Weigh in Wednesday, and another First.

Well thank goodness I am down another 1 pound. That means I have lost 6.5 lbs overall, and have 17.5 until my goal. I was beginning to get worried. I was really frustrated with the small amount of weight lost the week before. Even though a pound is not much, it adds to the total, and it was not a pound gained, so that is all that matters.

I worked really really hard last week. I woke up yesterday morning and allowed myself the once weekly weigh in on my scale. According to it I hadn’t lost ANY weight…and I was NOT happy. I moped around all day pretty angrily. Then I had to go get groceries. My first mistake was going when I was hungry. My second mistake was being in a very bad weight loss mood. I noticed a pack of freshly made heart shaped donuts with yummy pink frosting and sprinkles. I included a visual above for you!...lol. Well, I couldn’t pass them up. I bought the box, headed to the car and took not 1 but 2 out and gobbled them up in seconds. It wasn’t until I got home, took a drink, and then it hit me…I HATE DONUTS! I just knew they were bad for you and I needed to be a rebel for a minute. I got the worst stomach ache…lesson learned. Next time I will choose something I actually like…lol.

Anyways, I am not a very happy person when I am dieting and exercising. I know that I should be, and sometimes-like when the weight is falling off and I actually feel and look lighter, I am happy. Most of the time though, I am really ornery. I told someone once that it is a lot more fun being fat sometimes. As pathetic as it sounds, food really does make me happy. I am not a binge eater by any means. Nor do I gorge on whole bags of chips, gallons of ice cream, or anything like that. I just like food in general…and when I have to limit myself I get a little cranky.

My cute friend Kyndi (who I am in a weight loss challenge thing with) brought me the cutest magnet the other day. It is on my fridge and it says, “Nothing tastes as good as thin feels!” Isn’t that so so true! So, I will keep it up. Hopefully ever pound I lose is a pound that will never be on my body again.

On a different note, I went to my first Autism Support Group meeting last night. I was SO nervous. First off, it was at Northeastern Counseling Center. I felt so weird going there…like I was committing myself to craziness or mental illness or something. It was good though. There were quite a few people there. To know that we all had something in common was great. My favorite pediatrician Dr. Pollary was the speaker. I really have a special bond with him…as gay as that sounds. He has been through a lot with me with my kids and their many ailments over the past 6 years that he has been in Vernal. I truly admire him, and trust him. It was good to see and listen to him in a different atmosphere.

I was also worried that it would be a crying/pity party type of meeting. It kind of was for some people, but for the most part, it wasn’t. The last thing I need is a poor poor me attitude when dealing with Kayler. It does not make anything better. My friend Jill (who has a fully autistic son) put it best. She said that as soon as you feel sorry for yourself and become hopeless about your situation, you become useless to the growth and development of your child. I think that is so true. Granted I am going to have rough days, I just need to keep on trying. Things will get better. I love Kayler so so much (along with my other kids!) I am getting ready right now to take him to one of his weekly therapy groups. He really likes this class, so it is fun to see him learn and grow. The next autism group is in April. We are meeting everyone’s kids then, so that will be very interesting. Wish me luck!

Have a great day!