First a diet update. I told you last week that I lost 2.2 pounds. I hadn’t really believed it that morning. I actually had Nick come in to see the scales. I got off and shook them, got on and off a couple of times and it still read the same, down 2.2 for the week. That was Friday morning. By Sunday evening it was all back. Negative thought began creeping in, “You should never have told them. Now they’ll know you blew it. Blah, Blah, Blah…” But taking all the advice and support you have all sent I didn’t give in and feel like a failure. I just kept with the program and tried to stay with my WW points, and exercise. By mid week it wasn’t looking too good. I still hung on, drank lots of water and prayed.
This past Friday I crawled on the scales, (drum roll, please) down .2 pounds!! Clearly not a ton but I lost! I think just not gaining would have been enough but this felt good. Weekends are really hard for me. For one thing we eat at Nick’s moms. Paula Dean has nothing on my little MIL. Yesterday this 87 year-old, cooked for the usual, about the 16 of us. We had smoked pork, chicken and dumplings (my very favorite), mashed potatoes, green beans, Crowder peas, corn, mac and cheese, cooked apples, homemade biscuits, yeast rolls, black berry cobbler, lemon cake and coconut pie with ice cream. What am I supposed to do? I’ve been able to not go crazy or I wouldn’t have lost for the past 9 weeks straight but it’s tough sometimes.
Tomorrow my grade level is bringing food for the staff Thanksgiving celebration. The 7th grade did this for Halloween and I didn’t even go in the room where it was all spread out. But I have to help tomorrow. I’ve made a blueberry angel food cake. Mollie has wanted to try some receipts she’s found on Pinterest so she made me 3 loaves of banana/cream cheese bread and then some pumpkin/cream cheese truffles dipped in white chocolate. So… We ate out with friends Saturday night, lunch at MIL's Sunday, Mollie cooked a Sunday night supper (I usually skip Sunday supper), enough food at school to send an elephant into a coma and then back to my MIL’s for Thanksgiving dinner Thursday night before heading back for regular Sunday lunch next week. And I think I just gain 3 pounds typing all this.
Some of you may have looked at the title and now think that losing is the best feeling ever – nope. Not even close, I’m getting to that. Back when I first came out to Nick I was so happy and excited about the change in my feelings that I had to do something concrete to celebrate – to acknowledge the change. I did two things immediately – I began letting my hair grow out of the tight curly perm I’d had for over 20 years and kept it straight (Nick and the kids told me it was a wonderful improvement) and the second thing I did was begin sleeping in the nude. I realize for those of you with little kids at home this wouldn’t be practical, but I have to tell you I love it!!
The best feeling - the very best feeling in the world is crawling into bed with Nick. I’m usually very cold (we turn our heat down at night). My side of the bed is downright icy, but as I slip in Nick turns and envelops me in his warm arms and pulls me to him. He’ll cup my breast, then rub my butt as I press against him for warmth. It’s bliss. To lay there in his arms, so loved, so protected, this has to be a little preview of heaven itself. It’s the best feeling ever.