Boy --- I'll bet our closets would be mirror images of each other! T-shirts, jeans, a few dressier pants, some capri's and maybe 2 nicer blouces. Oh, several sweat shirts (I do live in Oregon), but NO dresses - unless you count my wedding dress, still hanging in the vinyl bad I bought it in. I do have a few Sari's from India given to me by my MIL (missionary to India for 36 years). Oh, I lied, I have one very light and flowy wrap skirt that I bought for a bathing suit cover for last years cruise - but I never wore it. I thought it made my mid-section look too big! But its nothing I could wear to say a wedding - unless it was a beach wedding! :) I'm looking forward to having some sundresses next summer! You'll have to share pics when you start buying new stuff for this new body! :)
Jealous on the DS moving out Sunday. At 26 years old....... ITS TIME for mine to GO! I'm starting to get angry at him for dragging his feet! Thats not good. I don't want to shove him out the door --- but I fear I may have to do something to hurry the process along. How are you feeling about your's making his exit?
[QUOTE=Judg;941328]LOL! I'm still too afraid it will make me sick, just when I have a big weekend coming up and I'm already feeling a bit shaky. [B]I just don't think about how it would taste, just about how it would make me feel[/B]. Although I admit that if I didn't have that weekend coming up, I would be considering whether this is the time for the wheat experiment...[/QUOTE]
I need to remember this.
Tomi, this one has left twice before. I have mixed feelings. But on the whole, I'm fine with it. I'm not a clingy mother.
He was pretty eager to leave, even if we get along pretty well. It's my husband who mourns when the kids leave. He's Italian, and in their culture, you stay at home till you get married, unless you go away for studies, or something like that. He just doesn't get moving out for the sake of moving out. Nothing would make him happier than to have all his kids living within a block of him.
Oh, and I don't do sweats. Ever. If I were camping or boating that would be fine, but not around the house, and certainly not to go out, not even grocery shopping. Way too hard on my morale.
As a general rule, I try to dress nice casual, even if I'm going to be home alone all day. And I usually wear perfume. It's a way of showing respect to myself, and preventing myself from sliding into depression. Being decently dressed and groomed is important to mental health, it seems to me. I remember hiding when one of my kids' friends came to the door, and I'm not going back there again, ever. Even if I'm wearing Tshirt and jeans, I try to make them nice ones, and add some nice earrings or whatever to give them a wee bit of class. As my body is getting closer to its final shape, I am trying to learn what things fit me well and flatter me, so that even if I'm dressed very simply, it will still look good.
I am, however, rediscovering a love of skirts. Got a nice denim skirt that has been getting a lot of play this summer. I want to wear it as much as possible while it still fits. And then I'll be on the lookout for one just as nice.
But if I lived in Oregon and had a boat, I bet I would have a sweatshirt or two. ;)
I'm not a clingy mom either. I never had a terribly strong maternal instinct. I wanted children - but only one or 2. I was infertile when my ex and I started trying to have kids --- and I've often wondered if the Lord was trying to tell me maybe I shouldn't go there at all. Finally after 2 years of trying, I got pregnant the first time after a dose of Clomid - twins. But, turns out I have a weak cervix and at 21 weeks I went into labor. My baby boy and girl went right into the arms of Jesus that very sad day! Four months later I conceived my son with no help from meds. At 12 weeks I started spotting - just as I had done with the twins - so I was certain I would not be carrying this one to term either -- but, I did, and in fact he was 11 days LATE! Thoroughly cooked and ready to come out of the oven! After 2 scarey pregnancies I said no more.......... hubby got a vasectomy when my son was 4 (he was 44, 14 years my senior). So -- just one for me. And honestly, it has been a difficult ride with his anxiety issues. I love him dearly - but I can't say raising him was a joy. It was a struggle, and painful. My LAST duty is to see him pass into adulthood by formally being independent and out on his own! And I'm anxious for it happen! I am the momma bird PUSHY her chick out of the nest and yelling FLY!!!! So for me.......... empty nesting will bring me GREAT JOY!
