My Journal...My Journey....My Body...His Temple
Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 10:26 pm
My weight has been a hinderance through the years since I was 12 years old. I was the biggest kid in class(weight wise). I had the mean kids say things to my face, and I heard the snickers from the "popular kids" from that time until we graduated high school. Six long years of verbal abuse. I don't know how I got through it. Or did I?
I remember the tears I cried over the bad names they called me, but I smile and Thank God for those who stood up for me when I least expected it.
Because of my poor health when I was younger, I didn't have the strength/stamina to keep up with the other kids on the playground, or even friends in our neighborhood. I learned how to play alone....Grandma always had some art project for me to do, or paper dolls to play with...Something quiet.
Many years I spent behind a chair in the living room playing with my paper dolls, or on the back porch while grandma did laundry, doing a paint-by-number or coloring in a coloring book. Sometimes I'd play Barbie's with my baby sister, or baby dolls. But most times my safe place was behind that brown chair in the living room...No one bothered me, no one could be mean to me, no one could tell me that life would be better if I wasn't in the picture. It was just me, my paper dolls and whatever other project I was into.....and the quiet.
By the time I got into 12th grade, I was once again, the heaviest kid in my class. My size 20-plus jeans and nice blouses mom bought me didn't stop the "popular girls" from snickering....I heard them. I acted like I didn't. But when I got home from school on the afternoon bus, I'd run to my room many of those days and cry a river of tears-I hurt so bad. I couldn't figure out why people were so mean to me, when I'd never done anything bad to them.
Then, there was a guy my older brother was friends with. He was my first "older boy" crush. I was 18, just graduated from h.s., and wanted a boyfriend(cause others had boyfriends).....My younger sister told this guy that I liked him(I'd liked him since I was 8), and that I wanted to go out with him. He told her, "Peggy is nice...but I'm "not into" fat chicks, I'd rather date you!" She was pissed! She told him "If my sister is NOT good enough to go out with you, then neither am I!" It was the first time my baby sister stood up for me. I will never forget that as long as I live.
I have gone on the popular diet programs=spent lots of money on each one that promised I'd lose weight. One I gained 15 pounds on, even though I followed the program to the letter....they refused to believe me, and would not refund my money.....
I have lost the weight...regained back more.
I have bad eating habits, and this time in my life I need to get a grip on it. I miss those days of playing tennis for hours on end....or running on the beach...doing anything active. Hubby has reminded me in the past that he "misses the old me..the one who was physically active..."
And it has played a part in our physical relationship as well. I don't like what I see when I am naked...why would I think he would either? (My twisted way of thinking).
For a long time hubby has told me that he would buy me a whole new wardrobe if I lost the weight again. He said he misses that I don't dress up when we go out to eat....I've become so lax in how I dress, that tennis shoes are what on my feet most days and a pair of sweats and a tshirt in winter.
I used to love to get all "gussied up" when we dated. Hair was fixed, make-up looked good....clothes fit well, and I felt like a queen.....He put me on a pedestal, and I used to tease him "if you put me up any higher, I'm going to get a nose bleed"!
You wanna' know something? I miss that attention he used to give me. I want it back. I want our marriage back...I want our relationship back.....And I won't get it back if I don't start paying attention to myself and being brutally honest with how I am.
My hubby and I used to go bowling...used to do a lot of stuff on the weekend when we were dating. Now I don't even like to be seen in public, if I don't have to. Grocery shopping-I do it earlyyyy in the mornings, when the store has hardly anyone in them. I don't want people to see how I've let myself go.....and I don't want to feel like I have to make an excuse for why I look the way I do. It's just been easier to hide behind what I've let myself get to..and that is stopping. RIGHT HERE...RIGHT NOW.
Summer is coming. Our friends have cookouts. Everyone of the women who come with their hubbies who are friends with our friends, are in great shape. They all work at how they look. I start thinking "they must think I'm just a big ol' slob who eats all the time". Truth is...I don't eat all the time. I eat when I'm hungry....or i snack here and there. But it's about the choices of what I'm putting in my mouth that is keeping me from feeling better or losing weight.
Tomorrow I have to go grocery shopping. I am making up a list of better food choices, and I am going to stick to it. From this moment on, when I post I will be posting what I am eating...how often I am eating. Also I want to include the choices I've made from replacing one thing with another.
Thank You Lord for this program, and thank you Bren for bringing it here to Oasis. You have no idea how much this means to me. I can't wait to start posting my progress. Tonight was the 1st step. I've got a ways to go. But the thing different about this time, verses other times? I'm doing this "publically" and am allowing others to post their thoughts, prayers, cheers and ideas for me to see. We all need to be cheerleaders for each other. And our biggest cheerleader is God. HE WILL HELP US SUCCEED! AMEN
Daisy
I remember the tears I cried over the bad names they called me, but I smile and Thank God for those who stood up for me when I least expected it.
