Wednesday, August 04, 2010
How often have we all tried so hard and lost weight for a particular occasion just to get there, and then gain it all back?? Was it a Reunion, Wedding, Trip, bathing suit, cruise??? And 3 months later, how did it feel when you were back in your "fat clothes"???
I WILL NOT LET THAT HAPPEN AGAIN!!
My goal was to lose 30 lbs. for my 25th High School Reunion. I did it! I look great. I feel great. I even Sparked a couple of my classmates. I realized when shopping for my dress (size 16) that I am only 1 size away from where I was for my 'Senior Night Out' dress in '85 (size 14). Yes, I'm one of those people who has been overweight my whole life.
Time to refocus. What is my ultimate goal??? Is it to enjoy one night? No. My ultimate goal is to be healthy. That means losing 30-40 more pounds. That means being more active. That means changing for life. That means not giving up my health for one fun night.
Next mini goal: Thanksgiving with my friends in Detroit, where I will get to go to the Patriots/Lions game. 16 weeks away, I'm thinking I can manage 12 lbs. If I make it to 16, I will be ecstatic!!
Be healthy, be well, and Spark On!!
Monday, July 26, 2010
I've been logging in just enough to get my SparkPoints and leave an occasional message this last week. I miss my Spark.
I left my house at 6 am Sunday July 18th and pulled into my driveway at 10:30 pm on Friday the 23rd. Logged over 1000 miles and never left the state! My job involves going to every golf course in Oregon and SW Washington over an 8 year cycle. In this one, I went to several small... and I mean SMALL towns.
There was Seneca, OR. A town of about 250 people, 2 hours from the nearest full sized grocery store. They have a 9 hole golf course maintained by a crew of volunteers in the town, using farm equipment. While the course was not "Country Club" standards, it was still a special place. An oasis in the middle of a sprawling high desert. Pay at the corner store up the street, or put your fee in the box. $9 for 9 holes or you could play all day for $12.
I could have spent a few more days in Seneca. I had lunch at the (and I mean THE) bar in town. It is the place to eat, dance, play pool or darts. The knitting group meets here once a week. If you want news on who's who, that's where you go
I had the pleasure of meeting several of the people who live in, or outside of town. Everyone knows everyone else. They are the type of townfolk that bring you food when you're sick, make sure the little old lady down the street is okay after a long hot spell, lend you their pickup when yours is busted.
It just reminded me a little bit of my journey. Even though I am single, I live alone, my family is 3000 miles away, I have SparkPeople. I have support when I need it. When I'm feeling down, my SparkFriends have been there to pick me back up. When I am happy, you are all here to share in my joy.
And I thank you, each and every every one of you!
Thursday, July 08, 2010
Okay, it's not "really official" yet. While I step on the scale most mornings for slightly obsessive reasons... My Official Weigh In Day is Tuesday.
But there it was this morning. 199.0. I did it 4 more times 199.0, 199.0, 199.0 and 199.0. I know that squealed a little bit, did a jig around my apartment. If I could have, I would have done a back flip.
So, I have now lost 30 lbs. That's 10 (count 'em TEN!!) tubs of Crisco!!
30 lbs. = 2 West Highland Terriers
30 lbs. is also the average amount of cheese that an American eats every year.
Once again, I thank you all. My Spark Friends, team mates and biggest support system.
You all RAWK!!!
30 down, between 30 and 40 to go!!
Saturday, June 19, 2010
(Sorry guys, this might be a little heavy)
It's been 16 years worth of third Sundays in June since my Dad passed away. I miss him daily. I was the baby of the family, and the only girl. Yeah, as much as I could have been, I was "Daddy's little girl". My Dad wasn't perfect. But I have come to a place where I choose to see the good parts and not the other stuff. My parents were divorced when I was in High School. I'm not sure how they ever got together in the first place. I know that there were some good times. But they never fit together right. It was a good thing. I'm not one of those kids who couldn't deal with the divorce; I think I loved them both more for having the strength to admit that it wasn't working
My Dad was a Jack-of-all-trades. He was a mechanic, truck driver, cook. He was that guy who everyone in the neighborhood called when they needed help and he was always there. He was big and loud and friendly and had loads of friends. Dad had his first stroke in October of 1989. When you take away the physical ability of someone who works with their hands, they start to crumble. He wasn't one to sit still and read or work a crossword puzzle. But, even in the rehab hospital, he was doing okay, as long as there was someone else that he could help, someone that he could cheer up with a bad joke.
I stayed with my Dad when I graduated college in May of 1990. He was getting out of the rehab hospital right about the time I got a job in Boston. He needed help and I needed a place to live. Eventually, he was okay on his own again, for a while. I ended up moving out, but staying close. Long story short, there were more strokes, worse health issues and Dad ended up in a nursing home. There were so many times that we talked about things. I had said my peace with my Dad many times, not knowing if this would be the last time. I didn't want to have any regrets, any words left unsaid. And there were none. My Dad was gone for a long time before he finally passed, November of 1994.
Father's Day can be difficult for those of us who have lost our fathers. I decided to celebrate my Dad's life instead of continuing to mourn. Every year, I do something in his honor. I buy a new tool in his name. This year, I will be replacing the well used cordless drill I bought 10 years ago. I think of my Dad and smile every time I look at the art desk that I designed and built for myself. I remember when I bought my first car and he sat in the lawn chair and had me jack up the car and learn how to change a flat tire. I enjoyed getting my hands dirty when I replaced my alternator, with Dad over my shoulder.
He is with me still, in my heart. Happy Father's Day Dad!
Monday, June 07, 2010
A friend of mine posted the following quote on facebook the other day. I can't get it out of my mind now. It needs to be shared. I hope that you all see yourself in this quote.
At some point you have to own up to how great you are, how beautiful you are, to how much inner dignity and potential you have. Stop complaining about what other people didnít give you or do for you, or how they mistreated you. Take repossession of your Self and you will rise to a level of greatness that has been yours all along. ~ Michael Bernard Beckwith
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