As of this morning, I have lost exactly one pound from the day I left! Of course the scales are only one measure of success. While I am thrilled with a loss of any amount, I know that the scales are the part of this journey over which I have the least control.I have always maintained that for me there are three areas I can control and if I am successful in those areas the scales will follow. They are:
*What/How Much I Eat
*Adequate Water Intake
*How Much I Move
I've given myself a grade in each area just like a school report card.
I stated going in that I was planning to eat whatever was served in moderation since I had no idea what would be required of me. I knew that the church was providing food and that I had no control over what was brought. I only had control over what I ate.
I was most impressed by those generous individuals that brought meals. They all included fruits and green vegetables. Every meal that was brought was made at home. I was a little fearful of convenience foods, but there were none of those anywhere in sight. I ate what I felt like were moderate portions at each meal.
They also brought dessert, which is my nemesis! I've already mentioned the butterscotch brownies. I had additional desserts as well. Again, I had moderate amounts. I confess that I wanted more than I allowed myself. If I had let myself, I would have polished off the brownies and several other of the goodies around. I did not.
I felt like I ate like an normal average person.
For eating, I give myself a "C"
The first day that I was there all day was Wednesday. That was the day of the surgery. It was chaos that day. My 5 year old special needs nephew had seizures all day and felt bad. We spent a lot of the day with him laying on me while I laid on the couch. It was the only way he would calm and I was exhausted already so I did not mind. The thought of water never even crossed my mind. It was probably a good thing because I never would have had time to pee!!! I was thankful that I didn't have to plan and prepare meals for my other nephew. The second day the 5yo was much better and I was able to drink some water, but caring for him is a full time job. He gets fed through a feeding tube every 4 hours, plus various medications are administered throughout the day. On Thursday afternoon, my older nephew came home from school with a fever! I did not get a full 64 ounces in any day I was there.
For water, I give myself a "D"
I did not formally exercise at all while I was gone, however, I contend that I got in a major workout every day. On Thursday, I noticed that I was sore in my core. I realized right away that it was from carrying around my nephew. He weighs 30-35 lbs and had very little motor control It is like carrying around a 3 month old. He can't hold his head up for long, nor can he hold himself in an upright position. He is non-verbal and is not ambulatory. He can't use the potty either. I got plenty of exercise picking up that little fellow and carrying him around the house. My arms weren't quite a sore since I am used to carrying around a 20 lb baby girl. She can hold her head up and keep her back straight. It is amazing the difference that makes. I feel the best about this area. Even though it was unstructured, I got in a workout 24/7 for 5 days!
For exercise, I give myself an "A"
I think overall I did well and am pleased. I had a couple of NSVs while I was there which I'll share in a later post.