When I thought about what I wanted to write this morning immediately after my weigh in, I wanted to use this forum to complain that I worked really hard to lose one measly pound this week.
As the day progressed, though, I began to feel better about the results. After all, with 11 Thursdays still to go, we have passed the $500 mark in our fundraising! So, rather than sharing the grumpy “poor me” thoughts I was having at 6:00 this morning, I thought I would instead share some things you may (or may not!) be interested in hearing about the first 8 weeks of this journey:
- I have eaten more canellini beans in the last 8 weeks than in the rest of my life put together. Apparently, they’re visually appealing and toothsome, as well as healthy, so recipe creators and food stylists love them. And so do I…they may be my favorite legume.
- There is no cause for concern, but I now keep a knife with a serrated edge in my office. This is for use in slicing the one piece of fruit I am allowed to take from the dining room after a meal. I love a sliced orange around 3:30 p.m.
- I started working with a personal trainer this week. She has me doing floor exercises…have any of you ever known me to voluntarily get down on the floor?! I gave myself a bad rug burn this morning — getting back up is harder than it looks. I’m sure I’ll become more proficient with practice.
- I used to be a gasbag. I mean, serious gas and bloating four out of five days. Even with all the fresh fruits and veggies (and the beans, of course) that has gone away. I now believe that my former favorite food — cheese — was the culprit. Please DO NOT correct me if food science doesn’t support this claim. I am a reasonably happy person even without my daily cheese.
- I’ve received a lot of questions about this, so I’ll say once and for all: I go to City Looks for my pedicure. I probably could do my own, but not nearly as well (nor would it feel so good). My scale goes dark almost immediately when you step off of it, hence the feet in every photo. I could have left the feet out of the Christmas Eve photo on my sister’s scale, but why deprive some of you of your fun?
- It has come to my attention that the women I work with, my dear friends and support network, have been keeping track of who is mentioned by name in this blog and that there is a little competition brewing. It is important for me to say to each and every one of you — those I see daily and those I rarely see — your love, support and encouragement mean everything to me. Not a day has passed over this 8 week span that hasn’t included some word of encouragement, some message of care. Many have arrived at just that moment when I was wondering what in the world I’d gotten myself into. Every pound lost and every dollar won for hunger relief has been a huge team effort.
Finally, I received a small package in the mail today from Jan Crawford in California. She included a bag full of little glass hearts and her card read, “Just a little BAG OF LOVE to remind you how many hearts are behind you…” I have been handing out glass hearts to people this afternoon. I know Jan will understand my impulse to “share the love”; so often we assume that others know we care without any outward expression of it. Please know, whether you received a little glass heart today or not, you are loved.