What Have You Done Today to Make You Feel Proud? Your Comfort Zone
By the way, great way to represent not falling on your fanny while your ass was being so reverently observed!OMG, I'm soooooo jealous, I LOVE an Irish brogue. Especially when they are whispering sweet nothings in your ears.
Andrew's gone? Alrighty then. But at this point, you probably know more than he does about what your body needs than he does anyway. Save that money for your new size twelve pants! Hot damn!!!
Mary
Oh... and strapping, Mary? Did I also mention bad azz biker complete with bandana on the head and leather accessories (and of course a collection of Harleys)? Our leathers just work so well together! lol I didn't know they made 'em so tall.. 6'7".. and absolutely MASSIVE shoulders and chest.. mama mia... whoa. Strapping is putting it mildly! I've never felt so small.. which is so cool since I always feel so huge. This guy picks me up like I'm a feather! The whispers are unreal.. ******swooOOOOoon**** If this is what it takes to make me feel "normal", then I'll have one.. with nothin' on.. to go.
on 12/1/08 11:24 am - Rochester, NY
What have you been putting in those protein shakes, girl? Your pants are falling off your butt and you got some hunka hunka watching your ass! Now that's what I call motivation....work it, girl.
So true..our gal Ruby does show that fatchick mentality! I wonder if she sees it after a taping? I can certainly understand how she fears injury being as large as she is.
Of course, the lesson is for all of us - do we feel sorry for ourselves too much? Do WE push our bodies to places that have never been scouted? CAN we allow ourselves to feel hunger - real or perceived - for an hour some days? God knows, we are NOT really starving.
With all some of us have to deal with financially, we all live in a country that is abundant comparatively to so many countries! I try to remind myself of that - here I am fat trying not to eat - and my soul sister somewhere in the world is trying desparately to secure any food at all!
My proud is exactly what your last paragraph states: I went BACK to my bariatric doc! After wrestling with it all - is it yet another bandaid? is this the easy way to use meds? blah blah blah...
Bottom line: I NEED the help and the assistance and the accountability here in my life. I cannot waste the time and money I put into losing this most recent loss#. I am up to 193 - a full 5# UP from June when I last went there. I nearly cried when I saw it was that little - I swear I thought I was pushing 200; 'course, i will be given a few more months.
Like a few of you, I worried about taking the meds (phendimetrazine), but the RN there said it is like a very weak antidepressant with very few side effects. That really put into perspective for me. She says with the level of monitoring that office offers (weekly weigh ins, monthly check ups), a person can be on that med for literally years.
The weight I will gain without the help is at least as detrimental given my family history!
"The only way to keep your health is to eat what you don't want, drink what you don't like, and do what you'd rather not." ~Mark Twain
That's what I loves about ya Neecee...you are willing to get out of your comfort zone and take care of ya bidness! You've educated yourself on what needs to be done and you've dug down deep inside to find the courage to actually do it.
Yep, Ruby has that fatchick mentality because she is so afraid to confront her fears. For her own good, I still wish her trainer wouldn't have given in to her, yanno?
Mary
