It’s so easy to go off the track, isn’t it?
I was insistent—to myself, at least—that I wouldn’t let the holidays
rattle me. It wasn’t a big event, just a gradual chipping away of routine until
I feel like I’m mired in a mud puddle.
The only person who can get me back on track is me, so that’s what I’ll
do. I’m so cold in the morning that I hate drinking an icy protein shake. Recently
I read some instructions for making a warm shake, so I’m going to try that.
I still haven’t gotten to the gym. I did get the necessary headphones,
shoes and water bottle, but I can’t find any shorts that fit. Believe me, no
one wants to see me on the elliptical with my pants around my ankles. I know
there must be some shorts SOMEWHERE in the mess I call my bedroom.
My recent time-suck has been planning my daughter’s birthday. She turned
19 on Sunday. We celebrated with a trip to Marukai, a Japanese market in Gardena—her
choice. It was like visiting another country. My daughter bought a flavor of
Pepsi she drank in Japan last summer: strawberry cream. We topped it off with
dinner at an Italian restaurant in Fullerton that I dined at in college, when I
was her age.
Celebrating her birthday reminded me of my pregnancy. I weighed about 30
pounds more than I do now, and developed gestational diabetes, which meant I
had to check my blood 4 times a day and take insulin shots twice daily. And
this was before we had insulin pens with tiny needles. Because of the diabetes,
I had to follow a strict diet, similar to early Weight Watchers. After a few
months of gaining weight, I gained nothing more during the remaining 7 months.
After I got home from the hospital, I discovered I had lost about 40 pounds. My
glee was short-lasting, because I discovered triple-chocolate muffins from a
local supermarket and would eat one, sometimes two a day. Only later did I
realize those suckers had about 800 calories each. Serving size, one-half muffin. Right.
See you next time.
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