Wow, I hope you all have had an amazing Christmas. It was a wonderful Christmas for our family. It was a little too food enjoyable. 🙂 I decided that after 21 months on WW, I needed to take a mental break. I needed to take some time for me. So, with the approval of my doctor and my counselor I began to set up my plan to take my two week hiatus from WW.
So, how did I set up my hiatus. I set it up by creating accountability partners for myself. I reached out to my WW coach and my accountability partner. I also added several friends to this accountability group. Why did I set up so many accountability partners? Because there is always a chance that their will be one accountability partner not willing to be as strong and encouraging of me to get back on track. I wanted to ensure that I had someone that would be that push. That person that would say Tracy, you need to do this. You promised. Luckily, ALL of my accountability partners were very encouraging to get back on track.
I also set up a deadline. I set up a back on track date. Taking a break from WW and not setting up a get back on date allows you to keep pushing that date back. I needed an accountability to myself. What day did I decide to get back on? Saturday, January 2. And guess what, I was on track that day without a doubt. So, what happened on my two week break?
So, after the emotional week that I had this week I really did not want to get on the scale. I thought about not doing it. But, I have religiously weighed every Saturday since March 23, 2019. I decided that no matter what I was getting on that scale. Up or down, I needed to know where my balance was. Did I maintain the tools not to put five pounds on this week?
I don’t always publish my weigh in results on here. But, I felt it was important to do so today.
After my birthday week, I got on the scale today and I was surprisingly down .2 pounds. I am ecstatic about those results. Normally I would be upset I only lost .2. But today was different. I am happy for these results because I had a wonderful birthday. I had the best birthday ever and enjoyed my cupcake.
Losing weight does not have to be about restrictions. While you are losing gift you do not have to forgo indulgences. I love my WW because of that. I get to enjoy my life and enjoy my days.
I for too long have tried to “diet.” Diets do not work. Diets only strict you and the reason people fall off of them is because you can’t live that way your entire life. You have to learn how to enjoy food and live with food for the rest of your life.
Just some food for thought. Hope you all have a blessed week. Looking forward to sharing some amazing news with you soon.
When I was growing up, my birthday’s were some of my happiest memories. I remember my birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese the most, I think. I loved watching the little mice on stage. Every birthday growing up, my parents made it special for me in some way. Oftentimes, we would go out to eat or go do something fun on my birthday if it was on the weekend.
Now that I have grown up my birthday still means a lot to me because of those memories. But, one thing has changed. Somehow I have stopped aging. By the power of my wonderful Aunt Sam. Every year since I turned 19, I get a “Happy 19th Birthday part ?” I told her when I was in college that I wasn’t going to get any older. And thanks to her I haven’t.
Something as simple as remembering one comment I made on one birthday brings me joy every time I get a card from her. It reminds me how much she loves me to just remember that one thing.
This year’s birthday was a little different, but the love I felt from family and friends was one of the best things I could have asked for amidst COVID-19. It has been a blessing to feel this loved. On my birthday this year, I got a phone call I did not expect. And throughout the afternoon I just felt joy from that phone call. I felt encouraged.
Earlier this year I wrote about opening my very own women’s clothing boutique. After several months of no sales and continuing to spend money on advertising, I decided to close my boutique. I realized that running a clothing boutique in the middle of a pandemic was probably not the smartest thing to do. I admittedly did not know we would still be in a pandemic after 8 months.
During the last 8 months due to my immunocompromised status, I have not been in a store, a restaurant, gone to church, or seen friends and family. It has been a long 8 months and I fear that it is not going to end at any point soon. The lack of care for others has been heartbreaking to watch. I look at the number of people who refuse to wear a mask, refuse to socially distance and I know it means that I will be in this “prison” of mine for a long time.
So, I have had to come up with something to do with my time. I have had to figure out what is right for me. I will have an announcement soon about my ultimate path, but in the meantime I have found some things that keep me busy. I have become one of those direct sellers people hate on Facebook. I know how people feel about all the social media sellers. But, I have thought about how I want to do my businesses. I am going to stop being the one that always posts sales on my FB feed. I am going to stop being the one that invites people to every page and every group. This is how I am going to be a different direct seller.
I fail because even after a year and a half of learning skills to deal with my emotions, what do I do? I run to food. I run to things that make me feel good. And darn it, pumpkin chocolate chip cookies do the trick for me. Either that or those milk chocolate covered pretzels. (Oooh, I forgot about that Whatchamacalit in my fridge.)
Why do I sabotage myself? I don’t understand why it is so hard for me to deal with heartbreak and bad news. I still don’t understand why my only coping skill that I know how to use is food.
It has been awhile since I have updated my blog. I have been working through a lot of things. Emotionally, physically, and just in general.
