Posts Tagged ‘NSV’


Starting Weight: 330 pounds


Last Weigh-in: 341 pounds


This week’s weigh-in: 304.5 pounds

Technically, that wasn’t my last published weigh-in here on the blog, but yes, 341, as much as I am ashamed to admit it publicly, was my weight at the end of my pregnancy. I weighed about 320 when I got pregnant, so I gained right around 20 pounds.


While that top-out number sure makes me cringe, I’m choosing to focus on the fact that in less than four weeks, I’ve lost all the pregnancy weight and then some. I’ve lost a total of 36.5 pounds in 3 1/2 weeks. I’ll take it!


I plan on updating weekly again now that baby has arrived so you all need to be sure to hold me accountable. I can’t wait to get back into the 200s and really kick it into high gear. I ended up with a c-section with him because he was transverse (laying sideways) so my workouts are basically non-existent right now as my body is still recovering and quite tender. I’ll see my doctor in a few weeks and once I get the all-clear, I will start adding in some light workouts. I am thinking walking and swimming sound like a good starting point.


I am also back to tracking my food and calories on My Fitness Pal so hopefully I will be able to keep this postpartum momentum going. I do have increased calorie needs since I am breastfeeding, but it’s still a good idea for me to track so I can manage my portion sizes and stay accountable. I am trying, as usual, to stay away from processed foods and sugar.


Did you weigh-in this week? What are you doing to meet your weight-loss goals?


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Starting Weight: 330 pounds


Last Weigh-in: 320.1 pounds


This week’s weigh-in: 318.8 pounds


So, I went to the doctor’s office on Monday and of course, one of the standard things they look at when you are pregnant is your weight. I happened to lose a little this month which is par for the course for me at this stage of my pregnancy. Mind you, I am NOT actively TRYING to lose weight. I attribute my weight-loss to a picture-perfect diet during pregnancy. I am pretty anal about what I eat-not that I never have something I shouldn’t-but that I am VERY vigilant and concerned with how I am fueling my baby’s growth and want to provide the best start possible for my little one and I work very hard to make that a reality. I have had several criticisms and people who have challenged that I could have a healthy pregnancy at my weight. Well, I have had four so far, so I am proof positive it can be done. No, I am not recommending being pregnant and obese-BUT I am also hoping to show you that it IS possible to be fat AND healthy and have a healthy pregnancy and baby.


If history repeats itself, I expect to maintain or lose a little over the next couple of months and then start putting on a little water weight towards the end. I plan to update you every time I am weighed in at the office, as I am trying not to obsess about any weight-gain, or lack thereof, during my pregnancy which means I am not weighing myself at home. I will be updating monthly for the next couple of months and then my visits will probably increase to every 1-2 weeks towards the end. Once baby comes and I am recovered and in “weight-loss mode” again, I will resume my weekly weigh-ins.


There isn’t really much exciting to report with this weigh-in. I have been following the Brewer’s Diet for pregnancy for the most part (more on that in a future post). I haven’t been following it perfectly, mainly because I can’t eat the amount of food they want you to consume (minimum of 2600 calories per day). I get really big when pregnant and I tend to grow big babies, which means I run out of room to put food very quickly in my pregnancies. Which, for someone like me, if a very good thing. This serves to control my weight-gain, keep my blood sugar even as I am eating smaller portions, but more frequently, and help ensure that I am not pigging out on junk, because I just literally can’t eat a lot right now. It is one pregnancy symptom I certainly don’t mind having.


I also am taking several herbs, vitamins and supplements to be sure baby is getting everything he needs. I plan on doing a post on that in the near future as well, so others can see the plan I have in place for maintaining a healthy pregnancy. You all are going to think I am even nuttier than you already thought when you see all the stuff I take when I am pregnant. Rest assured, that I have done lots and lots of research on this stuff and have the full support of my care providers.


Did you notice how I snuck that little announcement in the last paragraph? That’s right-we also had an ultrasound on Monday and found out the gender of our baby. We will be welcoming yet another baby boy into our home. For my newer readers, that brings the gender division in our house to Boys: Five (including my husband) to Girls: Two (including myself). That’s right, we are expecting our fourth baby boy in a row and we could not be more thrilled. Really.


Yes, that IS what you think it is. Baby boy is definitely NOT shy!


