Tuesday, February 07, 2012
Those are two questions that im sure lots of you ask yourself alot.
I feel like im in a hurry at the supermarket.
I get the slowest checker available.
I move to a register that looks fast.
The computer goes down.
My weight loss is up and down,
like a yo-yo!
I get myself in a jam with the food choices
and go for the wrong food.
Im willing myself to leave the sweets and carbs alone
but like im dreaming,I dont.
Afterwards my mind is in a frenzy.
why did I just eat that?
Next time I will eat right!
BUT,next time comes and I eat badly.
I tell myself tomorrow I will do better,but,I dont!!
My Therapist thinks he can hynotize me
and get my thinking straight again.
I think to myself,I need to get back to that place.
You know the one where YOU became successful
and the pounds were melting off?
Once I bought some jeans and 3 weeks later,
I had to get a smaller size.
I find myself getting frustrated alot
My family puts stress on me,
that I cant seem to ignore.
I started sparking and WOW!!
all of you have been there and where I am now.
I was dropping the weight.
I dropped like 37 pounds,
gained 16 back.Lost 9 again.
Thats 30 pounds lost from one year ago today!
I could have done better
but I have not quit.
and dont plan to.
I am proud that im down to 140
and I can live with it.
My food-itude needs some adjustment and I could work out more.
My goal is still 125 so pray I dont slip backwards
Monday, February 06, 2012
For the last 3 years,we have this neighbor that comes so close to me with his car,that I can smell his breath.Yesterday,he screamed...Get out the road BITCH!!It's not like I've ever done him any wrong.The streets are real wide also.I was at the communal mailbox and asked him why he acts like he's trying to hit me.He says...there are plenty of gyms and walking trails.Just stay out of my way!My DH would go bonkers if i told him.I am at the point where im ready to call the police and lodge a complaint.He actually acts angry at me.My friend said she thinks because he is fat,he's jealous he isnt out walking.I told him if he comes close to me again,Im calling the cops!I dont like to create trouble for anyone but he could hit me,hurt or kill me.What do ya'll think?
Sunday, February 05, 2012
Whoopy freakin doo you might say but,thats my MAN!I do it all for him and he shows me he appreciates it by returning the favor!He is an expert cook and pushes a mean vacuum around.I was cleaning up and hanging his jacket and he said I am so glad to have you!!It's not always been this way.He used to be the typical man,Until I got sick and went in the hospital.Ladies NEVER correct your man/lady if they do a task around the house!!!If you happen to be anal about towel folding,re-fold them when hes not around!He makes the bed any way he wants and I'd never comment.Zip it and keep it zipped and you might just get him to do stuff that you dislike.Oh,and BRAG on him alot for doing it.I wont let DH wash clothes because he once had enough bubbles rolling out of the garage to float on..LOL,Anything else he's welcome to!!What does your other half do for you? SUSAN
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
I am totally a Goodwill supporter!I donate and buy part of my wardrobe there.It's an excellent place to by painting clothes,lawn work clothes,fishing clothes,auto work clothes.My idea is to buy old sheets for painters drop cloths.I once bought a faded watercolor print for $3 and removed it from the frame
to use colored pencils to refresh the color and reframed it.I bought two lamps that had seen better days and spray painted them,rewired and put on new shades.I bought a $10 8x10 carpet,steam cleaned it and where the stains remained,I stencil painted leaf patterns on it and VOILA!Trash to treasure in an hour.Plus,it doesent go in a landfill.What are some of the things you have saved from the trash?Seriously try it out!! SUSAN
Monday, January 30, 2012
When I was a little girl,we were raised by my daddy to dislike anyone different.My mama and my grandparents were the exact opposite.My daddy had war wounds in his heart.He caught me playing with a little vietnamese girl when I was in 3rd grade and beat me brutally!After that it just wasnt worth the beatings to have another race as a friend.He found something wrong with everyone I chose to play with so I became very lonely.I also became terrified of anyone talking to me,afraid dad would think I was talking to them.I worked from age 12 as a waitress for dads sister so,he got a job as a dishwasher to "keep an eye on me".Once a very polite black man was talking to me and handing me money for a tip and that....incident...left me unable to step out in public.I was so scared he'd kill me that I ran to my dads brother Uncle Donald for help.He took one look at me and took me in his arms.How could dads brothers be so loving and caring? And dad was a monster?Uncle Don called dad and had him come over.He proceeded to weave a tale about me being on drugs and getting beat by a drug dealer!!I hadnt even told on him,they just figured it out.Dad had an army ring that left circular bruises on me.For a long time he was sorry and left me alone.I prayed could this be true?UNTIL...I met the new maid that was a man in womens clothes...Davina/davy was black and I didnt care...We became besties!He lived in my aunts hotel and worked undercover because he couldnt find a job as a man.It never mattered to any of us either.He was always the perfect gentleman,friend,joker,prankster and maid.Dad saw me coming from Davina's room and hugging her and that was all he could "STOMACH"To say the least,he put me in the hospital!8 days later I was released to my brother.Eddie took a restraining order out against our Dad.I FELT LIKE AN ABUSED WIFE!After we felt he was back to himself we got too trusting and he beat us both...For making him look like a fool to his family.We were both in the hospital when an angel came to talk to me.She was black and quite beautiful in my brothers opinion.I was afraid dad would see us talking to her and hurt HER!The hospital let him in to see us...HE WAS SORRY!!I went to stay with a foster family and for a while was happy.The dad had eyes on me and the mom got jealous and beat me with a broom.I ran away and found my mama and she took me for a while.The angel stepped back in again and took me to her home until I was back on my feet.To not live in fear was a blessing
and I actually got to return to school.One day as I was stepping out of the gymnasium,Dad grabbed me and put a gun to my head,took me to the river and I just knew I was a goner...I talked him into taking me back after I convinced him I was NOT my mama.He had been using alcohol and thinking I was My mama.Thats why he would beat me!!I didnt see him for 10 years after that and when I did he swore he didnt remember ever laying a hand on me!!I forgave him out of love but,never trusted him again.He developed alzheimers and died a few years ago.I couldnt bring myself to see him.He put me through HELL!I will always love the man that WAS my father as a child but,A MONSTER took over him and he refused help.
My brother has shown signs of being the same way and wont listen to me when I beg him to get help also.
No matter how much we love someone.
Love is NOT always the answer!
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