Moving Forward

Last week, I weighed in on Saturday and still lost a pound.  I've been on a losing streak for the past 5 weeks and I'm finally feeling like I'm on the right track.  Last week, because of allergies and social engagements, I think I made it to the gym once, but I still lost weight because I still kept track of everything I put in my stomach.  That is the trick, my friends, keeping track of it all; the good, the bad, and the ugly.

One thing I do for myself however, is give myself Saturday off.  I weigh-in Saturday morning and give myself the rest of Saturday off.  It gives me a little freedom for social engagements that happen often on Saturday night (I have to stay in line Friday night...) but also gives me a break from the structure.  The one thing though is I HAVE to be back on track and logging my food in-take Sunday morning.  I have to keep that disciple.

I'm happy that I've been able to turn myself around.  Part of my being able to move forward, I think comes from hearing my mom approve of me and my (tough) choices.  I know my parents love me, that has never been a question, but hearing my mom verbalize her approval made me feel better.  I've also thought about my "aunt" a lot lately.  My Aunt Sally was a genuinely awesome woman who was taken from this Earth too early due to complications associated with breast cancer.  When my aunt died, I lost the person who was my confidante for the longest time, she died when I was in college and I feel like I have never found someone to take her role in my life.  Of course, that is entirely my fault....  Since I've identified this shortcoming, I have worked towards developing those relationships with other people in my life, not in an effort to replace her, Aunt Sally could never be replaced, but to find someone/people to become that "person" to share with, my Mom is great, but she's still my Mom.

I am happy that I have some great people in my life (parents, Dave, bffs, etc..), but I have to remember that they are there.  No woman (man) is an island, no matter what Simon and Garfunkel told you.  You can't survive on your own.  We are a social species; we want friends, loved ones, and others to be part of our lives.  Holding all of that on our own shoulders makes it too much to bear.  It is impossible to survive and thrive as a human without a "village" so here I am, remembering to make my village.