Five Minute Friday – Grasp

Every Friday a lovely group of people get together with one topic from the mind of Lisa Jo.  They put fingers to keys and write for 5 minutes straight.  No corrections.  Just 5 honest minutes from the heart.

So I have set my timer, cleared my head, for five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right.

Here’s my 5-minutes on: Grasp

 

Sometimes we get lucky

Other times we just miss out

One of the hardest has been to find you

To stand so close, yet be so far apart

A double edged sword to live by daily

 

Like granules of warm golden sand

My love slips through your open fingers

And falls silently to the ground

Gently rejected, unable to be

The timing out of my grasp

 

 

Now it’s your turn:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

And We Have to Start Again

What a two weeks it has been with more to come.  Both my children (aged 7 and 9) have tested positive for whooping cough and my life (aka diet) had just gone on hold in a blur of coughing fits, fevers, vomit, laundry, doctors, medicine, sleep deprivation and quarantine.

We are into day two of a five day quarantine and although I have tried my diet has fallen apart quite a bit.  I am eating two meals a day – I try to have one good one and by the end of the day I am so tired that carbs are hitting the system.  I wasn’t even able to weigh in this week as I have had Lara home all week off school and James also off for three out of the five days.  I get between 2-5 hours broken sleep a night and frankly if anyone told me to stay on the diet I would just punch them in the nose.  I am trying to be as good as I can under the circumstances and have resigned myself to basically starting again.  I also can’t get to the gym at the moment either.

But I have not given up – I will just start again. Frustrating and depressing but that is what I have to do. Just let me get one decent nights sleep first and I am not quite sure when that will be.  Soon I hope.

 

Five Minute Friday – Wide

Every Friday a lovely group of people get together with one topic from the mind of Lisa Jo.  They put fingers to keys and write for 5 minutes straight.  No corrections.  Just 5 honest minutes from the heart.

So I have set my timer, cleared my head, for five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right.

Here’s my 5-minutes on: Wide

A Child’s Innocence

The loss of innocence of a child happens in many ways:

When they find out that you lied (with the best of intentions) and Santa and the Tooth Fairy were just Mum or Dad tip toeing around at night.

When hormones overtake them and your daughter, whilst still so young, technically has a body capable of bearing a child.

When a child has its innocence ripped from them with unspeakable acts forced upon them.

Last night I saw my son lose a childhood innocence. His father, when he and I separated, chose to go to the USA for work and by the time he comes back he will have been away for the best part of a year. To a child who has just had his parents split this must have seemed like the ultimate desertion.

And no, ex-husband, this is not a bitter ex-wife speaking.  Last night your beautiful son turned to me whilst watching a particular item on TV about a child and their father and he said to me “I don’t have a Dad”.

My heart cracked open a mile wide and my arms opened wider still as I took my son in my arms and surrounded him with the love that he needed and deserved.

Now it’s your turn:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

I Will Do It

My Darling Little Girl

To all my dear friends, followers and supporters on Tracey Interrupted –  I am still around.  My little seven year old daughter, Lara, is really sick at the moment with almost a type of whooping cough that is so much worse at night.  She coughs, chokes and vomits whilst she is sleeping so I have been watching over her at night and am only getting a few broken hours sleep each night.  I am just too tired to write any posts right now.

I did get weighed yesterday and sadly stayed the same.  I was proud of myself up till right now that with all the sleep loss I hadn’t broken my diet.  Shamefully just today I ate some carbs :(  - I feel  so rotten and tired. Just unbelievably tired and also depressed.  I think it is the sleep deprivation.  Interestingly the carbs didn’t taste very good anyway. I think guilt has a way of souring it so what is the point of having them?  I do understand though that I am looking for a pick me up/energy through eating them but it is short lived and really not worth the shame I feel at having had them.

But I am going to continue the changes I am making with myself and say “Ok Tracey, you did manage to last four days with little sleep and stuck to it. You have slipped but don’t throw the baby out with the bath water.  Make your next meal a good one again and continue on”.

See – I am learning to become a new Tracey.  This is lifestyle changing – breaking years of eating and thinking habits.  I.  AM.  GOING.  TO.  DO.  IT.

The Scars We Leave On Others

This is a post I have been wanting to write for some time. In fact I had started a political blog a couple of months ago and was going to put this post on there but the fit didn’t feel right. Then the opportunity came up for my surgery and I made the decision to devote this time to me and parked the political blog for a bit and created this one.  Now I have the perfect vehicle for this post.

One day I read online a little story.  It could be a true story (I think it is) or it could be an urban myth.  It really doesn’t matter which it is as the message within is valid irrespective.

