I'm here....

Been a rough week on the relationship and family front here, but I'm alive and kicking.  And in this stressful time, my band has kept me from eating my way through it.  In fact, I almost have the opposite problem - I don't eat!  It's crazy to have my loved ones around me saying, come on Molly, you have to eat.  A FAT GIRL NEVER HEARS THAT!

But I have dropped some weight (into the 170s!!!) so I know they are right.  I need to keep my hair and I need to eat protein.  My band closes up when I am upset so I am liquid and it is okay.  Maybe today will be better.

I am in between sizes this week - a 12 and a 10.  In fact, I bought a pair of Victoria's Secret shorts (they are so freaking cute) in size 12 and they have some room - and that's crazy to me because VS stuff is sized so small.  I don't even really recognize my body.  Yesterday I was sitting in a chair watching my daughter play softball and I looked down at my exposed legs and thought, are those really mine?  This is truly an out of body experience.

I have not gone to the gym since last Thursday which is major for me since I am religious about it.  But I am dressed and ready to go there now and get back on track.  We can't let other people's failings derail our missions or our successes.  It is strange how we are often handed amazingly wonderful things at the same time we are forced to deal with absolutely horrible things.  It's perhaps what keeps us breathing.