Category Archives: Gratitude

Happy Anniversary to me!

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It’s been ONE YEAR! That is nothing short of amazing, my friends. 365 days that I have stuck with something. Ask my husband. It’s a freakin’ miracle.

The past couple of weeks my body has been rebelling and insisting that I eat sugar. Ice cream, chips, cookies…BAD, BAD, and more BAD. So I’m trying to reset, but I don’t want to lose anymore weight (mostly because I can’t afford new clothes). So I’m trying to make sure I don’t eat that stuff, but I am failing. Miserably. Last night, I ate three Girl Scout cookies that a well-meaning student gave me during Teacher Appreciation Week. I should have given them back. I ate three. Then I had a Drumstick ice cream treat about 15 minutes later. Did I mention the sugar cravings were bad?

Ugh. All those diet and lifestyle gurus who tell you, “It’s not a diet, it’s a lifestyle change”. Psh. I always thought that was “new age bunk” (to quote my grandmother). Sadly, it seems to be true. So I will celebrate this momentous anniversary with my breakfast of egg muffins- not to be confused with delicious English muffins- and my lunch of baby food meat sticks, cheese, pickles, and Atkins chocolate. Be jealous.

I hope my kids know better than to get me chocolate for Mother’s Day.

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Full Disclosure

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Many of you have shown an interest in beginning a journey to a healthier life. I applaud you! I must, however, be completely honest about what you may encounter. In the first three weeks of this journey, when you cannot have more than 20 carbs a day, no one and nothing with be safe from your wrath. 

I’m serious. 

About midway through the second week of induction, I was walking up the stairs in my house. I was not angry. No one had done anything to irritate me. I was calm. By the time I reached the top of the stairs, I was enraged. ENRAGED. I went into my bedroom and almost put our laundry basket through the wall. For no reason.

As you go through carb withdrawal, which is really sugar detox, your brain goes a little crazy. Maybe a lot crazy. Please do not kick your cat or scream at your spouse. The fact that they can still eat bread is not their fault. Just breathe, and redirect your energy/outrage. Clean the top floor of your house. Detail your car. Mow your neighbor’s lawn. Whatever. Just try to make it through without harming members of your inner circle.

That being said, I promise it gets better. By the end of the third week, you will have lost pounds, gained energy, and that crap will have left your system. Then the real work, of actually changing your diet, can begin. If it helps, you can be mad at me. I can take it, and I understand. Plus, I’m far enough away from most of you to be physically safe. 

Please don’t think I’m preaching to you. You will never know how many times in my life I tried to do this before it worked. Countless. I promise. No , really. Just get some Atkins chocolate, and hang in there.

My Cup Runneth Over

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Before and after 🙂

It has been almost one full year since I began eating differently to try to manage my energy level. It was the first time I didn’t try to eat differently to lose weight, but to actually feel better. The weight loss has been a nice side effect, but it wasn’t the goal when I began. I can tell you, in my life I have probably tried every diet from cabbage soup to NutriSystem, and this is the only time in all these years that it has ever stuck. I think it is because I began looking at food in two separate categories: what makes me feel better and what makes me feel awful. When I started realizing that food could make me feel bad, i.e. tired, cranky, lethargic, etc., I started making better choices. Forty pounds later, I think I’m actually smaller now than I was in high school! I’m thankful that my husband was willing to support this crazy journey and eat the stuff that I put in front of him. He has been my biggest cheerleader!

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My beautiful babies

These two cuties are so amazing. My oldest will be a SENIOR next year (how the heck did that happen?) and my youngest just made the high school dance team (she will be a freshman next year). Oh. My. Gosh. Life is moving WAY to fast for me right now. I think my husband is even more freaked out than I am. He doesn’t like the thought of the baby girls getting bigger.

Life is sweet, and I’m so grateful for it. We have been through some trying times, but things are definitely on the up (knock on wood). I want to thank the lovely ladies on my Facebook board “I Can Eat That”. They have helped with my recipes and tips and encouragement while I’ve been on this food journey. I also want to say that the encouragement and positivity that I have found on my board “I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends” has been so instrumental in keeping a positive outlook. It’s so nice to have a group of ladies behind me building each other up and posting positive, uplifting things for each other to see during what might be a tough day.

I know this post isn’t written in my usual snarky tone, but I needed to take a minute to be sincerely grateful for the good things going on in my life and my family’s life.

I would love to hear comments from you guys. Post away!

Oh So Grateful

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Oh So Grateful

You know what sucks? Admitting your faults to yourself. Yep. I’m not perfect. *gasp* As a matter of fact, there are so many things that I need to work on, it would take several blogs to list them all. In the interest of my self esteem, we’re just going to focus on one- complaining.

I am the all-time champ at complaining. Traffic on the way home? Complain. Lady in front of me in line takes too long? Complain. Waitress doesn’t hoof it to our table fast enough? Complain. I can suck the joy out of almost any event, just give me a minute and I’ll find something to complain about.

The worst thing about this is that it becomes a habit. A horrible, miles-deep rut that you get stuck in. Unless you start to consciously combat the negativity, you’re going to be stuck forever. Well friends, I was STUCK. Stuck like Chuck. For yeeeaarrss. Ask anyone who knows me, and they can attest. So what to do?

What’s that old saying? The first step is admitting you have a problem. OK, I have a problem. Great, now what?  Well, writing has always been a catalyst for me, so let’s start there.  Enter this little gem-

https://www.amazon.com/Little-Gratitude-Journal-gold-dots/dp/1519127138/ref=sr_1_15?ie=UTF8&qid=1491827962&sr=8-15&keywords=gratitude+journal

I started writing in this every time that nasty urge to complain would rear its ugly head. It was hard at first to know what to write. Sometimes, I could only think to say “Thank you for my family” or “I’m grateful that I have a job to go to”. Gradually, I began to feel that angry, negative complaining urge was going away. I wouldn’t blow up as quickly when something didn’t go my way. I wouldn’t freak out in traffic and wish I had a brush guard on my Mazda.

Now, let’s not get it twisted, I still have my moments. And they can be doozies (just ask my hubby or my girls), but they are fewer and farther between. I still want to take people’s heads off sometimes, but I can say that the monkey on my back doesn’t have the hold he once had.

Eventually, I’ll shake that monkey off completely.