(Originally posted on August 23, 2007)So this morning, I decided to goto the library and pick up a few books that are on hold and to find one a friend had told me about. As I left the library the thought, “maybe I could stop at Cafe Rio and get a salad” popped into my head. I pushed the thought out of my mind and then as I drove down the street that leads to our neigborhood I thought about stopping at Albertson’s and buying a sandwich, chips and getting a Vanilla Bean Frappacino from Starbucks. It really fought with the thought and managed to turn on the road to the house rather than proceeding through to the grocery store. It sometimes feels like it would be easier just to pick up something prepared to eat for lunch rather than to look in our cupboards and try to figure out what I am going to eat. I also get so bored from soup and a sandwich, which is what I usually have. I need to figure out a way to spice up my lunches so I do not revert to the drive thru.
So, I have tried to be a little more active lately by getting up and going walking the neighborhood just as the children are leaving for school. I walk about 2 miles. I have really been proud of my attempt and sometimes I just wish Steve would say, “good job.” But the other day instead he said, “So far you are doing okay.” I know I am not very consistent when it comes to working out, but it almost felt like he is anticpating the day I would stop altogether. It kind of got to me. Steve is so extremely active and in good shape and NEVER has felt like this. It was just kind of a discouraging thing to hear and I know he probably did even think it would be.
The same thing kind of happened back at the beginning of the year with my mom. I had been keeping track of my calories, visiting chat rooms and blogging on another weight loss site. I was feeling pretty positive about what I wanted to accomplish. I had gone to a website where they can make a virtual picture of your body and I had done one of me at my beginning weight and one of what I wanted to be when I got to goal weight. I had showed her when she came for a visit. Her comment was, “You know you will never look like that.” Now let me tell you, my goal weight is not unreasonable for my height. I am 5′5″ and I would like to weigh 145 pounds. She TOTALLY burst that bubble.
For some reason I let comments from people really get to me. Maybe I use it as an excuse to fall off the wagon. Who knows, maybe I will figure it out as I continue on…