215.2 lbs! How the hell did I let that happen? I promised myself to never go above 200 lbs again, yet here I am. So many excuses cloud the reality of it all. I just didn’t stick to my plan and I wasn’t honest with myself about what I was doing.
Reality is I gave up. I gave up on cooking, on exercise, and taking care of myself. I ignored my better judgement when making food choices and chose the foods that would comfort me. Over and over and over again. The results have been negative on my physical and mental health. My Fibromyalgia is out of control and the pain is near intolerable. Brain fog is a freaking joke! I actually went back on Wellbutrin, after a short stint with Prozac…ugh. Psoriasis is a great indicator to my family and friends when I have had some form of gluten as a treat. They catch me scratching my hands and call me out. Lame.
How many times do I need to start over? I have the tools. Time to use them.
I’ve missed everything about you. The strength you give me. The feeling of hope that I can do this. The accountability. The things that kept me moving along the path to a healthy life.
So, why do I continue to stray?
Why do I find it so hard to write down my struggles and my successes? I have thought about this over and over again. For the last several months, maybe a year. I ask myself why did I stop? I think it’s because I wasn’t seeing the results I expected and I didn’t want to face that on a blog, where everyone can read about my failure. And once I went down that ugly trail of defeat, I actually became defeated. I have been self sabotaging for the better part of a year. I do really well, I start to gain strength and lose weight and then I slip. And when I slip, I fall hard.
I can’t keep coming back to this blog saying, “Here I am again! Ready to do this!!” when I don’t know if I am ready. I made a commitment to myself and a friend that I will write as much as I can each morning. Like the Morning Papers in The Artist’s Way, except I will need to work my way up to three full pages each morning. I am truly hoping this inspires me to get back to my blog. The joy it brought me, and the encouragement I received to keep going is something I need back in my life.
Also, I fucking hate the way I am feeling. So, maybe if I talk more about the feelings I am having, I will stop sabotaging myself when I am enjoying how I feel.
Cheers. I will be around. I really should blog about my hot yoga experiences. And my Shakeology fun. And how I have been avoiding exercise because it’s HARD AS FUCK to do something that makes your body hurt more than it already does. But those will be topics for another day. Today I just wanted to say, I miss you.
I strayed too long. I was avoiding what was happening. In real life, I was spiraling backwards on my road to a happy, healthy destiny. I was letting my addictive behavior rear it’s ugly head with food.
Food was my release. I was throwing myself, both feet first, into my recovery from drugs and alcohol, but I wasn’t including food as a part of that recovery. Now that I am actually doing my part and working the steps, my eyes are opening. The same feeling of escape I received from drugs and alcohol were being achieved via food. Some food addicts have specific trigger foods. Sugar, pasta, baked goods. My trigger is all food. Do you chew it and swallow it? I will eat it. And I will eat all of it until I snap out of my mindless food binge and realize how sick I am making myself. Then the guilt and frustration cycles through and sends me on another sad pity party.
Positive thoughts and affirmations coming my way. Besides, my sponsor encourages me to journal. I am bad at journaling. I lose my journals and start new ones. This will be the perfect spot to journal. If it’s just too personal, I can make my entry private. Although, for the most part, I am an open book.
Let’s see how this pans out. Time to have a healthy embrace once more. No Maureen, not that kind of embrace…
Don’t worry about me, I’m gonna make it alright
Got my enemies crossed out in my sight
I take a bad situation gonna make it right
In the shadows of darkness I stand in the light
Fall Back Down – Rancid
I love this song. I relate to it differently than the lyrics are meant (it’s about Tim Armstrong’s divorce and how his friends helped get him through it). Regardless, the song still resonates for me. I have had my ups and downs in life. Those horrible bottoms where I never thought I would be able to come back out, but I do. The support of my family and friends has always helped get me through, but more importantly, I empowered myself to get through my darkest hours.
I am feeling strong and happy, and not down in the dumps by any means. Just listening to this song reminded me that I have friends and family who support me, but I am the one who has the power to “take a bad situation, gonna make it right”.
But it would be so much cooler if there was. Or maybe not. But I want to blame the condition of my house on something other than me and my family. Sadly there is not one other person I can point the finger at. The house was clean for a minute. I shoved a majority of my mess into the garage, boxes, and closets. I doubt any of us have touched the crap I shoved away, however things are slowly making their way back into the clean spaces.
Stop stuff. You’re not welcome in there. Go back to your home!
I know, I have to have a chat with myself and the fam about that. Stuff doesn’t just walk itself to it’s proper home. But then again, our stuff doesn’t really have a proper home. And here is where my head spins. I have this crazy idea that if I buy more crap to put my loose crap in that I will have a clean space. Unfortunately, I have tried this tactic multiple times only to find I just have more crap. And then I get all depressed and I feel trapped by the crap. It seems like a never ending cycle.
But we all know I am trying. I intend to take control of my out of control life.
I am starting with clean eating and showing my family the benefits.
Wait, I just read that and I suddenly feel like maybe that isn’t the best option. Perhaps cleaning the house and the front yard would be the better option. And then I wonder why I am thinking about the front yard. And then I remember I want to plant a SUCCESSFUL fruit and vegetable garden this year.
