We’re under yet another winter storm warning, but I’m not complaining. I think my husband and I need a day to relax. I’ve realized, since my weight loss, that I’ve become quite accustomed to my days being filled with a constant flurry (no pun intended towards the falling snow outside my window) of activities.
In fact, with my birthday being a month away, I was mentally comparing my life now to a year ago:
Nearly a year ago today, I was excited to be wearing a brand new pair of size 18, skinny, jeans to my birthday party. This was a welcome change from the size 24 pants that I’d worn to my first weigh in at the bariatric center.
As only a three-month veteran of my weight loss program, I cautiously approached every sip, or bite, of food that I ingested and monitored every calorie I burned at the gym.
My self-confidence was a newly burgeoning entity experiencing so much for the first time.
My main goal was to get healthy and stay that way.
Now, my life is vastly different. As a fit and healthy person, I look at life through new eyes, seeing every bright possibility. It’s not just because my body is fit, it’s because my mind is clear and my soul is free of the baggage of anxiety and food addiction. I love my life and the people in it so much. I quite honestly never imagined being so happy.
I think the secret to life is as simple and pure as the snow gently drifting in my driveway; see life as a series of possibilities and believe that the odds are in your favor, because they are. Take care of yourself. Feed and exercise each part of your body, mind, and spirit with good things, because that’s exactly what you deserve. Practice kindness, caring, patience, and love daily. It just feels right, and you’ll mostly always get each in return.
Yesterday was my last training session for the wellness center’s eight-week, weight management program. I’m not finished at the wellness center, by any means; I’m just moving on to a different phase of the program. Instead of meeting with a trainer twice a week for an hour, I’ll meet with a trainer once a week for thirty minutes to discuss my progress and make any need adjustments. Now that I’ve graduated to this phase, I’m expected to be more responsible for scheduling my own workout times. I’m not worried about this, because I’ve already been coming in on my own two-three additional times per week beyond my two scheduled sessions. I know that the only way to get the optimum results from Optifast is to exercise.
Yesterday was also my weigh in day. I was really happy to find that I’d lost three more pounds. I’m almost into the 170s, which seems miraculous to me. It’s been years since I’ve seen those digits on the scale!
Beyond the scale’s reading, I’m noticing so much more. I look and feel so physically changed. My stomach is becoming flat, and my bottom shapelier. My legs have muscular definition and my daughters have told me they want their arms to look like mine. According to them I have “guns.” I’ll flex periodically in their direction to offer them a free “gun show,” just for laughs!
The physical aside, this entire experience is changing my life. I’m rarely just sitting at home alone. I’m always on the move; enjoying the company of people and the beauty of life. The wellness center has been a mecca for meeting new friends. I’m happier, more energetic, and more open to the possibilities that life has to offer.
Last night, my brother asked me if turning 50 has bothered me. Perhaps, a year, or even six months ago, it might have nagged at me. I might have seen it as the beginning of getting older and the ending of some of my potential. His question actually stumped me for a moment, because the idea of being let down by another birthday hadn’t crossed my mind. Turning 50 was a loving and joyous experience for me. My age has no part in the definition or execution of my goals. I pray he’ll feel the same in three years when his half-century mark rolls around.
I hope all of my dear readers are having a beautiful, happy day. I know I’ve said it before, but I can’t emphasize enough how important you all are to me! ❤
For some reason, I thought my chubby clothes would fit me forever. My tent-like tops, covering cardigans and ballooning britches had been with me for ages and I couldn’t imagine myself in anything else. Other than buying jeans a couple of months ago, I’ve stood fairly firm about not shopping for new clothing until all of the weight was gone. However, lately I’ve noticed more friends and family members silently signaling that my bra was showing, or that my pants were hanging past my underwear. Last night, while dancing in the living room with my daughters and future son-in-law, my pants fell down around my knees. I’d like to blame Katy Perry for the awesome beat in her latest song, but really the only person to blame is me for not wanting to give up my fat pants.
