As you know, I’ve been struggling a bit. Life has been a bit busy, and I’ll be the very first to admit that I have NOT been eating like I should.
No, there have been no BAGS of candy corn again, but that doesn’t mean that I’ve been eating healthy either. November was filled with fast food, running from here to there, doing this, doing that, taking care of Mom after her surgery, etc.
When I was staying at Mom’s, days were not judged in terms of day and light. Days were on a 24 hour clock with an alarm set for every 3 to 4 hours for pain management around the clock. There were notes and notes of when people were coming and going ( Nurses, two different physical therapist, and friends check in on her, which was wonderful and heart warming to see just how loved she is). Let me say, I will do it again ( and will come the Spring / Summer when she has the other knee done) in a heart beat because she is my Mommy, and this is just what daughters do, but … OY! there were things I didn’t expect.
1. Just how tired I would be.
Seriously, I knew my sleep would be ragged, and everything, but we weren’t going anywhere, there was no reason why I couldn’t just go back to bed until the next alarm went off. Which I did. However, my body was just exhausted.
2. Tied in with number 1. Just how stressful it is.
I really hadn’t given it much thought. Mom needs the help, I could work it out with work to take the time off, and so I did. But, looking back, it was stressful. She’s my Mommy, and even though I knew she was fine, surgery went wonderfully, and she was a GREAT patient ( She really was. Even though she hurt, she knew this was going to get better and really did keep a good positive demeanor about her. ), I still stressed out over it, and that stress snuck up and bit me in the butt!
3. Probably the hardest one because I REALLY didn’t see it coming… was how HOMESICK I GOT!
You read that right. I never expected to get that homesick. I only live 25 minutes away from my Mom’s house. 25 minutes. That’s it. Hop, Skip and a Jump. Literally, over the river and through the woods to Grandma-ma’s house we go. HOWEVER, the homesickness came crashing down on me like a dam breaking. I can’t explain it. After, what Mom 4 days? Yup… 4 days, I missed my family so much! Luckily, my brother lives just a town over ( which is like 10, maybe 15 minutes from Mom’s house), and so I sent him a text bawling my eyes out basically BEGGING him to come over and hang out with Mom for a few hours the next night when he got off work so I could go home and see the family for a couple hours. Luckily, he wasn’t working the night shift and gladly came over to give me a break.
The following night I went home and got a fix. Well, I also brought Prince Wall-E Magnifico Puppino back with me, and the next day went back and brought the Daughter Unit back for a night. Then it was Thanksgiving and we all headed back up to my house for our yearly enchilada’s. Having the time to hang out with the family helped so much. Mom was so patient and understanding. I can’t thank her enough for her understanding of my homesickness. Of all things I had tried to anticipate, that was not something that I thought would be a problem at all.
Why do I mention all of this, because it might also explain why I just ate whatever was in the house, and what I wanted. Yes, there was candy involved, but there was also some fast food, pizza, and overall junk food. I didn’t eat well. I didn’t eat 3 meals a day, I snacked my way through two weeks.
Eating wasn’t really any better once I went back home and back to work either. There was candy left over and fast food to eat.
Then come December 1st, as I stood looking in the mirror getting ready for work that morning, I saw someone who had given up and not made her health a priority. I wish I could say that it was just November, but all you have to do is look back at the last few months ( or this year ) of posts to see that even though I’ve “tried”, there are no signs of me really putting it high on the priority list. I knew this had to change.
Then my doctor’s office called reminding me I had an appointment that week ( I forget what day it was ). Which was good, because I was feeling better depression wise, and I was finally catching up on sleep and feeling “normal” again. (Whatever NORMAL feels like) I went in and … what an interesting turn of events.
I stepped on the scale and it seemed lower than what I had remembered, but figured I remembered WRONG and when we got into the room I asked what it was last time I was there, just a month ago. When she told me, I did the math .. and my jaw hit the floor.
HOW … How did I LOSE 8 pounds?!
You read that right too. I LOST 8 POUNDS in November. Not that I’d like to lose 8 pounds from stress every month, but I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth either.
So I’ve taken that as a jumping off point. I’m on the road again, and “The Devil” ( for those who don’t know, that is what I call my elliptical at home ) and I have gotten reacquainted again. I’m trying to eat better, and when I do have to do fast food, I try to make better choices than just the burger and maybe the French fries or onion rings. While I didn’t drink the soda and opted for either iced tea or lemonade, I had gone back to ordering French fries or onion rings. Which I really hadn’t done in a VERY long time.
Yes, it’s the holidays. Yes, there are temptations everywhere. Yes, there are meals that call for gluttony, but I am not going to let this stop me. I have to make my health one of my highest priorities again. I lost 70 pounds before, and even though I’ve gained some of that back, I can do it again.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!
(No matter what you celebrate.)