livingforrecovery

I weighed myself on Saturday morning at home. I didn't go to ww. Why? I just didn't feel like it. I know that I should have, but I didn't. I know they will accept me back next week. I was 66.8, which if you see to the right is 600 grams lighter than my last weigh-in, but that was almost 3 weeks ago. So I'm not doing that great on the weight loss scene. I am not surprised given the amount of drama that has been going on in my life. I did eat like crazy yesterday, but I also went to a Mexican dinner party and haven't eaten at a dinner party in so long I thought why not? There was nothing healthy to eat, and I didn't care either. I know that I'll be okay, even if I gain again. I know where I want to go. I know I will eventually get there. I know summer is on its way and as the warmer days start to pour in, I will get the exercise bug again. I know that when I contemplate short pants and tank tops and bathing suits that my mind will once again be 100% focused on

I had a slight scare with my raise at work. I had been told it was going to be backdated to the 1st of July (which is awesome!) But then they came back to me later and said that it wouldn't. I fought for myself and now, around a week later they've finally agreed to pay me for July. My increase is around $400 a month (by my calculations) so I needed to fight hard because I deserve it. I'm taking another trip to Melbourne the weekend of the 10th and this time staying in a luxury hotel suite with 2 girlfriends. I felt I deserved a bit of luxury this time around since the last time was so bad. I don't plan on running into mr. ralph's friend, at all. But if one of you happens to want to meet up, we can. The only thing is, I haven't told my friends about this site so we'd have to say we met on msn or some other thing... I think I may have lost a wee bit of weight this week. I forgot to mention that I didn't weigh in at weight watchers last week but I did go to

So I gave her the plant and the card, but I placed them on her desk while she was getting her morning coffee. By the way, the ride to work was excruciating. She onlu spole to me in one word responses. I thought if the gift didn't soften her up, I would definitely be better off on the bus. About 5 minutes later I hear her calling my name from behind at my desk and I turned around to see her standing there with the plant in her hand. She set it down on my desk saying, "I cannot accept this." I was more than a little stunned and said, "What? Why? Did you read my card?" And she said, "Yes, and I accept the card but I cannot accept the gift becaise it makes me feel as if you are trying to buy me off." There I was, still with puffy eyes from crying too much, staring back at her and again saying, "But did you read my card?" She walked away saying "Thank you, but I accept it." Then one of my joyful teammates came in saying "Oh w

Yesterday the woman that I ride to work with really threw me for a loop. I don't talk about her that much because we have zip in common. A lot of times she frustrates me because she is the kind of person that only talks and never listens. I've learned to just ask her 1 question about her and she will talk the entire way to and from work and I don't have to worry about making conversation. But yesterday... You see I had this gut feeling she was mad with me but she had not told me about it. Instead she has been quiet in the car, even when I ask her the questions. So I sent her an email at work early on (say 7:40ish) and she never responded to it. This was not a good sign, but I tried not to let it bother me. I was so tired yesterday that I felt ill. So when we got in the car to go home she flew into me. She told me she was angry at me because I didn't apologize to her for a day last week that I overslept. I was taken aback because not only did I apologize, but I

So this is what my virtual model (with my current weight I swear) would look like (in my dreams!) in a bikini.

Remember how I wanted to change my eating habits on Saturdays so I would stop feeling so bad going into the week and maybe, just maybe have better losses? Well it will have to wait another week now because yesterday I ate an entire Snitzel, with mushroom gravy, and chips. For afternoon tea, I had half a box of Cadbury's Roses. Dinner thankfully wasn't that bad, I had 2 slices of toast with a poached egg, but along the side I had 4 glasses of wine. I'm in the shittiest mood ever. The CT scan was scheduled by my regular doctor (the semi-retired one I mentioned earlier) and she saw me again Saturday after the test was done. You see my surgeon ordered one for the 6th of September, but because I was in so much pain and wouldn't see me, we did what we had to do. As it turns out his fusion is fucking beautiful. Gorgeous work Doc! You're an absolute brilliant surgeon, a bit shite with people, but the man has steady hands! Got to give it up for the C-man. But low and

There are no words to describe how much I hate the medical practice in Australia, but let me see if I can give it a go. We all know that for the past few weeks I've had increasing pain in my shoulders, paticularly the left side. Well on Tuesday night I couldn't sleep because the pain was so intense and nothing was helping. It felt exactly like the kind of pain I had before when they discovered I had a bulging disc. At the emergency room they gave me some oxycodone (which apparently is one of the strongest pain medicines they are allowed to administer) and all it did folks is make me sleepy. The pain was still there. Then they told me that I should ring my surgeon the following day to see what I should do. I spoke to his secretary who told me she would speak to him and ring me back. Of course she had not rung me by 4pm so I had to ring her and she "was just about to ring me..." What did the bastard have to say? He doesn't think it is related to the fusion h

Although I wanted to see more of a loss, I have to say the fact that I'm going back down is a relief in itself. I weighed in at 67.4 kg and had a loss for the week of 300 grams. I did have difficulty getting my mind back into weight-loss mode. I'd been coasting along for a few weeks and it takes time to stop the bad habits and reintroduce new ones. I am amazed at the response to my post from Friday morning. It is such a good feeling to know that I've helped some of my readers begin to deal with their own feelings. I've tried writing to everyone that I had email addresses for, but Khazzy if you are still reading, I hope you know that if you want someone to talk things through with I would be happy to be there for you. Plus I had obligated myself to go see a Goldclass movie with my mum-in-law (it was her mother's day gift from us) and she had asked me during the week if she could redeem it this weekend. I was in such a state I tell you. I had a mind splitting

I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but Australians are a bit different when it comes to weight loss. They're very private and compliments and comments aren't as forthcoming as they'd be in the US where everyone is on a diet, thinking about going on a diet etc. Yesterday I received an email from one of my co-workers and this is what she wrote: Hey Becca. A quite personal thing really. I cannot help notice how great you look. Diversity aside, I am sick of being fat. Can you please let me know how I join Weight Watchers as it seems, with your will power, and their help, you have achieved as well as maintained your ideal weight. When she say's "diversity aside" she is referring to the company policy of not saying anything that someone else may find offensive. They're very strict about it. I had to giggle about that, but I was so encouraged. I know it took a lot for her to reach out to me, and I was so happy that people see me as an ex

I woke up earlier than I needed to today, but it is dark outside. Instead of going for a walk in the dark I decided to check out my comments from this week. I think that it is the best thing that I could have done. You guys are amazing. I truly have no idea what I would do without you. I am feeling so encouraged. Also a close friend of mine made me feel great earlier this week when I told her about the gain. She told me that I am her inspiration for losing weight, and she is using me as her role model. And Beckie you are right to remind me of being 105 kilos. Sometimes it is easy to forget that I was once that large when now my worries are trying to make sure I can still wear my size 10 pants. It is remarkable to be 67 kilos, an amazing blessing. It is unreal this journey I've been on. I guess I worry a lot that I will slip up and gain it all back. This frightens me so much. But it is wise to remember where I've come from and look back in a positive way to celebrat