Random Musings of a Banded Bad-Ass (not really)....

Monday, June 27, 2011

Not Feelin' It.

How does the mojo disappear so quickly? I get on a roll, and I think, "I can do this; no problem." But then there are always problems. Problems like: frustrations when I am so good with eating and exercise and the scale won't budge; or stresses beyond my control that drive me to stress-eating; or delicious desserts brought into my home by those with the best of intentions. All these things cause my weight loss to slow down. I know I am the one making my own decisions, and ultimately I drive my successes and failures, but dang, it sure is easy to get off track, isn't it? I know I'm being whiny, and truth be told, it's not all that bad. Even though I haven't lost in the past two weeks, I am down 9 lbs. over the past two months, when I last saw my surgeon. I'm just bummed, because I wanted to be under 200 by the end of July, and my hope for that is fading fast.

On a lighter note, want to hear a funny story? So, my sister-in-law caught a stomach virus [obviously not the funny part], so she sent her two girls to our house for a couple of days. We had a blast, swimming, baking and even had a homemade beauty spa night. Anyway, a series of mishaps [note: it is never a good idea to let a four-year old dry-mop your hardwood floors, even if it is covered with rainbow sprinkles] caused a couple of breakables to hit the floor, one right after the other. I was trying to hide my disappointment when my four year old niece put it all in perspective by telling me, "It's really OK. It's way better than somebody dying in your house." Yep, I've got to agree with that wisdom.


1 comment:

  1. True dat! The dying part I mean. I don't know where in the heck the mojo goes. Maybe all of our Mojos hold a convention in vegas and meet there all at once?