Aug 21, 2017

Small Goals

As you can see, I have made a few changes to my design layout. 
I still plan on working on my weight of course, because that will always be a huge topic. 
But, now that I have two littles and a husband, its not all about me any more. 
So, Happily Holland it is. 

I like a quick fix. Instant gratification. 
Hence why I have had two weight loss surgeries. 
I have zero patience, when I want something, I want it like yesterday. 
And this is about 85% of the reason that I give up after about one day of trying to lose weight. 
Another reason would be that I am constantly hungry. A hour after eating I already feel like I am withering away.
I think one of my biggest issues is fear.
Fear of failure, mostly. Or maybe fear of succeeding and then failing again?
I was talking to a friend today about why we can't just get our stuff together and do what needs to be done. What deep seeded issues are we holding onto? I am trying to get to the root of mine. Obviously I have experienced my fair share of 'trauma', and clearly have issues. Retraining your brain to do something that you have done almost every day of your whole life seems impossible. The whole line "You can't teach an old dog new tricks", rains true in this situation. I can wake up thinking I am 100% going to eat healthy today, and then literally five seconds later I am in the drive thru to get donuts. Like I forgot that I was supposed to be eating egg whites and turkey bacon. Then I realize what I have done after I have stuffed myself with donut holes and pigs in a blanket. By this point of course, its wayyy too late to start eating healthy. I mean my whole day is ruined, it won't count. And the only day to start is on a Monday, so Ill just restart next Monday. Do you know how many times "I'll start Monday" has come out of my mouth? Because I don't.
 I feel like that is so relatable to so many people.

^ I mean they've made memes about it.
What I am slowly starting to learn is that, you really don't have to start on a Monday.
I know, blasphemy.
I can hardly believe it myself.
But, this time, I "started" on a Wednesday.
I am not going to lie, I am taking Phentermine. It had never worked for me in the past, but I thought why not give it another go. And let me tell you my experience so far.
I get hungry, but never to the point of I want to eat the whole house.
And when I do eat, I don't really eat a lot. I stay full for a little longer than usual. I don't constantly think about food, I have had one or two cravings, but they go away. Before these past couple of weeks, I would think about whatever it was that I was craving, it would literally engulf my mind. And I HAD to have it.
Now I don't know if this is the medicine working, or if its the relief that I have felt of finally admitting out loud how I truly felt about my past. Or, it could be both.
Food has been my absolute crutch for everything. There have been so many times where I have had a bad day at work, or just at home that I tell my husband I don't care what you eat tonight, but I NEED to have blah blah blah. Food is literally my Xanax.
Nothing makes me feel better than food, and nothing makes me feel worse. I am strong person, I have dealt with and been through some shit that no person should ever have to deal with, especially at such a young age. I think I turned to food because I could control it in a sense. Like it wouldn't let me down. I mean when does cheese fries EVER let anyone down? I now realize that food controls me. I see so many people out there who judge people for being bigger, "just stop eating all the fatty foods, work out, blah blah blah." When you have an addiction, its not that easy to just quiet it. There are so many drug addicts and alcoholics that relapse, most more than once or twice. You can sit there and say that food is no comparison to a drug addiction, but you obviously don't have an eating addiction.
You don't need drugs and alcohol to survive, but you do need food.
Currently, I am living in constant fear that I will cave and forget that I am trying to make changes for the better. TERRIFIED.
I am terrified of myself. I am terrified of every single fast food restaurant I pass, of every piece of junk food in this house.
I went to get my hair cut today in Fort Worth, which we all know has way better eating options than Cleburne or Joshua. I had to just keep my eyes straight.
My amazing counselor said that it is okay to have certain things. That I should be able to eat whatever I want, just in moderation. And I agree, but my mind doesn't know moderation. And if I try moderation, I just end up going down hill.
Now, don't let me fool you. I'm not eating baked chicken and broccoli. I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with Cheetos for lunch today, which is a heck of a lot better than a buttery jack and a large curly fry. I still have not binged. I think that is what my main focus is right now. I have to take it one step at a time. Jumping in all at once just sets me up for failure. The two steps that I take forward, will turn into 20 steps back. It seems when I make progress and lose about 5 pounds, I will turn around and gain about 15 within a month. A MONTH. No part of that is healthy.
Trying to find a balance when you're a mother is extremely hard. My childrens needs ALWAYS come before mine. I make sure they are taken care of before I do anything with myself. I look like a homeless person 90% of the time. Finding "me" time as a mother is almost impossible. I feel guilty when I do something for myself. After my counseling appointment this week, I went to get some new clothes with a gift card that I have been holding onto since Christmas, and the whole time I was gone, I was thinking about the kids and hoping that they weren't fussing or being bad for Dayton. I take five minute showers because I hear phantom cries and think something is wrong with one of them, or because Hudson tries open the shower curtain and get water every where.
And I know thats pretty much every mother out there. I know that its okay to put myself first sometimes. It is just easier said than done.

