Well I wasn't back for very long now was I...

I haven't written a single thing on here for over a year and I am ashamed!  About a month or so after my last post, I got really sick and gave up working out and once the weather got warm, life got busy.  I went walking as much as I could, and then stress set in. My husband injured himself on the job last summer and he was on short term leave because of it which put us in an awful financial drought. We were not able to catch up on things and I eventually decided to move back to my parents house until we got back on our feet. Seven months later I am still very much overweight and stressed as ever.  Living with my parents is incredibly stressful and I'm sure that I put a lot of it on myself. Meals were 99% of the time separate. My Dad, Step mom, and brothers would have their meals, and me, Joe and our sunshine would have ours either before or after.  Cooking and making meals in that time of situation becomes hectic and I felt like I was imposing all of the time... so there was a lot more eating out and eating unhealthy.  I actually gained weight by the time we moved out after losing weight when I began taking online college courses last fall (lots of homework = less time to eat).

We are now in an apartment... 3rd floor walk-up... so that should burn some calories that weren't being burned before.  I also had my first "freezer cooking" meal prep session this past weekend. Made about 7 crockpot meals, a few things to go in the oven, some meat for the grill, and about 28 twice baked potato halves.  That should not only help with money, but with portion control as well, it also helps shave down some time everyday when I would be spending that time making dinner... which makes for a more relaxed wife/mommy.

While moving to the new place I had quite a bit of reality thrown in my face as my sister's boyfriend was helping us move and while doing so, photo albums and random pictures were popping up from 6+ years ago and all I kept hearing was little comments about how he couldn't believe I was every that skinny, shocked that I ever looked that pretty, he didn't really believe my family about the amount of weight I've actually gained, and then as my husband and I were joking around... just me and him... where I made a comment about having a ghetto booty which is an inside joke between the two of us... this guy chimed in to say, "yea, your butt is pretty big" and then walked away... not even joking.  Not sure if there has ever been a day that I felt worse about myself than that day.  

I hope to be back on track with weight-loss soon...
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