Wednesday, April 14, 2010
I ran into someone tonight at work who works for our sister program in town. I don't very often see her. She commented on how it looks like I have lost weight. I don't even know how long it has been since I last saw her. I proceeded to tell her how I did it, then gave her and her co-worker a Spark card so they could start their own journey. Sure stokes your ego up a bit to hear it anyway. I tell you the last 48 hours have been fantastic. Today is the weigh in for our Biggest Loser so I am really hoping to tell you I won it tomorrow. Talk about one heck of a week.
On a more sobering note, my husband told me yesterday that he is too busy to lose weight. You know, I have never heard that one, but I think he is right. He rarely comes home for lunch and stops at a fast food joint or restaurant for lunch if he eats at all. When he does eat, it rarely includes any fruits or vegetables. His doctor has told him to lose 100 pounds and he just can't seem to start a decent program. He was so winded working sheep the other day that it scared me. I have told him about Spark and he has even signed on, but just doesn't have the time to punch the numbers. I would do it for him, but it means more when you see the numbers and breakdowns for yourself. This is a program where I have learned about myself as an eater. I don't want to learn about someone else. It means far more when you see where to make the changes in your own lifestyle. I can't go with him everywhere he eats and tell him, you'll go over your allotment of calories if you eat that. This is not for anyone but ourselves to police us. He would gain so much from the support of others. But he is too busy with too many people to talk to and too many places to be. It's sad, but you know, that is how life passes us by and we live our life with regrets. Our deathbed is not the place to tell others we love them. I just hope I get the chance to tell him good- bye. One day at a time. One decision at a time. I am grateful I found Spark when I did, for me.