I am currently 21 weeks pregnant. Baby was measuring on track for growth and everything looked great on the scan. My blood pressure was a perfect 109/66. Not much left to do from here on out but wait!


That’s the truth.


Did you weigh-in this week? Have you ever lost weight while pregnant? How is your healthy living journey going? Any new milestones to celebrate?

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Starting Weight: 330 pounds


Last Weigh-in: 296 pounds


This week’s weigh-in: 320.1 pounds


So, it’s been quite a while since I have posted a weigh-in post. This was not really intentional on my part, as our scale was packed away during the move for a better part of that time, and then I got pregnant, so it didn’t seem as important. But, as I have always said here on my blog, I am nothing if not open, honest and real with you.


Ideally, I like to celebrate my victories with you, sure. I love hearing that I am a source of inspiration for you (as much as I sometimes don’t believe it). Truth be told (it’s “the moment of truth” after all, right?), I love all the wonderful, encouraging comments and thoughts everyone leaves when I have a successful week at this weight-loss thing.


And then there are these times. Times when I am downright embarrassed to admit how far I have fallen. Times when I really don’t want to post those numbers and cringe as the comments roll in, so sure that I will get slammed and criticized for how awful I am doing (rarely happens, because you all are just so great!). Times when I know I really have no justification for the number.


You see, it would be so easy to blame it on the baby. Oh, I’m pregnant, so I have a great excuse, right?


Oh, no. WRONG. So very, very wrong.


The only pregnancy I have ever really gained weight with was my first (I do tend to gain a few pounds of water weight at the very end of my pregnancies). I gained 40 pounds with my daughter. Technically, I only gained 29 pounds over my pre-pregnancy weight since I lost 11 in the beginning due to nasty morning sickness. But I did gain those 11 back and then 29 more.


With all three of my sons, I didn’t really start gaining weight at until late in the third trimester. For the most part, that was water weight that was gone within a week or two of the birth.


Actually, I can’t blame any of the weight I have gained over the years on being pregnant, at all. I mean, that’s the ultimate excuse, right? And I know many women who can legitimately claim that pregnancy seriously messed with their bodies and their metabolism and they really struggled to take off those pregnancy pounds. I can’t say that though because with each of my pregnancies I have been back down to pre-pregnancy size within a month of the birth. The combination of round the clock breastfeeding, having big babies to begin with and gaining mostly water weight, means it has been very easy for me to lose that baby weight.


Now, don’t be too jealous. Because what that really means is that all of my weight gain has been of my own devices, and because I lived for years with poor habits and have been eating my emotions away for far too long. I have no medical condition related to my weight, so there is no blame to place there either. No, instead, the blame resides squarely on my shoulders and that is an uncomfortable place to be. I have no excuses.


And the same can be said about this weigh-in. I have no excuses.


I am 17 1/2 weeks pregnant today, and I can assure you that I have NOT gained 24 pounds in the last 17 weeks. Truth be told, I ballooned back up to 316 before I even got pregnant. I have gained 4 pounds in 17 weeks, for an average gain of .22 pounds per week, which even for an obese person such as myself, is a very healthy weight-gain for this stage of the game in pregnancy.


Here’s what has happened here: I have always been better at taking care of my kids than I have been at taking care of myself. Which makes complete and total sense if you think about it. I don’t hate my kids like I hate myself (work in pregress, remember?). I don’t think they are unworthy of care, like I have often thought of myself. I try very hard to make food a neutral thing for them so they don’t end up with my emotional attachment to food.


That has always translated to pregnancy. When I am pregnant, 95% of the time, my diet is near perfect. I am hyper-vigilant when pregnant about making sure I am fueling my body with whole, healthy foods and not eating crap.  And surprise of all surprises, most of my weight-gain in pregnancy is the baby and water and it just falls right off, with very little effort on my part, after the baby is born. Very little processed food every touches these lips while pregnant. I eat a very high protein diet, focus on healthy fats, eat LOTS of veggies and plenty of fruits and drink tons of water, and I limit sugar as much as possible.


That, of course, is not something I can say I regularly did outside of pregnancy-at least before I started this journey. Sugar was like my best friend-so trustworthy, always there for me, always provided what I “needed” right when I needed it. Sugar never abandoned me. I could trust sugar. (We’ve already established I have issues, right?)


