IT'S THE BIGGEST LOSER SEASON FINALE!!!
Comfort Foods (and amazing former coworkers)
In the past 5 days since I’ve been home, I’ve realized very quickly that it’s not necessarily that I eat emotionally, but I eat because I’m bored. Because it’s something to do. A distraction. While you sit around waiting to find out how advanced your dad’s cancer is, eating is easy. And not massive fattening meals, just mindless snacks. All the time. I have not been hungry ONE TIME since I’ve gotten here. Not once. But I have eaten pretty much consistently.
This morning after the surgery, (btw - it went well and there’s only one mass left to remove), I realized that this is long term and I can’t keep snacking to distract myself from life. When we got home from the hospital, I received an Edible Arrangements fruit basket from six of my former coworkers and friends, including Genna.
Not only was it so kind and made me and my mom cry that they had sent something all the way to Arkansas, but it was so THOUGHTFUL. They know me, they know my healthy lifestyle and they have always been such amazing supporters of my journey. Instead of sending cookies or baked goods or even flowers, they sent me something that would help me in a difficult time. Because of them, I feel both loved and excited for my next snack.
December 8, 2009
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A sweet fruit basket was delivered to my parent’s home from a few of my favorite former coworkers
December 7, 2009
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Its hard to eat healthy when your football player brother eats ben and jerrys by the gallon
Unstoppable
- Dad: Hey-I'm in recovery. Where to for breakfast?
- Me: Um...you just had a colonoscopy. Maybe you should head home.
- Dad: We're going to Delicious Temptations. Meet us there in 15.
- Me: Are you sure?
- Dad: Kendyl, they make those rules for the weak. I mean, I could even drive IF I WANTED TO. See you there.
December 6, 2009
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If you can’t have Chipotle, Moe’s is the next best thing. Hanging out with my little brother and Abby.
#1 Thing You Don't See Running in Manhattan
8 deer frolicking across your pathway.
(Side note - I read a quote yesterday that said time will never come for exercise, you have to make it. So I got up this morning and ran 4 miles with no excuses.
Side note #2 - To everyone who has emailed, reblogged or commented with advice and prayers and encouragement. Thank You. I ran solely because of your encouragement this morning.)
Cancer and Calories
I have not exercised since Thursday.
I have eaten nothing but crap since I left New York.
When you find out your father has cancer, it’s very hard to count calories. It’s even harder not to stuff your face with them to stop the tears.
Fear
Yesterday, I started to write a post about how my biggest fear is that I will go back to what I was before. I ran out of time and it’s a good thing. Because today, that seems ridiculous.
Today, my biggest fear is much bigger than weight, or food, or exercise. And it puts my selfish little goals into perspective.
I’ll be MIA for the next few days as I’m going home to spend some time with my family. I can’t promise I’ll count calories, but I’m going to work hard to not eat my emotions.
Loving the gym buddy advice.
(via divinesecrets)
Gym buddies are great for holding you accountable and getting your ass out of bed on cold, dark mornings.
She’ll be like your wingman, to give you that little boost of confidence in a new class and protect you from the scary instructors.
True story - When I started this journey to healthy living almost 2 years ago, I was too nervous/intimidated to join a New York gym alone. Thanks to Genna, my new coworker who conveniently lived next door, we joined together. We tried a hip-hop class and the treadmill and the elliptical together. It made it so much easier. Even when she didn’t come, (which was often…she hates indoor gyms), just knowing that I had a hypothetical gym friend helped.
Now I have Janice. She signs me up for class when I’m running late, she sets out my equipment, she shares her water, she loans me her brush when I forget mine. We stand up to the gym bullies TOGETHER. We suck up to the teachers TOGETHER. We check out cute boys TOGETHER. We encourage each other, we challenge each other, we hold each other accountable. There are a LOT of mornings when I’d rather stay in bed, but knowing that I’m letting her down makes me get up and get there. My journey is still about me, but I wouldn’t be able to do it as well without her.
It's been 11 minutes of the Biggest Loser...
and I’m already sobbing.
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I'm notorious for starting something and stopping as soon as I see progress. This is my attempt to finish something I started too long ago. Thoughts? Email me at kendyl [dot] wright [at] gmail.com. You can also follow me on twitter @klynnw.
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