Friday, February 14, 2014
Losing weight can change your life. Not just your physical appearance but mentally as well. I've lost weight many times in my life. I felt pretty good about myself too. But for the most part, I only changed my appearance. I did not change myself mentally. I did not change the way I thought about my health, my nutrition or my fitness. I just wanted to look good.
I've been on this lifestyle journey for two years now. In the past two years I have not only changed physically but my whole way of thinking has changed too. Because of this, I notice things that I never paid much attention to before.
For example, I never took much notice to what other people ate around me. I could care less. Now, it's almost annoying, but I notice what other people are eating. I look at how much food they put on their plate. If they go back for seconds. How much butter they put on their bread. Why should I care? I'm not eating it, they are. I find myself secretly adding up the calories that they have piled on their plates. Sometimes I have to fight the urge to jump up and preach to them and tell them everything I have learned.
There is something else I can't help but notice. I have a handful of friends who struggle with their weight. I also have family members who struggle. When I was 50 lbs. heavier I didn't notice their weight issues as much. I was too concerned with my own. I was just grateful not to be the only heavy person in the room. Misery loves company. But now that I've lost weight, I've started noticing theirs. It's weird, I used to be the same size as them or larger and now that I have shrunk and they haven't, I can't help but notice their size now. It's funny how distorted things get when you've walked around with blinders on for so long. Not only did I have a distorted image of myself, but of others too. Hopefully you don't think this is awful of me to say. But I'm just trying to be honest. I mean, back then I couldn't see what was going on in my own mirror, let alone what other people looked like. I don't judge anyone. Everyone has their own struggles and I sympathize with that. Heck, I am still struggling myself.
I've also noticed the opposite. I've notice that the people I thought were so skinny really aren't as skinny as I thought. Maybe I was looking at them with beer goggles on!
But, just because I am noticing these things now, I am keeping it to myself. As much as I would want to share what I've learned about nutrition and fitness, I don't. It is something that they have to learn for themselves when they are ready to learn it. I know the old me would have never wanted someone to preach to me. If someone asks for my advice or help, I would surely give it though.
Saturday, December 21, 2013
I love surprises! I love getting surprises. I love giving surprises. Do not tell me your plans. Do not give me hints. I want to be surpised!! It's one of the most simple joys in life. I remember when I was pregnant with the kids. So many families members were encouraging me to find out the sex of the babies. I would not hear of it. Thank goodness. They were the two best surprises in my life!
Ok, so getting to the point of my story. Not even sure if you guys will find this interesting or entertaining, but I gotta write about something. I'm tired of the "trick or treat" blog being the last time I wrote. Anywayyyyyyyyyy.................So, as much as I love surprises, my daughter hates them! I mean really hates them! She becomes obsessed with needing to know everything. At no time does this become more evident than at Christmas time. I think it literally puts her over the edge! If I go shopping, she wants to know where or what for? If I say, "No, I'm not telling you that," She says, " just tell me one place you went." She needs just some little tidbit of info. Because I refuse to tell her what I am getting her for Christmas, she then decides to focus on my son's Christmas list. She says, "well, if you won't tell me what your getting me, at least tell me what your getting him." I usually will tell her a few things and that seems to satisfy her for a while. I mean, do you believe she actually asked me, on more than one occasion, "so mom, where do you hide our Christmas presents?" Did she really think I was gonna just tell her?!!!
Gotta say, I do enjoy torturing her a little. Keep in mind she has done this every year since she was little. I will usually put one wrapped gift for each kid under the tree two weeks before Christmas. I pick a gift that she can, in no way, figure out what it is. Well,.....every day, and I mean every day, she comes home from school, takes off her coat, and goes directly to the tree to stare at it and shake the gift. It's exhausting really. She's like a dog with a bone! Then she proceeds to ask for hints. Keep in mind, she is 15 and this is still going on! I know, I'm a mean mommy! I'm trying to teach her that anticipation is a friend, not an enemy! ha ha!