So what happened with those other 20 pounds? I will tell you what happened. Stuff happened. I reverted to my old eating habits. I found comfort in food in the middle of one of the most stressful times I have experienced in my adult life. I readily admit I had a very hard time adjusting to the idea that we were moving halfway across the country, to a place where we virtually knew no one. The idea of leaving everyone we loved behind still puts me in tears if I dwell on it too long. Not to mention, the stress of packing up and entire house by myself and taking care of all the tiny, little details involved in the move-this was one stressed out mama.


Ask anyone who knows me in real life, I am the type of person who can handle big, crazy, big picture kind of news really, really well. But when it comes down to nitty, gritty details, day in, day out stressors that disrupt my routine-I am like a monster. I physically cannot handle the stress. For the first time in my life, I started having panic attacks. I was a crying mess half the time. It was not pretty. In fact, it was downright ugly.


And then we got here. And then came the stress of living for a week in a hotel and eating out for every meal because none of our stuff was here yet (huge kudos to Allied Moving Co, though, who paid for all that since they arrived later than their guaranteed time). Eating out for three meals a day is not exactly conducive to maintaining a quality diet. Of course, I was pregnant by this time and going through some nasty morning sickness, so all the weight gain came in the weeks leading up to the move.


Reading all of that, it sounds an awful lot like I am making excuses doesn’t it? But I’m not. What I am trying to say is that this is a sad, sad situation for me. The stress of our move made it glaringly obvious that I haven’t conquered my demons at all. No, they are alive and well. Still, when faced with intense stress, I broke down and turned to food for comfort. I continued in bad habits, knowing full well that I was destroying all of the hard work that I had done. I made choices that were counter-productive and nearly un-did everything I had already done.


So what do I do with this information, now that I have put a halt to the insanely rapid weight-gain? The way I see it, I have two choices. I can beat myself over the head with it. I can make myself feel like crap for it and tell myself how hopeless I am and how I should just give up because I am never going to succeed anyway. And I can follow those thought patterns up by sulking in the corner with a plate of brownies.


You know what, though? As ashamed and embarrassed as I am to admit this all to you, I know I’ve tried that unproductive attitude before. And surprisingly enough, it hasn’t worked out so great for me. Instead, when I think like that and backslide a little, or a lot, and berate myself for it, I just sink further into that hole. How sad.


My second choice is to recognize and admit my failure. Apparently I am a glutton for punishment for admitting it in a very public way. The reason I do that though, is to hold myself accountable. When I know I have people watching me I am much more motivated to do my best and succeed at this thing, than if I were doing it on my own. I also know after over a year of blogging about this stuff is that there are a TON of people out there just like me who have those exact same thought processes and who have given up on themselves too. I’m here to tell you it doesn’t have to be that way.


Once I recognize and admit my failure, I have to ask myself what I am going to do about it. Being pregnant makes the choice obvious to me. I need to pick myself up, dust myself off and move on and get right back into those healthy habits that I have worked so hard to establish. For me, it’s super easy to do because I know someone else is depending on me to do so.


If I wasn’t pregnant though? Who knows if I would even be writing this post and sharing these things with you. I imagine I would still be stuck feeling sorry for myself and my situation and wallowing in that with my best friend. You know…sugar. And I would be so ashamed at what I was doing that it’s possible I would just give up on this blog completely.


Nothing about our situation has really changed. I am still stressed. I am still terribly homesick. I am still testing the waters here and learning the area and trying to find a new church and make new friends and find good relationships for my kids and get my house in order and find new doctors (nearly halfway through my pregnancy and I have had two failed attempts and just found a new doctor on Monday). Deep breath. The only thing different about the stress I had before and during the move and the stress I have now, is that now I am pregnant. I have another little person depending on me to keep it together.


Pregnancy puts everything in a whole new perspective for me. If I am willing to do it for my child, then why not for myself? My children are really extensions of me and if they need anything, it’s a healthy and whole mother. It’s not enough to just take really good care of them and feed them good food and teach them good habits and be sure they stay active and healthy. No, they NEED me to do the same for myself too.


