Saturday, September 20, 2014

Sometimes when I feel like I am so stressed out; I just need to write (or blog...because it's faster than writing for me now). A recent tragedy helped me to take a step back and look at my own life. That is probably what prompted this post (which will veer off into many other directions... I apologize lol).
The last 2 weeks have been filled with uncertainty. Nothing in my own life has changed. My busy life goes on as usual. But a friend of mine lost her eldest 17 year old son in an accident. We have all heard of or maybe even been close to someone who has gone on too soon.
This one floored me. Maybe because I have children of my own. Children approaching the age of seeking acceptance have a human inescapable desire to be "accepted". This does not necessarily mean by their peers...although that is also a human need. However, it would take a STRONG positive environment in the home to counteract the effects of peer reject or LET ME MAKE THIS CLEAR negative peer support.

Weight Loss

“You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the present.”
~Jan Glidewell

I'll never forget when I hit the 100 lb. mark. At 5'1 I was an 8th grader in Junior High. I had quit gymnastics several months earlier and went from 4'9 and 80 lb to 5'1 and 100 lb in about a year. I went back to the gym to say hello to old friends. One of my best friends says, " Jiani (my coach) said you look like a cow". I was devastated. In high school I reached 110-118, and as a cheerleader and athlete I felt "big". After high school I was seeing someone I was very interested in. One day in his truck I was talking about working out. He tells me "You look pretty good....but you needto tone up a little. You know that though.." At 125 lb and 5'4 I gave myself whatI though wasa reality check. "WOW you really are fat." I remained at around 123-127 until the birth of my first child. Weighing in at around 190 only a few weeks before hewas born, I was certain the weight would not come off. But, after breast feeding and eating healthy I was down to 127 within 6 months....yet still feeling "FAT". When baby daddy and I split, I got down to 116 and felt phenomenal. Shopping for a wedding dress at 128 a few years later was a nightmare. I should be a size 3 and now I'm a 5. Sounds stupid but at that moment I was again discouraged about weight gain. When my 2nd son was born I gained a mere 31 lb. That is what the doctor's say is healthy so I was satisfied. All my eating right and exersizing during pregnancy had paid off. 6 months after delivery I was back down to 132. I stayed around 130 after that pregnancy and although I was down to pre-pregnancy weight, I still felt a big lack of confidence through my weight gain, stretch marks, cellulite, ect...In 2005 I was sick of being "overweight" at 133 lb. I joined a gym for the first time in my life (except of course the real thing....gmnastics). I worked out 5 days a week for an hour or more...juiced....ate healthy...In 6 months I was back down to about 128. 5 lb lost? Really? I felt good but again was discouraged. After my divorce I lost a little but regained it quick. This would be the year that I went back to school, began working full time (stopped going to the gym and ate whatever I could grab and go), and met Randall. In the 3 1/2 years we have been together I have let myself slip to 147 lb. At 5'4" that is nearly "obese". In the last 3 years I have tried and failed at attempts to get back to a healthy weight. I know it's a lifestyle change, but I have a hard time with it. So with the New Year and a convenient reason to regain controll of my body I will attempt to lose 20 lb. People say...you don't need to lose 20 lb OR 20 lb is a lot. Either way I know that is a healthy weight for me. 2 weeks ago we had a friend over. I was talking about getting back into shape and losing 20 lb. He seemed disgusted at first that I would want to lose that much. I told him it wasn't about the numbers (although they are an indicator). I just wanted to feel good. Not good...actually great. He replied that he could understand where I was coming from because deep down I remember and I know what it feels like to be a strong gymnast. He said he thinks that I know what it feels like to have the body of an athlete so I'll always strive for that. WOW hadn't thought of it that way. In my own mind, I was fat at 87 lb in the gym weigh ins at 11. I was fat as 100 lb at 13. I wasfat at 118 as a sophomore, 125 as a mom, 133 as a mom of 2, and147 as the owner of 3 jobs, a student, a mother, and a soul mate.