So, the week before last, some friends and I went on a girls' trip so we could shop. The shops were outlets in the Pocono mountains. There were Christmas carolers there and it was very festive. Being the outgoing goof ball that I am, I told my friend to take a picture of me with the carolers. I then sent the goofy picture to my daughter. As predicted, her text in response was "omg, your so embarrassing!" However, 5 minutes later came a text from her that I wasn't expecting. She said, "uh, what's in the Michael Kors bag?" Then a few seconds later. "and that also looks like a pink juicy couture bag. " Below is the picture I sent her. You can barely see the packages in my hand. Especially on a cell phone. Who would have thought she would go so far as to zoom in on the packages in my hand to see where I was shopping. This child knows no bounds! She should be a private investigator! I whipped up a lie real quick and said I was holding the bags for my friend that was taking the picture, but she wasn't buying that excuse. What a stinker!
Well, being the vindictive person I am, I decided to teach her a lesson. This year, in addition to the one gift I normally put under the tree, I decided to put all her gifts under the tree! I'll teach you not to snoop!!! She is literally ready to go off the deep end! Merry Christmas, Sweetie!!
on a separate note, look at the guy that I'm standing next to, he's like, " this lady is a wacko!" ha ha!
Sunday, October 20, 2013
We are a 3 car family. All of which are 10 years old. They are all in good shape, however, you know once your hit the 10 yr. mark, things start happening. Like I said, all are good cars. My husband has a 10 yr. old Mercedes. My son has a 10 yr. old BMW and me, who doesn't rate in the family, I drive a VW Passat.
Anyway, My husband and I decided to go out yesterday to make a trip to Costco. We go out into the driveway and his car has a flat tire. So, we take my son's car to the store. We fill his car with groceries and head home. The car breaks down. We call our friend and a tow truck. After 2 hours waiting for both to arrive, we unpack the groceries out of our car and into our friends' car and the tow truck takes our car to our mechanic who is closed until Monday. On the way home in our friends' car, our friend says, "ya know, something else is gonna happen to you. Bad things always happened in 3's. I was like, "shut up, don't jinx us!"
Later on last night, my husband goes out into the driveway and low and behold, now my car has a flat tire too!!! What the............? He looked around and he doesn't think we ran over something. At any rate, we have a great tire guy that we use, however, he is closed until tomorrow. So, here we sit, 3 cars and no where to go. Damn, our friend and his big mouth!!!
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Being the fat friend is an exhausting job!!! Don't get me wrong, I love my friends. They mean the world to me, but trying to keep up with them is tough sometimes. Most of my adult life I have had weight issues. So, consequently, most of my adult life I was the fattest girl in the group. Or at the very least one of the fattest.
For years I would try to keep up as best I could. Unlike a lot of overweight people, I would never shy away from the limelight. I'm a typical LEO! Domineering and liking the attention. Unlike my cute little friends, I would attract people with my wit, charm and sarcasm. (my triple threat). The life of the party. That's how I would get noticed.
I'm sure a lot of you can relate to the jealousy that creeps up when your out with your friends and they get all the attention. I would work extra hard on my outfit, makeup and hair so I could compete with them. And I would, for the most part, think I looked good. Until........the dreaded pictures come out!!! Because I am an outgoing person, I would never avoid the camera like a lot of overweight people do. Instead I became incredible skilled at posing! My mother always said I should be a plus size model!
Some of my trick photography included:
hand on hip
face slightly turned, point cheek to the camera
one leg in front of the other
get in the middle and put your arms around the others
or my favorite, stick a kid in front of me!
(I call these techniques, HIDE THE HEAVY) patent pending
Anyway, sometimes these techniques worked and I'm sorry to say, sometimes they didn't. Sometimes there's no amount of makeup, lycra or posing that is going to make you look thin next to your best friends. There were times when I would look at a picture of us and think "oh my god, one of me is the size of both of them put together. And you know what, knowing what each of them weighs, it's not that far off.
It's taken me two years to shed this weight. It's been so slow that most of my friends and me included have forgotten what I used to look like. That is, until, I see a picture of me and my bff's from years past. I don't even recognize that girl anymore. That girl who is twice the size of her friends. That girl who was trying to keep up.
Below are some before shots of me where my "Hide the Heavy" techniques did not work.
(if only the flower arrangement on that table were a little bigger)
And now some after shots where I am finally just "one" of the girls!!
Finally, I can just relax, stand there, say cheese and smile...........
Get An Email Alert Each Time ZUMBAOBSESSED Posts