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Prairie Roots
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Saturday and Sunday I did what I hate to do. I gave into my cravings and bought a couple of boxes of
meringue cookies and a couple of packages of skinny cows. And then I ate them. All. In three days.
I eventually got around to counting my points. As has been pointed out before, the points damage
wasn't horrible. Especially since I didn't eat much of anything else those two days. Monday was the
worst when I ate my daily points on on properly nutritious food and then finished off the remaining
skinny cows. It was a 40-pt day. At least the "bad" food is out the house. Now yesterday and today,
I can't make myself eat all my points, and both days I've also gotten in some heavy activity (snow
shoveling and blowing).
Behind everything, I'm having a hard time caring about losing weight and staying on program. Part of
me wonders what the point of it all is, and wants to stop. Today I feel like I just can't do this
anymore, like I don't want to do this anymore. There's a short in my "switch."
So what's going on? Well, my kids and granddaughter are coming for Christmas, and I'm aching with
wanting them here. And then I remember how bad I'll feel when they leave. Monday was my dad's
birthday, except he's not around to celebrate. I'm grieving his death. And underneath it all, I'm
very worried that I'll be laid off after the first of the year. A proposal for restructuring my area
is in development, and even if I don't end up unemployed, my job will surely be changing. In other
words, I'm excited, happy, sad, scared, anxious, angry, tired.
Because with all this going on, I'm having a hard time sleeping, which only intensifies all
the feelings.
I tell myself I'll be fine, and of course, that's true. I'm making plans now to drive down to
Atlanta in February or March when I can't stand winter one more second. And if I do lose my job,
I'll be able to visit even longer. If I don't lose my job, maybe I'll use the restructuring as the
impetus to search for something else anyway.
I'll keep muddling along with weight loss. And do my best to get myself back on program. I might
want to stuff my problems by gorging on meringues and skinny cows, and forget that there are other
ways to cope. But I really don't want to go back to weighing 232 lbs. I really, really don't.
Thanks for being here. Thanks for listening.
Prairie Roots
meringue cookies and a couple of packages of skinny cows. And then I ate them. All. In three days.
I eventually got around to counting my points. As has been pointed out before, the points damage
wasn't horrible. Especially since I didn't eat much of anything else those two days. Monday was the
worst when I ate my daily points on on properly nutritious food and then finished off the remaining
skinny cows. It was a 40-pt day. At least the "bad" food is out the house. Now yesterday and today,
I can't make myself eat all my points, and both days I've also gotten in some heavy activity (snow
shoveling and blowing).
Behind everything, I'm having a hard time caring about losing weight and staying on program. Part of
me wonders what the point of it all is, and wants to stop. Today I feel like I just can't do this
anymore, like I don't want to do this anymore. There's a short in my "switch."
So what's going on? Well, my kids and granddaughter are coming for Christmas, and I'm aching with
wanting them here. And then I remember how bad I'll feel when they leave. Monday was my dad's
birthday, except he's not around to celebrate. I'm grieving his death. And underneath it all, I'm
very worried that I'll be laid off after the first of the year. A proposal for restructuring my area
is in development, and even if I don't end up unemployed, my job will surely be changing. In other
words, I'm excited, happy, sad, scared, anxious, angry, tired.
Because with all this going on, I'm having a hard time sleeping, which only intensifies all
the feelings.
I tell myself I'll be fine, and of course, that's true. I'm making plans now to drive down to
Atlanta in February or March when I can't stand winter one more second. And if I do lose my job,
I'll be able to visit even longer. If I don't lose my job, maybe I'll use the restructuring as the
impetus to search for something else anyway.
I'll keep muddling along with weight loss. And do my best to get myself back on program. I might
want to stuff my problems by gorging on meringues and skinny cows, and forget that there are other
ways to cope. But I really don't want to go back to weighing 232 lbs. I really, really don't.
Thanks for being here. Thanks for listening.
Prairie Roots