This summer has not been the summer I dreamed of. Last year after my knee surgery I dreamed that this year I would have the ability to go out and hike, climb mountains, take a trip to the beach. I never imagined I would be stuck in my house. But, alas, that is where I am stuck.
During this journey I have learned that becoming healthy is more than controlling points or tracking my exercise. It is about eating healthier and making choices for my whole house. It is about making sure my dogs are healthy. It is about making sure food for my husband is healthy. It is about setting myself up to be the best me I can be.
So, I am changing my blog to accommodate the changes in my life. New topics will be about how I am turning my home into a healthy hibernation for me. How I am improving my dogs health and making them thrive with natural products. How God has changed my outlook on life and made my life happier. It’s all about the life changes.
I hope you are excited about joining me on this journey. It is going to be a joyride.
You know losing weight is one of the hardest things a person can do. The easiest is putting it on. Why is that?
I think a lot about what got me to this place where I had to lose 200 lbs just to get into my healthy weight range. How did I get there? What things transpired in my life to get me to the point of being so overweight? Was it something I did? Was it something I experienced? Was it just that I loved food?
The more that I am on this journey, the more I realize that for me, food wasn’t just for nourishment. Food was my escape from reality. If I wanted to feel good, I made a cake with lots of frosting on it. If I tried to escape the pain that I felt, I would sit down and eat an entire bag of popcorn with mounds of butter.
For someone battling this journey, I needed to find out how to cope with my myriad of emotions. I need to figure out how to deal with things that bother me.
One thing I have found is journaling. It is one of the reasons I created this blog. I need to write my feelings out. I don’t do it on here as much as I would like to, but just sitting down and writing out my feelings gives me a way to express my emotions.
The second thing I have found is a friend to talk with throughout the week. Having a friend to talk to and work out my emotions within a biblical manner is a tremendous help. She has been there on my dark days when I want to crawl under my desk and has been there when I got something exciting too.
Finally, I look for ways to occupy my time. Whether it is picking up a book or playing a game on my tablet, I find ways to distract myself. Without distracting myself, I head straight for the food. It’s a fallacy I need to stop and think about what I am doing. I need to stop thinking about food being my answer to everything.
When I lost our baby, I turned to food. When we had a lot of stuff going on in our life, I turned to food. I turned to food because it was the only thing that made me feel good. But, when that feeling wore off, I needed to get more food to continue that feeling of fullness and completeness.
My husband is a truck driver. I love him, dearly. He’s had some jobs where he has been gone four weeks at a time. I filled my loneliness with food. I talked on the phone with him while eating. I spoke on the phone with anyone and ate. I needed that food to feel less alone. Anytime I went out with friends instead of going to a museum or something, we went out to eat. What did I get? I usually always got something with fries and a burger. I guarantee you that I put on 50 lbs just eating out with friends and trying to get out instead of sitting in the house alone.
Let me be clear. My husband’s job had nothing to do with my need to lose 200 lbs. My husband’s job had nothing to do with that. It was my lack of understanding of how to deal with the loneliness. Instead of getting involved in things, I would sit around on my rear and watch every tv show I could. I have some that I can quote to you more about than the actual Bible.
That fact is the food was my substitute. Food was my escape. I must find new escapes now. I must find new ways of filling those emotional downs. Food can no longer be my way to feel better. I guarantee you; food will never make me feel as good as puppy kisses and the feeling of success.
I was reading through my devotionals this morning and it was a wonderful reminder. I just had to share this.
“Perhaps you are stressed about work, or family, or illness, or maybe you’re putting a lot of pressure on yourself this season. Whatever the case may be, what we run to reveals our biggest comforts. Are we comforted in God or in food? Are we comforted in Scripture or in exercise? What do we rely on to heal us and make us feel better, and do those things actually do the trick? As believers, we have a sturdy hope in the Lord. When we run to His Word, we know that we are being fed the truth, and we are given vitality through the truth. Our stressors may not disappear, but the Lord is more powerful than the stress that we experience on this earth.” From Meditations for the Heart: Heart Questions for All of Life
Where do we put our hope when we go through stressful times. Do we turn to food? Do we run to friends or family? Or do we run to the One that can help us.
As I am coming to the close of a study I am doing on the book of Habakkuk, I am reminded of God and His wonderful mercy and grace. The passage I am currently studying is Habakkuk 3:8-16. In this passage the prophet recounts the things that God has done. He references the Exodus, the battle of Gibeon, and the parting of the Red Sea.
Through this he remembers God and what He has done. He remembers the fact that God will protect His people, keep His covenantal promises. More importantly His promises and plan will not fail for our lives. (Even If: A Study of Habakkuk by Kristin Schmucker)
If we know this, why can’t we give Him our stress? He will take it. Why do we always attempt to solve it on our own? When we attempt to solve our stress problem with food, we are only sabotage ourselves. It’s time to hand God the stress and to grab an orange for ourselves.