My strength, stamina, and speed have all improved this month, and I can't be angry at myself for anything else. I have to learn to rejoice in what I have done and move on from here, making better choices for myself and continuing my success.
Inches lost in July -
.75 in the calf
1.25 in the waist
.5 in the hips
My body feels much different today than it did on June 30th. I'll post pics later so we can compare, but I think the shape of my body is changing ever so slightly. People are certainly noticing much more.
So the plan for August? Keep at it. Work the nutrition goals you set for yourself in the beginning and get back on track with eating more fresh fruits and vegetables. Play time is over...time to work! (Though I can have fun doing it and then it feels a lot like play time.)
8/8 - 367
8/15 - 365
8/22 - 363
8/29 - 361
I'm so ready to see those 350s!
I, Esther, vow that today I am recommitting myself to the program I have set for myself. I will eat more healthy foods. I will cook at home instead of going out to eat. I will pick some fresh vegetables from my garden and enjoy the bounty the earth gives me. I will not let myself punish myself for missteps. I will learn and grow from the challenges I face in order to become a better, happier, healthier new me. I will stop focusing on the future of "the end" and start focusing on today and the here and now. I will ensure that my workouts benefit my heart and my soul. I will learn something new this month to add to my list of healthy activities. I will challenge myself to do better and allow myself the time to rest now and again. I will realize that I am not perfect and I could never try to be. Sometimes I will fall, but I will get back up again. I will not let the scale control my actions today or any day. I will remember that in life there is no scale following me around announcing my weight to those I meet. I am my own ambassador. A smile on my face and confidence in my step will show them that I am a strong, powerful woman who takes care of herself body, mind, and spirit. I will remember that by taking care of myself I am teaching my children healthy habits. And I will enjoy having my kids with me on active outings once again. I am recommitting myself to this process because it makes me feel like I can conquer the world. It makes me feel strong and wise and gives my heart the fullness it needs. I promise this to myself.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
A-E are done. G I did last week. Guess I kinda missed something there. So, without further ado, here is your Hodgepodge Thursday, F style.
Okay, peeps. I'm just starting to research thanks to blogs from ERIN1128. Anyone want to add to the research? I'm just sayin'...the stuff looks gross! But I'll try anything once.
I realized today that while I've posted several race forms on my vision wall here at work, I never filled any of them out. I looked at them today and realized that their August deadline for early registration is about to pass me by and I had better get on it. So why did I procrastinate? Well, part of it was that I wasn't SURE a month ago that I could DO a 5k or even a 10k! I was so sure that an injury was going to hit me and I would be out the money. But the real reason? Yep, you guessed it. I was afraid. Scared. Like pee-your-pants scared. What if I couldn't do it? What if I got all excited and told everyone and then I had to crap out? What if everyone thought I was stupid because I'm WALKING a RACE instead of RUNNING it. But all of that is crap. Excuses. The dreaded E-word.
So as of tomorrow (I'd do it right now but the sites are blocked at work *rolls eyes*) I will be signing up for three races.
Aug. 7th is the Debbie Green Memorial 5K Walk in Wheeling, WV
Sept. 4th is the Charleston Distance Run (10K Walk) in Charleston, WV
Oct. 2nd is The Barkcamp Race 5 mile trail challenge in Belmont, OH
And about my fears? I'm handling those.
The rediculous "they're all gonna laugh at you" -- Why the he!! would other runners and walkers be concerned with what I'M doing when they're trying to run a race, for crying out loud!? As for my friends and family, they'll support me...and if they don't, ah-well! And even if I have to go uber slow, even if they shut down everything and pack it up to go home, I will finish. If that 80 year old man can do 3 miles, I can definately do ALL of these. I'm training and getting fitter and better able to handle this every single day! And if I do get an injury? I'll asses the damage, check with the doc, and then do what needs to be done or push through. Get over your fears, Esther! They're just silly!
My nutrition goals have slipped a little bit since I've been working so hard on the mental and the fitness. I'm still watching my calorie and other ranges, but I'm not keeping my meals as balanced. I've slipped back into fast food choices (even though I chose healthy) and prepackaged foods. I'm still trying to figure out how to balance 10-hour days and 1-2 hours at the gym with cooking. It's a work in progress here in my head. I leave the house at 7am and don't return until 8:30-9:00pm most days. Now that we're adding in Ethan's football practice (we'll talk about this later) I'll have one more thing on this already full plate. For right now? I'm just NOT dealing with it. If I can get by still losing weight and inches by making those healthy fast food choices and quick sandwiches or whatever, grabbing time to cook whenever possible, then I'm not going to worry about it right now. I have enough on my plate. If it ain't broke, don't fix it...yet. (I heard a song the other day that said, "You're so afraid of breaking it you won't let it bend" or something like that...that's how I'm feeling about it.)