Because of my poor health when I was younger, I didn't have the strength/stamina to keep up with the other kids on the playground, or even friends in our neighborhood. I learned how to play alone....Grandma always had some art project for me to do, or paper dolls to play with...Something quiet.
Many years I spent behind a chair in the living room playing with my paper dolls, or on the back porch while grandma did laundry, doing a paint-by-number or coloring in a coloring book. Sometimes I'd play Barbie's with my baby sister, or baby dolls. But most times my safe place was behind that brown chair in the living room...No one bothered me, no one could be mean to me, no one could tell me that life would be better if I wasn't in the picture. It was just me, my paper dolls and whatever other project I was into.....and the quiet.
By the time I got into 12th grade, I was once again, the heaviest kid in my class. My size 20-plus jeans and nice blouses mom bought me didn't stop the "popular girls" from snickering....I heard them. I acted like I didn't. But when I got home from school on the afternoon bus, I'd run to my room many of those days and cry a river of tears-I hurt so bad. I couldn't figure out why people were so mean to me, when I'd never done anything bad to them.
Then, there was a guy my older brother was friends with. He was my first "older boy" crush. I was 18, just graduated from h.s., and wanted a boyfriend(cause others had boyfriends).....My younger sister told this guy that I liked him(I'd liked him since I was 8), and that I wanted to go out with him. He told her, "Peggy is nice...but I'm "not into" fat chicks, I'd rather date you!" She was pissed! She told him "If my sister is NOT good enough to go out with you, then neither am I!" It was the first time my baby sister stood up for me. I will never forget that as long as I live.
I have gone on the popular diet programs=spent lots of money on each one that promised I'd lose weight. One I gained 15 pounds on, even though I followed the program to the letter....they refused to believe me, and would not refund my money.....
I have lost the weight...regained back more.
I have bad eating habits, and this time in my life I need to get a grip on it. I miss those days of playing tennis for hours on end....or running on the beach...doing anything active. Hubby has reminded me in the past that he "misses the old me..the one who was physically active..."
And it has played a part in our physical relationship as well. I don't like what I see when I am naked...why would I think he would either? (My twisted way of thinking).
For a long time hubby has told me that he would buy me a whole new wardrobe if I lost the weight again. He said he misses that I don't dress up when we go out to eat....I've become so lax in how I dress, that tennis shoes are what on my feet most days and a pair of sweats and a tshirt in winter.
I used to love to get all "gussied up" when we dated. Hair was fixed, make-up looked good....clothes fit well, and I felt like a queen.....He put me on a pedestal, and I used to tease him "if you put me up any higher, I'm going to get a nose bleed"!
You wanna' know something? I miss that attention he used to give me. I want it back. I want our marriage back...I want our relationship back.....And I won't get it back if I don't start paying attention to myself and being brutally honest with how I am.
My hubby and I used to go bowling...used to do a lot of stuff on the weekend when we were dating. Now I don't even like to be seen in public, if I don't have to. Grocery shopping-I do it earlyyyy in the mornings, when the store has hardly anyone in them. I don't want people to see how I've let myself go.....and I don't want to feel like I have to make an excuse for why I look the way I do. It's just been easier to hide behind what I've let myself get to..and that is stopping. RIGHT HERE...RIGHT NOW.
Summer is coming. Our friends have cookouts. Everyone of the women who come with their hubbies who are friends with our friends, are in great shape. They all work at how they look. I start thinking "they must think I'm just a big ol' slob who eats all the time". Truth is...I don't eat all the time. I eat when I'm hungry....or i snack here and there. But it's about the choices of what I'm putting in my mouth that is keeping me from feeling better or losing weight.
Tomorrow I have to go grocery shopping. I am making up a list of better food choices, and I am going to stick to it. From this moment on, when I post I will be posting what I am eating...how often I am eating. Also I want to include the choices I've made from replacing one thing with another.
Thank You Lord for this program, and thank you Bren for bringing it here to Oasis. You have no idea how much this means to me. I can't wait to start posting my progress. Tonight was the 1st step. I've got a ways to go. But the thing different about this time, verses other times? I'm doing this "publically" and am allowing others to post their thoughts, prayers, cheers and ideas for me to see. We all need to be cheerleaders for each other. And our biggest cheerleader is God. HE WILL HELP US SUCCEED! AMEN
Daisy