So today, after scouring the internet for deals and coupons and packing my to-go Optifast shakes, my hubby and I headed to the mall. Old Navy was our first stop. I’ve been overweight for a long time and many American stores only sell their plus-sized clothing online. Because of this, shopping in a store hasn’t brought me much success. I can’t tell you how incredible it felt to pick things off of the rack like everyone else and fill my shopping cart with tops, capris, shorts, skirts and dresses that all fit me. For the first time in at least 12 years, I was faced with the conundrum of what to choose from a whole slew of clothing. I know I overdid it. I ended up with three pairs of capris, one pair of shorts, one dress, one skirt, one pair of workout pants, three blouses, two cardigans, three tee-shirts, two French hens, and a partridge in a pear tree! The whole while my sweet husband pushed the cart, returned things that didn’t fit to their proper place, and dodged the crowds of Spring shoppers.
After Old Navy we hit up the shoe store and I found a new pair of sneakers, a pair of sandals, and some workout socks (that I’ll be hiding from my daughters)! Once we arrived home, I had a little fashion show for my daughters, and then took a nice walk through the neighborhood in my new workout pants and sneakers (I also wore a tee-shirt). Upon arriving home from my stroll, I found my dear, sweet, hubby snoring in his recliner. I wore the poor guy out today–darn those baggy pants!
Hope everyone has had a wonderful Saturday or Sunday. It was such a gorgeous day here! 🙂
Yesterday, was weigh in, and I lost another 3.5 pounds!! This puts me at a 27 pound loss at my midway point! I have a busy day of classes at the bariatric center and a training session mid-afternoon (thankfully between classes). I’ll write tonight or tomorrow about what I learn.
Next week, I get a brand new set of educational modules to complete, and I’ll be sure to share whatever I learn from them, too. They always seem to be full of good little weight loss tips and tricks. I also get measured next week, and I’m really eager to see how many inches have been banished by all of my exercise!
I hope everyone enjoys a lovely first day of Spring! May you see daffodils blooming and flocks of Robins! ❤
In spite of the craziness of Daylight Saving Time, I woke up stoked, pumped, ready for action, and on a mission. I was told by my trainer that the early morning pool cardio class gets filled up quickly, so I knew I had to be there early. I saw the husband and kids off to work and then I did my five-minute beauty routine, which consists of brushing my teeth, washing my face, and combing my hair briefly with my fingers. I grabbed my gym bag, that I’d prepared the night before, and headed down the road to the wellness center.
The parking lot was a madhouse of feisty little old ladies and high stepping gentlemen beating feet to the front doors. I politely let them through and then power walked to the front desk. Victory was mine! There was still space in the class!
I hit the locker room and found the most secluded place I could, a shower stall, to don my bathing suit. There’s still something about showing my goods in the locker room that brings back horrid memories of middle school gym class.
Suit on, I made my way to the luxuriously warm therapy pool with the rest of my classmates. ( I liken the therapy pool to a Jacuzzi about the size of my house.) It’s soon obvious that I’m the youngest in the class. I introduce myself to the lady beside of me. Her name is Kim and she assures me that the class isn’t too hard. She’s also nice enough to warn me to watch out for a few of the older gentlemen in the class, because, according to her, they’re mostly there to watch the bouncing breasts as we all jog. I pull up the top of my bathing suit even further, as our instructor pumps up the music, ready to start the class.
For a girl who’s sometimes stumped by figuring out left and right, I didn’t do too badly–in the beginning, but then, the tempo of the music increased, and the little old ladies were sort of kicking my butt! I went forward when I should have gone back, left when I should have moved right, and I always seemed to be a beat behind the lovely white-haired lady in front of me. The good news is, I kept moving, and smiling. The pool water felt great and it was wonderful to be among people all trying to keep their bodies healthy. I soon realized that comparing myself to others was a fruitless venture. I’m probably always going to be a little clumsy and may possibly never turn left completely on beat, but that doesn’t mean I can’t one day be as physically fit as that cute white-haired lady that was kicking up waves front of me!
What’s something that you’d like to become better at?
Happy Sunday night, blogging buddies! I was just having a conversation with my husband about how much I’m loving blogging in this wonderful community. In just six short weeks of having my blog, I’ve met so many terrific, loving, positive, supportive people, and I’m so thankful for you all. The friendly atmosphere on here is even further proof to me of the goodness of mankind. Thank you all so much for being so wonderful! 🙂
In other blogging news, I decided to customize my blog a bit this evening and experiment with color and fonts. I may dabble with all of my color choices before I settle down with this one. Don’t laugh, but the main reason that I chose to customize was that my husband and I were having trouble seeing the smaller font on my blog (our glasses are obviously flawed–we’re not getting old or anything). How does the font style and size look to all of you? Is it easier to read? Any color suggestions?
