Weigh In!

Today brings us to the end of week 1. Weigh in day. I lost 8 lbs!!! Yahhhh! That makes me very happy. I have worked hard this week and stuck to it and it shows. I am prepared for week 2. It's going to be a busy week, but I am focused and won't lose sight of my task.

Last night was the pizza party. I looked online and was very excited to see they had a chicken Caesar salad (no dressing, of course). Hubby and I talked a lot about the possibilities of just going and having one piece. I wanted to fit in. I didn't want to be different. He even gave me the option of staying home and playing sick. I told him that I have to change who I am and hiding isn't teaching me anything. I needed to go and actually not have pizza. So, when everyone was ordering their pizza, I simply said I wasn't having pizza and you know what?!?! No one even batted an eye. I always think it's going to be such a big deal and it's not. I was bummed that they didn't have my salad (even though it was on the menu), but opted for a grilled chicken sandwich instead. Still better than pizza. It's not like I won't ever have pizza again, but I need to focus and pizza, well, it's a food that puts me in that happy junk food place and makes me want other happy junk food. Where on the other hand chicken just makes me feel full.

On Friday, I was talking to someone I work with and I asked her how her sister is (I had just heard that she was in the hospital). Her answer was one that floored me. She was hanging in there, blood clot in her leg, caused by her severe obesity. Now I often wonder if it's hard for people to talk about obesity to me considering how obese I am. But this friend is very frank and was very straight forward. She said her sister was on oxygen because although her lungs were fine, her weight was crushing her lungs. She was completely sedentary and doctors said she will die if she doesn't get this under control. wow...that's me in a few years if I don't get my act together. Her weight. 400 lbs. Only 60 more than me. Now granted I have no idea how tall this woman is and I am far from sedentary, but I see it coming. I sit more, I lean more, I ask others to get me stuff more often. I see myself making concessions here and there so I don't have to move as much. I think that's how it happens. Like on Friday, I needed to run something over to my brothers. By car he is 3-5 minutes away. I decided to take Bailey (the dog) and waterboy (my 5 year old son) and walk. There is no way I ever would have considered walking it before. And as it turns out it was a nice walk, I managed just fine.

Next week is our vacation. We aren't going anywhere. Hubby has said that he plans to stay on plan, eat at home as much as possible and be as active as possible. Wouldn't that be great, to have a vacation where it doesn't ruin your diet!!! It helps that he is so supportive in all this. He's not all rah, rah and stuff, but he goes along with whatever I need and trys not to sabotage me, and I get all the rah, rah I need right here on the internet. Isn't that weird. I mean weird in a cool way, that you can get so much support from people a thousand miles away, most that you have never met? Every day the support I get from you guys amazes me. Thank you!!! :)