Really, at the very heart of it all, my bad habits and self-pity are very, very selfish. While it may sound selfish to say I need to do this for myself, it’s really one of the most unselfish things to do. I need to focus on myself and my own health so I can be here for a long time for them. As much as it may make me feel like a good mom sometimes to neglect myself and give everything I have to my children, the truth of the matter is that it makes me very, very selfish. I need a little short-term “selfishness” in the form of reserving time and energy to work on my issues, so that in the long-run I can live selflessly and truly give my kids the greatest gift-a healthy mom who is there for them and active with them for a good, long while. My family NEEDS me to be selfish. I am so very thankful for this pregnancy that has given me a renewed sense of purpose and hope for weight-loss journey. Now you all remind me of this once the baby comes, okay?


That’s the truth.


Did you weigh-in this week? How is your healthy living journey going?


Are you like I am, and often feel like giving up on yourself? What have you done to move past that and focus some time and attention on taking care of you?

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Starting Weight: 330 pounds


Last Weigh-in: 296 pounds 


This week’s weigh-in: 295.9 pounds


It’s hard to know what to say about this weigh-in. On the one hand, I am SO relieved that I basically maintained, especially since I gained about 4 pounds in the last month. On the other hand, I am obviously not at a point where I should be anywhere close to content with simply maintaining.


I have a confession to make though. For most of my journey I have been absolutely obsessed with the scale. I have been weighing myself many times a day and torturing myself with whatever that number said. Now, I know my worth and identity don’t come from that number, but it is a really, really hard reality when you feel like you are doing all the right things and the scale doesn’t reflect those efforts.


So, even though I know I’m not defined by the scale, I was allowing my scale define my mood. If I was down my mood was up. If I was up, or heaven forbid, stayed the same, I would get down on myself. Sometimes I used those numbers as a way to push myself harder and see if I could get that blasted thing moving in the right direction. More often than not, though, I let it defeat me, reasoning that all my efforts were not paying off.


In the last couple of months, though, I have decided enough is enough. I put my scale back in my closet and promised myself I would only weigh myself once a week. I was tired of obsessing over what the scale said and cursing myself when it didn’t give me what I wanted.


I have to tell you, this makes me wildly uncomfortable. At least when I was weighing myself obsessively I would have a pretty good idea of what to expect on weigh-in day. I would already start to write my weigh-in post in my head-either celebrating a victory or justifying a failure.


Now though? I am petrified every time I step on the scale. But it happens once a week, I write up my post, and it’s over until the next week. Instead of weighing myself every time I step into the bathroom, I do it on weigh-in day and then forget about it. Until next Wednesday that is, when I get all nervous again.


So, I guess all I can say is that I did feel a tremendous rush a relief today. I figured I had gained because my work-outs have been nil and I know I am dealing with some water-retention/bloating issues due to my best friend TOM being in town. I didn’t gain-and in some miniscule way that is a victory to me.


I have been very diligent with my diet lately. I am trying to compensate for my lack of exercise by making sure my diet is nearly perfect. I have to admit, though, I have been having some serious, wicked sugar cravings the past few weeks.


I am sure it is due to stress and I have wanted to cave many times. And truthfully, I have had a few “treats” (hate that word, because I don’t really see them that way-I am not eating them as a reward). But I also have said no to those things more than I have said yes. I tell myself in the face of my weakness that I am stronger than that. And it usually works.


At any rate, I am simply satisfied with this week’s weigh-in. I know to some of you that sounds so completely strange that I would be content with NOT losing, but to me it shows me that I am winning this battle in the most important place of all-my mind.


Please don’t misunderstand though, I am NOT content staying here. I will keep doing everything I can to get this weight off and make the outside match what I see happening on the inside. I am committed to seeing this through.


The Chick Magnet (my husband, for my newer readers) lost .4 pounds this week. He’s down to 189 from 189.4.  He is really focused on maintaining what he has lost now. At somewhere between 6’1″ and 6’2″, he’s very close to where he needs to be. He looks great. He’s in a size 34″ waist. When he started out he had a few pants that were 46″-48″ waists. His focus now, other than maintaining weight-wise, is just getting more fit and lean and building tone and muscle. He looks SO good and I am SO proud of him!


That’s the truth.


Did you weigh-in this week? Are you making any progress towards living a healthier life or are you struggling like I am? What will you do this week to stay on track or get back on track?

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Starting Weight: 330 pounds


Last Weigh-in: 291.9 pounds 


This week’s weigh-in: 296 pounds


Well, I know you have all been curious since it’s been about a month since my last weigh-in post. For my newer readers, I typically post a weigh-in once a week but this last month has seen some major life changes and I haven’t been able to post before now.