I hope all of you have a peaceful night–or day–depending on where you are in the world! 🙂
I was so excited , that I actually squealed when my inbox revealed that Sophie, from British Chick Across the Pond had sent me her Wisdom Wednesday post. This is the very first guest poster to appear on The Ravenously Disappearing Woman, and I couldn’t be happier.
Sophie writes about her life and adventures as a mom and military wife, living in the US away from her native England. I first met Sophie through her The 9 Things that KILLED Valentine’s Day post. I find her writing to be humorous, honest, and quite heartfelt. Her Wisdom Wednesday post is no exception.
So, without further adieu, I give you the British Chick Across the Pond, Sophie’s story of The Happy Book…
Lets just say an ‘eventful’ pregnancy- as far as my relationship was concerned- had caused me to develop a few abandonment issues. Forgiving and forgetting was NOT going well- even worse my past experiences were stopping me from moving forward with my life. Years down the line, my son was growing and changing, trying my patience through his ‘terrible twos’ stage while I was still blaming potential love-interests for the mistakes my ex had made. As a last-ditch attempt to stop accusing the world and his mother of plotting against me- I gave hypnotherapy a go.
The first session was awkward and I was nervous but determined to give it my all in order to finally release myself from the trust issues that had such a hold on me. He took me through some breathing exercises to encourage me to relax a little and asked me to think of a happy place…it could be a place I had been, an object, a time, an occasion… anything that made me remember feeling truly happy. Honestly, I was stumped.
Any happy time I could think of was tainted by what had happened before or after. The birth of my son for example- of course I was overcome with happiness when he was born…but recalling it made me feel very sad -and angry-that his dad hadn’t been there with me. I considered using a place I would visit growing up…oh but then I stopped going once my parents told me about their divorce. Even that statement necklace I had picked up for an absolute bargain didn’t work…especially as the last person to wear it was my friend and…well we weren’t friends anymore. It seemed that everything I tried was ruined by something. I explained my dilemma to the therapist and went away with the task of sourcing my happy place.
I began writing the odd word or phrase on each page of a small, new notebook; something each day that I was grateful for….that made me smile…that made me happy. I stuck in photos, cinema tickets…even friends -eager to help me on my mission- wrote messages in there for me. It felt good to have a fresh start, a clean slate, a place to store all the new – untainted – memories I was making. This book was creatively named “The Happy Book”
It worked too, by the time I had my next session I had a good few happy things stored up to use. I know many people are skeptical about hypnotherapy but the way I see it the idea is to alter your way of thinking – and all I know is it certainly altered mine. I came away feeling lighter, more positive and yes I’m sure the deep breathing and relaxation played a massive part in that – what mother DOESNT need some help relaxing? – but hypnosis or not I came away from those sessions a lot happier…and I believe my Happy Book had a lot to do with that too.
A few years on I find myself happily married (most of the time) (<– joking) and a lot less paranoid…you could even go as far as saying perhaps a little too trusting these days. I have continued to add to my ‘Happy Book’ – in fact I am onto book number 3 now, extending as far as a giant book – of thigh rubbing good times- which was given to me by my boss as a leaving gift, not to mention a few pretty boxes for those things I couldn’t fit in a book and couldn’t bear to part with. I can’t imagine life without it. It’s wonderful to have something to look back on, something safe, close just in case I need a pick-me-up– which I am pleased to say is not very often (touch wood)- and something that will stop the smallest negative from clouding everything else around me. The Happy Book has without a doubt become my happy place.
My experience taught me to let in the good when faced with the bad; that in the grand scheme of things these ‘huge problems’ that occasionally arise aren’t really that big…especially when faced with a whole book load of good things. It taught me to hold on to and cherish the happy moments and memories…and encouraged me to continue making more.
If you would like to participate in Wisdom Wednesdays, please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. I’d love to read stories of how life’s situations have helped you gain personal wisdom. I welcome writers of all ages and experiences.