Tuesday, May 12, 2009
A few things recently have hinted to the fact that I've fallen off the weight-loss wagon in recent months. I knew it, but was busy worrying about "other things." (Which are so much more fun).
In December I was laid off from my job and started a business at home. It's going well but it's all consuming and anxiety-ridden launching new business into the world. I've always been one to ease anxiety wtih food. I think that I cannot tell the difference between anxiety and hunger.
It all started last week when my 10 year old daughter (who's just two inches shorter than I) needed a pair of slacks for a school play. I went to the garage and pulled down my "you're dreamin' girl" wardrobe bin and found her a pair of slacks. She was going through all the cute clothes in the bin and said "Wow mom, you musta been hot!"
A few days later, I was shoppping for a family friendly gym, and at one gym, the manager started telling me all about the perils of baby-weight and what I need to do to get rid of it and recover.
Here's the rub. My kids are 10 and 3, and they're both ADOPETD. I have no baby-weight. I gained all my weight the old fashioned way. Broken diet and exercise lifestyles.
I've recommitted myself to modeling a healthy lifestyle. This has been further rubbed into me by the fact that I wanted to teach the kids to swim, and my biggest swimsuit is still four sizes too small, so I had to go buy another one.
My fear of the children drowning is outweighing my fear of bathing suits.
Without fear, now, I know that I will succeed.