Back in 2008, I was having some health issues. (I was diagnosed with insulin resistance and depression.) I happened to work at the health center and thus had a really awesome relationship with the nurse practitioner I saw as well as the nurses. We were family. I remember having a question about something Mary had said to me during my appointment so I decided to pull my chart and look at the dictation. There is a reason doctors very rarely hand over their dictation to patients. Printed neatly in my chart was the phrase "morbidly obese." Tears welled in my eyes as I thought back on the appointment. Mary had never told me I was fat. She encouraged me to lose weight and told me it would solve my problems but she was so nice about it. This was cold and painful to read. I was pretty broken up about it but had to stay cool because was I really supposed to be reading my own chart?
Fast forward to today. Driving down the road, I see so many people struggling with MO. It is such an epidemic. And before you say, "hey who are you to judge?" I know... I know. I'm so tired of my skinny person being buried so deep. For the last five months, I have made goals and commitments every week or every month. And I have managed to fail each one. My current 8-week challenge is going fairly well but the weight isn't coming off. I have a plan for June but I'm not going to share it. It is just too discouraging to come on here and say, "oh well, maybe next time." So for now, I foresee a pause in the blogging realm for me. Here's hoping June is a big month for me. A turning point. It is time to bid MO farewell and even though I know he will be around for a while (I don't have the funds to lipo him out instantly, nor am I willing to chop off a leg.) I pray he will be gone for good before I'm 30.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
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Monday, May 12, 2014
Do ye exercise faith in the redemption of him who created you? Do you look forward with an eye of faith, and view this mortal body raised in immortality, and this corruption raised in incorruption, to stand before God to be judged according to the deeds which have been done in the mortal body? (Alma 5:15)
We have been given a body. Do we exercise however we are able? Do we look forward and see ourselves as we WILL become? Have we done all that we can to make that final result a reality? Will God agree that we have been good stewards of our own bodies? (He knows about the secret stash of peeps. He knows that I never ate a vegetable regularly before last week. He knows.)
It's easy to become discouraged. I'm the queen of being disappointed with the scale. However, I know the current goals are making a difference. It is reminding me that the every day choices do make a difference and that is how I'll be judged. The desired results will come if I am true and faithful. (Like Joseph Fielding Smith encouraged.)
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Thought it was time to check in again. Sunday marked the beginning of my 8-week challenge. I was so delighted last week when my brother approached me and said he was up for a competition so with mom and my husband on board, four of us are participating. It feels so good to have that kind of support. Last fall, I couldn't participate when my family did a biggest loser competition and then all desire to do another competition in January when I could petered out. So I'm pretty delighted.
As a side, I was going to discontinue the 4% in 4 weeks challenge but yesterday when I weighed in I had lost over 3 pounds in the week (that kind of number could easily be fluctuation, I know) so I'm going to stick with that too. Which only means I'm going to try to keep my calorie content low low low, but not unhealthy. So we'll see.
In the exercise department, I am very excited for a package that will be arriving on Monday. A DOUBLE STROLLER! We weren't going to purchase one but rather buy a wagon. But after much discussion, I want to be able to get out and about with the baby and tot now. A wagon wouldn't be safe for the baby yet, I didn't want to strap him to me and subject us both to the awful sweatiness that would occur, and my little lady isn't always the picture of cooperation if I tried to have her walk. I'm super excited to have the freedom to go out during the day. Can't wait!
And for a little motivation: