First of all, I hope you don't mind that this little blog appears to be neglected, having gone just over a week without an updating post. In my own defense, I could produce reams of evidence to support my writing habit with quite a number of other things in that time, and - you'll just have to believe me on this one - I have been consciously aware of the things going on around me to do with food, and dieting, and losing weight. In relation to the big picture, it does not matter that I have not written here but it does matter that things are going magically well. Do let me explain.
I have an enormous plate full of all kinds of delicious temptations and treats; they all keep me satiated and I'd even venture out as far as to say, contented, and almost happy. It's not that I was ever totally discontented or unhappy - just frustrated and restricted in certain areas of my life. It is hard to explain and yet it isn't. The feeling might be difficult to express but the situation I am sure is familiar to others, therefore, allowing for some kind of sympathy. One cautionary note I must make at this time ... is that this plate full of goodies is NOT food and it is nice to be full of other things rather than just caloric-intensified-sustenance. What changed? Not sure, it's a mystery.
I reported that I have been without back pain medication since I ran out of the prescription I was trying after my last doctor's appointment. I have not asked for the refill yet and with the exception of a couple of Tylenol on the odd day, I have been without pain assistance now for two weeks AND I have done more work around my mom's yard than I have been able to do for awhile now. Sweat-inducing, muscle reminding labor - yesterday was particularly gratifying as I was able to do approximately five hours of work without wimping out... and I even got out of bed this morning with a smile on my face. I feel it today - but it's that muscle -ouch- remember you have them - ache.
I can only accredit this change to "mind over matter" thinking that some of the internal mental and emotional decisions have attributed to the change and the gradual increase in my physical well-being. I have been eating better; drinking my water; encouraged by my family and friends and reciprocating that with my daughter's better health regime; getting back to what I love to do like volunteering for the local Shakespeare festival; I'm starting a company with a group of friends; and the biggest break from the past is that I have accepted if someone comes along who loves writing and would share his time with my writer's group, then I may be interested in a mutual relationship, but I am not searching anymore. The alone time is conducive to creativity and productivity, although the loneliness still strikes at times, but the mere hint of acceptance has given me some kind of magical freedom.
I can only say that perhaps the recent lunar and solar eclipse, the way of the world, mother nature's course, my ultimate journey, and a determined Aries spirit guide me. This is my challenge and however I meet it is the "write" way... the ending is yet to be determined and a long way off. Slow down. I hear ya.
"Dream of the end goal but focus on the journey - you might miss something spectacular along the way." (c) Linda J. Pedley
p.s. I just freaked myself out - felt my cat rub up against my leg under my desk... the cat's lying in the other room!!!!!!!!!
Yes, the title is the name of a disastrous apocalyptic movie, however, that state is quite descriptive of my report, my feelings and my results, at this time. The day, in short, did not go well... All my efforts, although not for naught, did not add up to the positive change I had hoped for. True, I am not as diligent as I should to be and have made the comment regarding my lackadaisical attitude at times. I am not, on purpose, sabotaging my challenge but I feel that my less than concentrated effort contributes to its lack of success. I am not prepared to do more exercise to win this challenge - I feel that my "accomplishment" of staying away from back pills is enough to keep me going and doing a little more, here and there. I'm a desk person who runs marathons with words and I know that doesn't help lessen my weight any, but that's where I am happy. To me, being happy equals feeling good and eating less. Don't ask me where the downfall is - because I just can't explain it with the changes that have been made. How bad was it, you ask?