What's Going On?

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A few weeks ago I posted that I was sure that I had gained weight...but when I got on the scale I was pleasantly surprised that I had lost a few pounds! This morning I was absolutely sure that I would see a drop on the scale. My jeans were feeling slightly looser, I was noticing a definite difference in my lower tummy (the baby pooch, I call it), I had been adhering to Atkins really well, and...nothing. Well actually not just nothing, I was up a pound! 203.1. Grrrrr.

On the Atkins message boards I see lots of people posting that they try not to look at the scale, but focus on their shape and how their clothes fit. But I just don't get it. If my clothes are feeling looser and the baby pooch is definitely flatter, then why wouldn't a difference show on the scale? Is it simply water retention? But if so, where is the water parking itself on me? Or pooling itself on me, I should say.

So I took an update photo, just to convince myself that I'm not going crazy. I can surely see …

Family Dinners

Growing up, my family did not sit down to family dinners. Ever. My parents' marriage was basically over from the time I was pretty young, and the only reason they stayed together was for me. Lots of people do that, and it may or may not be good for their kids. Let's just say it was not good for me...kids are not stupid, and I knew their marriage was kablooey from the time I was in 5th grade.

Anyway, we never sat down to family meals because my parents rarely talked to each other. They never fought, just didn't talk. If we were to have dinners together, that would require actual conversation! My dinners were usually spent eating by myself in my room, watching TV.

Needless to say, it was a silent, uncomfortable, lonely way to grow up. My friends didn't like coming over very often, because they thought it was creepy and called it "The House of Silence." I would go over to their houses instead.

Going into parenthood, I was determined NOT to do it that way. Study after study after study has shown that sitting down to regular meals brings everyone closer together, reduces anxiety, raises likelihood of success in school, cuts down on teen drug use and other risky behavior, etc. Even if the conversation is tense and arguments occur...at least the family is communicating. If something is wrong with one of the family members, it can be recognized and dealt with.

Getting everyone in our family to sit down together every night is not possible. My stepdaughters are with us 50% of the time, my stepson is away at university, and my 17-year-old (JS) doesn't even get home from practice until 9pm, three nights a week. But we do the best we can. I'll stay up late and eat with JS to check in with him about his day, Friday nights are always pizza and movie nights, and the rest of the week is ad-hoc. But I'd estimate that we're able to make it about 70% of the time. This picture is one of our family faves...make your own fajita night! it works for the vegetarians, low-carbers, and those who eat everything.

And it's so worth it. Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we argue, sometimes one of us had a bad day and needs to vent...but at least we're together and my husband and I can keep tabs on how are kids are doing, mentally and emotionally.

And I don't blame my parents. They did the best they could, and I know they did it out of love for me.


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