All I can really say is: it is what it is. I can sit here and feel sorry for myself, look at a four pound gain and think horrible, self-deprecating thoughts, throw my hands up in despair and walk away (to the nearest sweet treat I can find, of course). All of these I have done many times in the past.


Or I can look at that number as something to hold me accountable to my goals, something to fuel the fire and push me to work harder in the coming weeks. I can take the information it gives me and use it to love myself rather than hate myself. I have a choice and I choose to fight for myself.


If you’ve been reading for very long, you know that I have really struggled in the past with my thought life and really intensely hating myself and being completely disgusted with myself. I would be lying f I said I didn’t still think those ugly thoughts on occasion. Truth be told (this is the moment of truth after all), I AM terribly disappointed with myself for allowing myself to get off track. I had been doing so well for so long and I allowed myself to get lazy and focus on my chaotic life circumstances rather than my goals.


I am determined to change all of that though. I refuse to let that scale beat me down and tell me I’m not worth the time and effort required to make a healthier life. While those thoughts may sneak their way in, I refuse to let them rule me. I am in charge and I am going to do this thing!


The Chick Magnet (my husband, for my newer readers) had a great weigh-in this week. His weight last month was 197.1. Today he weighed in at 189.4 for a total loss (since April 11) of 7.7 pounds. Woo hoo!


He also won the Biggest Loser competition at his work recently. He had the highest percentage of weight loss over a 6 week period. He lost over 12% of his body weight!!! His prize? Four one-hour sessions with a personal trainer. How awesome is that? He also won a challenge during the competition and his prize was a one-hour massage, which he is giving to me when I get to Florida. Love that guy!


That’s the truth.


Did you weigh-in this week? Are you making any progress towards living a healthier life or are you struggling like I am? What will you do this week to stay on track or get back on track?

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Starting Weight: 330 pounds


Weight Last Week: 304.6 pounds 


This week’s weigh-in: 302.1 pounds


Oh glory, glory, praise the Lord, hallelujah! I swear, it’s like an emotional roller coaster every time I step on that scale (a whole other blog-post-worthy issue entirely). This morning was no exception as I ran the whole gamut of emotions.


On Wednesday, I snuck a peek at the scale and it was 302.5, so I was very excited for what my weigh-in might be. But I also knew that was no guarantee of what the scale would read come Sunday morning. Well, when I stepped on the scale this morning it read 307.1.


Wait. WHAT???


Yeah, that’s what I said too! I couldn’ believe it and I was so upset. I mean, I had basically gained five pounds in just a few days. I was so sad while I was putting my make-up on before church. Then, something in me just told me to step on the scale again (this was maybe 20 minutes later), so I tried again and it said 302.1. Always wanting to be accurate, I tried two more ties and it read 302.1 both times.


So I’m sticking with it! Finally, a good weigh-in! And I finally broke past that 304 mark that I have been stuck on. I sure hope this trend continues. I worked really hard this past week and I am not ashamed to say that I totally deserve that loss. Not one ounce comes easily for me, so I’m going to choose to claim it and be proud of it! The 200s are in sight baby!!!


I have to apologize to The Chick Magnet. I wrote so much about myself for my last weigh-in that my blog post got too long for me to give an update about him. Soooo…drum roll please…


Last week The Chick Magnet weighed in at 239. 6 and this week weighed in at 237. 2. He is only .2 pounds away from a total loss of 70 pounds!!! Unfortunately for him, he has to put up with my cooking when we go to visit him this next week, so he’ll probably see a bit of a gain over the next couple of weeks.


I also have to apologize to him for not doing my math correctly. In my monthly update post I said he had only lost 6.9 pounds last month, but it was actually 16.9. Sorry honey-you rock my world. You know that!



Some of my non-scale victories (NSV) this week include:

  1. Continuing to work on some emotional/mental barriers to weight-loss and it’s been eye opening to say the least. Yes, I will be sharing soon.
  2. I was VERY active this past week. While I will admit I did not set aside time for a structured workout, I did intentionally try to incorporate some active, everyday things into my week that I knew would burn some calories. I scrubbed all of my floors on my hands and knees, did lots of vacuuming, scrubbed bathtubs and baseboards with a toothbrush, raked leaves and moved lots of heavy stuff. Mainly I just tried to stay very active and had very little sedentary time this week. I know it contributed to my loss.
  3. I stayed well within my calorie goals, thanks in part to my sugar fast.
  4. I LOOOOVE that my clothes don’t fit me properly! What an awesome problem to have!


