Seeing the gain on the scale Saturday morning really pissed me off. It sparked a fire under me and lit me up. I have not come this far to fall down now!
Consider me back…100%, firing-on-all-cylinders, full-speed-ahead back!
Last night I did an Insanity Max 30 workout, and I was dripping with sweat by the time I finished. It’s the kind of workout where my stepson likes to inform me that I stink, ha ha. Hell yeah, the sweet smell of hard work and fat cells dying 🙂
I am back to logging my food too. No more assuming I am staying under calories. I want to see it in black and white and stay accountable for what I am eating and drinking.
No more screwing around, no more half-assing, and certainly no more gains. I won’t tolerate it. I am moving forward at top speed and not stopping until I have reached my goal.
More good news, not weight loss related, but important to me: my younger stepdaughter has been struggling in one of her classes, and she has gotten Fs on her last few quizzes. This past weekend, we spent quite a bit of time preparing for her test this week. I explained the lessons, and we reviewed until she seemed comfortable with the material and could answer questions about it easily. Well, she took her test yesterday, and she got an A! I practically jumped up and down when I saw her grade. I knew she could do a lot better than she was.
As happy as I was, I also felt sad. There was nothing magical about my teaching, as much as I’d like to pat myself on the back and pretend I missed my calling as a teacher. It was simply someone taking the time to sit down with her and help her understand the class work. I have no problem at all working with the kids on school work, and I know my husband doesn’t either. He has sat at the table, helping with projects and assignments, as much as he can.
That is the problem. As much as we can is maybe a few days a month, tops. We are not with the kids every night, following up on school work, helping with homework, explaining what isn’t being understood. Unfortunately, neither is anyone else when they are not with us.
Helping my stepdaughter with her school work was not a chore, or drudgery, or punishment. I enjoyed helping her learn and understand, and seeing her 100% on that test made me so proud of her and happy. She worked hard, and she earned every bit of that A.
It makes me sad that other people in the kids’ lives don’t feel the same way. What else could the kids accomplish, dream for, and reach for, if they were encouraged and pushed all the time, not just when they are home with us?
Sweat & Sparkle 
Glad to see you are 100% back on track. Im sure your step daughter was appreciative of your help. Its sad their mother doesnt work with them like you and your husband do.
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