Current JC Experience

Around Memorial Day, I realized that I had been indulging a little too much. I step on the scale every morning (as is recommended for maintenance). Never get too shook up about the specifics from day to day, but I started to see it creep a little too far up. I used to have an analog scale, so I just went by how close I was to the next heavy line. Went from closer to 170, to closer to 175, to the high side closer to 180! Time to stop the madness!! Hubby had a similar creep (hmmm.... too many happy hours???)

My start-back weight was 177.8. Not too bad really... our old consultant was still there (more than 2 years later). She referred to it as the 10 lb tune up. The 7.8 came off fairly quickly, for which I was grateful. It also encouraged me to go further. The 7.8 was much more visible than I had let myself believe. I've been working really hard at strength training since reaching goal, so I have some pretty shapely muscles. They're just still covered with a little layer of fat. So, being psyched from the ease of knocking off those top few pounds, I lowered my goal. Where she stops, nobody knows! My current goal is 160 (I'm 162.8 this week), but 150 is looking pretty good.

This past month has been fairly stressful for me. Overall, I have lost only like 1.5 pounds in the last 4 weeks. Am I discouraged? HECKNO! I know exactly why... a couple happy hours (for VERY good reasons! lol)... couple of parties. And then, just when I thought I was back in control, there was a death in the family. Very unexpected. Lots of hanging around with family with nothing to do but eat. When I feel like crap, I tend to want to eat crap. I know it's a useless attempt to make myself feel better... it's really to make my body feel as bad as I do emotionally. In reality, we didn't do tooooo bad. One night it was dinner, PLUS pie, PLUS creampuffs, PLUS cookies, PLUS brownies... but that was only one night. The good news is that in the last two weeks, I was actually down 1.6 lbs... even with all the crap. And am now back on track, doing JC 7 days this week. Even during my hell week, I managed to keep up my workouts. VERY helpful emotionally as well as physically.

For those that are wondering, the death was my mother's business partner of the past 26 years and family friend for even longer. I grew up with his kids. He was the one that gave me my only nickname... LesterLouie. He had suffered from blood clots in the past couple of years, enduring several surgeries, one very recently. He was on a family trip with his wife out of state, when a blood clot finally took him. We are comforted by the fact that he went very quickly, which was exactly the way he wanted it. He was quite the adventurer in his 68 short years and had published his memoires in January. My mother and I did tons of work editing the book and photoshopping the pictures. We were glad to have so much work done before having to pull together a memorial service.

I am the saddest for my mother. He was a huge part of her life ever since my father passed away 30 years ago. She's getting by, digging into work and dealing with all of the details of getting the business into her name. My sweet loving hubby is stepping in to help her out with errands, etc. I'm just so glad that we are living close by now. Thanks to all of my many friends for your warm thoughts and prayers. We're hanging tough, which is the only thing we know how to do.