That’s the truth.


How was your weigh-in this week? Any new goals for next week?


What is your plan for the holidays? How do you plan to stay on track?

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Starting Weight: 330 pounds

Weight Last Week: 306.1 pounds

This week’s weigh-in: 304.6 pounds


Finally, a 1.5 pound loss. I’ll take it.


I really need to break past this 304 mark, though. I have been vascillating between 304 and 306 for the past couple of months and it is a total drag.


Unfortunately, things have been rather chaotic in my world the last couple of weeks. This hasn’t been my regular, run-of-the-mill, chaos. This has been more like, Extreme Chaos, The Puke Edition. I know, more than you wanted to know.


Trust me, it’s more than what I wanted to know as well.


If you are a follower on my Facebook page, you are probably up-to-date on most of what has been happening, but to make a long story short, it started last week with my 18-month old getting the stomach flu and discovering that he also had double ear infections and bronchitis at the same time.


What proceeded can only be described as a nightmare of epic proportions, as each of my other three children ALL contracted the same stomach flu within in 24 hours of each other. There were not enough buckets in this house to catch all of that puke. It was not pretty. And this was no 24-hour fly-by flu either. My poor daughter has been puking for 3 days (she finally seems to be on the mend, thank goodness).


The one saving grace was that by some miracle I was spared and was able to care for the kiddos instead of being bent over the porcelain throne myself.


In the midst of all of this, my daughter got her hand slammed in her bedroom door, thanks to her brother. In his defense, he was running from her and she was chasing him. In her defense he smacked her on the butt in front of her friends. Stinkers. Geesh, who is parenting these kids?


So  after a rush to urgent care, a visit to our pediatrician and a stop at the hand surgeon, it was determined that while she DID, indeed, break her finger (we were originally told it wasn’t broken), it would not require surgery. She has to wear it in a special splint for four weeks and is under strict instruction to have ZERO refined sugars for those 4 weeks. She is also on a high calcium diet. Both of these dietary changes will hopefully serve to help her heal quickly and completely.


Out of sympathy and support for our girl, our whole family is going on the sugar fast. Which, for this fat chick, is going to make Thanksgiving rather difficult. But I’ll do anything for my baby. It’s a small sacrifice to make to be sure she doesn’t feel left out. And who knows? It may have the added benefit of kick-starting the weight-loss again and pushing me past that 304 mark.


I have set a personal goal for myself to not gain during the holidays, and not being allowed to have sugar should definitely help in that department. We don’t consume lots of sugar anyway, but I am thinking this will be a good change for all of us. Especially with the post-Halloween sugar rush that has been going on around here.


In the middle of all of this, I was supposed to be meeting realtors to get things going with our house. It has been almost 2 months since The Chick Magnet moved to Florida and no, our house is still not on the market. We had some things that needed to get done around the house before we could be ready to show it and we have had to cancel our interviews with realtors no less than five times (it may be more than that, but I have honestly lost count).


Every time we have an appointment scheduled, chaos seems to ensue and we’ve had to cancel. I hate that because I am totally not flaky like that normally and it’s a pet peeve of mine when people do that to me.


In the midst of all of the craziness, I am having to keep our home show ready and keep on top of the laundry so it doesn’t take over. Which is no small feat when you are doing normal laundry for 5 people. Add puke laundry to the mix, and well, let’s just say, all visible evidence of any remaining sanity I may have had has flown out the window.


So needless to say, my diet and exercise routine has been just slightly out-of whack. Oh, who am I kidding? This is the “moment of truth” after all. There is NO diet and exercise routine.


So the fact that I lost even a little can only be explained in a few ways: 1) my lack of appetite after cleaning up so much puke, 2) calories burned from all of the cleaning, 3) a super-natural act of divine intervention from an all-knowing, faithfully loving and gracious God who didn’t want me to go completely off the deep-end with a horrible weigh-in after the week I had.


That’s the truth.


How was your week? Can you top mine?


What are some strategies you use when life comes at you full force? Are you like me and you struggle to stay-on track, let alone keep your head above water? Or do you have some tried-and-true techniques to keep you on track?


(Chick Magnet update to come!)

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