I had a very happy birthday week. When I left Charlotte and headed towards Charlottesville for Labor Day, my weight was at an all-time low of 232.8. (Well, all-time so far in this new weight loss journey. Obviously, I’ve been that weight before.) I got on the scale at my Dad’s house at some point at it said 239.something. I assumed it was wrong. I was feeling like I must be 230 when I weighed in the last time at his house at 237. When I got home, I was still around 236. Today, I am 235. Man. Three pounds. Do you know how hard it was to get to 232? Tom brought up a valid point, that I’m forever out of the 240s. I remember dancing between 238 and 241 and hating myself. I tell you what, 232-235 doesn’t feel much better.
I read somewhere that when our ancestors felt the stress of famine, or winter, or a big sabertooth tiger, they would eat as part of their body’s reaction. Nowadays, we have different stresses. No famine. (That’s for sure.) Things like deadlines affect our bodies much like the sabertooth, and our subconscious is like, “Ah! Stress! We may not survive! Pack on calories! Survive! Survive! Survive!”
I’m sure you think it’s bullcrap. I did. Until today. Today, I am stressing and I just want to eat. I had a lot of cake over the past 3 days, but now the cake is gone. So, hopefully we can get back on track. I feel so stressed. The house is a wreck. I MUST finish some illustrations and I’m just not feeling motivated. I’ve got to find time to jog at some point. It’s Wednesday! I haven’t jogged at all this week! We bought a piece of furniture from World Market and the doors don’t close the way they’re supposed to. I spent a whole day putting it together, all for the final piece, the door, to not fit properly. I wasted a whole day that I should have spent illustrating!
There’s nothing to do about that now but sigh and move on. I have to take the thing back to World Market, because I’m not keeping a messed up one, and probably put another one together. I guess that doesn’t have to happen today, or even this week. So, I need to let that go.
I also can’t find my very expensive Nikon. I thought it was in the truck for a long time. Then, I assumed I took it to Easter in Virginia, but I didn’t have it to take pictures. I never had that “AH!” moment when I realized that I left it in a cab or something. We had it when we went to get Bruce’s picture taken with the Easter Bunny. That’s the last time I remember having it. I hope beyond hope that it’s at my parents’ house, but no one has seen it. I’m devastated. The loss keeps me up at night and the sleep depravation = more stress.
My plan is to be 225 by Bruce’s party on 9/28. 215 by Halloween would be nice. 205 by Thanksgiving would feel spectacular. And while we’re setting goals, lets see what we can do about being under 200 by Christmas, 195 to be specific.
I’m going to see if I can get the scale down to 229 by Sunday. I just have to lose the pounds I accidentally put back on with cake and then 3 more. I already feel things starting to settle back down. I ate out for lunch today with my Great Aunt Sara Beth, so there’s no reason for me to go out and have a big sit-down meal. A few smoothies should do the trick, fill me with healthy veggies, and motivate me to stay motivated.
That La Kid 