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I’ve lost 70 pounds, and I feel amazing. It makes me want to help everyone around me feel amazing too.

I am an advocate for weight loss — do what you need to do to lose the weight. I don’t care what method you choose, I support you. It is a change that is going to improve your life. Get active. Eat better.

I noticed improvements in my life after I lost 20 pounds.

Here is a picture of me from July 29, 2010:

In the photo, I was showing off a new cut and color (I love my stylist, Paulette!).

In 2010, my kids didn’t think I was fat. My husband didn’t think I was fat. If I called myself obese, my family objected.

In September 2011, I had lost about 30 pounds. It was enough that my girls were asking each other “who is that?” when they saw someone in a paddle boat with their sister Maxine. Neither one of my older girls recognized me from a distance after a 30 pound loss.

The other day, my girls were looking at family photos. I wasn’t around when they were doing this, but they later made comments to me that they were shocked to realize how big I was because they didn’t realize it at the time. It was only since I’ve lost weight that they’ve realized I was fat.

Here’s another face photo, this one is from February 2012 and I weigh about 70 pounds less than I did in the previous photo:

A couple of weeks ago, someone very close to me had a doctor tell her that she should consider weight-loss surgery. She is having issues with her back and knees and blood pressure and a few other things. When she told me about it, I encouraged her. She said she planned to talk to her regular doctor about it.

About a week later, she told me she decided not to have weight-loss surgery. At her age, she felt the surgery was too risky. I encouraged her to do some research into it and bit my tongue and accepted her decision. But I have a hard time letting go. I want her to be healthy and active, and I see how her weight is preventing some of those things. She’s in her early 60s, so it isn’t like she is ancient; I don’t see her age as a reason not to get surgery. She said her doctor advised her against it.

So it’s a no to surgery, but she has made some changes in how she is eating. She bought some of the protein drinks that I use and is replacing a meal a day with one. I hope she continues to make these small changes, and I hope to help and support her. Because the biggest reason I want her to lose weight is so that she will be healthier, which means she will be around to share in my life for a long long time.

For those of you on a health kick, do you try to recruit others?

I am guilty of this! I want everyone to fall in love with Zumba or using a stability ball and Zumba (did you know I love Zumba?). Part of it is because this stuff just makes me feel good about myself and part of it is if I get the people around me to buy into a healthier lifestyle, it makes it easier for me to maintain a healthier lifestyle (less temptations!).

Uncle Sam wants you to be healthier! :)

S is for Scales

It has taken about two months to lose less than a pound in order to allow me to say that I have officially lost 70 pounds.

In the last two months, I have hated my scale. It has gone up and back and then up and back and would get thisclose to actually going down and NOT do it.

It was frustrating.

I was doing all of the right things. Eating a deficit. Exercising lots. Drinking lots of water.

And the darn scale was not moving in the direction I wanted it to move.

I tried different things. I ate more carbs.

I went back to protein.

I cut calories.

Nothing.

I finally added MORE calories, and the scale finally went down enough to let me say I’ve lost 70 pounds officially and not just in a rounded number kind of way.

I think for a while there I was doing too much exercising and not enough calories in to result in a loss.

I don’t know. Bodies are weird. Or rather, my body is weird. It doesn’t like to do what it is supposed to do when it is supposed to do it.

It is getting frustrating. I am hoping now that I’ve actually been able to record a loss that more will be coming soon. If not, I am going to be calling my nutritionist and figure out what is going on.

Tomorrow: Zumba toning  and Sentao.

 

R is for Recreation

 

I am looking forward to the start of camping season. I am also very glad that I no longer sleep in a tent like the one pictured above.

That tent in the picture DOES belong to me, but the kids sleep in it.

I sleep in a camper.

And yesterday, we opened up our camper for the first time this year.

I opened cupboards and put away beach towels. I made our bed.

It made me want to go camping.

As soon as it warms up, that is.

Q is for Questions (BYOC)

It’s Friday – so it’s time for BYOC – Bring Your Own Crazy! We answer 5 questions to get to know each other better and to give our blogging brains a break! Copy to your own blog and enjoy! Thanks, Drazil!

1. Do you have any siblings? What is your relationship with them? Good, bad, ugly?

I have four older siblings that are at least a decade older than me. Two brothers and two sisters. I am closer in age to my sisters’s children than I am to my sisters.

My relationship with all of my siblings is good. The biggest thing is that because of the age difference, I don’t know two of them as well as I would like to. They moved away when I was still pretty young.

We all live apart from each other (3 different states), but we do talk. The one I talk to the least was my favorite when I was younger — my brother Chuckie. He’s the oldest, and he joined the Army when I was little. He would come home on leave and bring me cool presents, or we’d go on fun trips to visit him on the base. But neither Chuckie nor I like to talk on the phone, so we don’t talk a lot. But my sister Dee lives near Chuckie and sees him pretty frequently, and Dee calls and talks to me frequently too, so we hear how the other one is doing. Dee and Chuckie live in Arizona, and I am in Michigan, so it has been a couple of years since I’ve seen them.

