You win some, you lose some...
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
I have discovered that while one is on time off of work it is very easy to track foods and exercise and all those things... but when one returns to work and real life.... eh, not so much. *grin* While I may not be writing down every single thing that passes my lips, I am still making an effort. I didn't give up, and I don't beat myself up for any of the days I missed. It's something!
I've been trying to take my little green food book wherever I go, but sometimes when I take it out to record dinner after work I forget to put it back in the purse and... it's funny, when I have all these dated scraps of paper in my cherry printed lunch sack with scribbled notes as to what I ate that day because my notebook was absent.
On a random side note, 'cuz I'm thinking about it...
I started watching My Big Fat Fabulous Life tonight. I rather like Whitney, because she's funny and vibrant, and like me she has PCOS. It looks like a show that I'll enjoy following... but holy crap, listening to her talk with her dad about her size makes me want to straight-up Hulk Out. Her main concern is to be fit and able to dance without being winded or wearing out. His concern is that she lose weight so she lands a man and produces grandchildren.
"I saw my new doctor today!"
"Did they weigh you?"
Gee, what about asking how it went. If she likes the new doctor. What she learned. How is her overall health. Nooooo, it's all about weight. When Whitney caved and said she'd like to lose a hundred, her dad grunted in response because her goal should have been way higher. *facepalm* He's so concerned with her getting married and having kids... and I really wonder if he's totally clueless about the effects of PCOS on your fertility.
What really got me was how much he reminded me of my former roomie's father. No matter how hard she worked, no matter what she achieved, no matter how well her life was going, for him it was never enough. If she lost weight, it wasn't enough. If she ate right, it wasn't right enough. If she achieved something, it could have been more. He was constantly critical of her, causing her some serious pain and anguish... and this dude whom I've never met reminded me of ol' Ralph so hard I wanted to punch him in the face. All Whitney wanted was for him to be happy with her progress no matter how small the steps, and all he did was subtly criticize... and I now want to rip my shirt and HULK SMASH because I am angry for her, I'm angry for Emily, I'm angry at PCOS, and I'm angry for all the strong women who are taking trips on the struggle bus because the people they love Just Don't Get It.
On a happier note, I want to take a moment to acknowledge that I am the luckiest and most fortunate honey on the planet for having a wonderful partner who understands the struggle and never criticizes. He cheers me unabashedly when I do well, and he holds out a hand to pull me off the floor when I fall flat on my arse. I will be forever thankful for him. *hearts*