If you have a Facebook account, you might be familiar with a semi-new feature called, “On this day”. It allows you to look back on your posts that you made that day, from years ago. Some days, the memories are ones I don’t care to remember. Others are one that I can’t believe I had forgotten or immediately bring a smile to my face.
Since 2012-2013, when I discovered I had Celiac’s Disease, during one of the hardest times in my life, losing my sister and mother within a year of each other, I started undergoing a body transformation.
Can I pinpoint exactly what has caused the weight-loss I experienced? No. There’s been a combination and I to say which one has done more is virtually impossible. Obviously, having to change my diet to a gluten-free one was a factor. Having a stress-level, that probably reach an unhealthy level was another. Then there were the days and weeks that I was accidentally “glutened” or just didn’t care and ate food that would hurt me. My body responded appropriately and emptied my system (rather violently at times) and/or caused great pain to remind me that I can’t do that. Eating healthier, giving up soda, becoming addicted, and competitive, on with my basic FitBit, drinking more water has all played a factor in my weight loss.
So what does this have to do with Facebook? On July 6, 2016, I had “memories” to look back on and there was one from 2013. I couldn’t believe looking at the picture how much I had changed. Ironically, that morning, I had my daughter take a full body pic of me (almost never do this). I had her do it because I liked the comfy outfit I was wearing and the jeans now another size smaller.
I decided to put the two pictures side by side. I was blown away. So much so, I shared it with my Facebook friends. Those who know me, know I don’t share many pictures of myself, esp. full body ones. Even my eldest child, who loves to give me grief and isn’t known for compliments, gave me credit for my dramatic change. I didn’t spend money I didn’t have on a gym, diet pills, or even increase my exercise level dramatically. I walked a bit more and watched what I was eating. Ok, I had to watch what I was eating because of the Celiacs, but it was still an opportunity to evaluate my food and beverage choices. I occasionally will have a soda from time to time or on a bad day, eat half a tub of ice cream, but I still am dropping the weight because I choose to make a conscious effort.
I never thought I would lose as much weight as I have; over 40 pounds. It’s staying off because it’s been gradual. Slow and steady wins the weight-loss race.
I have a talented friend, Tom, whom I met because of my sister. He is a veteran and has entered a contest. I would like to see his drawing get the most “likes”. If you have Facebook, and it’s not too much trouble, could you please click on the link, “like” the drawing and feel free to say a few words in a comment if the moment moves you to do so.
Then, if you wouldn’t mind either sharing this blog or the link on your own Facebook wall, it would be a double dose of kindness.
It’s that time again! This drives me crazy, I want to be consistent with my verbiage and the bi-weekly vs bi-monthly thing is annoying. So to be clear, in February I started hosting meet and greets every other weekend.
If you’ve attended one of my previous meet and greets you know that I’m all about the interaction.
I rarely share information like this, but I shared it with a friend who encouraged me to blog about it. It’s a “you gotta be kidding me” moment that I will bet most moms will laugh at and can completely relate to in one way or another.
It’s been a hectic morning, both at home (before I left for the office) and now at the office. It may only be Wednesday, but I swear this day is trying for a repeat performance of Monday.
I decide it’s time for a restroom break (no it’s not going to get gross). I grab a pantyliner from my purse and bring it with me to the restroom. If you’re a male and clueless as to what a pantyliner is, ask Google, if you don’t want to ask your wife or girlfriend.
I unwrap the pantyliner and discover that it has a beautiful pattern of purple glitter all over it. Obviously, there’s no way I can use it; not like it was a necessity anyway. I discard it and carry on.
I sit and ponder for a moment. Why is there trace amounts of purple glitter in my purse? What did my daughter give me to hold that glitter-fied my purse? How long has it been there? Why haven’t I noticed it before? What else (in the purse) is all sparkly now?
It’s hard enough being a woman at times. When your child(ren) decide to “help” you, even unintentionally, it can be just that more challenging to get through the day.
So while purple is my favorite color, I think I’ll keep the glitter away from sensitive body parts.
Have you ever written something you weren’t sure you wanted to share? Perhaps the mere exercise in writing was what you were really after?
I wrote a piece recently that I was on the fence about posting. After posting it and giving it some time, I decided it would best if I removed it. I didn’t receive any negative comments or anything, it’s just it was such a personal piece that I think it’s just better stored to my flash drive then available for the viewing audience.
I carry my flash drive with me everywhere I go. Reason being, is for something just like this. I want to keep my written thoughts, just not always on WP.