Back to Day One

Dear readers, trapped in the nuisance of dieting I’ve lost track of the days.

For starters, my husband got on the dieting train and he’s done much better than me.

I’ve mostly been haunted by PMS.  I’m still wondering why in the heck am I still getting periods at my age.  I will be more than happy when my period goes away forever.

Now getting back on track is going to take some willpower.

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For me it’s all about the cheese.  I love to eat cheese!

As I write  this post some cheese and crackers are laughing at me.  Teasing me, luring me into just taking a bite.  They  know I’m not suppose to snack on them.  However, my grandma would always say, “El que rie ultimo, rie mejor” which means thee who laughs at the end, laughs with more joy.

So, if I were the cheese that’s in the refrigerator and the crackers in the pantry, I would be extremely quiet because I could use some carbohydrates right now.

Which leads us to the most important part of this all.

Tomorrow I’m at Day 1 all over again.

And this time I intend to go straight to Day 10 without hesitation. Why Day 10?  Well, because those first ten days are crucial to staying on track.  My husband already is feeling the benefits of dieting, his size 36 pants need a tighter belt for fitting.

Finally I just need to add one word to this, FOCUS.

It has to become my mantra for pulling this off.  Each time temptation comes around the corner, I need to repeat FOCUS.

FOCUS on feeling better,

FOCUS on walking better,

FOCUS on living better, and so much more.

And don’t forget to do something that makes someone’s day better;  make me company on my way to wellness; and, repeat my mantra FOCUS.

 

 

 

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Day 4: The Pasta Daze

Dear readers, these past few days have been challenging.

I’ve felt like a character of Poe’s  story “The Tell Tale Heart”, but instead of a heartbeat it’s more like a screaming cinnamon bagel that’s calling me.

I’m holding my own (if you don’t count my midnight bagel crime) or my cravings for some Pizza Hut pasta. Yogurts and salads will have to do.

  • Two things are keeping me motivated: one, my husband who is dieting with me, and; two, I don’t want mobility issues this coming Christmas.

So, I should place next to the pasta a picture of my walking cane, as a reminder to which way I want to go.

Remember, be kind to yourself and make me some company on my road to wellness.

Day 2: Dealing with an upset tummy 

Dear readers, all of us know how prednison can spike our craves to eat “anything” that has SUGAR. And not happy about that I have the situation that I developed Diabetes because of IT.

So, yesterday I felt the urge to dip in to some cake frusting in the fridge. Super bad idea!

Which lead me to one of the worst tummy aches I’ve ever had. 

But, I’m still hanging in there. 

Day 3 is all about getting some pampering. 

Hoping everyone is feeling good.

And, don’t forget to make me company on my trip to wellness.

MG & Weight Loss: An ongoing issue

Dear readers as you know we deal with a lot of mobility issues. I’m not going to get into the reasons of why this happens because basically all of us know that when weakness strikes we need to get some rest and that can go on for days and even weeks.

Which takes us to our next point, weight gain.

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We struggle with our weight.  If we gain those extra dreaded pounds it’s going to be tough to move around and this makes us go in circles for what seems a very long time.

 

I had gotten to a decent point after May last year, and my weight was down to 148, which for me was great. Then, after my last flare and hospital stay in December it went all the way up to 175.

Gee, was I frustrated.

My family told me,

“Don’t STRESS yourself, things will work out.”

“You’ll see in no time you are going to loose that extra weight.”

I thought to myself,  “Yeap, those 28 extra pounds are going to just melt away as I do my high energy power exercises!!!!!”

If they wanted to make me feel better they did it, but the high only lasted a couple of minutes. Nobody was talking about how I was going to get there.

To make my loooooong story, very short.  I began my depending on how I wake up in the morning weight loss program.  I simply started to count my calories and since all of us know exercise is almost out of the question some days.  The days I get up feeling strong I exercise around the house doing household chores and eat very carefully.

Yesterday I weighed myself after a week, and discovered that I had only shed 2.2 pounds. I was disappointed because I thought that I had lost more.  Which lead me to a war with half of dozen cupcakes I had bought for “Ian” at the supermarket.

All of a sudden I craved sweets and totally forgot about the low-fat yogurt I was supposed to eat.

After an afternoon on an emotional merry go round ride I finally curled  up in bed and read that shedding 2.2 pounds was more than good in a week.

Which made me feel good about myself, which took me back to the cupcake I had eaten earlier.  The good news is that I had eaten only one out of six, the rest are still safe in my refrigerator.  Ian will probably have some this afternoon when he gets back from school and the rest will be given away.

My archenemy strawberry frosted vanilla cupcake had won the first battle, but I won the following when I chose not to eat the rest of them.

So, my dear friends reaching that point where wellness surrounds us is tough, but we need to remember that our bodies our weak, but our will is strong.  And that is precisely what keeps us moving forward.

Plan your life because it’s yours and only yours,  and find meaning and purpose in each day reaching out to others. When we give it a try, it’s pretty amazing.

I invite you to come along on my quest for wellness not only of my body, but most importantly of my soul