I am going to set small goals for myself. And right now, none of them are going to be weight loss goals. I want to set 'healthy mind goals'. I need to start at the top and work my way down to the mid section. If I lose weight in the process, then thats obviously welcomed. It is literally going to have to be one step at a time with me. Going all in hasn't worked for me in the past, it only sets me up for failure.

I know it will take time, and time is our biggest enemy. But, I can do or do not, the time will pass either way.

And on that note, I bid you adieu.

Aug 18, 2017

Emotions and stuff.

I don't know why I keep saying "I'm back" and then... I'm not. 
Blogging is something I used to really enjoy. But, with two kids under three, everything gets pushed under the rug. So, I will say that I MIGHT be back, pending if my children let me or not. 

A little update: 
I had my sweet baby girl. Her name is Ava Reece. She is now 10 months old, she is a little chunk, poor thing gets that from her mama. Hudson is the best big brother. He is so gentle with her and loves to make her laugh. Ava thinks he hung the moon, I am going to cherish these days; I know that one day it will be completely different. 

Now down to the nitty gritty. 
Over the past month, I have been emotionally exhausted. 
If you have followed my blog, you know a little bit about my past, but if you haven't I will give you a brief history. 
When I was twelve years old I was sexually abused by my father. It went on for several years until he was arrested and convicted. 
Following these events, I crawled into a dark hole. Depression doesn't even describe how I was feeling. You never think that something bad could happen to you, until it does. And you never believe someone who is supposed to be your protector and safe haven would be the one to hurt you the most. 
I was confused and in a tremendous amount of pain. 
The pain lasted for a long time. 
To say I didn't deal with it in a healthy way is an extreme understatement.
I was lost and tried to do anything and everything I could to find myself and fill the hole I had in my chest. I seeked companionship form all the wrong people. I lowered myself because I felt that I wasn't worthy of anything special. My self esteem was non existent. 
And now, almost ten years later, I am a better person. 
That sounds off. "I am a better person because of this horrible thing the that happened to me". 
I wouldn't say that I am thankful for the situation. But I am thankful for the things that have come out of it. 
Over the past few months, the pain has slowly crept back in. I have let it effect me in more ways than I would like to admit. I slowly felt myself crawling back into the dark hole. And if you have ever been in a dark hole, you know the fear I felt. The fear of complete darkness. When I wasn't crying, I was completely numb. I can't really explain why, because I don't know why. 
My anxiety was and still is running extremely high. 
I have two beautiful children, and an amazing husband. So why was I feeling this way? 
I immediately called my doctor to up my depression medications. I didn't want my depression to effect me being a good mother, or a good wife. 
I contemplated getting weight loss surgery AGAIN. For the THIRD time. 
And then I ask myself "What is so wrong in your head that you have failed two, what is supposed to be life changing surgeries?" I can't find the answer. The emotional connection that I have with food is indescribable. I love food more than I love myself. How is that okay? I am supposed to love myself more than anything (besides my children). Every thought process that I have in my head revolves around food. I think about it from the moment I wake up, until the moment I go to sleep. I can seriously eat my weight in Nutty Bars, and I think I've made that a challenge for myself. I will get a whole box, like the jumbo box, and eat them all within a day to two days. I don't even want to know how many calories are in those things. While eating, I get the absolute biggest high. And then after, I go back to hating myself. And thinking of how disgusting and weak I am. Which resorts to eating again, it is a never. ending. cycle. 
I know what I need to do to correct it, at least I think I do. 
I know what I NEED to eat. But eating healthy, makes me just as depressed as being fat. 
And I know I know, choose your hard. 
But its not that simple. And let me tell you why. 

