We had a super day. I weighed in on November 21st to discover my weight has dropped, officially, to 232 pounds: down 2.7 pounds for the week, and a total loss of 22.4 pounds. And that was before the Big Day.
On Wednesday, a bunch of us veterans and special guests had got together for an incredible meal, presented by one of our Coast Guard brothers. A fish fry. Robin fishes far and wide, and brought in pike, walleye, bluegill... There were deep-fried mushrooms and hand-cut onion rings, and all sorts of goodies. For the Princess and me, Robin graciously pre-prepared the vegan goodies, all before the fish. Good-hearted man, he is.
Now, that was Wednesday. We'd winced at that. "If this is the "pre-game show," what's Thanksgiving going to look like?"
Thanksgiving looked like this: The alarm woke us at about 0630. We dressed warmly, sucked down a fast protein shake, broke out our hand warmers, and Dean brought us down to the Miamisburg Turkey Trot.
It was Aiden's first "on-foot" event. (He'd done the Jingle Bell Run in 2012, in a stroller. Hey, at 2 years old, he didn't want to pass up and embarrass his old Papi.) He even got the race bib, the 'brandanna,' and the official Turkey Trot hoodie. Cute kid. Takes after his Mommy, Dawn. We finished the event, a one-mile speed-walk, and then Dean brought us home, so we could face the oven and the stove. I never changed out of my sweats; too much to do: oven-roast the brussels sprouts, boil up the vegan "dirty" mashed potatoes (recipe courtesy of our boy, Steven) and warm up the vegan focaccia and and other goodies. Dawn had already baked the pumpkin-based brownies (fresh pumpkin from #kleathers) and I'd baked a stupendous veggie Wellington (OMG!!!!) Sis had made the vegan dressing and other sides: the famous Cheese Ball and Pumpkin Roll; Dean and Scarlett brought their specialties. The rest of the family had their turkey and pies. (I don't even apologize for not being excited about non-vegan food. It just doesn't blow my skirt up anymore.) And, a splendid time was had by all. Then Nichole, Dyllan and Amelia went to their other family gatherings; Lauren and Joe to theirs. By 4:00 or so, desserts eaten and last glasses almost drained, the house was cooling down and becoming quiet. I went out to vacuum the car and start packing; filled the cooler and...bang, off to Connecticut.
We drove for five hours. Stopped in Pennsy for the night and slept like the dead. An early wake-up, again, and the road beckoned. By about 2:00, we were knocking on Mom's door: "Surprise, Ma! We were in the neighborhood, and..."
We met up with Mark and Melissa, then took off for dinner at one of Mom's favorite places, Mykonos in Danbury. (Slippery slope, eating out!) We shared a lovely meal, hugged and kissed, then...off to the Danbury Fair Mall. Yes, the mall. See, Dawn had met or exceeded her MyFitnessPal steps challenge for over 90 days at that point. I wasn't one to jack that up. So, two miles in the mall, like salmon swimming against human rapids, in Black Friday crowds. LMAO! We should have got extra steps for that, I tell ya!
Next morning, coffee with my niece Jen, ALL in the dark, as it were; on the DL. See, it was the weekend of her hubby, Rick's big birthday. He could NOT know we were onsite until zero hour. Then back to Mom's for a lunch date: Augie's, another favorite place she and Dad used to frequent. (See? ANOTHER restaurant meal. Try keeping track of THOSE calories, accurately!) Then, my brother quips, "Hey, Nicholas is off at Stewie's, playing 'Santa Claus' for the kiddies..." Well, here's the thing: YEARS ago, Nicholas planted the seed of an idea in my head, that turned into my having been a clown for over 30 years. I'd only seen Nicholas ONE other time, between that fateful first meeting, and now. I can assure you, I cried on Santa's shoulder, in gratitude. AND, got a nice family pic, to boot!
Mark, my younger brother, and his wife, Melissa, are on the left. Nicholas towers over (who DOESN'T tower over Mom?) and Mom in the center. Dawn and me on the right. Then, to the mall again. Yeah, all that "road food," all that sitting in the car...not good. Time for another two mile quick-step. After that, a short nap at the motel, and off to Rick's party. It was a busy night: talking with all those people who love Rick and Jennifer so well; talking with Danielle and Natalie's friends who were SO interested in my Kennedy Valve fire hydrant photo collection. There was quite enough incredible, delicious vegan food for us to enjoy, much to the diligence and compassion of Jennifer. (LOTS of MyFitnessPal tracking, there!) I didn't get ANY pictures of our families together, much to my chagrin. But, I caught Rick telling a story:
And, then: the trip back to Ohio. We'd done the trip to the Nutmeg State in two legs; the trip back? One shot. Several long, dreary hours in the car. During which we laughed, giggled, recounted the weekend, solved the world's troubles, and enjoyed the company of our lifemates. See, the anniversary date was looming: we needed to make plans for that.
