How to Gain Weight Over Thanksgiving Break

1. Go off your no sweets challenge. Multiple times.
2. Don’t exercise.
3. Repeat. Multiple times.

That’s how I gained 1.6 pounds. How about you?

I think I knew on Wednesday that I was going to blow it with my no sweets challenge. Wednesday at work we had a Thanksgiving potluck, and there were several yummy looking confections that I was longing to eat. People were gushing over them, and it killed me that I couldn’t have any of it. Instead of feeling proud of my resolve, I felt sorry for myself that I couldn’t be a person like my husband, who can eat whatever he wants and not gain weight. Poor me and my first world problems. Even though I didn’t eat any sweets that day, I thought about them all. day. long. Just ask Stephen. That night it was all I thought about. So when Thanksgiving rolled around, and I was confronted with my most favorite of desserts, carrot cake, I gave in. Or gave up, rather. I threw caution to the wind and ate that carrot cake. Was it good? Yes.

But the real question: Was it worth it?

No.

No, it wasn’t. It wasn’t worth it because eating that one piece of cake only led me to eat some chocolate chip cookies later, and then pumpkin pie and cookie cake and a few fun size Snickers over the span of the weekend. I knew what I was doing when I chose to eat each of those things, knew that I was willfully eating more than I needed, but I chose to ignore the gentle whisper of the Holy Spirit and let gluttony win. Again.

Please know that I don’t think it’s always a sin to eat sweets. It’s not. But for me, in those moments, eating those sweets was a sin because I was looking to that food to satisfy a craving I’d had since I had stopped eating sweets. I was looking to that food to do what only God can do–fill me up. And just like every other time, I found the food wanting. I didn’t feel satisfied. Only guilty. Defeated.

Oh, but thanks be to God that there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus! I must remember that it is for freedom that He has set me free. I want to stand firm and not be burdened.

Lord, help me stand firm.

Trying to Keep My Cool

I know all of you are just DYING to read more about my air conditioning saga, so here I am to deliver. 🙂 Last Thursday I posted that we might have the air fixed this week, but that’s looking like less and less of a possibility. We had a guy come out last Thursday and give us a second opinion on the unit, since the first company that the warranty company sent said we needed a compressor. Of course the warranty company wouldn’t cover that, so we wanted to make sure it really was the compressor before we got it fixed. Sure enough, the compressor is shot. And while he was here, the repair man said that he thought that our brand of AC unit may come with a parts warranty. He said he would look it up and let us know.

Friday he called and said that we do in fact have a 10 year parts warranty, which means we don’t have to pay for the compressor, only the labor and addition of Freon, which saves us a LOT of money! The bad news is that the part had to be ordered, and that’s what we’re still waiting on. We paid for expedited shipping, so the part is supposed to arrive within 5-7 days. I kept hoping and praying that by some miracle it would come today, even though it’s only been 4 business days, but it didn’t come. I would LOVE it if it came on Friday, but it’s more likely to come next week. Fortunately, we are going to Memphis to stay with my parents for the weekend, so we’ll get a break from the whole ordeal.

I haven’t handled this trial all that well, to be honest. I have shed tears over this (more than once!), and part of me is ashamed of that. Even calling it a “trial” is silly because I know there are millions of people in the world who don’t even have the luxury of air conditioning. But when it’s summer in west TN and there have been several days when the heat index was over 100, not having air is a challenge. It’s a challenge to try and be grateful, but I am trying. The Lord has blessed us with much, and so I am encouraging myself to “be joyful always, pray continually, and give thanks in all cirucmstances.” With that in mind:

I am thankful that we were able to stay in a hotel for two nights and enjoy air conditioning and a little relief from the sauna that is our house.

I am thankful that back when we lived in our first apartment (a townhouse), my parents bought us an in-room air conditioner to use because our upstairs bedroom was miserably hot in the summer, and so now we can use that in our bedroom to keep the temperature in there more tolerable.

I am thankful that the unit is under warranty so we don’t have to spend more money.

I am thankful that we don’t have to buy a whole new unit.

I am thankful to have parents who live in Memphis and who willingly let us leave our dog with them because we were worried about how the heat was affecting her.

I am thankful for friends and family who love us and have been praying for us and the situation.

I am thankful that I married such a loving husband.

There is so much to be thankful for.

I feel better already. 🙂

What Goes Up Must Come Down

What’s gone up, you ask? My weight.

Last week’s weight: 169.
This week’s weight: 170.2

My scale is clearly broken, right? Right???

