Thirteen years ago today we purchased our home in Raleigh, North Carolina. I have never been back to Stamford, Connecticut since and don't miss it at all.
Today, I woke up at 5:05 a.m. to help my youngest get ready for his first day of tenth grade. He's basically grew up in Raleigh, NC but there's no evidence of a southern accent. His demeanor is pure Connecticut-snob. He gets that from me; poor kid.
Just came back from a summer mini-vacation. Had a good, relaxing time despite the 90% rainout. No tan for me but I was able to enjoy the ocean and time with my mom and son. I even worked out with Nicolas at the hotel fitness center. Yay for me and my new, healthy lifestyle.
Now that we are back to the grind of early mornings and the demands of high school it is time for me to tackle some projects reserved specifically to address my needs. I'm planning to make a list of goals for the next couple of months so I can have somewhere to direct my energy. I'll keep you posted.
Had a weigh-in at Curves almost a month ago (8/1/12). Down a total of 38.7 pounds and many inches. My body feels better and I am able to walk and expend more energy during the day. I average working out at Curves three times a week and would like to increase that to four times per week. I'm due for another weigh-in in the next week or so. I knew this journey would be long and I figure if i can keep my average weight-loss at one pound a week, I have a better chance of keeping if off long-term.
I suck at taking pictures. I always forget to take my camera when we go places and I don't understand how to get the right light. I have not taken a picture of myself in years and do not see myself posting a current picture of myself in the near future. I give mad props for people who have the confidence to share their current state with the world. I guess I am just a weak person with little confidence when it comes to appearance. My nose is so big and pointy (which didn't really bother me when I was younger but is one of my sore spots as an adult). My skin is discolored from years of sunbathing and ignoring the advice to take care of your skin. Pro-tip...take care of your skin! Even if you think it's too late, it isn't. Get thee to a spa! Have your skin analyzed by a trained professional. Get a chemical peel (if needed) and take care of that shit. Your skin is the largest organ of the human body. Why are you ignoring its needs for proper care and nutrients? My son (the aspiring actor) has received treatment recently for acne and I must say it is the best remedy for a teenager in the midst of hormonal warfare. Don't let your kids walk around in their teenage years with a blatant defect. Kids can be cruel. Avoid physical and emotional scars and nip that situation in the bud. Get thee to a specialist, dammit! Take all that fucking money that you spend on stupid shit (junk food, non-essential stuff) and take care of the person. God, sometimes our priorities are fucked-up!
I grew up a fat kid. I am a morbidly-obese adult. I'm working on changing that but it's taken 47 fucking years!!! Please, please, if your child is overweight, please get them help. Nip that shit in the bud. The parents set the example for their children. It is so important to teach your kids good, healthy eating habits. You only have one body in this lifetime, treat it well. Never mind the emotional scars of being called, 'fatso, chubby, plump, overweight, obese' and any other derogatory name in the 'fat' thesaurus, the physical scars of carrying extra weight can be irreparable. You may offer the excuse that it's hormonal or a phase but that's just an excuse. You may say it is temporary or genetic but you are kidding yourself. Please, please don't let your kid grow up with this terrible burden of being fat. It can (and does) ruin your self-esteem which is so important in living a fulfilling life. My biggest regret is that I let my weight get in the way of me actually LIVING my life. I am always self-conscious of my appearance and have made decisions which effected my overall happiness and fulfillment because of my weight. While my kids never had the weight problem that I do, thank God (and knock on wood), I am so pissed at myself that as an obese mother I effected their life choices and happiness. Maybe I was too lazy or scared to be in public and take them to a soccer game or go with them on a roller coaster or travel on a plane. I limited their life experiences by being a morbidly obese parent. I regret having this negative impact on their lives. They may not realize it now, but they will some day.
More rants to follow. I've gotta get this shit off my mind, damnit!