Sunday night, back in the loving bosom of our family, we relaxed. Then Dawn and I hit the Leslie Sansone video, and worked out for half an hour, to keep that steps-goal streak running. Then, we looked at that scale with fear in our eyes. Sunday is Dawn's official weigh-in day. Mine, being Wednesday, makes our scale "unofficial." She stepped carefully thereupon, and...
...had LOST WEIGHT! Holiday munching, sedentary (non-workout, except for power-walking and "Leslie time") and she'd lost. See? We're not "dieting!" We're MONITORING our intake, and MOVING. And, little by little...losing!
I'm fond of doing my "unofficial weights" in the morning. So, Monday *I* stepped on the scale. By gum, it showed a loss! 1.7 pounds down. How the...? Because I can assure you, Brothers and Sisters, Vegetable Wellington is NOT a fat-free food. Steven's "dirty" mashed potatoes are NOT carb-friendly. But...monitoring the intake, and staying within the prescribed guidelines makes a difference. Really. I'm reminded of something I see on the walls of pretty much every Meeting place I've ever had the pleasure to have visited. It's a prescription pad reproduction written by a certain Robert Holbrook Smith: "Trust God; Clean House; Help others."
So: I'm trusting God to help me through the weak places in my programs (you DO remember that I'm in recovery.) I'm cleaning house (eliminating gratuitous calories, especially in the form of added sugars and (God help me!) soda pop. And, if this blog can do anything, I hope it inspires others to do something they've been meaning to do, but felt unable.
YOU. *ARE.* ABLE!
YOU. ARE. *ENOUGH.*
Trust. You can do it. If anyone had told me in September that I'd be losing over 20 pounds before Christmas, I'd have laughed in your face. Now, I'm still laughing, make no mistake. But it's because I can see my feet without pulling my gut in. Wow; feet are unattractive. LMAO!
So; that was like, two weeks ago. And, in the meanwhile, I hopped onto the VA scale again. On November 28th, I weighed 232 pounds. Even after the 'whiplash' week, I weighed 2 pounds less. What. The HECK!!! Yeah, I hear you: "YOU did it, YOU Lost the weight!"
True: it's MY mouth, MY fork, MY choices, MY Garmin, MY MyFitnessPal.
But it's *MY God* who is rescuing me from my addiction to food. It's MY savior that's making the difficult choices a piece of (metaphoric, vegan) cake. I go to church once a week; I attend bible study once a week. Both Pastor Ed and Pastor Larry bring His word to life in such a way as it applies to my existence in a clear and colorful, appropriate way. The lessons of gratitude, sharing, mission of helpfulness, unconditional love...it's hard to hear, and NOT share. Praise God.
And, speaking of praising and thanking an AWESOME God, I did happen to mention our anniversary, no? Dawn and me. Sixteen years of crazy, happy love. And, for our anniversary celebration? The Jingle Bell 5K. We did that run for our anniversary in 2012, as well. I trained/prepared myself for it by doing a 5k at the Towne Mall earlier last week, and at the Dayton Mall, as well. Funny thing, I kept remembering back to early October, when Dawn convinced me that we should do ONE MILE around Roscoe Roof park, one Sunday. And I was GASPING. If I'd had more time, I could have pushed those 5k's to maybe 6k...7k?
Yes, another 5K. In 40 degree weather. In the rain. In (non-aerodynamic) ponchos. NOT my very best time. As a matter of fact, ten minutes behind Dawn's finish. But, I came in fifth in my division. (Out of only FIVE guys, but hey! I got my name on a board. LOL!) And we raised about $70 for the Arthritis Foundation. Neither feats being barn-burners, but...we DID it. I did it. I am off the couch, I was out from in front of the boob tube. Even these small things are praiseworthy, if you know Who to praise. And, Psalms 9:1 is a perfect place to start:
"I will give thanks to You, oh Lord, with all my heart; I will tell of all Your wondrous deeds!"
Be well; practice peace, and I'll see you at the next one.
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