Monday, February 20, 2012
What is your astrological sign. I'm a Libra. A very typical Libra. I would really like to hear what you are...it helps me understand people a little better. Let's hear it!
Saturday, February 18, 2012
So you may know that we bake around here. Alot. My girls and I sell cake pops and other deliciousness and Valentine's Day KILLED me. It was week after week of baking and tasting and licking and nibbling. So I decided to go back to cold turkey, no added sugar, just like when I first started losing weight.
I may have a cape but even a superhero could not resist what has been happening around here. I even considered telling the girls we cannot do this anymore. Then I thought, "That is ridiculous! You are going to make your kid quit her culinary aspirations and a way to make extra money, not to mention the time together and memories you are making because you are too WEAK to stop from shoveling food in your face? NO.YOU. ARE. NOT. That is so lame!"
I took back control of my kitchen and all baking things are banished to the dining room. Kady is still baking for a few orders and is experimenting with a vegatarian chai cake.As she was making it and asking my advice about the chai and the flavoring, of course we had to taste the batter. I did with two tiny fingertips full. It was fabulous but it did not create the urge to eat more and I decided she would have to be the taster once it was baked. I told her bake it, then move it!
So I just rerganized my priorities and am finding a way to make it work.
Now I will admit that I have had a fiber one brownie when times got tough but they dont make me want to freak out and move into Willy Wonka's house so that is a reasonable thing. I also made a big fruit salad that I will eat (like I used to when I first started losing weight. Every 3 or 4 days, I made one and ate it till it was gone. Made it easier and more fun than just having an apple).
I also started thinking about BATTER which lead me to baseball. When you are the batter, you have a couple of options. You can hit what gets thrown at you and hope for the best, you can stand still and not try for it or you can swing as hard as you can and nail that ball as far as possible. You can also hit and miss but you can keep trying.
So I am gonna swing for the fences, boys and girls. I am going to hit as hard as I can with my eye on the prize, the home run, the hit that makes everyone stand up and cheer, the one that makes the haters moan but even they have to respect the hit. Yep, that is the kind of BATTER I am going to be today. That other batter has no power over me. Not today. Ain't gonna be no badder batter than me today. Now, about those hot dogs........
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Because I am the queen! The queen of denial!
I think I have always had the ability to tune out. When things were bad in my life, I was always able to shift into neutral.....just kinda there but not. Switch off the ignition and coast as it were.
I think I developed this handy coping tool when my first husband died when I was 19. I had never had anything bad happen in my life. I had a wonderful family, an easy life. When Mark died, I had NO SKILLS to deal with that. My cure to survival was to numb myself with alcohol, drugs and (yes I will say it) sex with people whom I didnt have to care about. That worked for awhile. It was exhausing though. I was running from the pain in a very destructive way.
When I finally got tired of running, I stopped in a very dangerous place. I didnt realize it though because my brain was just waking up and by the time I did, it was too late. I was married to an abuser. This time my coping mechanism was to think I deserved it because of how bad I had behaved before. I told myself it wasnt "that bad" and he didnt do it "All the time".
When I had my daughter, something rebooted. I woke up. FULLY woke up and knew I could not allow my daughter to suffer in this sort of a life becuase I was being stupid.
SNAP. Jan came back. Just like that. This is the Jan I have always been. Tough, strong, sure of myself. I had someone to LIVE for, to provide for, to save. Someone who was soo much more "worthy" of a good life than I felt I was. I left.
I moved home with my wonderful parents, got a job and soon after, reconnected with Frank. (He was in my life since I was 14, he was my first love and his best friend was married to my sister, not to mention me being great friends with his sister too). By the time Kelly was 1, Frank was the only father she ever knew or has known.
I try very hard to be "present" in these last 25 years. I KNOW how lucky I am to have the life I do. I KNOW how much work I have put into our businesses and into our marriage. I DO feel worthy of it and I DO know I deserve to be happy.
The denial comes in when times are tough. When money is tight, I can barely look at my checkbook. It is easy to put the bills out of my mind. If things are not going well, it is easy to spend evenings online or reading, just tuned out, zoned out and then go to bed. I become only part way here, like a ghost. You can see me but not all the way. I procrasinate terribly. Like today. I finally billed some customers for work done way last week that I wont get paid for until they get billed and I really need the money. What IS that? I joked on facebook the other day that I wonder why I am a procrastinator and then said I would think about it tomorrow.
I like when things resolve themselves with no effort on my part. Maybe if I just ignore it, I will magically have lost weight this week. Maybe if I dont get on the scale, my body wont confess all the candy and chocolate and cake pops I have been eating. If I dont KNOW it, maybe it isnt true.
This is not a part of me I like. At all. It is childish, immature and highly ineffective. I have spent the last 2 years (in March) working every day on losing 70 pounds. I still have 50 to go. This denial and procrastination is NOT going to get me there.
I woke up this morning and said this is it.
I got on the scale.
Today. I am not allowing the baking etc. to go on in my kitchen. ALL baking things must be in the dining room. The kitchen is mine for making healthy dinners and snacks. (Obviously the oven can be used but then it goes inthe dining room for decorating etc).
I made a huge crock pot of soup which I had for lunch. I am going to have it cooking all week. When I want to eat something during the day, it will be vegetable soup.
I did Coach Nicole's 10 minute kickboxing this morning.
I am taking Stitch for a walk at 4, when Frank gets home.
I am making a healthy dinner.
I am going to face the things that I want to push down, to bury, to kill.
I am rowing my boat to shore and I am getting out of the river. THE NILE can go on with out me. Keep flowing, b****. You got one less person to navigate you.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
The valentines day extravagnza of baking is over. I'm so happy. I want my house back and I want the chocolate put away and I don't want the smell of cake to permeate my dreams. I am starting with a good breakfast and now I'm going to do coach Nicole's 10 minute Kickboxing routine and I have a healthy dinner planned. So here I go. I feel like I am starting over. It feels like when
You say, " I'm going to start my diet Monday".
I know I am just continuing my path but I seriously am back to my sugar addiction. Today is day 1 of cold turkey. This is how I did it when I first started...no additional sugar, nothing baked or unwrapped or popped in my mouth. Because 1 bite is too much and is never enough. Cannie, I know you feel my pain! Have a good day, my friends!
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