An all-American suburban mother's fight with the battle of the bulge. Come support, sympathize, criticize and voyeur along with me as I detail daily my Emotion, Food, Activity and life amongst the rest of the squirrels just trying to get a nut. Come take the journey along with me.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
aimless
Welcome to eFAT-Blog. This is a site where you can find the journey of an American suburban working mother of 5 children's journey to a healthy lifestyle.
Daily I will detail my emotions, food, activity and the like in the neverending battle of the bulge.
Come take the journey along with me.
I have discovered that over the course of my move -- since Aug. 9 or so. I'm not eating well at all. Not that I'm making poor food choices, but rather, I can't eat. Everytime I eat more than a nibble, I feel so very sick to my stomach. Granted I'm stressed beyond belief. Permanent Change of Stations are never easy -- the stress just piles up (kinda like the no less than 10 boxes in every room I keep starring at). But this is weird. I know I should seek medical assistance; but, it's having a really nice effect. I'm losing weight. yay! Like last night, I had one piece of sour dough bread for dinner with a whiskey and diet dew. Bread and whiskey. That is so me. LOL. I couldn't handle anything else. Activity wise I'm still not where I need to be.
Mothering these five kids continues to be a challenge. Bean is complaining of not getting enough attention; Tank is on a wild child rampage; and Peanut is trying to grow up to fast. The boy is continuing his struggle with leaving childish choices behind and becoming a responsible adult. My hope is he eventually does the right thing and stops driving his father insane.
Tiger took Peanut on her first motorcycle ride last night. It was so cute! He said she takes after her mom and did well. Go girlie!
Daily I will detail my emotions, food, activity and the like in the neverending battle of the bulge.
Come take the journey along with me.
I have discovered that over the course of my move -- since Aug. 9 or so. I'm not eating well at all. Not that I'm making poor food choices, but rather, I can't eat. Everytime I eat more than a nibble, I feel so very sick to my stomach. Granted I'm stressed beyond belief. Permanent Change of Stations are never easy -- the stress just piles up (kinda like the no less than 10 boxes in every room I keep starring at). But this is weird. I know I should seek medical assistance; but, it's having a really nice effect. I'm losing weight. yay! Like last night, I had one piece of sour dough bread for dinner with a whiskey and diet dew. Bread and whiskey. That is so me. LOL. I couldn't handle anything else. Activity wise I'm still not where I need to be.
Mothering these five kids continues to be a challenge. Bean is complaining of not getting enough attention; Tank is on a wild child rampage; and Peanut is trying to grow up to fast. The boy is continuing his struggle with leaving childish choices behind and becoming a responsible adult. My hope is he eventually does the right thing and stops driving his father insane.
Tiger took Peanut on her first motorcycle ride last night. It was so cute! He said she takes after her mom and did well. Go girlie!
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