Last week I chose to do something that I brushed off so many times in the past, because I thought that I didn't need it, or that it wouldn't help me. 
I went to counselor. 
I felt that maybe if I go talk to someone, someone who didn't know me. Who didn't have any bias against me, who wouldn't judge what I was feeling or had been through because chances are they have heard way worse. 
I told her my whole story. I told her things I have NEVER said out loud before. 
After hearing my story and my thoughts about my weight, and weight loss surgery. 
She said to me that no amount of weight loss surgery will help me because I have a binge eating disorder. 
I knew what I was doing was eating a lot, all the time. I knew that I was unhealthy both physically and mentally. And I knew that no matter how hard I tried I couldn't sort through my feelings by myself any more.  But, a binge eating disorder never crossed my mind. 
After voicing my thoughts that I have held onto for almost ten years, I feel relief. 
Like this heavy burden has been lifted off of me, I can breathe. 
Can you imagine feeling like your drowning for years? 
I can never get those years back. 
But, I can learn from them. 

On my very first session I felt change. 
I haven't binged as much, it feels like barely at all. 
(I did eat a whole box of nutty bars the other day, but we won't talk about that.)
Every day I am feeling like food is just food. 
My usual go to foods, don't sound good to me any more. 

All I can do from here is move forward. 
I can't let what someone did to me effect me in an unhealthy way any more. 
I live with it every day, its not going to go away. 
But I need to learn to live with it in a different way, because this way isn't doing me any favors. 
Sometimes the shame that I feel is so overwhelming. 
Shame about myself, about my past, and about what has happened to me that I had ZERO control over.

I feel like part of letting go of my shame is to talk about it. (Or write)
Because I can't be ashamed any more. 
This is my story, and I get to decide how the rest is written.

And on that note, I must bid you adieu. 

Sep 13, 2016


I can not believe that it has been over a year since I last blogged. 
I have thought about it time and time again, after having Hudson, I felt like I became sorta boring.
I still feel I am boring, but some exciting things do happen occasionally. 
When I blogged before getting pregnant, I truly felt that it kept me accountable with my weightloss. So this post (hopefully) will push me into staying accountable again. 

Since it has been a whole year, a lot has happened. Let me fill you in. 

In November I received the Gastric Sleeve, again. My first sleeve had developed a pouch, which led to me being able to eat more. Almost to where I used to be able to eat. I had felt like a complete failure, but it was a relief to know that the fault wasn't all mine. 
It was a huge slap in the face knowing that I let myself get back up so high in weight. My starting weight when I received the surgery, for the second time was 293. 24 lbs away from my highest weight. 
Life happened. A kid happened. 
I went to my dark poor pitiful me phase. I hated taking pictures. I hated looking at myself. The feeling of failure isn't a pleasant one. Especially when you go through such a dramatic life altering surgery, only to fail. 
So, being the instant gratification person that I am, surgery again, seemed like the best option. 
Pre-surgery. I don't know how much before surgery this was. Maybe a litter over a month? 
I don't have one standing up to show a better example. I mean sitting down just kinda molts all of your fat together.. Sitting down and being fat, do not mix. 

I feel like this is an accurate impression. 

This was taken a little less than a month after surgery. 
I felt so much better, I felt like I could actually take pictures and not feel so terrible about myself. I had more energy. I was excited about losing weight again. 

Hudson turned the big ONE in January. 
I know, he is literally the most handsome little guy. EVER.
He is definitely an adventure, and test our patience every single day. I've never met a more perfect little boy. Perfect balance of sweet and sour. Our little sour patch kid.


