As we do, Kelly and I (& Dorothea), join forces in a time of need and become BFF's on steroids. When I got the call about my Uncle Pat, one of the very first things that I did was to text Kelly. "Kelly call me". Three simple words. That was all she needed to read to put her Super Friend costume on. The backlight of my phone had not even blacked out before my phone was ringing. I mean, when someone wants you to call instead of text, you know its gotta be big, right? Kelly and Dorothea were in route to my Aunt's house before I had even packed my stuff up at work. Immediately following his passing when the close family gathered, there was no question if it was appropriate for them to join us. They are my people. They are my family's people.
After a few moments of sullen pleasantries (sp), we had come to the conclusion that it was time we found something to eat. Now, we know I am a stress/emotional eater. Diet disaster was brewing. All that I wanted was pizza but oh no no no, not on Kelly's watch. At 9:30 p.m., they escorted me past Venice Pizza to the Double T Diner. It didn't taste like pizza but an eggwhite and veggie omelet with a side of turkey bacon was just what the Personal Trainer ordered. It is amazing how when you start off on the right foot, the rest just follows. It all just starts with one step. For breakfast, I made myself a huge plate of yummy-ness and still stayed right on plan. (Note to self: Lori, you owe your mother a dozen of eggs.). When I put my plate in the sink, there was a weird feeling of relief. I had done it! I got through a time of crisis without chocolate or cheese. That is what you call A-mazing. Taking it day by day, meal by meal... it pays off and the results pop up in the most unexpected ways some times. I learned today that I no longer fit in ANY of my mom's dresses. They had always been an option for me in a pinch. It made me do a little dance inside to hear Amy say... "Ummm she is way too skinny-minnie now for any of these.". My dance quickly came to a halt when I realized that I needed to go $hopping.
So food wise, I was good to go. I had it under control. 14 hours later and I am just polishing off my last eggwhite. I rock! What about the heavy heart and sadness? What was I to do with that? This week has been an emotional roller coaster and I all wanted to do was go to my old standby. Fight Club and Sex in the City movie marathon. I needed a good angry cry. As I was driving down 695 towards my couch, I got a text from Kelly. She thought that hitting the gym would do me good. The only second thought I had about that was whether I should use Mapquest or Google Maps to find her gym. I am sure it was user error but I got lost anyhow. She was absolutely right. A good sweat and grunt was exactly what I needed. (I know what you are thinking. Dirty! I thought it too but remember, I am single now.). She even taught me some new stuff with the barbell. I walked out of the gym feeling great! So great in fact, that I managed to get Xavy to rearrange his evening in order to train with me a tiny bit. Training again felt like another 150lbs of weight off of my shoulders. Technically it was less then that but who is counting? I am sure he could have done without the workout buddy on the verge of tears every set but he will survive.
So my grieving process has changed in deed. Far less calories in the bank at the end of the day thats for sure. I just needed a little nudge in the right direction but knowing that now, I can keep on trucking.
Don't go thinking that Kelly was the only one in this story that saved the day. The unsung heros are all of you who commented/called/text/messaged me with love and support. To Jen and Holly, thank you for being at my fingertips with the constant check-ins and offers. None of that goes unnoticed. I am so thankful to have created this sorta circle of friends.
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| Some sorta JerkSquat thingy that Kelly had me doing! |
You are amazing.
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