Guess what???
I'm back to my BGW. That is, my "before grief weight."
I'm not sure I've explained why it is I've started this healthier lifestyle. A few things happened. First of all, my father found out he had stage 4 lung cancer in Aug of 2006. By Nov 2007, he had died of the disease. I lived with my parents at the time.
I also switch jobs in the middle of his sickness, from 3 fairly active jobs -- one at Old Navy, one as a tutor and one in a library. All three jobs kept me moving often, walking about, never sitting for long at one place or another. Then I got a full time job in the business world as a merchandising assistant (mostly I wrote and edited copy). This involved sitting in a grey cubicle all day long for 40 hours a week, not to mention the 45- one a half hour drive to get there and back every day, sitting in gawdawful Rte 128 traffic. On top of all that, I had started graduate school.
Between the sedentary job, the sedentary grad school work (an MFA in creative writing, lots of sitting and typing and reading) and the grief of watching a family member get sicker and sicker, I started to gain weight.
Then when Dad got really sick, people came by with pie, sweets, comfort food, beer, & wine, just about every night. And that's what I'd eat, after the long day. Two Sam Adams, some pie and some baked ziti. Glass of wine, 2 chocolate chip cookies, cheese and crackers. Etc., etc.
By the time Dad had passed, the holidays came. Then I got weird stomach problems (a little like this time around, but this time around isn't as debilitating...), then I got laid off from my boring job (stress!!) and by the time everything was said and done, there was about 12 pairs of pants I no longer fit into. Pants that I really really liked, too.
So, that's why I started this healthier lifestyle, in hopes of having more energy, to find a new job and finish this last bit of school work. And to fit back into my beloved pants.
Guess what happened today? Story in the next post...
I'm back to my BGW. That is, my "before grief weight."
I'm not sure I've explained why it is I've started this healthier lifestyle. A few things happened. First of all, my father found out he had stage 4 lung cancer in Aug of 2006. By Nov 2007, he had died of the disease. I lived with my parents at the time.
I also switch jobs in the middle of his sickness, from 3 fairly active jobs -- one at Old Navy, one as a tutor and one in a library. All three jobs kept me moving often, walking about, never sitting for long at one place or another. Then I got a full time job in the business world as a merchandising assistant (mostly I wrote and edited copy). This involved sitting in a grey cubicle all day long for 40 hours a week, not to mention the 45- one a half hour drive to get there and back every day, sitting in gawdawful Rte 128 traffic. On top of all that, I had started graduate school.
Between the sedentary job, the sedentary grad school work (an MFA in creative writing, lots of sitting and typing and reading) and the grief of watching a family member get sicker and sicker, I started to gain weight.
Then when Dad got really sick, people came by with pie, sweets, comfort food, beer, & wine, just about every night. And that's what I'd eat, after the long day. Two Sam Adams, some pie and some baked ziti. Glass of wine, 2 chocolate chip cookies, cheese and crackers. Etc., etc.
By the time Dad had passed, the holidays came. Then I got weird stomach problems (a little like this time around, but this time around isn't as debilitating...), then I got laid off from my boring job (stress!!) and by the time everything was said and done, there was about 12 pairs of pants I no longer fit into. Pants that I really really liked, too.
So, that's why I started this healthier lifestyle, in hopes of having more energy, to find a new job and finish this last bit of school work. And to fit back into my beloved pants.
Guess what happened today? Story in the next post...