Eating Disorders

Let me start this blog off with yes, we do like it here, the weather has been great, we love our new house and neighborhood..blah,blah,blah. I have met some really great girls that I am now fortunate enough to call my friends. However, some people here I feel, just don't "get" me. And, I need to be "gotten." So, this post goes out to all my peeps who have known me for a long time and appreciate my sense of humor. Because I'm finding out there are people who don't. One day, I was talking to this mom here about my eating disorder. It's a spectrum, people, ok?. There are people who don't eat at all, people who gorge themselves then puke, people who have a good balance of food in their life and people like me, who have no balance or control when it comes to food and don't have the guts to purge it out. Pun intended, by the way. Anyway, so I was explaining to this woman that some days, I think it would be great to be on the other end of the eating disorder spectrum. You know just as a jump start to my weight loss goals. "You mean, like anorexia?" She says. "Honey, straight from your mouth to God's ears." I say half jokingly. Well, apparently she did not think this was humorous at all and felt the need to give me a 2 hour dissertation on the seriousness of eating disorders. I was kiddin'. Sort of. See, some people just don't get me.
**As a disclaimer, I know eating disorders are very serious and deadly and in no way, shape or form endorse anyone wanting or having such a disorder. (Except me)

HCG Day 5

Another one bites the dust...one more pound gone. I feel like I could be on the biggest loser. I might have a double digit week. I've never had a double digit week before. I thoght today, I would write about stress. I think stress is a big part of why I have gained back most of the weight I lost while I was working out with Korbie and Miranda. (Korbie-the biggest man (bodybuilder) I've ever seen and Miranda, his 5 foot 1 girlfriend with the body built like a brick shit-house and the one woman I've considered possibly turning lesbian for. I lost 70 lbs while working out with them and really never felt better. But have put most of the weight back on since last July. That is when all the stress began. Last July, I tore my achilles tendon while exercising which put me out of commission for 8 weeks. In September, went back to Mississippi because my grandfather was very ill and put on hospice. Came back from that trip to find out my husband was offered a job in Phoenix and that we were moving. He moved 2 weeks later, I was home putting the house up for sale, managing the kids, buying a home in AZ, etc. Then our 13 yr old Lab had to be put down, we moved 5 days before Christmas, my grandfather passed away, we became victims of identity theft, ran over the cactus next to our driveway (twice) had to replace 2 tires, (who the hell puts 3 barrel cactuses right next to the drivesay?)kitchen faucet broke, etc, etc. I realize my problems are NOTHING compared to what some people endure. In fact, I'd be willing to bet most people would love to have our "problems." I get it. Believe me. But it is stress, none the less. So, stress and the fact that I've eaten at every drive-thru in the east valley. But WWWWHHHYYYYY? I want to know why? I'm just so mad. I want to hit something. (Anyone, anyone? know that movie?) So while, I figure out the WHY I did this to myself, today, I'm going to fight the fat.