I am horrible at calling people. My brother Keith lives a couple of hours away, and we get together a couple of times a year. My sister Kari lives six hours away or so, and we’ve started a new tradition of camping together. It’s great.
2. Let’s talk pizza. Do you prefer homemade or restaurant? What toppings are your fave?

I love my mother-in-law’s homemade pizza. It’s yummy. I’ve never tried making it at home. There is also a local place that I really like their pizza (A & L’s in Lake City).

My favorite toppings are ham, mushroom and pepperoni. I also like pineapple, but I don’t get that often.

I don’t eat the dough of pizza since my weight-loss surgery. It is still something my family eats frequently. I usually eat something else or will eat just the toppings off one piece. Before surgery, I loved pizza.

3. When is the last time you cried – in sadness and in joy?

I don’t know. I made my daughter cry the other day.

I’d say the last time I cried was in joy or over some sentimental movie. I’m not sure when.

I don’t know the last time I cried in sadness.

4. Do you own a gun – one that is specifically yours? Do you know how to use it?

I don’t own a gun that is specifically mine, but we have several. I do know how to shoot a gun. I used to actually be pretty good at shooting blackpowder guns. I would even measure my own black powder, pour it down the barrel and then push the lead bullet down into the barrel too. I would participate in shooting competitions with the black powder gun when I was a teenager.

I hunt, but I don’t do it often. We have four teenagers that like to hunt, so there isn’t always a gun available for me to hunt too. Often, I just tag along with my camera.
5. Repeat question. Summarize your week!

The best part of my week was going to an ultrasound with my daughter and finding out that my first grandbaby is a girl. My daughter is 20 weeks pregnant, and her baby girl will be Faythe Marie.

Other than that, my week has been pretty boring for the most part. My husband is out of town, so I’ve been working and driving children around. Three nights this week found me sitting next to a softball field watching my kids play. Two of those nights included being rained on and freezing. It ended up being late nights, so I don’t feel like I’ve done a lot at home this week.

 

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P is for Peanut

Peanut is my grandbaby.

And Wednesday, my daughter invited me to join her and the baby’s father in watching the ultrasound where we might learn whether Peanut was a boy or a girl.

I happily went along.

And as I sat in the room watching the ultrasound tech, I remembered my own ultrasound. The one where I was pregnant with my daughter. I remember how my sister Dee would usually go with me, and Dee’s job was partly keeping me from going to the bathroom before I was called back to the ultrasound room.

I have a tiny bladder, and it was almost impossible for me to drink the required 8 8-ounce glasses of water and NOT go to the bathroom before the ultrasound appointment.

It took me a while, but I realized I didn’t have to drink 8 glasses since about 4 filled me to capacity.Until I realized that, Dee would help me stay out of the bathroom so the ultrasound could go well.

I was thinking about all of this when Autumn’s ultrasound started. And then we saw the baby. At first it was the top of the head and then we could see arms and legs emerge and disappear. And then the face, which looked like one of the skull t-shirts that Autumn (the baby’s mom) likes to wear.

And at one point, I could see the baby’s hands moving, and the right hand went to the baby’s mouth. Adorable.

I kept closing my eyes thinking about the past as I participated in the present. I thought back to the ultrasounds when I was pregnant with Autumn.

My first ultrasound with Autumn, I didn’t realize I was pregnant. I had had 3 miscarriages, and I was meeting with a genetic specialist. Steve (my husband) and I had just spent more than an hour answering questions about our genetic backgrounds. I ended up crying during that session, and my contacts washed out of my eyes.

Then it was discovered that I was possibly pregnant, so they did an ultrasound. Steve sat by my side as they rolled the scanner over my belly, and a baby showed up inside the placenta (a first for us). I couldn’t see it because my contacts were gone.

***

Back to the present and watching Peanut on the screen. The tech took a lot of pictures identifying all of the various parts and measuring bones to confirm pregnancy length (20 weeks). The heart and brains and stomach and kidneys and all of the bones…. Everything looked good, but the tech hadn’t said anything about the sex of the baby yet and that’s what the parents (and me) wanted to know.

Autumn and Tyler (baby’s dad) both said they wanted a boy. Just about everyone else was convinced that Peanut was a girl.

After nearly an hour, the tech said the baby was a girl. She did some more examining just to make sure since the umbilical cord was going between the baby’s legs.

Tyler pledge to buy a shotgun. His mom plans on getting him a shirt that says D.A.D.D., which stands for “Dads Against Daughters Dating.”

I find this hysterical considering I was sitting in a room with my 17-year-old pregnant daughter and her 18-year-old boyfriend knowing that ultimately there wasn’t a whole heck of a lot the two of them can do when their daughter decides to do what she is going to do.

I tried to tell Tyler that it wasn’t the teenage boys that he needed to worry about — it was the girl, his daughter, and the girl wasn’t going to be afraid of him.

Because this tiny baby hasn’t even seen the light of day yet, and she already has her parents wrapped around her little finger. As she should.

And I am going to spoil my granddaughter, Faythe Marie Smith.

 

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