”Things don’t go wrong and break your heart so you can become bitter and give up. They happen to break you down and build you up so you can be all that you were intended to be.”
Thank you again Livestrong.com for another inspiring Facebook status! I sure needed it after the past week.
In the wee hours of the early morning on Wednesday, Dustin, Hanna, and I set off for Las Vegas after getting news that Dustin’s Grandmother had a stroke. My husband has been truly blessed in his life, and although I do not feel it is my place to give out information about his past, I have to say that his family is amazing. In high school the Larsen/Beighley clan started feeding my husband, and ended up not being able to get rid of him. I call his family Dustin’s “surrogate” family, but to Dustin they are thicker than blood. So when his granny went to the hospital from pneumonia this past week, it was not a hard decision that we needed to be with the family.
After many twists and turns throughout this week Granny decided it was her time to go this morning. She (along with every. single. member of the Larsen/ Beighley Family) was one of the most selfless people I was blessed to know. She gave service to anyone who needed it and always put others before herself. I celebrate the life that she lived, and also the work in the after life that she will be doing. I am so blessed to know that there is a heaven above and a Heavenly Father waiting with open arms. I will miss you Granny, and I can’t wait until the time that we will meet again!
And in regards to the “gain” portion that I mentioned in the title….
In stressful times I eat. You can tell how stressed I am by the amount of food that I eat. This week started out great, and by Tuesday I was down 3 pounds ready to win this weeks weigh in for Monica’s Birthday Challenge, and then the week started to go South quickly. As soon as I knew we were going to be traveling I started to crave food. Spending time in a hospital made me crave food. Being in a place that had thousands of options to choose from made me crave food.
So what did I do? I ate. I ate my feelings. I ate my sadness. I ate my frustrations with eating too much by eating more.
And then I had a little break down, and a pity party for myself.
Then I put on my big girl panties and I weighed myself. If you do the crime, you do the time, and I needed to see the number that was going to show up:
That my friends is a 13 pound gain since the beginning of February. Wait. Wasn’t my goal to lose 5 pounds a month? Hmmm. I seem to be going the opposite direction.
I tried to tell myself it’s because I have only pooped twice in the last 5 days (going out of town in hard on my digestive track), or that I have a lot of water retention and salt hanging around in my system. While all of these things are true, and the weight loss will come quickly with those first few pounds once I get back on a healthy track, it is still a gain. It is still a step backward, and it is still frustrating. My first thought is that I have to come up with a plan of action, but the plan is simple and needs no long thought process. Track food. Exercise. Drink Water. Sleep 7-8 hours. Repeat.