It’s been a whirlwind of a month and I am proud to say that I kept persevering through all the emotions and stress. I would love to say that I was never crabby or in a bad mood but that did not happen ….my poor husband…. 😉
Through financial insecurities, the death of my amazing stepmom and planning her funeral, our car biting the dust, and the family falling ill with the stomach flu – I controlled my emotional eating and lost 8 pounds in two weeks. (I missed a weigh in since I was in Rolla for the funeral)
Wow, was it a challenge. I stayed a week with my Dad to plan the funeral arrangements, keep up the house, entertain company (and at times, gently letting them know when it was time to leave), and just being there for my Dad. But why do we always want to bring unhealthy, fatty, high calorie food to the grieving? Please hear me out, I am not in anyway judging anyone who has done this. Just a little food for thought (ugh, that was a bad pun!) for next time. One person alone brought a cheesecake sampler, cheese Danish, cinnamon strudel, and chocolate donuts. I gave all of it away. Because I wanted everyone to eat healthy? Nope. When a person is grieving and under stress, our body reacts by giving us an upset stomach sometimes. My Dad was not feeling up to eating heavy and junky food. I didn’t even have to say it. My Dad’s cousin brought a fantastic lean pot roast with veggies. Now that was a meal we all enjoyed. A veggie tray and lean deli meats with crackers was finished off quickly by our family. That was a great gesture from my real Mom.
So the next time, God forbid, you know of a grieving family – keep in mind to give your condolences with lighter options, helping with house/yard work long after the funeral is over, supplying the home with laundry detergent, toilet paper, other necessities that family goes through quickly with guests visiting, or just a lending ear and a helping hand.
On a brighter note, now that I have surpassed my 10lb mark, 16.8 lbs to be exact, I am showing off my first 10lb charm! I chose a turtle because this journey isn’t a sprint. It’s a marathon where slow and steady wins the race! The rabbit burned out quickly, bored with where he was going. But the turtle stayed focused and kept his sight on what really mattered. We all know how the fable ended and that my friends, is me. A turtle. Too many years being the rabbit in this race.
Be blessed and keep on keeping on!