kimspassion

Dieting….just the word sounds like I’ve uttered a cuss word.  The word has been with me all my life.  I remember the first time I heard it, I was in first grade.  A classmate who was heavier than I am (which for me is hard to believe), brought her lunch to school.  when it came time to eat, she carried her lunch box to the corner of the room.  she wouldn’t sit with, talk or look at anyone.  I went over and sat next to her.  We didn’t say anything.  I just felt bad for her sitting by herself.  she opened her lunch, inside was a weight watchers meal.  I glanced at it, wondering what it was, but, still said nothing.   I watched her poke the food around, making faces.   finally I couldn’t take it anymore, so I asked what she was eating.  With tears streaming down her face, she told me her mother had put her on a diet.  all of her sisters (4 of them) including the mother were a size 2!  her mother hated to have a kid that was overweight.   As I yo-yo’d all my life I thought of my classmate. her mother put her on diets every year that we were in school.  when we were sophmore’s in high school, my classmate moved out of the house to live with her oldest sister.  Her mother’s constint nagging about her weight had drove a huge wedge between them.   After graduation, we all parted ways like every class does.  Five years later, I ran in to her.  She was at her biggest–the best part–she was happy.   She embraced her body as if she were a size two.   I learned alot from her that day.  For me, dieting is a forced way of living.  Why not just eat what you want, but, in smaller portions.  Why do we all seem to strive for that perfect body when we should embrace ourselves at a weight that makes us happy.   all these fad diets is crazy.  Kuddos to those who do not fall prey to these diet plans.  As I embark on this continued journey of getting to my desired happy weight, I will continue to use my former classmate as a mentor.  she had the right attitude about herself, and that is something I am striving to build as well.  

I’m still purging.  The screams from my family members is un real!  I swear the neighbors were rudely awaken last night as my youngest yelled out “I want to keep that, so and so gave that to me when I was young and in kinder.”  First of all, “when i was young?” She is only 14!  Give me a break.  I’ve gently sat all of them down and explained they will adjust, it’s for the best and they will fill good about it.  By the way they are acting, you would think I just stuck them on the show “intervention”.  I’m hoping they will come to the light when they see how much better things will look.  the weekend is now approaching and I’m once again stressed out to the max.  At one time in my life I lived for the weekends, now, I kind of dread them.  I don’t know how or why this has happened, but, my family and I have gotten into a rut.  when I suggest to do something new, all I here is “No.”  Since I live in a mayberry like town, my biggest adventure anymore is traveling the thirty miles to the big store for groceries.  I grew up on the border of Mexico, after twelve years of living in this town, I’m still amazed at the thought of “I don’t know if I really want to go out of town this weekend.  Maybe next weekend I will venture out.”  No one wants to go on walks, no one seems to want to try anything new.  To go thirty miles for some of my friends, they act like I’m asking them to take a four hour car ride.   UGG…Okay, sorry, just needed to vent a little.  I think it’s time to get on the treadmill, crank my music up and zone it all out.  Have a great weekend.  Kim p.

Don’t know if anyone has seen this show on WE Tv, “I want to save your life”.  I watched the other night and was extremely impressed with the guy.  The gentleman refers to himself as the diet doctor.  His goals are to show you how to eat properly and excercise.  One of the things he teaches really made sense to me.  If your house is un-orginized, then you can’t feel good about yourself.  So, Monday, I began the task of “Purging”.   I worked on our bedroom closet.  I feel good about opening the door to it now–I can actually see the bottom of the closet.  I do have to admit that before entering the closet, I called a couple of friends, asking them to check on me in case I disappeared and didn’t return.  My next project is the basement!  That is one area that I will need paramedics on standby for.  I cringe at the thought of going down there, I feel like I will be walking on the set of a Stephen King movie! It has to be done however.   If I purge all the things that we don’t use from our house, I will feel more organized and refreshed.   In my mind, for me to have a healthy body, mind and soul, this is what needs to take place in order to reach my ideal goals.  I’m going to get on the treadmill now, yes, I’ve been doing that.  fifteen minutes at a time.   Kim p

Hello, I’m going to take the big step starting today.  last year, I sat down and wrote out a list of things I had hoped to accomplish before turning 40.  Losing the weight was in the top three.  I’m sure some of you would agree that it’s not easy to lose weight, plus, if you’re like me, having three teenagers does not help!  I will be turning 40 at the end of the year.  My goal is to see that I have lost the desired amount of weight.  Now, don’t misunderstand me, those days of being very small, it’s just not in my makeup.  I’ve always been the big boned one in my family of petits.   In other words, a size 6 is not realistic for me.  I do have a sluggish thyroid, only I refuse to let it get me down.  a few weeks ago, I put together a treadmill.  I’m ashamed to say, I’ve only been on it a total of three times.  I’ve used the excuses of I’ve got the graduation coming up, I’ve got painting to finish and so forth.  Then by the end of the day, i’m too tired to get on it.  I don’t want that anymore.  I’m sick of looking like this.  I want to walk down the street, have my husband be proud of his wife as well as my children.