Working Mommas

We Are All A Work In Progress...

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  • Name: pcholland
  • City: Belmont
  • Region: California
  • Country: United States

My Weight Loss

Height: 160.0cm
Start weight: 165.00lb
Current weight: 165.00lb
Goal weight: 120.00lb
Lost to date: -0.00lb
Remaining: 45.00lb

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Working Mommas vs. Food

I secretly envy Adam, the host of Man vs. Food, because part of me thinks:  (a)  I was made for that job  and  (b)  I can out eat him hands down any day. 

Is this realistic?  I doubt it...  But I am a creature of consumption, and I am struggling to understand this.

OK, so I have gotten more serious about paying attention to my portions and my relationship with food. 

"When it comes to losing weight, it's all about portion control" - I always hear. 

Now, I have come to a place where I need to understand exactly what drives me to shove as much food in my mouth in as little time as possible, and still have the audacity to think that I can have seconds.

There's a lot of shame around this behavior.  I am actually fearful that someone may find out, for example, that I sneak "snacky snacks" between my "snacking".  In fact, during any given late evening past 10pm or so, one can catch me  tip, tip, tiptoeing to sneak additional servings of mediocre entrees not worthy of food critic acclaim.  It is obviously not because the food is SOOOOO GOOOOOD.

Why do I do this?  Why is this such a SECRET?  Do I have a difficult time sharing?  I am that selfish?  Do I have a bottomless pit that I am filling with food instead of what I really need?  What do I really need?

If am afraid that someone may find out about this behavior, then I must believe that there is some fault to the behavior.  Why am I hoarding?  Why am I so compelled to consume the ENTIRE amount of food on the plate instead of saving some for later on, or SHARE with other people?  What is up with all this sneaking around with food?  Why not live a life of gluttony and be proud of it?

This is maddening.

I must be operating from a source of scarcity...  Therefore,  I must change my perception of food and my relationship to it. 

And so I began to talk to my food.  Yes, I actually talk to my food.  No, there are no long drawn out conversations or affections - no long philosophical discussions around the meaning of life - just a quick "Hello", "See You Later" or "Goodbye".  Every now and then, I will throw in, "You're not the boss of me!" and slam the fridge door shut.  If I do go beyond this,  I would seriously have to go back to the strategy table.

My husband had always been critical of the amount of food that I would make for our small family of three.  He would always say, "It's like you're cooking for an army!"  My serving portions were also very much "Super Sized".  This baffled him - and, in denial, I thought at the time that he did not appreciate my good intentions of 'taking care of him'...by, of course, drowning him in food. 

While my cooking habits have not changed (yet), I have decided to address the latter by creating smaller portions, plating them, and storing them away in the fridge or freezer for later use. 

Hence, my "Hello's", "See You Later's" and "Goodbye's" that I communicate to my food.  So far, this has helped me in a visual sense - coming to grips with appropriate size portions. 

But something more profound has occurred here.  Instead of 'fearing' that food will not be there later...I am somewhat assured that the food WILL be there later by simply saying "See You Later" to it.  Saying, "You're not the boss of me!" also allows me to quickly shut the fridge door and walk away...fast. 

This sounds silly, but it works for me.  It has put some of my fears behind my self-defeating behaviors to rest.  

Calling out my fears and naming them will help me identify my behaviors and design strategies to keep them from taking control of my life.  Don't get me wrong, I don't want to obsess over my fears - this may only serve to empower them.  I don't want to try to nickel and dime my fears out of me to only get frustrated.  I am simply being more mindful.

However, there are other fears I need to combat in parallel, and my efforts to find my happy weight will serve to open up such dialogue that is long overdue.  Why do I have a hard time sharing?....  Why do I need so much validation about my worthiness of my share, and more, of food?...etc.  These are subjects of my forthcoming introspections and blogs....

In addition, I will publish my current measurements very soon...a task which I so dread.  eeks.

Working Mommas: A Moment of Weakness

Ahhh, a moment of weakness, pure and divine.  The sight of my leftover triple decker, triple chocolate birthday cake in the refridgerator almost puts me to tears.  I am loved - truly loved!
 
