I Don’t FEEL Like It!

Today’s post is taken from my blog from my online food/fitness diary.

Lately that has been my attitude. I just don’t feel like it.
Well then, stay fat, stay unhealthy, stay unmotivated.

OH NO!!!  It’s not going to be like that!!

When I get that attitude, I need to jump on it fast
and tell my FEELINGS to SHUT UP!!!
I cannot live by my feelings or I won’t accomplish anything. So I guess I’m going to build myself a bridge and get over it!!

I’m in this for the long haul no matter how long it takes.
I want to do this… I NEED to do this. For myself & for my family.
I am not taking any more chances with my health. I don’t want to die of a heart attack or stroke. I don’t want to develop diabetes or any other disease.

I want to be here, to help my husband raise our kids.
I want to show them that I AM strong enough and that you can do anything you put your mind to do.

So look out fatty, Momma’s coming for ya!!!!

Just Did It

Cookies My Dear? REALLY?!

I love my husband so much but some things he does just drive me crazy. He’s supportive and encouraging with my weight loss, but I could just smack him for things he does sometimes.

He went to the grocery store last night to stock up on a few things before Winter Storm Pax makes it’s arrival. Meat, veggies, fruit, milk, bread and… what’s this? COOKIES???  REALLY?!?!? He even said, as he took them out of the bag, “I know. I’m naughty.”  UGH!

I don’t have much of a sweet tooth. I think I prefer salty/savory over sweet things. It’s the fact that it’s a temptation. Sometimes my will-power isn’t that strong. Don’t get me wrong I do not eat totally clean (yet); I eat what I want.

On top of that, hubby doesn’t eat breakfast most days and rarely eats lunch. So he eats one or two meals a day–dinner and a snack. That’s not healthy for him. Breakfast really is the MOST important meal of the day. It gives your body its jump-start to get through the day.

His morning routine consists of drinking 2-3 cups of coffee (with milk or creamer & a bit of sugar). Then he’s off and running doing whatever is on his schedule for the day. On the days he works hardest or is gone the longest, he wonders why he’s so tired. (HELLO!!! Could your body be telling you it’s lacking energy & much needed vitamins and minerals because you’re not eating properly??)

It concerns me very much. I think his body might be going into/is already in starvation mode. He’s always been thin, yet muscular. Always active, but not as active as when he was working construction and landscaping. He has gained a little weight around his mid-section over the last few years too.

When he does eat Breakfast or lunch it’s not overly unhealthy. Usually cold cereal, oatmeal or pancakes for breakfast. And maybe a couple of sandwiches or leftovers for lunch. On days he doesn’t have breakfast & lunch, he’ll eat dinner and then have a snack later. He snacks on chips, or [his usual] cookies. And sometimes he’ll consume half the package!

I have tried to encourage him to change those habits. He’s even admitted needing to. I have even suggested that he start using the online food/fitness diary that I use so he can see what he’s putting into body and lacking in his diet. No such luck.

I don’t want to nag him. (And I don’t). I just want him to see what he’s doing to himself. I want him to live & be healthy. I want him around awhile, you know?
1 Corinthians 6:19 (NKJV) “Or do you not know that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God, and you are not your own?”

I’m a Beast… Hear Me Roar… meow

I don’t recall exactly where we heard this phrase, but hubby and I use it from time to time when we’re feeling silly or in a good mood. But today, it’s how I am feeling and it’s most definitely NOT funny.

It’s been a down day for the most part & the day isn’t even half over yet.
I’m not even sure why I feel like this. If I should hazard a guess, it may stem from yesterday, but I’m not so certain about that either.
On one hand I’ve been growly with people. On the other, I’ve been sad, almost depressed. I don’t feel like doing anything.
I don’t feel like working out.
I haven’t even eaten yet today.
And I know that isn’t right.

It’s time to SNAP out of it!
I know what I have to do.

I’m going to put some music on.
There’s a song from the early 90’s
that always seems to change my mood for the better.
(this has become one of my theme songs over the past year)

C + C Music Factory  —  “Live Happy”
(Not my vid)

Ahhhh… I feel much better!
Now it’s time I get busy, and make this a GREAT day.

“Don’t Worry, LIVE Happy!”

Disappointment Happens

I was expecting to see a decent loss on the scale this morning. It didn’t happen.  I did lose, but not as much as I thought I would have. And I’m confused as to why. I mean, come on… I was kicking my own butt,
I had left over calories, I even had an NSV this week!!
(I actually jogged a bit. I haven’t jogged in years).

