Just One Change Weight Loss 4th Week

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It would be great if you also jumped in and posted your Just One Change for the week, but we have to make these changes when were ready. If your ready, Jump in! It can be a weight loss change, an addiction change, or being less of a mean commenter change.

Okay...got that out of my system...moving on...

My Recaps.
Week One-Couch to 5K.
Week Two No dairy or Carbs.
Week Three. Buy A Scale.


I still have  my scale up in the closet. I will weigh myself again. This week.

Didn't I say that last week?

Baby steps Big Mama. This is a total life change, not a mad dash to the skinny finish line. 

I had already scheduled my Just One Change post for Tuesday at 12:00am. Something didn't feel right about my post.

If you ever wonder how it is I have time to post all through the week, truthfully, I don't post at all until Friday through Sunday! Then schedule it to appear the next week! Taaaa-Daaaa!! Yes. Big Mama. Can. Read. That is a wonderful blogger feature, just incase you didn't know.

I must have been overly sarcastic, or perhaps slightly obnoxious. But then I am always that way, so couldn't have been that! Then after watching Biggest Loser tonight, I realized that I needed it to motivate me and wake me up!!!

My typical day...

Get up, get kids off to school. If I slack off on my morning shower, then I don't get one for the day. Sorry neighbors, I will try to stay down wind when that happens. Otherwise, I blame the children.
After girls are in school, I get to go to class, or stay home and do homework, laundry, think of pulling something out for dinner, then forget. Clean, chase three kids at home, send hubby off to work, (he works nights) put 2/3 kids down for nap, wake them up to go get sisters from school, chores, homework, reading, music study,through something frozen in the micro to de-thaw for dinner then clean up, bath, chore touch-ups and bed. If I am on the ball, this is all done by 8:00pm. Kids are usually out by 9:00 after several threats of early bedtime the next night, and revoking the after school snacks for the next day.

You really want drama? Take away the after school snacks. Whew! They. Think. They. Will. Die!



Anyway, after all that, I take a break! Nice relaxing moment. Babies asleep. Kids asleep. Hubby at work.

My Time. Relax. Snack.

Drink. Usually Chocolate Milk, or a Pepsi. Maybe Sometimes juice. Wish it were alcohol. Then tell myself that would be ridiculous fighting off more addiction.

Stupid Satan that thinks he makes sense in tempting me with alcohol. What a Loser. Seriously. Miserable. Loser. (This is me admitting that alcohol tempts me. Especially during high stress points, and rare relaxation moments.)


Anyway, I feel emotionally connected to 'My Snack Time' and I suddenly, just now, realize why the kids freak out when they don't get their after school snack. It must be as important to them, as this is to me.

Hmmm...interesting.

Writing this, totally makes me feel so tricked. Which brings me to my point.

These foods...

 Used to mean-Relaxation, peace and quiet, comfort, de-stress-ment (totally not a word, but you get it.)

Which basically means I am emotionally attached to these by subconsciously conditioning myself to believe that they make 'chill out', feel good, and calm me.

No! Big Mama! They make you Fat!

When I see them now after watching the biggest loser (if you saw the show you totally know what I am talking about) they mean diabetes, obesity, feeling awkward in public, large clothing, bad circulation, lack of love and support, less drive, no energy, wishing you were thinner, and the worst would be bad health promotion to your children.

That hit me. Totally what I needed to hear tonight.

So, my change for the week. Notice and sever all emotional ties to food. Easier said than done, but a week is seven days, I am sure I have some time.

Big Mama's gonna be skinny!! Big Mama's gonna be skinny!!! Big Mama's gonna be skinny....

That should totally be a country song. With a trailer home and a John Deere.

If that happens, really, ya'll are my witnesses and I totally get rights to the single.

And seats to the CMA's.

And an after party at Garth's house.

Do they serve alcohol at after parties?

Okay, skip the after party.

I picked this guest poster for this week because she is real. I mean, they are all real, but she is someone that we can all relate to regardless of our ages, sizes, and weight loss experiences.

Thanks Lindsey, here is what she writes... 

Today's guest poster is Lindsey from One Creative Housewife, an eclectic look at the adventures of one spontaneous, spunky, gal, trying to get by in a world of chaos and confusion.  Here, she shares about her struggle with weight loss, gaining it back, and rediscovering her motivation.


Weight loss.  It's one of those icky phrases that, quite frankly, I don't really want to think about.  I have been overweight since I hit puberty and my grandmother passed away, all in the same season.  I have gained weight nearly continuously since it was up to me to figure out how to feed myself, take care of myself, and motivate myself to move, rather than just vegging out with a book, a craft project, the tv, or, now, the computer.  Since I gave birth to my son nine years ago, I have been obese.  Yep, that's right.  The big O word.  No, not the really nice O word.  The one that stands in the way of everything. 


The first time I was complimented on losing weight was when I experimented with smoking in high school.  Suddenly, here was something that I could put in my mouth that wouldn't cause me to gain.  In fact, it helped me lose because I was so busy fiddling with the cancer sticks that I had no desire to eat that jelly doughnut.  A friend's mom encountered me on my weight loss when I was in the elevator on a band trip to Toronto.  It was Mother's Day weekend and my mom was not there.  She told me that I looked really nice, that it was good that I was losing weight.  I was a size 12.


After my son was born, I used nursing as an excuse not to lose.  I needed those extra calories to feed my baby!  I continued to gain.  And gain.  And gain.


When my husband proposed, I was so excited about trying on wedding dresses.  That is, until the stores didn't have any in my size to try on.  The fitting attendants had to choose their largest samples and hold them around me, with the zipper strained in the back.  However, I still found the perfect dress for me.  My mother bought it for me, but when it came in, it didn't fit.  I had to lose 2 inches in 6 months in order to wear my dress on my wedding day.


This led to my first trip to Weight Watchers.  I lost the weight, but not nearly my 10%, fit into my dress, and went on my way.  We got married and I began cooking for my husband.  The weight came back.  Weight Watchers take two, several years later.  Again, I lost a good deal of weight.  I was finally down to the number that I was when I was discharged from the hospital after my son was born.  Then came two pink lines and 40 more pounds.


So, here I am.  I am currently 230 pounds.  My motivation comes in spurts.  I joined a gym and went for a few weeks, but then lagged behind.   I cut out soda and missed it too much.  I drank so much water I lost 7 pounds in one week, and put it back on the next.  Now, to be fair, I have lost 10 pounds since January 1, 2010.  The weight loss is slow because I am not sticking to a plan.  I understand that, if I were to go back to Weight Watchers and have the weekly support of public weigh ins (which equal mortification) and meetings with other people who struggle just like I do, I would likely be able to beat the scale.  But, I'm afraid of failing.  Of wasting the money one more time.  So, here I sit.  On the computer, enabling my rear to spread a little bit wider.  Out of breath when I walk.  Worrying over the hikes I will have to go on with my Scouts later this fall.  Here I sit, struggling to want to do something, anything, about my weight.  Yet, here I sit, leaving it for another day.