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Not a great week. Not horrible, but certainly not the gung-ho, can do no wrong attitude I’ve had earlier on in the year. I’m dreading going to my doctor because I’m worried that he’ll use the P-D word — pre-diabetes. I watched my father in law die of diabetes, missing both his legs and his eyesight. Actually, he never saw me, because by the time I met him, his eyesight was gone. So, I should be careful just because of that memory. What will it take? Will it be that visit to the doctor? I want a magic pill. I want something that will make me thin overnight. I promise, if I wake up thin tomorrow, I’ll eat better. I’ll exercise regularly. I’ll be good, I’ll take up a running routine.
Yeah right, who am I kidding. A friend sent me the following and because I’m having trouble committing to a workable routine, I thought I’d share this with you: |
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So, it’s not like I haven’t done it before. Fallen off the wagon, I mean. I’ve done alright, to a certain point. But alright is not great.
I’m less than one month away from my goal of wanting to lose 60 pounds. Ah, back in January, when I started, I envisioned myself going to the beach with everyone else this year. Donning a bathing suit. Wearing no sleeve tops. That was then. |
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Being on this journey is somewhat like being a manic/depressive. I am ecstatic when, like last week, someone notices that I lost weight. I go around happy and proud of myself. I find that I laugh easily and remember the feeling as I turn down food that might not support what I’m trying to do. Then when I ‘mess up’ I am easily distracted, feel like I don’t care anymore and what’s the point, etc. |
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So the husband of a good friend of mine who I haven’t seen for a couple of months was at a counter next to me in Costco. “Hey Nick,” I called out. He looked at me, then looked away and then looked again. We hugged and we started to talk. “Did you lose weight or something,” he interrupted. When I admitted I had he said (and this is why I love him): “It shows, I didn’t recognize you. You look great” OK, now that comment will be second on my all-time favorite list, the first being, “I was so busy, I forgot to eat.” |
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OK, no ONE, (not all of you who responded to either my email or online) got this right.
Here was what I asked:
What’s the one common element that is the problem with the following dinner menu?
Appetizer: Brie and Goat cheese and some sushi.
Salad: Lettuces and spinach (you know the packaged greens) with alfalfa, sprouts topped with Caesar salad dressing.
Main Course: Grilled chicken and hamburgers with mayo on the side
Dessert: Cantaloupes. |
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If you have not yet heard about Endermologie—You will! For the past few weeks, I have been the guest of Donna at Spa Fusion as they turned me on to this growing sensation. Basically Endermolgie is FDA approved to: |
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For any of you who’ve watched Oprah when she did a show on the benefits of a well-fitting bra must RUN to Trousseau Limited in Vienna. What an unbelievable shop! I went there for the first time about 6 months ago when friends nicely suggested that I should check it out. What they were really saying was that the ‘girls’ were hanging too low and too close to my navel. |
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Picture this: I’m in Orlando. It’s 2:00PM, 86 degrees, the sun is shining and I have about 3 hours before I have anything to do. I think, “how nice it would be to sit by the poolside and read a little bit.” There is no one here that I know or will run into, so I put on my bathing suit. YIKES! I walk as far as I can away from people. I’m wearing a bathing suit cover from the top of my neck to my ankles. I take off my wrap and quickly lie down on the lounge chair. But just in case (any of these strangers) see my tummy roll, I have a towel draped around my middle. “How ridiculous do I look?” I think. I’m not enjoying reading anymore, because now I’m all caught up in making sure I’m not showing off any rolls. I get up and put my bathing suit cover back on. |
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I’ve mentioned before that I have some really great friends. They accept me for who I am (most of the time) and put up with my craziness and “New York ways.” They are such good friends, except for one major flaw: WHY do they all have to be so thin?
There is my dear friend Barb. She is 90 pounds soaking wet. She’s also petite and muscular. There is Diane—a marathon runner and also teenie and slim. Then we have Shandelle—she’s got a waistline and trim arms and legs and can wear a bikini (Sigh!) My sister in law, Lorretta, in her early 40s, plays adult soccer and can outplay any teenager I know. She’s got rock hard abs. Suze and I used to be able to talk about our weight struggles, until she had the nerve to lose a lot of weight. |
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So, I wake up on Monday AM, just not feeling my usual peppy self. I go through the day doing my normal thing. Go to sleep earlier than usual. Tuesday, about the same, but now I have a cough that feels like I’m cracking a rib or two. I’m doing the honey and lemon thing, I’m taking ibuprofen like I own stock in the company. Interestingly enough, I have no appetite. I HAVE NO APPETITE. “I might be on to something,” I think in my delirium. |
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I hate back fat. I hate back fat almost as much as I hate stomach rolls (but that’s another article). I long for the days when I could put on a bathing suit and not feel like a sausage that was cased too tightly. I yearn for that time when, dancing with my husband, I didn’t need to strategically move his hand from the lumps on my back. As I continue to lose weight (2 more pounds this AM—YEAH!!!!), I notice that my clothes feel better, my rings will need to be fixed, I can actually contemplate wearing a belt, I exercise, but even after all that--I still have that back fat. I do own some Spanx (support undergarment), and I love the way it makes me look, but with summer coming I can’t wear Spanx on the beach. Which reminds me. |
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Dear ModMoms,