As I slice into the decadently smooth dark chocolate frosting over chocolate cake and middle chocolate ganache and raspberries, I say to myself, "It's my birthday...it's my birthright to shove this cake into my mouth.  I deserve it."
 
And so, I serve up a rather large sliver of triple decker, triple chocolate cake onto my plate. 
 
Life is good, really good.  "It's like eating a doughnut", I tell myself, "...and lots of people eat doughnuts for breakfast along with coffee..."  Oh yes, don't forget the coffee...
 
I put a pot of coffee on, but could not wait...
 
The chocolate frosting meets with my tastebuds, and ever so delicately melts in my mouth.  I squish it up to the roof of my mouth with my tongue, and it lingers a bit.  I smile.  It is absolutely magical.  At this moment, I am humbled as God's creature and am thankful for the human ingenuity of the Aztecs who introduced this potion to the world.  I give my utmost respect to the Mayan god of fertility.  I feel as one with the universe.
 
The chocolate sponge cake is layered atop one another and held together by a mortar made of  chocolate ganache and raspberries.   Such beautiful craftsmanship worthy of Masonry standards.  I slide my fork down and capture all the layers...
 
Then, suddenly, I stop myself.  Who is in control here?  Me or the cake?  The fork, perhaps? 
 
And so I awaken and do the unimaginable.  I eat my last bite of my triple decker, triple chocolate cake, and put the remainder of the slice and leftover cake in its final resting place, forever irretrievable.
 
Goodbye, my love, goodbye... It's not you, it's me. 

My dignity is restored. 
 
 
 

Working Mommas: Know What Is In Your Control

It seems a cliche, but it's so important to know the difference between what is actually within your control and what is not.  Do you know when to let go and let be?  While I do not claim to have a one-magic-bullet answer to this conundrum, I have identified a few behaviors I take on when I encounter something that I feel I have no control over. 
 
When I feel out of control or stressed, I eat, consume, shop, hoard and squander.  There are times I compare myself to a squirrel preparing for winter, eating and storing nuts in fear of the bleak winter season.  These behaviors are my pathetic, desperate attempts to gain control over my stress and fears.  I'd like to rationalize that they are entirely driven by human instinct that have been genetically pre-programmed in us over the course of human evolution - and to that point, perhaps there is some miniscule semblance of truth.  But ultimate truth? I disagree.  To what extent am I a creature of habit and creature of instinct?  I think I need to explore that closely.
 
The fun does not end at eating, consuming, shopping, hoarding and squandering - that would be too easy.   I also go through a depressive rendition of 'woe is me' and the 'grass is always greener over there'... I feel myself falling, falling, falling, until I finally give in and proceed to indulge myself in gluttony.  Even my dog barks at me when she senses I am falling in to such disgrace - hoping to distract my focus (bless her little heart).  It is not a very pretty sight.
 
The irony in this is that I actually have control over these behaviors, but choose in the moment of stress and weakness, to not assert any self restraint.    The cycle is maddening and must stop.  I can stop it - action must be taken.  I must replace these behaviors with healthier alternatives.
 
Living my life in consumption-driven stupor is not real living. 
 
This is in my control.  The economy is not.  Other people are not.  The weather is not.  BUT I AM IN CONTROL OF MYSELF AND MUST THEREFORE BE ACCOUNTABLE FOR MY BEHAVIOR, EVEN WHEN I AM STRESSED AND FEEL OUT OF CONTROL.
 
I MUST STOP EMPOWERING THE TWINKIE AND TRIPLE CHOCOLATE CAKE OVER MY LIFE!

Working Mommas: I am grateful for...(II)

There are friends who will carry you through the rough spots in life, without you ever having to ask them for help (directly). 

But, sometimes, they wait a little bit for a some kind of signal from you - like waiting for permission - before they come to your aid - because they know how stubborn you can be about your own limitations.  They know you have skeletons in the closet, because they have skeletons in the closet, too.  They know you have a strong sense of irrational pride and a blind need to prove yourself to the world - because they have struggled with this in silence in the same way.

