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The Fat Lady is Singing . . .

Leah M. HintonFebruary 4, 2011Leave a Reply

The Fat Lady is Singing . . .

I’m sure you’ve heard “It’s not over till the fat lady sings.” Well, I’ve been singing for years and my old, big girl ways haven’t come to an end. Every day I fill myself with some yummy goodie that was horrible for my health. Once in a while, that wouldn’t have been a problem — but daily abuse of my body is no way to live.

I felt sluggish. Lethargic. OLD. (I’m almost 40 and that is still young in my book!) One of my favorite things is to grab my guitar and write songs. My sad, old lethargic-self didn’t even have the energy for that anymore. It is a pretty sad thing when you don’t have time or energy for the things that give you joy.

Well, here I am, on day 4. I feel mighty full, I might add and still have points to spare. No sense of deprivation here. Already, I am noticing the brain fog lifting. Already I have more energy because I am fueling my body with quality whole foods.

In four days on WW I am back to writing songs and am actually getting more housework done. (Not to mention the fact I homeschool my children and that takes up a great big chunk of my day and usually leaves me tired — but not this week)

I imagine there will be a time when the newness wears off and I am not the HUGE fan of the program I am today — but I’m so excited I can’t see it coming anytime soon. Usually I am really ready to be done with a diet two days in. Of course I hear so many on here say it is not a diet, but a lifestyle change.

I can’t wait to get my old body back. (I sed to be a very fit personal trainer who looked good in anything. Ahhhh, the good old days!)

So for now the fat lady is singing (and hopefully shrinking)My old ways are over. I’m finallly seeing light at the end of my very large tunnel. 🙂

Honey, Could You Make Fried Chicken …

Leah M. HintonFebruary 3, 2011Leave a Reply

Honey, Could You Make Fried Chicken and Mashed Potatoes with Gravy?” . . . Seriously?

You ever have one of those days where you think things are going downhill only to find out they are exactly the way they are supposed to be?

I love my husband. I REALLY love my husband, but one of the issues I have identified as being a part of my weight problem is that not only do I love food, but my husband does too. Neither of us is strong for the other when it comes to food. All it has ever taken for a diet to fail is for one of us to suggest dinner out “just once more before we get serious about our health”.

Well, today is day three on the program. My husband has been good, eating what I’ve been eating and surely he will see some benefit. Then today he asked for fried chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy. He also put in his request for the weekend. He asked for homemade Irish stew with homemade rolls, chili with cornbread and a number of other yummy things. I was so frustrated I was close to serving him the toy versions in the pic. (but I’ve gotta remember he wouldn’t want the green beans — ha)

I know there are healthier versions out there, and as good as that sounds, it is NOT what he wants. I told him things are going to be different. I told him that eating like that once in awhile would be fine, but we can’t eat like that every day. (I’ve home cooked 1-3 meals a day forever!) then I sat back and waited for the complaining.

It never came! He thought about it and I guess he realized I am serious and that we really need to see to our health. He finally came back with — “you wanna try a lean ground turkey chili with beans so we have more fiber?”

I was shocked. I couldn’t believe it. All these years I thought there would NEVER be a day he would eat something like that and here he was open to compromise. I sold my husband short presuming he would react a certain way if I pushed my health goals onto him. How sad that I didn’t give him the benefit of the doubt. How many years earlier might we have tackled our health issues if we had just kept the lines of communication open instead of presuming to know what the other would want.

I guess my message to all of you is “Speak up for yourself and give your significant other the benefit of the doubt…you shouldn’t have to this alone!”

Faulty Reflection?

Leah M. HintonFebruary 2, 2011Leave a Reply

Faulty Reflection?

Sometimes I forget I’m a big girl. I’m not talking big bones — I need to lose about 120 pounds. Yet, I find myself smiling at an attractive man or walking with a little too much pride or (God help me) even swaggering and thinking I look good.

I can see my reflection easily enough every time I look in the mirror or pass by a shiny window with the latest fashion displayed— only it isn’t what I feel on the inside. And as I stand looking at little, cute, attractive clothes I realize they aren’t for me — sew them all together to make one big one and it still wouldn’t fit me.

I, from the inside looking out, am fun and bubbly — sexy and confident — able to go through life happy, and for the most part this is true, but then I ask myself — “why am I big?” if these things are really true — with NO lies or defensive measures to protect me attached to them, then WHY AM I BIG?

I love food and eat because I enjoy it. Also, I eat emotionally. I eat when I’m happy, sad, bored, frustrated, anguished, nervous, seemingly satisfied and for every other emotion I can think of. This is why I’m big or at least this is the excuse I tell myself everytime I think too long or hard on the subject.

Losing weight is the beautiful side effect of this journey — finding out the “why” is my purpose because without knowing “why” I eat, the cycle will not be broken. How can a seemingly adjusted person, whom everyone thinks is on top of things, be so out of control?

I’ll let you know when I find out.