Mary Weaver is on weight loss journey with HMR, a clinically monitored weight management program through Sarah Bush Lincoln, and is sharing her experience with our community. She resides in Neoga with her husband, Ray.
Whoa…another week almost gone. Tomorrow is weigh-in day. I was able to stay on program. You are all probably tired of hearing that, but this is such a good program.
When I signed up, I really thought that the classes were going to be a waste of MY precious TIME, but I was wrong. I look forward to the group and hearing how the week went. Our leader, Kristina, is very nice and understanding. She does a good job of “feeding” you information that is easy to “digest” and you don’t gain a single ounce. There are six people in my group and half are Sarah Bush Lincoln employees. One lady drives from east of Rantoul. She told me she finds the drive worth the while. She is more experimental with the products and has even made cookies from the cereal and vanilla shake mix. I might try it sometime, but the shakes are so easy.
I dropped something in my lap on the way to work today. I looked down, and hey, I got a lap. I sucked in and noticed I had even more lap. It is little things that make me happy. My next goal will be to go to a smaller size in uniforms. I wear scrubs and they have a band around the back of the neck color coding your size. I started out maroon, XXL, then went to blue, XL, but the other day I got into green, LG. Don’t get too happy for me, because when I looked in the mirror, the top looked as tight as an iron lung. So the green size will come sometime down the road. My blood pressure this evening was 105/48. Tomorrow I see my APN, Kim, so maybe I can get rid of the other half of my blood pressure medication.
Writing this is therapeutic for me and getting your feedback means a lot. My cousin, Mark, pointed out that had I been the rider on Beauty, I would have been in a heap of trouble, as he could do no wrong at Mom and Dad Woolever’s. I do remember getting a few licks when he didn’t, but I love him anyway.
We are a strange lot to have noses that run and feet that smell.
I am In The Box.