This happened. TOTALLY unplanned, obviously. 
Two months after having yet another weight loss surgery, and boom. HELLO weight gain. 
I was in absolute shock. And when they say all it takes is one time, they mean it. 
Here we were with a barely one year old, just getting the hang of having a toddler, only to start over with anotherr!

We slowly got excited, and then we found out our little one is gonna be a girl, and that was the greatest feeling in the world. Our little family is complete, for now at least. 

Now, back to the weight gain. 
I am deathly afraid that at every appointment, I am going to step on the scale and be back up to 293 lbs. 
I started out the exact same weight as when I was pregnant with Hudson. 
269. I gained about 25-30 lbs while pregnant with Hudson. 
I was pretty much expecting the same thing with Ava. 
Luckily, I did not gain any weight until my 24 week appointment. And by then, I had only gained 5 lbs. 
I am currently 34 weeks and have gained about 11-13 lbs. 
I am extremely happy with that. 
Even though I look way bigger, I look about like I did when I was 40 weeks pregnant with Hudson. 

I am ready to have this little girl and continue with my lifestyle change. 
I am ready to start blogging again, and sharing my boring, but sometimes exciting life. 

And on that note, I must bid you adieu. 

Aug 13, 2015

Getting over that hill.

The same ole' song and dance. Losing weight is hard. Always. No matter how you look at it.
"Just do it."
Oh okay, well since you put it that way, that makes it easy, right?
Its easier said than done.
You know that.
When you've never struggled with a food addiction, you don't know how hard it is. I wish that I could just pull up my big girl panties and deal with it.
But, the reality of it all, what is the reality? 
That I have to completely change the way that I have lived for 24 years. Yes, I've done it before. But, when you stop, its so much harder to get going again. Just like with running up a hill. You push through it, but if you stop, its so much hard to get started again.
I fell down to the bottom. The bottom of the longest steepest hill imaginable. 24 years of "learning" whether it was the right way to learn, or the wrong, its still hard to teach an old dog new tricks. When you've walked the same path all this time, taking a different turn isn't something you can "just do". My path is safe, figuratively. Not the healthiest, but it is my safe place.
I don't like to try new things. I have pallet that of a toddler. I hate veggies and fruits. I could eat Chik-fil-a every day of my life. And there are weeks that I have. Some days I get the healthy bug, but then I just go through a drive thru, like I completely forgot that I am supposed to be eating healthy. Its the norm. I have to break the norm. How do you do that? I feel like I have tried everything. Hell, I even tried surgery. And that failed. When you constantly fail at everything you do to change yourself, how do you fix it? I know what needs to be done, I know how to eat, I know what to eat. But I haven't the faintest clue on how to start again. I want to just get it together. I want to get my whole life together. It starts with me. I want to get over this hill. I want to do everything I can to become healthy. But, do I? I love myself, but I hate my body. I want to be able to be walk through a crowd and not rub up on someone with my belly. I want to not feel disgusting. I want to try again. For the millionth time, I want to try again. And to keep it going. I want to find the strength and willpower. How do you find it when you feel like you've never had it?
You, "Just do it".
And on that note, I bid you adieu.
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May 6, 2015

Letting go.(Not the frozen addition)

I have numerous fears. A lot of irrational fears. Especially since having Hudson.
I guess they can be called "Mommy Fears"
The other fears consist of dying, the death of a close one, and roaches.
I am pretty sure that I have already discussed fears before. I am too lazy to go back.
I realized the other day, I have another fear.
The fear of being Hungry.
I went to a Bariatric Counselor last week. We discussed my bariatric diet, well lack there of.
During this conversation she gave me a list of things that I should eat.
And that I should eat 5-6 times a day.
I asked, "What if I'm still hungry?"
She gave me a look and said, "And? What if you are, what is it to be hungry?"
For a fat person? Everything. It's like a painful emptiness.
Then she told me the worst possible thing.
"You do not eat to satisfy hunger, you eat for nutrition."
Yeah, I know. Crazy thing I have ever heard too.
For 24 years, I have eaten to satisfy everything and anything.
I eat to satisfy hunger. I eat to satisfy anger, sadness, happiness, loneliness.. really all the ness'.

