Lake Weekend

I haven’t blogged in a while, but really….no news is good news. Kinda. I am now at -17! I am now only three little pounds away from being 1/3 of the way to my goal. This program is great and I am really enjoying it, but it is only easy when I practice avoidance behaviors. This past weekend, I was just over two weeks in the program and Mitchy Poo talked me into going to my mom’s cabin. For those of you who know my mom-she is a Paula Dean and a Martha Stewart (but she isn’t prude like Martha). At her cabin are several of my favorite items that I only have when I am there. Huge breakfast casseroles or waffles. Ribeyes with steamed veggies. Homemade beef hotdogs from the Miltona Meat Locker (they are famous). Jerky. Chips. Dip. Wine. Beer. Cocktails…….need I go on? I knew going into the weekend that I really didn’t want to even go. However, nobody listened to Joy and we went.

The 1st night there Mitch enjoyed his plate of homemade goodies and I just sarcastically sipped on my Diet Coke, which I had in a wine glass. The next day was worse. Even waking up, I felt bitchier. I took my frustration out and spent $130 at Ron’s Warehouse buying 40% Bed, Bath, and Beyond stuff. There was no fun lunch for me. No potato salad, hotdog, and chips. Everyone wondered why I was being so bitchy-well-DUH! I totally skipped out on the boat ride. That would be no fun for me. Being stuck in a boat with drinks, crackers and cheese-all things forbidden. No way in hell. I stayed home and sipped my dinner and smoked my dessert.

It was only thirty minutes after they arrived home that the house was full of the sweet smell of a chicken/stuffing/cheese/heaven casserole. By this time, I was done. I grabbed my dogs and went downstairs to sleep through the pain. I think I slept for two hours. Mitch came down and crawled in bed with me and woke me up by saying, “Baby, how you doing?” That is when the water works turned on. I cried and cried and cried. I told him how much being there sucked (which is NEVER the case), and how hard this is to do, how we have to change-pretty much … just had a nice fifteen minute cry with Mitchy Poo just holding me and letting me cry. We went back upstairs and enjoyed some more of the evening.

This program is working and I’m doing great. I feel great and as of yesterday, I can finally see a difference. Sadly, I feel that my boobs are getting smaller already, but that’s okay, Mitch is buying me new ones in a few years anyway. But for anyone that is trying to quit something, being around certain things are hard and it takes time to work through them. For an alcoholic that is two weeks sober, the last place they want to go is to a Bar or worse Vegas! Someone who is quitting smoking doesn’t want to drive in a car for 7 hours with a smoker! A person who doesn’t know how to swim doesn’t want to walk across the wet scary log over the Colorado River full of rapids. Come On!