So, When IS That Baby Due?
I am still learning my way around this blog thing, so for now, here’s a link to the previous article:
When is your baby due?
A friend jokingly asked, “So, when IS that baby due?” after I wrote my first post. He knows that I know how to laugh at myself. And normally I would give a snap reply, but the real truth is, when it’s about weight, this is how I prepare for that question:
If I am feeling particularly fat, I prepare, in my head, what month it currently is and gauge how pregnant I think I look (as a great deal of fat is in my belly), then have my answer ready before I walk into a public place like a grocery store, or see someone I haven’t seen in years. I even have a “due date” ready right now: “early May.” I am not offering this info because it’s depressing or I feel sorry for myself. I have been an overeater and an emotional eater and an unhealthful eater for so, so long. I am trying to take responsibility for my actions and have accountability by putting it out to the world. I am making great strides with even small steps.
I planned to work out tonight at my new gym after work, but got derailed. The truth is, I left myself get derailed and worked-up over being late on a project at work, when I could have worked out, felt better about myself, put things in perspective and gone on with my evening and things would have been better. Turned out, I’m not late on that project after all. Being overweight is a state of mind that is devious, sly, tricky and undermining. Being overweight is, well, a heavy burden to bear, and it is very complicated. I will try to come up with a better term for this process. One that incorporates change.
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Me too. Overweight that is, based on my head and the beliefs I (we) grew up with. You can do this Lib. Did you see the link to I Am Woman? You’re a singer. Sing it baby, sing it.
For me getting to the gym is the hardest part and everything has to be just right, ipod charged, good headphones, clean workout clothes, blah blah. Once I’m there and on a machine it’s all good. So why can’t I just go even if all the stars don’t line up? I have to have loud music and can’t watch tv or read. I’m totally in my own world. I decided after the holidy I would start small and try and go at least twice a week, that doesn’t sound hard but I already had one week where I only went once. Sad! But this week I made it twice, yea for me!
Wow, Libbi. I won’t say “you look good,” but can I say that I love you? Because I do. You have a way of saying what others think too, but you say it in a way that ONLY YOU can.
You’re on the right track. Make getting healthy your priority and you will no doubt succeed. As they say, “Put the oxygen mask on yourself FIRST, then assist others traveling with you.” When you fail, acknowledge it, then focus on what you need to do next to meet your goal. Blah, blah, blah – you know all of this.
Personally, I’m going to Weight Watchers. If you commit to it and “work the program,” it works AND you learn new habits–not a diet, but “a lifestyle change.” I know that sounds kinda cult-y, but I am NOT a “let’s hold hands and sing Kumbaya” kinda gal! You can do it online, but the accountability of weekly weigh-ins–plus if you can find a good leader & a group you don’t want to strangle–it’s a good “check in.” And you almost always hear or learn something helpful. I always thought, “I can do this on my own.” Well, look where that got me. Just “food” for thought.
Liz, I know what you mean. My life is in complete upheaval right now – a new job, a learning curve, extra hours to prove myself, a super messy house, a dreaded commute, a sick kid needing my attention, the dogs, the stress. I have been raising my voice to the kids and stomping around the house. I would totally benefit from a simple workout, but I feel committed every minute of the day this week and weekend – even though that’s not really the truth. I want more than anything, right this moment, to just feel healthy: rested, calm, exercised. But I feel stressed and powerless. The less attention I give myself, the worse I feel.