The Last "Hoorah"...
Today is my my and my wife's 13 wedding anniversary.
We had a celebration with family at my mom's house. I had a muscle milk light for breakfast . I went in with intentions of knowing I was going to eat,but that I would going to limit my food intake, but ended up doing what I usually do and eating far too much. I stumbled today. But I'm not going to beat myself up about it. I consumed my salad first, and only had 1 helping of Lasagna and 2 bread sticks. I drank water. I did have a slice of the Tiramisu that my wife bought because it is my favorite and only one scoop of ice cream.
And now...
I feel like crap. Not mentally, but physically and I like that. I know what I did wrong and my body is "thanking". I'm 5 days out from surgery (I don't have any pre-op diet, less the day before where I'm on clears only) and I'm focused on exactly what I did wrong and I'm enjoying the fact that I feel like total butt because of it. This is a great milestone, because before, when I was "stuffed" I felt good about being "stuffed", now knowing that I don't like the feeling any more, I'm even more excited about the upcoming weeks. The rest of my day remained intake free, less the water and some tea with stevia "sugar".
I've got my sights set on the FitBit fitness tracker. It's 100 bucks give or take and I've got 45 saved up for it already. It's odd that I'm actually excited about a fitness tracker, that is something that has never happened. I never really looked forward to exercise or being shown exactly what I did right and wrong calorie wise. I've made a huge turn around in mindset in just the last few weeks. Thanks to the lovely folks here and those at the local weight loss support group. I know I'm not alone in this, I know that my support group is above and beyond ready to deal with helping me post surgery.
For the first in a very long time, I'm happy. Content knowing that my future has a positive outlook. That in one year's time, I will be much healthier, happier and lighter than I am today. I'm happy knowing that I will be able to take trips to the amusment parks with my kids and actually be able to do more than just sit there holding items. I'm at the bottom of a long flight of stairs, looking up, knowing that what lies at the top is Love and Joy.
Stay strong fellow Bandits and Bandsters. The road is bumpy, dusty and hard, but at the end we will all be able to look back and smile at what we have accomplished.
I'm reminded of a lovely poem by Mr. Robert Frost
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference
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