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!)