Well, DS left this morning in the middle of a very frantic weekend. Architect Son is here visiting, because we had back-to-back family parties: Translator Son's housewarming party and a belated celebration of my in-laws' 60th wedding anniversary. Oy. Lots of fun, but soooo much going on. Too much food too. I had a few sweets, but no grains involved. I did make a pasta salad for one of them, because it was requested, but I only absent-mindedly chowed down on a single noodle while making it. I made a smaller, no-pasta version for me on the side, to make sure I had a clean veggie dish I could eat there. Good thing too, because there wasn't much else.
Now I am totally zonked and overfed and when the house clears out tomorrow (there were 9 of us here overnight), I am looking forward to not cooking and not eating anything at all until I really, really feel like it. No way I am going to weigh myself.
And everybody says my scale weighs light, which probably means I am not doing as well as I thought. This displeases me.
Oh, interesting thing this weekend. I got a couple of compliments from people commenting on how much healthier I look. That was actually pretty encouraging. And at one point, I rubbed the arm of a younger female relative and realized that her skin felt so rough in comparison to mine, and that mine actually used to feel like hers. It was so weird to have fresher, smoother skin than a healthy woman (okay, she has allergy issues) half my age. Two things that made me realize I actually have made progress.
And though I am tired after this weekend's activity, I honestly expected it to be much worse.
I was just reading a blog about low carb/high fat by a doctor person that someone posted on the EAT MOAR FAT thread -- he included the recipe for bone broth the he used to make in a restaurant he no longer has. I thought I'd share it with you since I'm hearing wonderful things about bone broth being the ultimate energy booster! I'm going to make some this coming week since I'll be roasting a couple of whole chickens! :)
2 oz roasted garlic (weight)
10 oz roasted red onions (weight)
4.5 gallons water (volume)
22 oz tomato paste (weight)
4 oz cilantro with stems
2 pounds chicken back bones (weight)
16 oz tomato pulp (weight)*
6 oz salt (weight) I would use Celtic Sea Salt or other such salt here
1 oz black pepper (weight)
1 oz olive oil (volume)
Roast onions and garlic in olive oil for approximately 15 to 20 minutes.
Add all ingredients to water, chicken and tomato paste.
Let simmer over medium fire until cooked.
Yeilds 5 gallons......... probably a good idea to 1/4 the recipe.
If your scale weighs light that doesn't mean that you've been lacking progress. it simply means that your progress has been shifted. Example- If it's weighing 2lbs lighter than it should be it simply means that it weighed 2lbs lighter when you first hopped on and that you've still lost that 68lbs from your peak weight no matter what.
Keep on pushing forward you're doing amazing and you know it! :)
Judg --- I was just reading what you wrote to Sabine about body image and the need to shift your mental image as the body is reshaping during weight loss. I went through the same thing 2 years ago when I lost 50 pounds on a meal replacement diet (only to very quickly regain 40 of it) and I experienced the same weirdness that you describe. My body ended up being a totally different shape than it had ever been and I was quite uncomfortable with it. I have always had an ample toosh..... but after doing that soy based 800 calorie a day diet my booty just "fell off" and I had this tiny backside that I didn't recognise as my own! And my face was weird because last time I was thin I was 10 years younger! So, seeing my face in the mirror was very odd. I'm hoping this time around - losing the weight in a healthy manner and not losing muscle as I lose the fat will give me a similar body to the one that I remember from years ago....... and not that strange thing that I was living in after the bad diet. Of course....... now 12 years have passed, and gravity - menopause - and life in general have done their damage so I know I will never see that 40 year old 140 pound curvy-ness again......... but I am hoping for something at least in the same general shape. :) I'm thinking my estrogen depleted body has thickened some through the middle and will probably be a disappointment, but I can live with that.