And now I am back to wishing I could blame the ghost of a wildebeest (did you know that’s how it’s spelled?) who was hiding in the corner hanging its head in shame for making such a mess of my home.
Today has been a wackadoo day of crazy in my head.
Good lord, I have a lot to say! And when I get to the point of having a lot to say, I just don’t freaking say anything. So, instead of hiding in a cocoon, I will give some quick bullet points and then hopefully I will come back and fill you in on the details.
-Began garage clean up. Made trip to thrift shop for donations and a trip to the dump. Garage still full and I am at a loss. This weekend I shall make another attempt to get it clean. There has been some progress.
-Easter was a fabulous fun adventure which included an Easter Egg Hunt for the kids around the town where eggs were stolen by Japanese tourists and their small children at Mission San Francisco Solano
-Started the Whole30 and Insanity on April 1st. This topic will get it’s own blog for sure. There is a lot of information and some “before” photos to be posted. Took my measurements and found no significant weight loss since my last official measurement, however I have lost inches! Woop!
-Saw Jenny Lawson aka The Bloggess on her book tour in Danville, CA. Yes, Danville. She was amazing and everything fabulous with mashed potatoes on top. It took every bit of everything for me to not skip this because of social anxiety, but as she and another friend promised, everyone in the room would have enough Valium to get me through if it came down to it. (This should probably be it’s own blog, because I can go on and on about this day because it was kind of amazing, and thanks Rachael for coming with me!!)
-It’s time for me to be me here. After hearing Jenny Lawson speak and watching Pintester’s Draw Your Life video, a light went off. I struggle to keep up with this blog because I try to keep myself very clean (very limited bad words) and my thoughts organized. I am not saying I am going to be all profanities all the time, I don’t want to lose the few readers I have, but if I need to say fuck, shit, cock, damn, or vagina I am going to say it without a warning. I am foul mouthed. My family is well aware of this. Not something I am proud of, but a part of me I am not willing to let go. And I like to randomly talk about shit that comes to my mind in the middle of a sentence. Penguins and shit. You know?
Hope all is going well for you my friends! I am feeling pretty damn good right now!
My daughter is a “Beauty & Fashion Guru” who makes videos on YouTube. One of the things she does on her videos are different “Tags”, where one person will complete a video like “What’s in My Purse” and then “tag” other people they want to see do the same video. It’s fun. So, to lighten up my blog after yesterdays heavy post, I decided to do the “What’s in My Purse Tag”.
Meet my happy green Joe Boxer purse from KMart. I liked it because it was green and it was $10. Yay.
In the front pocket of my purse we have:
New car key
scrunchy (I am product of the 80’s)
business cards from New Media Expo
6 Starbucks free pick of the week cards (the holidays are a difficult time to resist Starbucks)
a wadded up tissue
In the next pocket we find:
Blood test and xray results in an envelope
Tamarind candy wrapper (good lord that candy was horrid)
Jack and the Giant Slayer movie ticket (it was great! a little violent, but otherwise a great story. Hello Ewan McGregor!)
Black ball point pen
list of juices from Lydia’s February juice cleanse Lydia’s Gift Card (I have a slight addiction to Lydia’s)
Mary’s Pizza Shack receipt
DB Shoes Receipt
In the last pocket I have stuffed:
The paperwork my doctor gave me before I received the results of my xray for the Rhomboid pain
An appointment reminder
Pumpkin Spice Paleo Krunch (delightful in my almond yogurt)
L’Oreal Infallible 6 hour Lip Gloss in Suede
Revlon Color Stay lip liner in Nude
ballpoint pen from The Rio
Players Club card from Bill’s Gamblin’ Hall & Saloon (sniff sniff…I will miss you Bill’s)
Players Club card from Circus Circus in Reno (It seems I haven’t cleaned out my purse since my trip to Vegas in early January)
Mac Satin Lipstick in Viva Glam II
Bath and Body Works travel hand sanitizer in Frosted Snowberry
2 bobby pins
My car keys with my Pharmica card
There you have it! What’s in My Purse. So, what’s in your purse? I am lucky my purse is pretty compact, but it seems to still have quite a few things over the past several months that I don’t need to carry with me daily. But what do you think I did with everything after I pulled it out? You’re right. Everything is shoved right back where it was found. :)
“Begin at the beginning,” the King said, very gravely, “and go on till you come to the end: then stop.”
-Alice in Wonderland
Some days I feel like Alice in Wonderland. Completely upside down and backwards, lost in a place that makes no sense. In my effort to stick with my New Years resolution, I am going to take those feelings and turn them into a positive. I can always go back and retrace my steps, and then I should see where there is another path in the road. I am feeling refreshed and hopeful. I see good things that are just out of reach. But that other path, that other path will take me straight to where I need to be.
It’s going to be great 2013. I can already feel it. Can you?
Walking down the strip in Vegas near Paris and this is what I saw. Were these assholes trying to recreate The Hangover? Wrong sidewalk people. Just thought I would share. I am sure it was just another night in Vegas for the locals, but to me, I don’t see this everyday. If you can’t really see it, it’s just a car on the center divide. That’s all. Nothing flashy and I am sure no one was hurt, just arrested.