There are times, however, when they swoop right in, seeing through your facade, your non-sense, and don't hesitate to tell you what you need to hear without fearing your (negative) reaction.  They even take action on your behalf, because you feel you have no fight in you left - and they see this, and sense this.  They share their strength and energy with you so willingly, you wonder how you are so deserving of their friendship.

These are the friends I have in my life.  There may be just a handful, but I don't need more than that.  For this, I am grateful.

Working Mommas: I am grateful for...

Today I received many birthday wishes from friends and family.  I basked in the attention, at first stroking my ego, but never once forgetting how lucky I truly am.

I spent my day with my sister at her chemo-treatment.  She has breast-cancer and is now half-way done with treament - only four more to go!  It has been a great day - my birthday and her "half-way" day combined!  I could not have asked for a better day.

We sat in a shared room with another patient, who, like my sister, was hooked up on an IV.   For three hours, we all kept each other company in silence. 

My sister watched a DVD on her portable, and distracted herself with a romance story.  I sat there, scribbling in my journal and contemplating,"There's got to be a reason why I am unemployed. Yes, I know that we are in a recession and I am not the only one going through this - but there are still plenty of employed people out there...  I don't think it's a coincidence that family illness has struck in parallel as I deal with the trauma of a lay-off.  I am supposed to be off.  I am supposed to be here, right now, present with my sister.  I am grateful to have the time to be with my sister and to focus in on what I've generally taken for granted in life...including so many things, like my health, my daughter and my marriage."

I am grateful for this time to focus on things that really matter.





Working Mommas: Start with Gratitude

I believe that defining your success starts out with being grateful for what you already have.  Take an objective inventory of your life.  Whether it's a pet who keeps you great company, a good job, one loyal friend, having all your fingers and toes - start with gratitude for what is, and you should soon begin to feel good about yourself and where you are in your life.  Only then would you be in a better position and state of mind to start defining your success and the path that will take you there.
 
Take a good, honest look at how you operate and live your life in this world - your perceptions, your feelings of 'belonging', your feelings of worthiness, the environment and relationships that take up your time and energy and that impact your self talk.  Be accountable for your conduct, your feelings and your thoughts.  Question whether, in whole, these things define who you are.  Do you surround yourself with friends who support you?  Are you hard on yourself?  Do you hold on to any outdated or irrational expectations?  Do you think you are a failure and why? Censor the negativity and create boundaries with people and things that bring you down.
 
See any gaps as opportunties for changes.  Chances are that there is a mind block and negative self-labeling that prevent you from truly seeing that where you are right now is not the worst place one can be.  Once you value your own life, you can conceptualize how you can make the changes needed to become a better version of you - which ideally is the bigger picture of what one would like to succeed in.
 
I don't want to be anyone else.  I want to be me, but better.
 
For years, I focused keenly on what I thought I lacked and what others had (or thought they had).  I felt bad and questioned my worth in face of others' triumphs.  This was a dead end street - a place of jealousy and arid scarcity which ate away at my confidence and my soul.  As a result, I missed out on a lot of things.  I missed out on how it felt to genuinely be happy or sad for someone else, for instance.  This ability to empathize - to feel good or bad for or on behalf of others without turning inward and creating a feeling of lacking in your own life - does not benefit anyone, especially you.
 
So be thankful and grateful.  Start there.
 

Working Mommas Ready for Success

Last week, I finally turned a corner  -  not just any corner  -  but THE corner.  I can now say wholeheartedly that 'I am ready' without any nagging doubt in the back of my mind.  No more self sabotage!
 
So many things have happened leading to this moment of 'AHA!' - a family health scare, a marriage lacking intimacy, a final look in the mirror saying 'ENOUGH!', the clothes that no longer fit, the breasts down to the knees...to name a few...  There's no doubt that I've got my fight back. 
 
I've missed this person so much, and I'm happy to see her stare back at me in the mirror without having to look away in shame.   I recognize that fire in her eyes and can feel her vitality resurging from this side of the Doppler.  I am ready to be a better version of her.
 
There's no more anonymity - nowhere to hide.  Here I am. 
 
It's only a matter of time until this Working Momma meets with Success - as she defines it for herself - and hope that other Working Mommas will also find that they are finally 'ready'....

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