These two, totally unrelated topics just happen to be on my mind at the moment, and, since this is a blog, with no rules, I’m going to write about both of them. First of all, I’d like to explore my decision to join the weight management program at our local hospital.
Well, I’m too fat. That’s the main motivator. Secondly, even though (and because) I have had no motivation to do anything except eat for the past year or so, I’m now at a point where my body is telling me to stop. My ankles are hurting. My back is hurting. I’m tired of toting this weight around. So, when I heard about this program and saw the wonderful results on a dear friend of mine, I started thinking about doing it. Then, another wonderful friend of mine called me up and said she wanted to do it and would I go to the information session with her. It all seemed like fate. Finally, my mother, God rest her soul, always wanted me to go to one of these programs, and I resisted and resisted when she was alive, so, in a way, it’s a kind of tribute to her that I’m going now. I’ve signed up to do a program that, among other horrors, involves twelve weeks of liquid diet. It sounds pretty daunting, but I’m determined. I’m trying to silence the voices in my head that are saying, “But you might have a heart attack from the stress or, at the very least, give yourself a migraine!” by concentrating on the fact that there will be doctors checking on me every step of the way. I’m also trying to avoid the “last supper” routine of eating so much before the program starts that they’ll have to wheel me in there on a gurney. Best of all, I’m excited about the program and eager to get started. The program promises that I’ll lose at least 10% of my original weight, plus another 10% of my remaining weight after that first weight loss. So, I’m fired up and ready to go.
I’m going to blog about it for two reasons: 1) there just might be someone else out there who is considering the program, and my blogging might help them to see what it’s all about and decide if it’s right or wrong for them and 2) I’m figuring if I have to tell the world how I’m doing, I might actually stick to the program!
So, for the foreseeable future, part of my blog each week is going to be about the program and my progress! Wish me luck!
On another topic: let me take just a minute to talk about how wonderful it is when children grow up and turn into mature human beings with their own thoughts, opinions, attitudes, etc. I’m seeing this process in my teenagers every day, and I’m floored by it. Seems like just last week they were making stupid choices and getting themselves in one fix or another, and now, here they are, acting grown up and sane and loving and smart and capable, and I just need to put out there to the world how wonderful that is! Just to give you an example: my 19-year-old son called me last night to tell me about a Russian novel he’s reading for his college literature course, and I could sense the excitement in his voice. Or another one: my 22-year-old is making her way through a very difficult year, but she’s managing not to sink down into the drama of the campus life around her. Instead, she’s focusing on doing her work and letting the drama roll on past!
Mothers of new teenagers who are presently going through hell: take it from me, there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and it’s glorious!
That’s it for now. More next week!