Holding steady at 108 June 18, 2010

Well, on Monday I got a phone call that re-rocked my world.  I’d laid a complaint in the early 90′s about a thing that happened to me as a young girl.  The police contacted me on Monday to see if I still wanted to go ahead as they’d now got a good idea where the  (insert rude words here) is.

ARRRRGHHHHHHHHH!!!  Yes I am going ahead with the prosecution, and as I’m a strong-willed woman I’ve decided that I don’t need chocolate (much) and won’t drink to help me through this.  Drinking helped a little with Dad but I need all my wits about me now  Plus, drinking and stuffing myself with chocolate got me up to 111kgs.  I weighed myself on Tues and again this morning (I know, once a week sigh) and I’m sitting on 108.

So, Monday I’m off to the gym again, I’ve almost managed to kick the cold I’ve got, I’m up to date with my supplements and almost back on top of my water consumption…. (pauses to swig on water bottle..  lol  )  See my halo??  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

So my line in the sand got scuffed a bit by circumstances out of my control… however, I didn’t go and get sloshed nor stuff my face completely with chocolate!!  Yay!!  I’m getting there!

We’re getting the bookings made for the big ride in January now, and looking at backpacks and riding gear for the winter so we can still all go out and keep up some level of fitness.  Every now and again I think,”Hang on… I HAVE to go tramping before that!”  :( sigh.  Steve’s 40th present from me is an overnight tramp.  I hate tramping, even more than I hate celery!!!!  lol And I agreed to go on this tramp only because it’s his 40th.  If it were any other birthday he’d be outta luck!!!

I’m planning to go for a ride tomorrow with Steve and the kids too, I haven’t been on a ride since before I had my legs done, should be good

Catch you later

Bex

Ok, that’s over with… June 13, 2010

Well my Dad passed away on June 6th. I was able to,with the help of many friends, spend the last week of his life with him in Wellington.  I ate, I drank, and was, at times, VERY merry.  He passed, surrounded by people who loved him and whom he loved in return.

His funeral was a true testimony to him and his diverse range of interests and family.  He was a biker, and a till his health failed him LOVED his Harley.  He was escorted to the Crematorium by at least 50 Harleys and It was AWESOME to see, hear and feel.

I’ve not weighed myself yet… and don’t think I will for a while, the clothing I took up for the funeral had to be replaced by some new and, unfortunately large,r clothing.  I’m done with the guilt.. the recriminations and the bad self talk about “letting Dad down” by eating uncontrollably.

I’ve come down with a sore throat so no gym tomorrow, possibly for the rest of the week.  However and Steve’s watching me type this too, NOW is the time to stop.  So you… my faithful followers and friends are witness to this, it all STOPS here.

As of tomorrow morning I’m “unpacking” my Challenge kit as if for the first time, I’m back on the challenge and looking forward to the detoxing… yes I said that LOOKING FORWARD to the detoxing.  (Shakes head) Yeah, I know it sounds crazy… but if I’m detoxing… I’m doing it right!

Looking forward to continuing the journey with you .

Bex in larger jeans

Soon to  be smaller Jeans