Or maybe it is the fact that though I did in fact manage to log my food 5 of 7 days last week, I didn’t exactly make the greatest nutritional choices. Honestly, if you looked at my food choices over the past few months, “healthy” would not be one of the words you’d use to describe them. I’ve allowed myself to give little thought to eating healthy. How do I expect to maintain my weight if I can’t eat healthy foods?

What’s truly pitiful is that on Friday, I weighed 167.6, which means I gained 2.6 pounds over the weekend! I have this tendency to see a new low on the scale and then just go nuts with my food intake. How illogical is that?! In addition, the weekends are always a struggle for me to stay focused on eating healthy, but as Jen says, you don’t get to take the weekends off on your healthiness journey. I have to pull it together if I’m going to make it to my goal, and I’m not sure what the solution is. Obviously, I need to stop eating with abandon, but it seems like I have some sort of mental roadblock I can’t get past.

If anyone has any thoughts, please share them!

An Update: Weight Loss and Moving Woes

I’m happy to report that I managed to shed those 3 pounds I gained earlier in May, and I ended the month at a new low weight of 167.8! That makes a loss of 3.4 pounds for May and a total loss of 93.6 pounds (up until the moment I wrote this post and actually calculated the total, I thought it was 94.6 pounds. Just shows how awesome my math skills are.).

Probably the only reason I managed to lose those pounds is because I was so busy with packing and moving that I didn’t have time to eat constantly. I certainly didn’t do any “proper” exercising, although I definitely was very active despite dealing with a nasty cold or sinus infection. I did try to keep my water and fiber intake up, so that must have helped some.

I wish I could say that everything is great now that we are moved into our house, but to be quite honest, I’m feeling a little deflated about the whole thing. The first disappointment was realizing that our washer and dryer do not fit into the designated laundry area but are just a few inches too wide. We’ll have to either get a new dryer, cut into the wall so the area is a little bigger, or have the washer in the space and the dryer just outside it, which is the current setup.

The second disappointment was realizing that our dog has gotten fleas from being out in the backyard, a backyard that she initially loved to romp around in but now hardly wants to go out in at all. That makes Stephen and me really sad because we were SO excited for Bailey to have a yard to run around in after always having to be leashed, and now she’s miserable because of the fleas. We have sprayed the yard and sprayed the house, swept and vacuumed and washed rugs, pillows, blankets, etc., and bathed Bailey with flea shampoo, all to no avail. She was already taking Frontline, but that seems to have done little to help. The last remaining course of action we can think of is to have the lawn professionally treated for fleas. If that doesn’t work, I don’t know what we’ll do.

The biggest disappointment has to do with the air conditioning. I noticed that it didn’t seem to be cooling down too much last weekend when we were moving in, but I just chalked it up to having the doors open so much as we came in and out and hoped it would improve. However, by the time that Stephen’s parents left on Tuesday, it was 80+ degrees in the house even though the air was set to 74. It simply wouldn’t cool, except in the middle of the night when the outside temperature went down. We contacted the home warranty company on Wednesday, and to condense a long story, the 5-year-old unit had not been serviced or cleaned at all, and the condenser coils (or whatever they’re called) were almost 90% blocked because of all the dirt and grime, which resulted in the compressor pump not functioning at full capacity, which caused the unit’s inability to cool properly. So we have to have the unit cleaned, which the warranty doesn’t cover, and if that doesn’t fix the problem, we’ll have to replace the compressor pump, which would cost around $1200, and the warranty also won’t cover that since this problem existed before the warranty. What’s especially awesome annoying is that we had an HVAC inspection before buying the house, and supposedly everything was working fine, so it’s really frustrating that basically we’re having to deal with other people’s negligence.

However, the house isn’t all bad, and I know once we get these situations figured out, we’ll feel better about everything. We love having a garage, our bedroom is huge, the kitchen is wonderful, and we have lots of ceiling fans that are helping us stay cool. It’s just disappointing not to have this rosy, ecstatic feeling about the house we’d looked forward to living in for two months, especially as someone who has watched countless home shows on HGTV where the couple buys the house and it’s perfect and wonderful. But as I write that, I am reminded that 1) it’s TV, and nothing is perfect and 2) ultimately my satisfaction should not come from the temporal but the eternal, and that only in Christ will I find true contentment.

May you too find contentment in Christ. I hope you are all doing well. I will return to my regular, less whiny blogging sometime in the near future. 🙂