My 8 year old has been so excited to start football since he signed up in like early June or something, maybe before. He's been counting down the days to the 26th (Monday) for so long now and when the day finally came, we went with the information we were given in June - 6pm, HS football field. We showed up, him in full gear, and NOBODY was there. Not a soul! The field was locked. We stayed until 6:30 to make sure they didn't have to move back the time or something and still nothing. My son cried.
Tuesday evening my son FINALLY gets ahold of his friend and teammate who tells him that he has already missed 2 practices - Monday and Tuesday nights. Apparently they moved the time to 5:30pm and moved to another random field of grass in town somewhere and NOBODY CALLED US! (Can you tell I'm angry about this?) I sat in that car with a dejected little boy for 30 minutes, doing everything I could think of...calling his friend, searching the White Pages online on my iPhone for a coach's number. All we had was "Coach Jackson" and some indication that there were a lot of Steves acting as coaches on the teams. I called random numbers and still found nothing. And I was the one who had to break his heart and tell him that we couldn't sit in the car all night waiting on something that wasn't going to happen.
So tonight is practice 3, practice 1 for Ethan, and I'm so mad I want to punch every single coach in the face and kick them between their legs. Shane is already on warning to hold me back from going to jail because NOBODY makes my baby cry and then makes ME out to be the bad guy! By the time I leave I had BETTER have number to every coach as well as numbers for several other kids. I had better have a schedule too, as well as some verification that my child will not be penalized in ANY way for missing 2 practices when THEY are the ones who dropped the stupid ball here!
Okay, rant over.
Finally, I decided last night that smoking is impeding my progress fitness-wise. (I know, duh!) So with Hubs' help, I am going to try to give up the ghost this weekend. I am NOT looking forward to this weekend, so I'm trying to come up with fun, active things that will get me out. Swimming, hiking, weeding the garden, washing the car, whatever. Something to keep me busy and remind me how hard it is to breathe with crap in your lungs. So, uhm..heads up for all of you - expect the cranky to start soon! *lol* And wish me luck! And hold me to this! I don't know if I CAN do that 10K in a reasonable time if my lungs are screaming for oxygen.
For all my TIKI girls - KILL IT! For all my SP Friends - FACE YOUR FEARS! For anyone and everyone - TODAY IS A NEW DAY! MAKE IT GREAT!
Peace out, Holmes.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
So, yes...I've been struggling lately. (The scale said 370 this morning. *sigh*) But what I've been struggling with are important demons. This is the part in the scary movie where you have to figure out what this demon is, what's it's like, and what it's weaknesses are so you can defeat it. Not every demon is the same. Emotional eating. Self-confidence issues. Lack of 'motiviation.' They ALL have different personalities. And the key to getting rid of each one is different, if even just a little bit, from another. So today, in my quest to discover what this demon is, what he shall be called, and what I will need to do to exorcise (*lol*) him, I'm starting a list of the things I need to make me whole. The things I need RIGHT NOW.
I've been whining to myself about the things I don't have and what I "need" to be happy...but I really want to dive into what my real emotional needs are. It's not about a new recliner or a new car (though I will need one of these very soon so I can still get to work). It's not even about a new job (though, let's be honest, I have more ambition in life than to sit behind a desk and be someone's assistant for the rest of my life). But someone reminded me of something...maybe this stagnation is what I NEED right now. Maybe there's a purpose for it. So why not try to get everything out of it that I can? So that got me thinking about my other NEEDS. REAL things. HONEST to GOODNESS, down-to-the-heart things. What does Esther, the soul of Esther, need to be healthy and happy?
This might take a while...and I may have to come back to it later as I continue a journey of self-discovery. I've started off by simply collecting pictures that make me feel at peace, calm, happy...pictures that really speak to the heart and soul of who I am. And a word of warning, this will probably be a lot of freewriting. I need this to come organically from within. I need my thoughts to connect to what's hidden inside. It's a little Freudian, but there you go.