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That news to me, is devastating.
I don't know how to eat for nutrition.
One part of my brain knows how, the other doesn't
Why can't they just be friends?
I know how to eat to satisfy the hunger.
In fact, I go one step further. I eat to over fill.

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Why? I wish I knew. I wish I knew why.
And more than anything, I wish that I could change it over night.
I truly believe that food addiction is the worst addiction.
You need food to survive.
I love food. Next to my family and friends, food is my favorite.
Its my hobby.
Crafting and eating.

I want to know how to eat for nutrition. I need the push. I need to try.
I need to try for me and for my son.
I will try.
I want the feelings and drive I had last year.
Every day is a new day. Lets begin again.
I am letting go. Starting now.

And I'm closing it.

And on that note, I bid you adieu.  
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Oct 14, 2014

Why God gave us a boy.

I can't tell you how many times I have attempted to write this post.
I get in the middle of writing, something comes up, I stop, come back the next day. After re-reading what I had wrote, I delete it. It's a new day. I have umpteen new feelings.
One consistent feeling that I have been having over the past few weeks, is worry.
An instance happened, not in my life, but in an others, that really made me think.
ANYTHING can happen. It doesn't matter who, what, where, when or how, it can happen. I took it very personally, given the situation I am in.
This is the single most stressful thing I have ever gone through.
Growing a human is like something I could've never imagined.
I come up with all sorts of scenarios in my head. I won't share them, because I am sure someone would report me to the psych ward.
I worry that I don't feel him enough. I worry if I have a growing pain. I worry that I am leaking fluid. I worry that the cord is going to wrap around his neck. I worry every possible worry there is to worry about while pregnant.
When I was younger, people would ask "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Well, I honestly never knew. I came up with sonography. Why? Because one day, after I had surgery on my foot? Maybe? A lady had told me that her daughter had went to school for that. I think I was ten. After that day, I just rolled with it. I never WANTED to do it, it just sounded good. Then it became, a nurse, a day care owner, back to nurse, then teacher.
The one thing that I have ALWAYS, for certain, known is that I wanted to be a Mom.
That is truly all I have ever wanted. I wanted a girl. I wanted that bond that my mother and I have. I wanted to share that with a mini me. I wanted to show that little girl, all the love in the whole world. Teach her to be strong, teach her how to love without boundaries, teach her how to be independant. All my life, it has been my mother and I. My mother and father didn't get a divorce until I was about 9-10ish. Even then, he was never around. He was at work, and when he wasn't there, he was sleeping.
After everything happened with him, I felt that I was better off.
After looking back at my childhood, I realized that my mom, was in fact, my mother and my father. She was what held me. She supported me, in every way. I think that has made me the woman that I am today. I didn't NEED my father. I didn't NEED a man to support me. For the longest time, I would always think, if I had a baby right now, I would raise her on my own. Because you don't NEED a father figure. Because I didn't NEED my father, he wasn't there for me. My MOTHER taught me.
I honestly never thought I would get married. I don't know why. Just never did.
Now that I have grown up, I see things in a different light.
Up until last year, I wanted a girl. More than anything.
And then, Sara had Kynlee.
My heart changed. I was supposed to have the girl, she the boy. And they were supposed to get married.
Now, that would be considered incest.
I don't know why my heart changed.
But, I do know this.
God gave me this boy.
To raise him into a man. A man that will know right from wrong.
That will be a gentleman.
That will take care of all of those who enter his life.
To never hurt nor neglect his family.
To love without boundaries.
To put others first.
To be just like HIS daddy.
The way a man is supposed to be.

He's not even here yet, and the love I have for him, is greater than anything I have ever felt.
Every ache is worth it.
Every kick, every flutter, every other weird feeling I have in my stomach, is the greatest feeling.
I am who he counts on. From 24 weeks ago, for the rest of my life.

And on that note, I must bid you adieu.


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Sep 5, 2014

Something I haven't done in a while.

