I am happy to say I am FINALLY "back on the wagon!" I ate my way through the summer, but now the summer is over and it's time to get it in gear.
At the end of the summer, I went on a short vacation, and continued the bad eating habits I had resumed in Scotland and during Dad's hospitalization.. When I got home, I decided to get back on track. I lasted through breakfast. OK, so I'll wait til the kids are back at school. Tried again, and lasted until just about dinnertime.
At this point, I had a serious problem. My pants didn't fit! I had exactly 2 pair of stretch denim capris that I could squeeze myself into. Nothing else fit. I was greatly relieved to realize I could wear my gym pants, as they are stretchy with an elastic waist. But something had to change, and fast!
So this past Monday I started over. But I did one thing different from the last 2 times--I went to the gym!! 45 minutes on the elliptical got me all fired up to do this right. I made a commitment then and there to be at the gym every day this week (except Sunday), and to eat right. I also found a new personal trainer, and will start with her next Monday.
Fast forward to today, just 4 days later. I have lost 9.5 pounds (can you say water weight?!) and my pants fit again! WooHoo!! I've been at the gym every morning, and I have eaten on my food plan faithfully. and I feel SO much better! No more headaches, no more bloating, no more feeling so tired I can't keep my eyes open.
So here's the question. I KNOW I feel better when I am exercising and eating right. So WHY do I stop? Why do I indulge in the garbage foods, knowing they make me feel like crap? I'll be damned if I can figure that one out. If anyone has the answer, I'd love to know!
Friday, September 18, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Remembering September 11, 2001
I watched several things this week, both online and on TV, remembering 9/11. It always gets me, but one video just reduced me to tears. It was really powerful.
As long as I live I will never forget that day, that perfect, clear, blue skied, sunny day, coming out of the grocery store and turning on the radio and hearing that a plane had hit the WTC. WHAT?!? What kind of idiot is piloting a plane that can't see the huge building in front of his face? Good grief!
And then we heard about the second plane. And I knew. I knew this was no accident, and I knew our country would never be the same again. I went home and sat glued to the TV. When the Pentagon was hit, I nearly fell to the floor. I prayed like I've never prayed before, for our country to be saved.
I remember the days afterwards, when everyone pulled together. People lined up for blocks to donate blood. Flags flying everywhere, some drawn by hand becuase you couldn't find them in the stores. People talking to each other, even to strangers. We weren't black or white. We weren't Democrats and Republicans. We weren't this or that. We were Americans. We stood together to send a message to the cowards who attacked us. We stood in support of those who died, of those who lost loved ones, of those who made the ultimate sacrifice for others.
My kids talked about it at school today "a little bit". They were too young to really understand when it all happened. They were too young to remember. But I remember. I will never forget. WE must never forget.
God Bless America
As long as I live I will never forget that day, that perfect, clear, blue skied, sunny day, coming out of the grocery store and turning on the radio and hearing that a plane had hit the WTC. WHAT?!? What kind of idiot is piloting a plane that can't see the huge building in front of his face? Good grief!
And then we heard about the second plane. And I knew. I knew this was no accident, and I knew our country would never be the same again. I went home and sat glued to the TV. When the Pentagon was hit, I nearly fell to the floor. I prayed like I've never prayed before, for our country to be saved.
I remember the days afterwards, when everyone pulled together. People lined up for blocks to donate blood. Flags flying everywhere, some drawn by hand becuase you couldn't find them in the stores. People talking to each other, even to strangers. We weren't black or white. We weren't Democrats and Republicans. We weren't this or that. We were Americans. We stood together to send a message to the cowards who attacked us. We stood in support of those who died, of those who lost loved ones, of those who made the ultimate sacrifice for others.
My kids talked about it at school today "a little bit". They were too young to really understand when it all happened. They were too young to remember. But I remember. I will never forget. WE must never forget.
God Bless America
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