I surf the weight loss blogs quite often. And do you know what makes me sad? When I check out someones blog roll (the list people share of blogs they enjoy frequenting) and there are links to blogs where the author has not updated for weeks. And when you check out that poor, neglected blog, invariably the first line of the last post begins with something like "I'm falling off the wagon" or "I've gained 5 pounds this week & I'm celebrating by eating a pie." And then you never hear from this blogger again. *sniff*
Okay~ Things are not that bad, here. But I do have my list of excuses for why I have abandoned you, Internet. And luckily it has nothing to do with wagons or cake.
Here it goes: there has been a mudslide of diarrhea and vomit in my home over the last week. (thankfully not from ME however I am the lucky gal who is cleaning it all up & kissing
the puke-dispensers.) There's something about staying up past 2AM each night (mopping barf & washing linens in hot water) then getting up at 7AM that makes it difficult to be charming & encouraging and a lot easier to be snippy & dull (me).
Hang on... I'm not done...
We've had a LOT of big decisions to make at the practice this week including the hiring of new employees, IF and WHEN to move to a new office space, the creation of new printed materials for our medical weight loss program (me), and dealing with, what seems like, every business computer we own breaking down at the same time.
Dr. Hempel has been a very competent medical assistant during the long nights we've had of puke mopping which has made him equally exhausted and rightfully cranky. We have both agreed that it is never too early to start learning how to clean up your OWN vomit & have decided if Corbin pulls another "hey mom & dad~ think I'm asleep? HA! I'm in my room throwing up like the Exorcist" maneuver, he's getting handed three wet rags & a bottle of 4o9.
Momma & Daddy are tired.
And for my last brilliant excuse... It's time to fess up on my last weigh in. The weight GAINS are never fun to report. Last Tuesday I went to Weight Watchers (I love the meetings & the company) and discovered I had GAINED 1.6 pounds. Ugh. So I went from that beautiful 190.00 up to 191.6. Sigh. Could it have been the chocolate cake that Lisa Carter served at her birthday party (and shoved down my defenseless throat)? Or was it the Italian dinner at Bel Tramonto I treated Lisa to for her 40th birthday? I just. don't. know. (okay... I know... I know...)
I was chatting with someone this week who has recently gained 20 pounds. She said "the weight just crept up on me. One week I had gained 2 pounds... I weighed myself again a couple of weeks later and there was an additional 3 pounds... and before you know it- I've gone up 20."
I don't want to do that. I have really been struggling with discipline in my diet lately. I'm thankful for comments like this that feel like that soft slap on the face saying "AMY. Are you there? Are you listening...? 'Cause you need to."
I like to have upcoming events in front of me as incentives to lose weight. That's my new tactic. Here's what I have coming up: February 13th I'm going to Portland to meet up with my rockin' mother-in-law & Kari, my sister-in-law for 24 hours of shopping at Ikea. (Ikea is my Mecca.) They have not seen me in a while so I need to wow them with my tight, petite butt. Then March 11th we're hosting a work event. The shirt I bought (pink with a custom embroidered "Aspen" logo that matches all of the other female staff members) fits. By this I mean that if I were to take a deep breath, the front pulls open at the buttons. If I gain more weight... it won't be so cute. If I lose another 5-10 pounds, it'll be even more adorable on me.
So there you have it, Internet. I'm here. The kids are getting better. At this very moment it's 11:50PM so this time I'm staying up for YOU (where's the love?) and if you puke... YOU'RE cleaning it up. I'm off "nurse duty".