Tuesday, February 15, 2011
I have not been doing well on acheiving weight loss goals. I slacked off at the gym, and stopped paying attention to what I was eating.
I didn't gain much weight, but I quit caring. "Oh well", I told myself "as they say, life happens."
I will list my excuses, though.
My Dad had a heart attack and stoke, and is in a hospital in Texas trying to recover. My mother hasn't left his side for more than an hour at a time, except when I went down and we almost forced her out of his ICU room for a night's sleep at my brother's house, 5 minutes away. I've been very worried about him, and still am - he is having trouble getting some aspiration pneumonia cleared up so he can breathe well enough for full rehab. Even talking on the phone gets him very out-of-breath.
Work has been incredibly stressful lately. Deadline after deadline, and no end in sight. We pull one rabbit out of the hat working nights and weekends, and they ask for 2 more. It can't keep going like this. My boss is actually talking about looking for another job.
My middle daughter is having 6th grade disorganization issues. I know she will pull through it, but it is very difficult to watch and try to help her.
My church is struggling, and I have taken on more responsibility there.
But the other day, I started thinking. Yes, life happens. And life will keep happening, no matter what I want to do, what project I start, what I plan - or what I weigh.
I want life to happen at 165 lbs, not 190. And exercise and watching what I eat will diminish the stressor of knowing that I am not taking care of the things that I DO have control over.
The other things will still happen. Life will happen. But it will happen because I live it.