I feel bloated, which is odd because I never feel bloated, even when TOM is near. Looking at my food diary I think it’s probably a number of things.

1) Sodium–I can’t seem to ever keep that low.
(2500mg per day is needed daily for an adult)
2) Not enough fruit and veggies consumed.
3) Not enough water consumed–especially considering the overage on sodium.
4) My body didn’t want to cooperate (due to 2 & 3) this morning.
Didn’t completely void. (TMI I know, Sorry. But s*** happens. Or in this case, did not. Sorry again!)

I am actually on the verge of tears. And I’m not the type of person that shows emotion very often, unless I’m angry.  When you’ve worked so hard it’s difficult to accept something happening that is below what you thought you were accomplishing.  Even though I’m disappointed, I have to remember that what I’m trying to do isn’t easy. There will be bumps in the road. But I’ve got to keep on keeping on to reach my goal. And it will happen.


“The Biggest Loser”

This is not regarding the controversy over the Season 15 winner. There is already too much judging and criticism.

I love the show. It is both an inspiration and a motivation.
I missed most of Season 15 but I did watch the last 4 or 5 weeks.
I am so proud of each contestant. They all have done so well and look so good;
David especially. He has had an amazing transformation–he doesn’t even look like the same person. These people have accomplished more than just weight loss. They have gained confidence, security in themselves, and so much more.

I’ve mentioned before that I’m making a life change; I struggle with weight issues. And the truth of the matter is I could possibly qualify to be a contestant. But I don’t know that I could handle going through what they do & have.  I don’t necessarily mean the hard workouts, I am just so self conscious of what I look like, I wouldn’t want to be seen on tv. I wouldn’t want to dress in biker shorts & a sports bra for weigh ins and have ANYONE, let alone the nation, see me. The contestants have something I don’t–bravery. But I am starting to break out of that shell little by little.


I started my lifestyle change June 22, 2011–the day after my oldest child’s birthday. I had finally gotten sick and tired of the way I looked and my lack of activity. I was fairly sedentary. I was a SAHM turned WAHM.
I have finally had enough of myself.

I had heard about or seen an advertisement for a website that had some really good reviews that helped people lose weight. So I decided to check it out. It seemed legit. There was a slideshow of testimonials that caught my attention. At first I thought, “these people probably only had a few pounds to lose”. And yes, a few only had 30-60 to lose. But then I saw the testimony that made me decide to give the website a shot. A female site user lost over 100 pounds.

As I mentioned earlier, I started my lifestyle change June 22, 11. A year went by–I had lost 75 pounds. A few months later I got really sick. I don’t know if it was a cold or a flu bug, but I was sick for 6 weeks straight. As an asthmatic, it was struggle to breathe just from walking across the room. So forget exercising.

They say it takes 3 weeks to form a habit…
I had gotten used to not exercising. So when I was well again, for a while I didn’t. I was making bad choices or over eating on top of it. And TOM wasn’t helping (I’m ravenously hungry the first couple of days).
I started working out again but not as often as I had been when I first started. A workout here, skip a few days, another workout, miss a day, workout again.  I was still over eating.  Anyway, I ended up gaining about 30 pounds back over that next year and a half.

By November 2013 I was working out a bit more but still struggling to control the over eating.
Between Thanksgiving and Christmas I was doing better but still dealing with excess calories and I almost gave up.


But something inside me… a little ember still burning with a desire to keep going… suddenly changed from a tiny glowing ember to a raging inferno. I was NOT going to give up. I had come too far to go back.

January 2014
I renewed my commitment to keep going.
I made a pledge.

I Pledge

I’m getting stronger. Gonna live longer.
I try to workout 5 days a week, giving time to rest my body.
I weigh-in once a week.
I don’t diet. I eat what I want, keeping my portions reasonable.
I haven’t lost much since my pledge. I’ve lost a little, gained it back and re-lost it plus some. But I’m looking forward to Sunday’s weigh in this week because I have been kicking my own butt.
As we used to say in one of our challenge groups
“Keep on kicking fatty’s tail”.

I am on the road to bettering myself.
“If for whatever reason or excuse I don’t workout, it’s a day that I’ve lost to better myself.”
~Yours Truly (xCraftyChickx)


So that’s a snippet from my life.
If you’re struggling with weight loss, I want to encourage you.
You CAN do it! You CAN lose weight.
I would like to invite you to my group on Facebook.
Encouragement & Support for Weight Loss
or you can follow it on Twitter: @WLEncouragemnt

Be the BEST that you can be.
(Harder Better Faster Stronger ~~ Daft Punk)
Not my vid but sharing one of my ‘theme songs’.

