Well, it's the weekend and I am looking back over the last little while. If I thought that losing a few pounds would make life easier, I was wrong. Life never gets easier. There are always new challenges.
After getting off to a great start getting in shape this fall, my sciatica decided it had had enough and I am lucky(?) enough to be on the sidelines. Getting up and down is enough of a workout. I just can't count on my body to do the extra when climbing stairs is problematic. So my weight loss has pretty much slowed to a trickle.
My car decided it will go when it wants to, thankfully most of the time. Time to get another one, I guess. It sounds easy but I know nothing about cars. We won't talk about money.
And the water heater went. It flooded the basement which was a problem as there is no drain there. AAARRRGGGHHHH! So much for the television I was going to buy.
Thanks for letting me vent.
It feels good!
But, you know, the eating thing is under control about eighty per cent of the time. I'm enjoying people saying, "Wow, you lost weight!" I even enjoy having to get new (or used) clothes because I keep growing out of mine. Just like before only going the other way. I'm missing exercise which is a good sign that I'll go back to it. And the stress is lessened since last January when I started this journey. Also, the pounds are trickling off very slowly but still.....
My optimism is showing too. I know that pain is temporary unlike that of people who have real pain issues all the time. The car thing will work itself out and I do have hot water now. Things are getting better. I have to remember they don't get better in every section of my life at once.
I think that's what I've gotten so far from the journey. So many others blog about the very same things that bug me. So I know I'm not alone. I feel realistic about the approach to healthy lifestyle because people on the message boards and in the teams prove it every day. And I don't feel so stressed about time-losing in a month or so. If I stopped here, it wouldn't be horrible. I am much healthier and happier than before because I am doing something not just sitting around feeling badly.
When this challenge began, I was not taking care of myself. I had been caring for my mom for years and had lost touch with friends and no longer did the things I used to love. I was grieving still, I guess, because I couldn't find a way out.
I began by watching my food intake. I loved the food tracker for that. It was one thing in my life I could control. It took a long time before I exercised on a regular basis but I started doing a little more activity each day. When my niece was almost killed in a car accident, I began walking, feeling like I was walking for her. Eventually, I was walking five days a week. People started noticing which also gave me a lift.
I have to keep remembering not to judge myself by the scale. Sometimes it doesn't change but my size does. Sometimes it doesn't change, but I stick with the program.
It's working. All the other stuff will work out.