Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Oh boy! What a week I had. First, Christmas was great. The boys made it home and we had a small but enjoyable day together. They are grown now but they are still my babies!!! Then on the evening of the 25th, my eldest picked up his children, 4 and 2, to come for a visit for a few days. He's away with the military most of the time and so it's important for him to see them when he has a chance. Unfortunately, both have the flu, again... The poor little mites needed TLC so Nana had to step in when their daddy got ... tired! On top of that, DH decides he would take advantage of having him around to start a home improvement project. I was so mad at him. I didn't have to say anything, my face said it all. What lousy timing and the house got/is so messy; that, more than anything else, irritates me.
However, because I was in such demands from all angles, I didn't drink as much water, I didn't do my exercises (too tired, really really tired), I haven't been as diligent as I should have and I didn't do my sparking (computer is in their room). At times, I felt like I was falling off a cliff and I'm not looking forward to my next weigh in. My husband said that I was going through SP withdrawals! Perhaps it was a bit but the feeling of not being totally in control and secure with my routine was very disturbing to me. Bla...bla...bla... Enough of that.
The good new is that it's almost over. I can resume my little life and get back on track. After all, I have a whole 100 lbs to get rid of in 2011! Slow and steady...
Friday, December 24, 2010
What is the tradition at your house? Here, it's a bit quiet and that's DH's influence. Oh! I tried to resist for many years, but I got worn out at the end. On the other hand, it's better for our waistline. But when I grew up, it was much different...
We used to spend the whole Xmas Eve getting ready to go to midnight mass in our best attire. I come from a family of 15 (11 kids, Mom, Dad, Grandpère and uncle Fernand) and we had to take turn with the bathroom. Boy, we sure had to keep our tongues civil and be on our best behaviour for fear that Santa would take away our one and only cadeau.
The church was always so full, with people standing all over, even upstairs where the choir was. I wouldn't go there because I used to think that one day, that 'balcony' would give and everyone would fall. And the choir was always better than any other time of the year. If you were unlucky, there'd be someone behind you who has been drinking and eating garlic and the smell would turn your stomack.
After mass, it was time for the "Réveillon" starting with the opening of presents. To make the event last longer, my father would be handing them to us one at a time. We had to open it in front of everyone and then thank and hug Papa and Mama for the nice present (even if we were disappointed for not having the latest doll or truck). When it was Papa's turn to open his present from Mama, he used to take an excruciatingly long time. First, he'd try to guess what it was by its weight. He would quickly remove his hand from under the package claiming it was wet, lick his fingers and would say, "Why, I think it's a little puppy!" and everyone would be laughing, the younger ones wide-eyed with excitement. Then he would shake the present a bit and listen to it. "Yep, I thing it's a puppy," he'd say. Finally, he would stretch one leg and reach into his pocket to take his little pocketknife out and start cutting the pieces of tape one at a time, unwrap the present and fold the wrapping carefully before opening the box. It used to drive everyone crazy, especially my mother.
While everyone was playing with their new toys, Mother would be in the kitchen preparing the feast: a huge ham, tourtières, mashed potatoes, carrots, a huge salad, freshly baked bread and homemade butter. For dessert, we had an apple pie and a sugar pie which is like a pecan pie without the pecans. By the time the feast was over, it was usually 3 a.m. Everyone went to bed, stuffed but happy. Now that I'm older, I realize how Mother must have been totally exhausted. She was a great woman and I've always regretted not appreciating her the way I should have before she passed. It's been 25 years and I still miss her so. I digress.
Christmas day would start with brunch at around 10:30: leftover ham and eggs, pan-fried potatoes, and crêpes. The day was usually more subdued, with
the kids playing with their new toy and the older ones going to their cousins and friends to see what they got. And of course, Xmas would not be complete without our TURKEY dinner with lots of gravy and creamy potatoes and the traditional 'billot de Noël' (Yule log) for dessert. Boy, how well could Mother cook!
While Christmas was more of a family affair, the New Year celebrations were opened to the extended family... but that is for another blog. Care to share your memories of Christmas past?
Monday, December 20, 2010
Just as I suspected, I'm up for the first time since I started SP and it serves me right. It showed me how very easy it is to fall back into old habits, i.e. overeating and not enough exercising. It showed me how important to be vigilant to holidays temptations - and they are many - and that you must make the effort of exercising as much as you can. But I won't be lying to you, I'm scared. I'm scared because this weekend showed me that my new habits are not yet ingrained enough to fight the old ones. I'm scared because there is so much celebrating yet to come and I wonder if I'll be strong enough to stay the course. I have to give myself one of those "it's for your own good" talk. And I won't even give you the details of those past mistakes and how I got myself into those situations because that would take quite a while (I'm a slow thinker...) and instead, I'm going to go do my workout... and think about it.
That's all I got for today!
Sunday, December 19, 2010
This one is not going to inspire anyone at all. Far from it, although it started pretty well with me preparing my lunch to bring along the trip to the big city instead of stopping at a fast food joint as we often do. We finished our Christmas shopping, a few grocery items to get and we picked up the grandchildren for the weekend.
Well on the way back home, our grandson started throwing up. We figured it was because he had eaten too many goodies as there was a couple of birthday celebrations in Jr. Kindergarten on Friday. It turned out that that was only the beginning. The poor little thing was subjected to all the indignities a flu can bring. Not a pleasant time for any of us. A good thing that his little baby sister was fine, even pleasant (... she does have a little temper at times... perhaps even inherited a little from her own Nana!!!)
No matter how bad that was, my not eating healthy was even worse. For all of you who thought I was perfect (LOL... and rolling on the floor...) well this weekend certainly brought me down a peg or two; in fact, it brought me down all the way to the bottom. My writing you this is my way to sort of punishing myself, to confess to you that I have not been as diligent as I should have been and this weekend topped it all. Now, I'm supposed to forgive myself and start afresh, and I will but I am so disappointed in myself. I know! I know! Tomorrow is a new day!
Have a great week everyone!
Thursday, December 16, 2010
This morning I read a blog and it was semi-negative. I wanted to give my support and send a little encouragement so I decided to check that person's sparkpage. I read about 7 or 8 blogs, long ones too, and they were all negative, two years worth of blogs, negative blogs. It really bothered me. It is not because that person does not know what to do, where to get support, how to change this or that. On the contrary, that person is very knowledgeable about healthy living and is also very analytical. I can't understand how someone twice my size and experiencing all the health risks associated with that kind of weight does not want to take the necessary steps to be successful. That person 'wants' to lose the weight but is not ready or/and willing to put in the efforts. I don't get it! I finally dropped it. Yet, I feel somewhat guilty for not being able to grasp what would have been an appropriate comment. Oh well!
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