We spent the weekend in the Great Smokey Mountains, one of my favorite places.
We, my husband of 24 years (in October), my two 16 year old boys, my 18 year old son, my 18 year old daughter and my 19 year old daughter.
No, that's not a typo. Those ages are accurate. We have five adopted children. Children with special needs and from hurt places. Places I can't even tell you about. Places I wouldn't dare to speak of.
We have been in a season of transition for about two years now. Major life transitions.
* Oldest daughter getting in a pretty severe car wreck and being immobile for 6 months.
* Second set of sibling adoption of 14 & 16 year old
* Oldest daughter graduating home-school high school
* Youngest daughter about to graduate public high school
* 3 oldest children taking on jobs
* Me taking on the added duty of caring for my 8 yr old niece and 3 yr old nephew for extra income
* Following God's leading in leaving our home church and beginning home church and searching for wherever He leads us next
Yes, it's been a tough few years. We adopted the first sibling group 12+ years ago.
It was hard.
It got harder.
And during this time, I gradually gained 5 lbs here, 5 lbs there. And Monday I woke up, weighed and saw this number ... 249.5 ... staring at me.
It's not the heaviest I've ever been. But ashamedly it's also a far cry from where I need to be.
I used to joke and tell people, "I still haven't lost my baby weight." That worked for a few years, we would have a cordial chuckle about the irony of me not giving birth to these children and still gaining weight. But now, 13 years later with five almost-grown children in tow, it's no longer a laughing matter. It's no longer those pesky 5, 10 or even 15 pounds. It's grown to a whopping number of gigantic proportions taking me into the morbidly obese category on the scale in my doctor's office.
I've tried to lose weight. I've lost. And as most of you can relate, gained it back ... and then some!
Well, no more! I'm tired of it. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. I'm done with being overweight and looking forward to the next season in life with the kids moving on and me moving down ... in size, that is!
I have a goal to get to 175 lbs. I may get smaller, but that is my goal. I'm very solid. Large-boned, as some would say. But it's true, I weigh way more than I look like I do. That's not always a goo thing. I hid the weight for so long. Now, there's no hiding it. And at almost 42 yrs old, it's time to get serious about my health again.
I'd like to blog about this journey and share it with you. Things that help. Things that hurt. Reasons I turn to food for comfort. Oh yes, I do know why. I've been at this weight-loss game a long time. However, I'm tired of blaming others. I'm tired of the yo-yo dieting and roller coaster ride. I'm tired of five different sizes in my closet.
It's time.
So, if you'll join me in this journey, I know I can do this!
Let's get started!
Yesterday was actually day one.
Tuesday, May 27th.
249.5 lbs
I weighed in and thought about breakfast. As the morning progressed, as usual, I thought of everyone else and before I could even get time to eat, it was 11:00. So, I started with a Lean Cuisine TV dinner and a banana. I had water to drink.
In the afternoon I got a little hungry so I had a handful of lightly salted almonds.
For dinner I made stuffed pasta shells with spinach and low-fat ricotta cheese, put spaghetti sauce over top and added part-skim mozzarella cheese over top. Baked in oven for about 30 mins. Added California veggies - broccoli, cauliflower & carrots and a salad. The 3 yr old came in real whiney and the 8 yr old wanted to play games real loud so chaos ensued quickly after they got here. (Not a complaint, it is my joy to keep them, just explaining the chaos.) It got really loud in the house and my nerves got shortened and by the time dinner was almost ready a huge storm blew in causing small hail, flash flooding and wind gusts up to 60 mph. Then there was the lightening and thunder which frightened the youngest into tears and triggered a few of the older kid's PTSD.
Finally, we sat down to eat after calming words and settling the kids. We ate in the dark and it got hot very quickly. And muggy. Sticky muggy, ya know, we live in the south.
So I only ate 2 of the stuffed shells a few bites of salad and all of my California veggies. We then went for an air-conditioned ride, then came home and got all the kids in bed.
That's my time. All the kids are tucked in. The lights are off. The house is shut down. The clothes are laid out for the morning. That's when I binge.
So, instead of grabbing chips or cookies, this night I ate two hard boiled eggs, a cheese stick and 2 dill pickle spears. Watched TV in bed then dosed off about midnight.
Awoke this morning to start the day fresh.
One son had migraine, so he was crabby and moody. Sent him back to bed. Got the 2 other boys going with shower and breakfast. Got the 2 youngest girls off to public school. Did a little pre-school with nephew, gave him breakfast. Oldest daughter got herself taken care of and just visited with nephew until sister came to get him. The computers were acting up again. Not sure if their not pinging each other or if there is too much anti-virus going on, but I'm gonna have to devote a day to get to the bottom of this as it is causing chaos with home-schooling and using our Alpha Omega Switched on Schoolhouse. Get all that fixed and again, it's almost 10:00am and I haven't eaten.
Again, I've taken care of everyone else. Gotten all their issues done and cared for without caring for myself.
Finally, the grumble in my belly tells me it's time for sustenance. I grab a 100 calorie nonfat greek yogurt and an Atkins shake. Milk Chocolate delight. Yummy! It gets me through til now, which is 1:00 on Wednesday.
Although I haven't listed every, single thing I've done today, I just wanted to give you an over-view of how chaotic my life is.
I know how I'm supposed to care for myself first so that I can care for others. I know all about putting on the oxygen mask first before helping others put theirs on. But somehow, some where along the way, I've become Trauma Mama. The kids have consumed my life and I've put them first for so long because no one else in their lives would.
I've taken on this warrior stance of caring for them at all costs. I won't be another parent to give up on this child! I won't be another parent to let them fall behind, slip through the cracks and not get the therapy, meds, treatment they need. I will home-school these children from hurt places so that I can individualize their education as well as have every day, all day to bond with them!
And then, somewhere along the road it went from joining in with them in fun activities, to watching them do their activities, to serving them and putting me last.
And now, I see the second season of my life like the light at the end of the tunnel.
I'm not there yet, but I see it. I see it!
And I want to be healthy enough to enjoy it.
So, that's the beginning. That's where we'll start this journey.
Feel free to join in and cheer me on (I could use it!) Feel free to tell me what's worked for you. Feel free to share words of wisdom. But leave the judgment at the door. I judge myself far harsher than anything you could dish. But, I think blogging about all this will be very therapeutic for me and I'm hoping I'll meet a few friends along the way.
Thanks for sharing in this journey to health with me.