Wow …Apparently publishing weekly was just too much for me. My ambitions for a close look at my transformation, including recipes and menus, became too big. At the time I stopped writing I hadn’t realized how intimidating my vision was. Mostly, I think getting used to the work involved of setting new habits and a new lifestyle took a lot of my energy. After hours of planning, cooking and prepping meals for the week I didn’t have much left in the tank.
And, of course, I beat myself up for this. I’m not sure exactly who I thought I was letting down. My stats show I have a fictitious ravening horde drooling to get their eyeballs on my latest missive all about me, and my journey.
It’s January 2017 and 0130 on a Saturday night. This is my favorite time. Everything’s quiet. I’ve puttered around, run errands, had a nap and feel energetic. I don’t have nights like this a lot anymore. Truth be told, I miss it.
So let me catch you up. I know you’re simply dying to read the latest stats. Over nine months and 70 pounds. BP has remained in the normal range for three months, so the meds can go away. Before mid-December I was walking 1.5 miles four days a week. My food is still healthy.
Healthy, but not tracked as tightly as I once did. I’m trying to figure out if it’s something I should go back to. This was my first holiday season without binging on comfort foods and grabbing for the cookies, lusting for a really good fudge.
Mom made candy for Christmas. Fudge, penuche, divinity. I never got the hang of it. Don made a mean fudge with the recipe from the back of a marshmallow creme jar. I can still taste the brown sugar, the walnuts, the buttery chocolate. Bit I didn’t even seek any out this holiday season.
The first week of January got thrown to the planning wolves. I was sick the entire weekend and got no meals prepped. Safeway and its good selection of salads, and prepped fruits and veggies kept me going. Not what I had in mind at all. Grateful to know there’s an easy, if expensive, solution for the times I just don’t get it done. There were several times I ate out as well. I did okay there too.
Which brings me to my stress level. Major changes going on at work. Major life-altering, overwhelming changes. In mid-December, a co-worker in the Development team left and I was given a lot of his job to do. Combining our jobs makes complete sense. But December is the busiest month of the year for fund-raisers and I went from being able to keep up to inundation. At this writing I’m still working on getting all of December’s work done.
Membership has also moved into Development and I’m now reporting to a VP who treats me like the adult I am. No longer am I the temp sitting in the corner doing data entry, I’m now truly the Membership Manager with her own place at the grownup table. I couldn’t be more excited. Last week was my first 40-hour week in over 17 months. I’m still a temp, but that’s likely to change down the road.
So holiday season; blood pressure stayed normal and I didn’t gain any weight. Huge wins.
Adding to the excitement is Grace, my 1997 Honda Civic which replaced Car, my 1995 Honda Civic with the crunched up hood. Grace drives like a dream and has working heat. And a clicker. I love having a clicker.
Before I close, I want to mention a collaborative project I’m working on with my dear friend, Richard Derus (@ExpendableMudge). He’s decided to make 2017 a year of activism by reading, and reviewing, around a monthly theme. And I get to join the fun! It’s called #ReadingIsResistance.
And so it goes. Gratitude and positive energy work have brought such enormous changes to me. How can I not be grateful?
Oh, and the picture up top? That’s what I look like today. 70 pounds lighter, wearing a brand-new 2X t-shirt which is BAGGY, trying on size 18 jeans. Life is great!