A teacher in New York was teaching her class about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform. She had the children take a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stamp on it and really mess it up but do not rip it. Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty is was. She then told them to tell it they’re sorry. Now even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it. That is what happens when a child bully’s another child, they may say they’re sorry but the scars are there forever. The looks on the faces of the children in the classroom told her the message hit home. Pass it on or better yet, if you’re a parent or a teacher, do it with your child/children.

What got me thinking about this fabulous exercise was as we grow into adulthood we hope that most of us will leave any bullying traits in childhood, and obviously some sad individuals don’t. But thank goodness the majority of us do grow up or do we just change the way in which we leave scars on people?

I know at times we deliberately seek to hurt others and we must live with our own judgement on the rightness and wrongness of those actions. But how often have we uttered careless or unthinking words towards a recipient completely unaware of the impact those words have made; the potential scars they have left?  Sit for a moment and think back to your childhood.  Is there something or things that your parents said to you that may have seemed innocuous at the time but you still remember to this day.  It is more than likely a scar that was left. That is why you can remember it.

One of the comments I remember the most was my mother asking me as a 22/23 year old “What did I have to show for my life”.  When I asked what did she mean I was told because my sister (18 months younger than me) had a house and I didn’t.  That was another huge scar in the breakdown of the relationship with my parents. As I said to her “You would really judge me as a person and the value of my life as to whether I have a house or not?”  Was it an unthinking statement or deliberately designed to hurt?  I think probably the former.

We, as in society as a whole, I believe are quite irresponsible overall with our communication to ourselves and as a consequence also to others. How much thought is put into things that are said that could have a unnecessary impact, create an irreversible  scar? Too often the mouth is opened before the brain is put into gear. Is it laziness, is it lack of being taught, is it just the way we are?  I certainly think the parent has a big responsibility to teach a child this lesson and the ball of crumpled paper is a great method.  I have done it with my two children and will do so again as the message doesn’t always sink in the first time. But it is also laziness and lack of self responsibility.  We need to take ownership for what we say.  No one forces what comes out of our mouths, it is voluntary.

People often confuse the concept of freedom as meaning having a lack of responsibility. In fact the truth is in the reverse.  True freedom is freedom with responsibility not from it. And the same is true with communication.  Communication is how the world functions on every level.  Literally nothing can happen without it in some form. So we have a responsibility to ensure the communication we give is accurate and presented in the correct format for the circumstances.  That doesn’t mean for example that a child cannot be told off when being naughty.  What it does mean is the words used should be considered carefully. There doesn’t need to be generalizations such as “You are always so naughty” or “Your sister doesn’t think like that, why do you?”.

The reason I wanted to write the post was when I read the crumpled paper article it reminded of the scars that my ex-long distance boyfriend recently left on me.  He would regularly say he was worried he would be attracted to me because of my weight. At one point I asked him if he could stop saying that as it was feeding my own fear of that exact thing and impacting on the relationship.  His reply was “I am just being honest with you”. Did he have to say it in exactly that way? Was there any self introspection and responsibility from him of how it might impact in my world; the scars it could and did leave on me?

I think of the scars that people like Craig and my parents have left on me and some of them hurt so badly that I do wonder have I done that to others?  I am sure I have but I am trying to be more conscious; take more self-responsibility.  Just today I purposefully held back communication to someone so as not to hurt them or to cause discomfort in their world.  I wanted to say some things so much that it literally hurt me not to say them but my own pain was outweighed by not wanting to leave a scar on them.  That is also communication.  The art of recognizing within yourself when it is better not to communicate.

Can you think of scars that you have perhaps, unknowingly at the time, left on others?

 

Wandering Thoughts

It is me.  The long lost dieter.  Hi everyone !  I am still around.  I still seem to be lost in my thoughts and emotions.  It is the weirdest sensation and I still can’t put my finger on what is going on in my head.  I am sure you are keen to know how things are going so here is an update:

I started at the gym last week and gosh it is good to be back there. I truly love the gym and could spend far more time there than I do.  My body is having a bit of struggle as I fell over a few weeks ago and really hurt my knee and that is giving me quite a bit of pain after each gym session but I will not stop.  I love the sensation of pushing myself physically, I enjoy the sweating  (I mean the “glowing” that females do) and as I walk out the door if my body would let me I would turn around and go back straight in there again. My goal is four times per week and I go straight after I have dropped the kids at school as it is just around the corner and really gives me no excuse as I am already out in the car.

In terms of the diet I am struggling there to get a good balance.  I haven’t been really naughty, in fact hardly naughty.  I would call it 99.5% good.  I did eat I think 5 potato crisps when James had a packet of them – the smell of chicken chips drove me insane.  That was all until last night :(  We went out visiting and ended up staying for dinner.  They ordered pizza. (Yes, I can hear the winces and groans already).  And yes, I had some.