Daily Prompt: Those Dishes Won’t Do Themselves (Unfortunately)

What’s the household task you most dislike doing? Why do you think that is — is it the task itself, or something more?

DISHES!!!!!! I cannot stand washing dishes.
I had to do them A LOT while growing up. I didn’t mind them so much then. I didn’t necessarily enjoy it, but they had to be done.

Butttt… after I met my husband… we were staying with his parents for a time. While there that seemed to become my
duty. I can understand wanting help around the house by persons that live there. But griping & complaining instead of asking or suggesting what they would like help with is rather rude.

To this day I hate having to do dishes. They get piled up until either hubby or myself get sick of the overflowing sink. And even though hubby helps, dishes aren’t his forte, and I end up rewashing some. UGH!
Did I mention I hate washing dishes?

What do you do? [Deciding what to blog about]

When I first started blogging I always wrote following the Daily Prompt.
Please understand, I do not write daily because I do not follow every daily prompt. I seem to write using the daily prompts that interest me the most. However, none of them have interested me at all lately so I haven’t been blogging.

I don’t want to continue writing using only the daily prompts. But I haven’t quite figured out what else to write about. I’m not overly busy and there’s a variety of things that interest me. Yet finding what to write about is an issue; so is my lack of confidence. Sometimes I’ll get an idea for writing, then have second thoughts because it might not interest someone else (even though I mostly write for my own enjoyment).

I don’t want to write a “diary”, although that could prove interesting at times. And I don’t want to write about tough issues (Government, Politics, or the like).  I do like to try to encourage others.

There are several subjects I could include in my blog: struggling with weight loss, domestic violence, crafts, photography, recipes. I don’t know that I could choose just one topic and stick to it.

So what do you do?

Ideas? Suggestions?
How did you decide what topic(s) to blog about?

Daily Prompt: Happy Endings

Tell us about something you’ve tried to quit. Did you go cold turkey, or for gradual change? Did it stick?


I tried my first cigarette when I was 10. I didn’t like it.
Something changed between then and graduating high school.

I’d been a smoker off & on since I was 18 years old. I started because my first boyfriend did it. I thought it was cool. After some time, whenever I was under pressure or a lot of stress, I would smoke. When I faced adversity I would chain smoke. After breaking off the relationship, my smoking slowed down and I stopped for awhile.

A few years later I was in a new relationship & eventually married.
Things were great… for a few months anyway. Then the abuse started.
I started smoking again. I gained weight. I hid my smoking from him, because he didn’t like it and I knew it would get me in trouble. Eventually he did find out and told me I HAD to quit. Who was he to tell me what to do?
I lied and told him I quit, but with the stress of the relationship, of course I hadn’t. It was my crutch. Eventually I was smoking about a half a pack per day.

Two and a half years later I was done with him. I continued to smoke, slightly less than half a pack per day. But it was an addiction by now. Even though I knew it was unhealthy, I didn’t want to quit. Yeah I had seen pictures and ads of what smoking does to the heart and lungs, but I didn’t care. I hated myself & didn’t care if I lived or died. And no one would care anyway if I did.

Several months later I met a guy who seemed really nice. He was a smoker like I was. We ended up getting together. I met his parents, but we didn’t get along very well. More smoking… back to half a pack per day. (We actually lived with them for awhile).
Some time later I got pregnant. Smoking and pregnancy don’t mix, so as soon as I found out I was pregnant, I quit. My husband promised me he’d quit before our son was born. He didn’t.

(Now in another state) Two and half years after our son was born, our daughter was born… still smoke free. But I was angry that my husband didn’t keep his promise.
Several months later I started smoking again, because he didn’t quit (stupid decision).

(Moved back to hubby’s home state–and the outlaws property)
I smoked for maybe a couple of years and then quit… again. The “out-laws” seemed happy about that.
A year or so went by, then we had some problems with the ‘out-laws’, and I started again. Apparently one day my MOL asked hubby why I had started smoking again. He told her flat out, “Because of people like you!” and he walked away. It was July 3, 2012 when I started again.

I made a promise to my kids, that as soon as we were in a different place, that I would quit smoking. August 19, we were in a new ‘residence’. I didn’t quit right away but I was determined to keep my promise.

The week before Thanksgiving, November 17, 2012 I had my last cigarette. I have been smoke-free for 14 1/2 months now.
I plan to stay that way, for life.