I really felt like I'd had a good week. I'd eaten good healthy food and done as much exercise as I could. I'm disappointed to be sure. But, I'm not over the top about it. I had a good week. I made good choices. I can't control the scales.
Recently, I've been reading about women in my stage of life trying to lose weight. The old cut calories in and burn more calories just doesn't cut it. In fact, it can backfire (see above). The culprit is cortisol.
I can't explain it fully, but somehow estrogen helps keep cortisol in check. When estrogen decreases cortisol begins to wreak its ugly havoc. Cortisol is the stress hormone. It is released when we are under stress. So, the remedy is slow relaxing walks, warm baths, soothing massages, anything to decrease the cortisol. I can get behind that!
As counterintuitive as it sounds, I'm all about relaxing. Relaxing about how many calories or carbs something has. I know that an apple is a better choice than a cookie. Relaxing about how fast I can walk a mile. I'll just walk and enjoy it, or the Wii or whatever without trying to beat my personal best all the time.
Unfortunately for me and my cortisol level, my mother is moving this weekend. The emotion of it is catching up to me. I had a major meltdown in church on Sunday. As much as I tried to be discreet, people five rows back came to check on my after worship! I have cried every day since. I thought I was ready. But the reality of it staring in my face is another thing indeed.
My out of town sister and her daughter are flying in bright and early tomorrow morning. They will be here for a week. The movers come on Friday morning to get the big stuff. The new owner has given us until May 10 to get everything out. We don't think we'll need that long, but we're all criers. So, factoring that in, it could be a while!!! Actually, we think we'll have everything out of the house by Monday. My sister and niece are planning to stay a few more days to help my mother get settled.
On a happier note, my nephew's wife is due to have the baby tomorrow. She is waiting to go into labor so the baby may or may not arrive tomorrow. Now to get them moved here...
Anyway, I don't know how much I'll be around over the next few days. Don't fret if you miss me, and if you do miss me say a little prayer. I'm sure I'll need it.