I know, I felt soooooooo bad. I was starving and to sit there and watch everyone eat whilst I had nothing was too hard. Not sure how to handle that as I wasn’t expecting to stay for dinner.  The good thing is I tried to make up for it today with some extra work at the gym.

The dietitian has actually taken me off the 3x shakes per day as she thinks the whey was causing my nausea since I don’t drink milk at all.  Certainly since I stopped the shakes I have not had the nausea so I suspect that was the case. But the dietitian was meant to have emailed me a new low calorie diet (600 calories per day) and I haven’t got it yet.  I need to chase it up but am just lost in this weird wee world. So instead I have been doing a mix of not eating all day and then having a salad with tuna or chicken at night as she recommended.  I do need to sort that again with the nurse at the weigh in on Thursday.

So things I hope are still doing OK. I am very much noticing my clothes starting to hang on me differently and that excites me. The ladies who read this will relate to this bit – I have noticed my boobs starting to look more prominent (help I am blushing as I type this) but it makes me feel more feminine each time I look down (OK am now laughing helplessly).  I mean what is the point of having large breasts if you can’t see them properly.  (Geeze, did I just type this? Oh well, honesty was what I promised :)  A side effect of losing weight is  that my breasts will get smaller so I may as well enjoy the view for a bit. No one else is :)

Five Minute Friday – Focus

That time of the week is here again where us crazy people sit down for five minutes of writing anarchy with a chosen word by Tales from a Gypsy Mama. No planning, no first, second or third drafts. Just writing as it comes out of our fingertips and thoughts.  Someday’s it is pretty, someday’s it is interesting.  Mine today is just ugly. The word for this round is:  Focus.

START

Focus

Why do the words that are given each week seem so pertinent to my life?

Focus.

Wow.

I haven’t been able to focus enough to even get my fingers typing for this exercise till Sunday.

My thoughts and emotions are so scattered I feel I have absolutely no focus.

As most of you who read my blog realize that I am on a new journey of weight loss with almost guaranteed success this time and hand in hand with that prospect is the mental and emotional journey I am on.

I go to type the next sentence and my fingers halt over the keyboard as once again I become lost in my thoughts.

I am not sleeping at night, I find myself staring into space during the day.

I really have no idea what is happening to me right now except that I have lost focus in so many areas.

It is like my body is functioning (barely) on a level where I do the tasks that have to be done to allow my children and I to survive but my thoughts are scattered.

Scattered, twisted, turning inside out.

I can’t pinpoint any one particular thing that is wrong, that is right.

I need to buy eggs and milk today.

I keep forgetting.

Focus.

I have none right now and this is not a pretty writing exercise today.

Thank goodness the alarm just went off.

 

END.

My Second Weight Loss

LilySlim Weight loss tickers

Yesterday was weigh in day at the clinic.  I only had six days in between weigh ins this week so I guess I was a little over hopeful.  I had really wanted to lose 6kg as that would have me half way there in two weeks. Instead I lost 3.6kgs.  That does mean I am 41% of the way there to my target loss of 35kg so I can have the gastric sleeve operation. Maybe November is not such an unachievable goal after all. That would mean losing just under 3kg every week for the next seven weeks. Hmmmm.  Maybe do-able.

My reaction to the weight loss is unusual for me.  I have no joy or exhilaration. I felt such a lack of anything I couldn’t even bring myself to write this post till the day after the weigh in and even now I find it hard to type.  Why? I am not sure.

I do know this is the most emotional diet/weight loss I have ever experienced in all the times I have dieted. I think that is because all the other times I have tried I have given up most times after a week.  The amount I have had to lose has just always seemed insurmountable.  A target I couldn’t possibly hope to achieve so why start?  And of course as I gave up the guilt, the shame and the self loathing fell on me adding to the guilt and shame of all those past failures.

I think I have now lost the most weight on one diet than I ever lost from all the other diets. The huge difference this time is that I am viewing the whole process in stages which seems more achievable. The first stage is getting rid of the 35kg so I can have the operation.  Stage two is the actual op and the initial 6 week phase post-op when my diet is liquid only. The stage three is where the new patterns for life have to be laid down as I start to eat normal food, get an exercise routine and deal with the head issues that I know (fear) will come.

I have a lot more to say on the subject but my thoughts and emotions are all muddled but I know I will write more when I am ready on this. On another positive note I rejoined the gym today and start tomorrow.  Another thing for my tough love supporters to keep me on my toes with :)