Learning what it takes to move on

It was so tough yesterday. I sat with him at MEPS for hours watching him "hurry up and wait" only to go to the airport and wait with him for his plane. He left me at 5pm on United flight 659. As I just sat wiping away tears I noticed my beloved son was becoming anxious and something struck. It was a feeling like I wasn't doing my job as a mother. If I was going to be there with him - it was my job to do my best decreasing his stress. I went in to auto pilot. I stroked his arm telling him about how he thrives when challenged. He loves to be the comeback kid. "Look at how well you did in prison release school"- a joke more than a real place. He lifted his head and stared at me. "Yeah, I did, didn't I?" Yes you did. You've had huge challenges and thrived in them! I sat and told him I was so proud of him. I told him no matter the outcome-whatever his decision was I was here for him. He could always come home. He seemed so tired and instead of staying with him to the last possible second I asked him what time he wanted me to leave so he could rest. It wasn't about me, it was about him. We decided if I left him at three he could sleep for an hour or so and get on the plane and go to boot camp. That's what we did. I hugged him and told him I loved him and whispered "awesome possum" in his ear. He turned and waved to me
at the security check point. I have that picture. He reminded me of something he learned in wrestling. "Pain is weakness leaving the body." It's been swirling around in my brain since he said it yesterday. I must be getting stronger today.

Not a mention of dieting today

My son Ryan leaves the nest today to join the US Navy. I think I have a little bit more insight into what a mother's grief really feels like. I'm beside myself with overwhelming sadness as he leaves. He's chosen a career in submarine service which will put him out of contact for months at a time. It just doesn't make sense as a mother not to talk to him for more than a day let alone what the Navy has in store for us. I feel powerless in this situation. I just want one more time to read to him or curl up with him. I cant let go. Why does 4pm have to come today? Goodbyes are awful. I'll say " Until I see you again." I can't say goodbye.

Day one a success!

I made it through day one! Wahoooooo! What I've learned about dieting is it isn't about a week of dieting. It's not about losing 20 lbs at a time. It's one day. One meal at a time. Yesterday, 5/19/09 was a success! Can I string two great days together?

New diet!! The bitch is a size 4 with a boob job!!

Well if this wasn't enough to motivate me I don't know what will. Call it TNT for the stubborn dieter. My ex husband's wife had bypass surgery. She lost so much weight it angers me! I had WLS...but she had bypass and I had a band. I must remember that. What did she do now??? She had a tummy tuck and a boob job and SHES A SIZE 4!!!! AHHHHH!
Look you can put a dress on a gorilla but it's still a gorilla. I get that. On her best day she's still a ground- dwelling primate scratching her big butt with the rest of them . But damn...I want the size 4! So all last night I psyched myself up for today. I promised myself one more shot at the liquid thing. Take it off Sandi...you can do it. I woke up and made a huge blender full of chocolate drinks for the day and had one. I must admit in the blender it's much better. Let's see how long I can last.
WTF? A size four? Biotch!

Dieting during loss

With Ryan leaving for boot camp in a few weeks I'm overcome with grief and periods of sadness. Well-meaning people tell me it's good for him but all that serves to do is isolate me further and leave me feeling like I'm the only one mourning this. Times like this make me want to self soothe. Who wouldn't? I did for a while. It was too much stress trying to get ready for Amy's wedding and trying to get ready to say goodbye to Ryan. I gained lots of weight. Then I saw pictures of myself at the wedding and I realized what I had done. So once again, I'm trying. Once again, I've lost some- 6 of the ten I gained. Once again, I wish this wasn't my struggle. Am I making an issue out of a non issue? Loads of families have kids in the military. Why am I so heartbroken?

I'm terrified of food right now. I've been awake since 0700 and it's 0937 and I haven't eaten anything because if I haven't cheated yet it's a good day. I'm so afraid if I start to eat something it wont be right and then another day will be added to the failure column and I'll have to wait until "tomorrow" to try again. Weird huh?

this f*cking diet sucks!!!!

Have I cheated? NO! Did I want to cheat yesterday but put the Hershey's chocolate bar back??? YES!!! I figured I didn't need the extra 210 calories. SO tell me why the hell- after eating nothing but freaking rabbit food- did I GAIN a pound and a half yesterday????!!!!!!!!!! I'm CURSED!!!! I have been so good this week. All I've had are salads and a once daily Lean Cuisine. AND I GAINED WEIGHT!!!!!!!! Overall this week I lost but yesterday I gained. WTF???? And someone somewhere will wonder why fat people get frustrated with dieting and quit. Jackasses! Numbnuts!!! I'm starving and haven't cheated and I gained freaking weight! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
No real soda intake and only one glass of wine this week. Oh dear god. The lightheadedness and the hunger are enough to sabotage this but then to gain? Why bother?!

Ultra dieting.

Three weeks til the wedding. Diet is in overdrive. Ok, diet started yesterday and is in panic mode. This is what I do. Now I'm in ultra dieting mode which means there no room for any extra calories. Then I'll splurge on vacation and it will be hard to get back on track. Patterns suck.