Monday, January 07, 2013
Ugh. I got on the scale today after a month and a half of illness and I was right. I not only gained back ALL the weight I'd lost, I added 3 pounds for good measure. So it is back to the beginning again.
Again. I have said that so many times in my life where weight loss is concerned that you'd think I'd have had enough of it. I think I have. After today, I will NOT start over on losing weight again. This is the last time.
But - how do you start something for the very last time? I think by doing a complete overhaul of everything. And not just diet and exercise. It must mean a total mental overhaul too. And a total medical overhaul. I may have to break down and let the docs put me on a medical regimen - meaning prescription meds - to keep the flares under control. That one will be hard. I just don't want to be on any prescriptions. But if it will fix this - then I will do it.
So I am going to join the Sugar Free challenge like Vintagepage and retool my exercise program based on my health and not on arbitrary goals. There. Done.
For exercise - we are gearing up on farm work again and that means lots of physical activity. We need to repair all the fencing so we can get our goats and a mini donkey. They are joining our farm family to help clear brush - and because they are just so cute. But I've made Joe agree that in order to get them he has to fix the brush hog so I can get in there and clear the field. And we need to build them a little barn to sleep in at night. And I ordered a spin dvd until my feet are cleared to taebo or run or whatever.
On the chicken front - Aggie and Ezzie have new roommates. We adopted Millie and Tillie from our friends who ended up - in kind of a 'my life' sort of way - with 19 chickens and didn't know how. I mean, not like one day they woke up and 19 chickens were squatting in the yard, but more like the county called and asked my friend's husband if he would be willing to take some poultry that were on a farm and not being cared for. He thought that meant 5 of 6. Turns out it meant 19 and they were overrun by chickens.
So we took 2 girls and Millie and Tillie joined our little family. Tillie is a little more challenged then all the others. She tries to drink ice. Their water froze the other day when the heat lamp went out and the other girls just moved over to the other waterer but Tillie kept trying to drink the ice. I had to pick her up and physically put her face in the other one. "Oh - look here! Water that isn't hard! How lovely. Look Millie! Oh - you've already found it! Isn't that just lovely?"
Dudley and the kitties have actually taken pity on me this past month and have been behaving. They knew I was sick and have stayed glued to me. I would like to think it is because they wanted to give me moral support, but more likely it is because I've been a human radiator lately.
And - I've taken other things into my own hands. Since there is practically no one hiring around here and I was feeling pretty low, we decided to go do something fun one weekend and ended up at a farm auction. The hope was that we would find some farm equipment we needed. Almost no one showed up so stuff was going for next to nothing. I mean nothing like I got an entire table piled with stuff for $2.50. Oh - and that included the drop leaf table. We had bins and bins of stuff. In them were all kinds of treasures that I decided to sell on Ebay. It has been a roaring success.
And now I'm opening a store on Etsy. I'm getting it ready to launch this week. It will feature all manner of vintage housewares, kitchen appliances, china, and linens. I'm having a blast doing it.
And that's when it hit me. If I can take control of other parts of my life, our finances, unemployment, a farm, and chickens, why can't I take control of my weight? I don't have an answer to that. So it must mean that I can. I just hadn't made up my mind to do it.
I did today.