Dog and Cat Food Bags
Saturday, March 03, 2012
OK, so I haven't blogged daily!!
It's gonna take a bit of getting used to. The last week or so has been up and down, food-wise. I did REALLY good up until yesterday. I had been craving chicken strips for weeks, so yesterday, I had them -- with gravy and mashed potatoes. Now to get back on track. I've done OK today. I am getting in some exercise daily -- not a lot. I'm not doing that good on managing my time. I have walked down to the road and back every day -- that's about 2/10ths of a mile, which isn't a lot, but better than nothing. I was going to walk up the stairs at work every day (I'm on 3rd floor), and just completely forgot about it. SO!! That's my goal next week, along with walking down to the road daily.
I REALLY appreciate the encouraging comments (here and on my Sparkpage). Over the last week, I read something about equating the extra weight with something visibly physical -- something my WW leader mentioned also, and I've done it before, but hadn't thought of it in a LONG time. Today, at the feed store, I got a 35 lb bag of dog food and a 40 lb bag of cat food. At the grocery store, I got 40 lbs of litter. As I hauled these heavy things out of the trunk, I kept thinking that each package by itself was LESS than what I need to lose. I would love to get down to 130, which is about 70 lbs. There is no WAY I could lift the 35 lbs of dog food and the 40 lbs of cat food or litter at the same time, yet that's what I'm carrying around!! No wonder I'm tired. No wonder I don't want to do anything when I get home from work. No wonder my joints hurt. The total weight of those 3 items isn't much more than I weigh now. Holy mackerel.
If I have to go pick up one of those packages daily for motivation, that's what I'll do.
OH!! I've had NO Coke of any kind. Even when I passed it in the grocery store today, there was no "Buy me! Buy me!" pull. Stress levels have been OK. I live in the country on 5 acres -- my own slice of heaven on earth, but maintaining it is stressful. One of my stepsons is great about helping. My work is 35 miles away, so I'm on the road about 2 hours a day. I have 2 large outside dogs, 5 inside cats and several outside (the count varies as dumped cats come and go). I have a 96-year-old mother with Alzheimer's in a very good assisted living facility. She calls numerous times a day looking for dead people (her mother, her Dad, my Dad, her brothers, etc) or non-existent "little ones." Sometimes she calls once in the evening, sometimes she calls 10 times. She's taught me a lot about patience ...