Yep, that one definately has to be up there. What appeals to me about travel, though? Immediately I think, "I want to SEE things!" but that's not even the base of it. I want to be a PART of things. I want to feel like my time here mattered. Like I had a hand in something. Like I experienced something. I want to learn through the eyes (and shoes) of others. I want to know what is unique and different about everything, and everyone. I want to find the beauty in everything...maybe then I can be assured of the beauty within myself. Maybe then I can prove that I am beautiful to those who have doubted me for so long. Maybe then I will know that my father was wrong. That I AM worth something. That I have something to contribute. That I have worth.
And not just ANY job. I really want to be the head of a major publisher or magazine. Part of this may be my insecurity in my own writing. Maybe I don't think I can adequately transmit the thoughts in my head to the world. Maybe I'm afraid no one will care. But I feel the need to influence the process of the messages getting out. Things need to be changed. There are kids out there like me. And I want to heal that little 8 year old's heart with the words on the page. I want to tell her (and me) that she is special and wonderful and beautiful. I want her to know about the magic in life, and I want her to know that she can make some of her own. I want to hold her close and protect her from the big-bad-everything of the cruel world, but I also want her to learn early that I can't always protect her. I want her to know that there will be times she will need to protect herself. I want her to know that it doesn't always seem fair, but that others have it worse. I want her to know that just because there are others who have it worse, it doesn't make her struggles any less important or valuable or life-changing. Her experience is unique, and it should be shared with others.
A huge house, with a pool and a movie theatre!
I used to think I wanted this because I wanted to stay secluded from everyone, and maybe there is a little part of that there...but there is so much more. My entire life I felt limited - by money, by access to things I wanted to see and do, by my weight. Somehow I feel like if I could gather up all the things I really want to have and do in my life and put them in a nice package with a big bow, then nobody can take them away from me. No one can limit what I do because I will be able to shut them out and lock the gate. I can protect myself from their judgement. I can have what I always wanted without fear of it being stripped out from under me...and what I always wanted was a feeling of security. A feeling that the world wasn't going to fall apart around me at any moment. I used to dream of a fire destroying our house in a matter of minutes, and I guess it came from that fear that everything could be taken away in the blink of an eye, with one wrong move. (Oooh..that's telling with the all-or-nothing approach I tend toward with the weight loss thing!!) I want to feel safe for once and forever, and more than that...I want my kids to always know that. Always!
The beach both mystifies and scares me. It's power is so amazing and I'm constantly terrified that my legs will be ripped from under me and I'll drown (this one's easy...it actually happened when I was about 5 or 6 years old). But then there is this marriage of land and sea, of solid and liquid that I just can't seem to wrap my head around. And the colors are so beautiful and vibrant. It's a place that is seemingly untouched. I mean, I know we've destroyed what the oceans once were (especially with the oil spill fiascos!) but it almost transports me to a time that used to be. I do this a lot when I travel too. On a trip to New England I kept looking in the forrests, imagining I was a Native American and trying to picture what the world looked like before the concrete jungle sprung up within it. This mystifies me a little bit, and I'm grappling with what it could mean personally to me, but I think it might have something to do with my distrust in the modernity of the world. In my feeling that it was all once so perfect and we ruined it. Maybe I think that *I* was once perfect and this is my guilt in feeling that I ruined the perfect creation I was. Maybe I want my kids to remain perfect, and it's my frustration in knowing that that can never be. They will be influenced by people in the world, bad and good alike, and they will come away completely different people from the perfect babes I once held in my arms. They will find corruption within themselves and will make mistakes, and I will have failed at keeping them as close to perfect as possible. Maybe it's just that I'm afraid of failing. *shrug*
So, there you go. Four will do for now...and I'll try to revisit this later. Lately I've wanted to use my blogs as a way to explore the emotional side of this journey. I feel like I have the eating and exercise under control, but the emotions I keep avoiding. I need to confront them now before they sabotage me for good down the road. I know that this break through of 366 that I'm so hoping for is a big emotional step in the right direction, and I'm ready to prepare myself to reaching goals I always dismissed in my mind as "You can't do that, don't even try."
Sorry if the reading is boring for you, but I have *always* said that blogs are personal things. Sure, I share them with you, because I *hope* that maybe something I say will spark a thought within you. I have always wanted to help people achieve their full potential (another topic for another time), but to be completely honest (and selfish, perhaps), I need these blogs more than you do. I need to be able to come back and say, "Oh yeah! That's why this was so important! I need to get that back in my life!" I need to remember when I was at my highs and lows emotionally so I can make the connections I will need to be a more fulfilled person, a person better able to handle life (and weight loss's) trials and triumphs.
...to be continued...
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