Hello. I'm sneaking back on. I don't know if anyone will catch this thread but it's mostly for me anyway.
I have (sort of) maintained my weight. Depending on what day I weigh in I've gained all of it back or only two pounds. I call that sort of maintaining because I haven't gone over 265 at all, and I don't think I'll ever see 273 again (which is where I was - 278 according to the doctor's office - after my baby was born). So that's something at least.
I'm thinking about coming back to the program for a couple of reasons. One, I'm working full time again and both the money I'm earning and the structure of my days will make the program a little easier to stick to - I'm busier so I don't have so much time at home to think about what I could gobble up (besides my adorable little one's toes, of course!). Reason two is that I left because I thought the supplements were "cheating" and setting a bad example for my baby - but I'm still not eating regular meals, although she is. She's entered the picky toddler stage so my meals at home are usually whatever she doesn't eat and some chips. Oh so nutritious.
Now I'm thinking, what's the worse example - having to eat supplements to stay in control of my weight, or eating "normal" chips and fast food in front of her while she eats healthy meals and saying things like "when you're a grown-up you can eat like this." Heaven help me, I don't WANT her eating the way I do!!!! And her "healthy" meals are all prepackaged stuff anyway (Gerber Graduates, single-serve applesauce and yogurt, and Chef Boyardee for example) so it's not like she's eating organic freshly harvested golden apples every day or something. I hope I'm feeding her good food - I do worry about preservatives and things in all her prepackaged fare - but I don't worry that she's getting too much or not enough. And to date not one McDonald's fry has passed her lips, when we eat out at restaurants I make healthy choices for her (not myself of course!) and I'm proud of that (her food, not mine
).
So anyway, here I sit, thinking my dropping the program may have just been something I alluded to in earlier posts - fear of success. I never did make it to counseling - but now I'm back to work and can go through my own EAP, which is much more efficient than my husband's (according to him they never called to set up anything, and I guess that's how it works over there. Good thing I wasn't suicidal
). I know I have many, many emotional issues to deal with. And even though it's false hope, I do believe (I can't help it) that if I could lose some weight I'd feel better about myself. Maybe it's not false - I know it won't cure my marital problems or my anger issues or my self-loathing - but I could sure use some good feelings and I don't see how losing a few pounds could make me feel any worse.
I haven't placed an order - we're still paycheck-to-paycheck while we dig out of the maternity leave financial hole we got into - but I do know what I'm going to order if I take the plunge again and I'm just waiting for payday.
And one last thing on the "supplements are a crutch and I need to address the bigger problem" issue - people use crutches while they're healing. Why can't I? If I broke my leg I wouldn't scoff at crutches and a cast - I wouldn't lock myself in my bedroom and sleep until it healed either. I'd go about my daily life as best I could with my injury. My body is injured - my heart is obviously injured - my self-esteem is in peril - maybe a crutch is just what I need right now. It doesn't have to be a bad thing.
I thought using the supplements made me weak and kept me from doing what I needed to do to get healthy. Maybe they will be my support while my injuries heal.
You know, I don't really talk the way I write. As much as this is for me it's always in the back of my mind that someone might read it, so although I can say I've been honest, I've also been a little wordy. Like a bad romance novel or something, drawing out the simplest phrase with colorful adjectives and verbose verbage.
So I apologize for my high-falutin' self-indulgent narration.