I don't even remember the last time I blogged. I suppose I could go back and look, but who has time for that? Blogging used to be something that I look forward to everyday. And now, I look forward to it in several months. I miss it. But, I feel as if I have nothing to talk about any more. I'm not out there trying to lose weight. People want to see progress, the only progress I have to give is about the baby in the belly. Which to me, is FANTASTIC.
I have lost about 20 plus (?) followers on instagram since becoming pregnant. I get it, people want someone they can relate to. Well, I would like to brand those people "fair weather followers". Hey, if you don't want to see how amazing my child is going to be, get to stepping. :) 

Which brings us to some updates. 
I think last time I had let everyone know that I had a cyst, and the doctor was monitoring me at every appointment to make sure it didn't grow. 
At my last appointment, the cyst went from a whopping 10 cm to a slightly smaller 8 cm. We of course are all very pleased with this. Hopefully next time, it will be even less.
At this particular appointment, the 3 lovely great grandmothers came. We had planned out to have a gender reveal, and those 3 were the ones that were going to find out. Don't even get me started on those 3. Those three are the most amazing women on this planet. (Besides the moms). They do anything and everything for us, and have gone above and BEYOND anything we could ever imagine these past couple of months. I am FOREVER grateful for them. Baby Holland has no clue how loved he is going to be. 
ANYWHO, back to the appointment. The doc pulled the sono screen away from Dayton and I, she searched for a little bit, and then said. "I won't be able to tell what the baby is today. It's knees are up, legs crossed, and it's sitting on it's feet". I was absolutely divested. For a number of reasons. 
1. We had already sent invitations. (Luckily it was also "reception" for us as well)
2. I didn't get to see my baby but for maybe 10 seconds? Heard the heartbeat for 5. I had waited five weeks for this appointment. I was ready to marvel at the beautiful creation that was growing in my belly. 
3. I felt like the doc didn't try. Like it wasn't important to her. Maybe she was in a hurry, I work with docs, I know how they can be. 
4. I discovered my child is a turd. 
5. My next appointment would be in FIVE more weeks. The doc had something to do the week I was set to come back, so we had to push it to the next week. That probable killed me the most. 

So we leave, I cry and cry all damn day. 
The next day while, I called and asked Dayton if we could please get another sonogram somewhere else. Because, lets face it, I am a brat. (Only Child Syndrome) 
He finally says yes. 
I arrive first, and get ready. 
The lady places the machine on my belly and BAM. She knows what the turd is. She waits to tell me until Dayton arrives. 

It was the hardest less than a week of my life. We kept the surprise to ourselves. No one knew we even had a sono. It was almost crippling not to be able to tell anyone. My best friend was like lets just go do another sono, I had to be like no no... YUP, didn't even tell my BEST friend. My granny texts me right after the sono, "Are you okay Darling?" The Darling got me. I wanted to pick up the phone immediately and be like OMG ITS A......
But, I refrained. I am super proud of myself. 
We did the reception as planned. 
At the very end, we opened presents. As I was opening the last present, I asked for everyones attention. Gave my big ol' lovely speech. And popped open the box. 
Out came...

WE ARE HAVING A BOY!!!!!!!!!!!
And couldn't be any happier about it!
It's a good thing too, cuz I had already bought boy stuff, long before we knew.

 This was how ecstatic my Granny was. I LOVE this.
This baby boy is going to be the most loved baby boy in the whole world.

Nothing in this world makes me happier than knowing I have this little guy to look forward too. He moves constantly, I feel his little kicks throughout the day, and it makes me complete.
I can't imagine the feeling that I will get when he is born. But, I know that nothing can ever touch it. He is our first, our boy, and the greatest thing to ever happen to us.

I am surprised that I am actually getting a "bump".
I am 18 weeks. Starts a new week every Tuesday. ALMOST half way there!
I have fluctuated with weight. On my worst day, I have gained 5 lbs. But, mostly it has just been 2. I am extremely happy with that.
With all the emotions I have, it is hard not to be down on myself. I know I am growing a human in my belly, I will gain weight. Its inevitable. Most of it is in my head. I feel huge.
But, I know its for a good cause.

And on that note, I must bid you adieu.

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