#Stronger Than the Cookie; The Home Stretch

container of iced sugar cookies

This morning when I stepped on the scale, it smiled at me and did not groan. I nicknamed my scale Henrietta a few months ago, when I was getting ready to take her on vacation. I had great plans for Henrietta and a series of pictures I had planned to take and show off: Henrietta belted in the back seat with a face mask and bottle of hand sanitizer at the ready, Henrietta with her googly eyes peering over the edge of the canvas bag, Henrietta, sitting demurely at the table in a restaurant, while I make healthy choices.

Unfortunately, our trip was cut short, and all those ideas were just missed photo-ops. Still, taking Henrietta with me on vacations is part of my plan. She helps to keep me honest and aware.

Picture of a woman on a scale
she wears a white robe and her hands are raised in  hope
Photo by Diva Plavalaguna from Pexels

Henrietta has been my faithful companion, a foot-soldier in my weight loss campaign. This morning when I got on the scale, I thought I heard her let out a shriek of joy, though in reality it was me. This morning when I got on the scale it read 160.2 pounds. In all of my public sharing and confessional narratives, I have carefully avoided sharing that I began this journey at 200 pounds on June 1st. Not my highest ever weight, but my consistently high weight.

My weight loss journey is not over, but I think I am at a turning point. In consultation with my physician, I have reset my goal to 150, with the possibility of going just a few more pounds after that.

I am at a point, where I need to change up some of my food so I don’t get bored. I try to use variety, but I still remain a pretty picky eater. Again, I have not used any special foods, just foods I ordinarily eat, minus, of course chocolate chip cookies and chocolate candy. But I have had homemade fudge and cranberry bread and gingerbread loaf, so not doing without as much as making careful, measured choices.

In my last post I shared about meeting myself in the kitchen doorway. I did some, not all of the baking that I wanted to do in the days leading up to Christmas. I made choices about some baking gifts. I did make one batch of cranberry crunch that I shared with friends and kept a few pieces for myself. I did only what was in my heart to do. I made two batches of cookies for my husband and some Christmas sampler baskets for some friends, and wrote some sermons (a pastor’s busy time of year, you know!)

I could not have done nearly so well without the supportive community of bloggers, close personal friends and my program (still not naming it, sorry!) and my weight loss coaches. One of many things that I have learned though, is that numbers are not the only measure of success.

picture of clothes in my closet

If you blush easily, you might skip this next bit of info! I can wrap a towel around myself after my shower and close it, no gaps!

I have two jumpers that I love that I have had for about 15 years. Pretty sure they were hand-me-downs when I got them. I haven’t been able to wear them, but I can now. One is a deep navy jumper with buttons all the way down, and the other is a simple denim jumper. Those two jumpers are the only older dresses I have kept, except for storytelling costumes. I have bought some new clothes, in slow stages, but really excited to be able to wear those jumpers again.

I seldom wear dresses for worship, because of the microphone. I have to clip the microphone battery pack to the back of the dress at the neck, which is most uncomfortable.

Two years ago I bought a new winter coat, I think it was a 2X. I could not fasten it, so walking the dog, or anywhere else, wearing layers was crucial. I can fasten the coat now.

My Mother’s Coat

My mom started sewing when she was in fourth grade and she sewed all of her life. Her last project was a coat that she had stitched together. The lining was cut out, but not stitched together. Before she was able to sew the lining, she took a turn for the worse and went down hill very fast; in six weeks she was gone. That was 1994.

I kept the coat and the lining, not knowing what I would be able to do with it. I bought myself a sewing machine for a retirement present to me, but I do not sew, not like she did. I carried that coat with me through three moves. Sometime, around 2007, I got brave. I have a very good friend who had a friend who was a seamstress. I took her the coat and lining and asked if she thought she could finish it.

Picture of a turquoise wool  blend woman's coat
Mom’s coat

Mom had stitched three layers of stitching around the sleeves, down the arms and the front panels of the coat; one row each, perhaps for Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Connie was able to do the work. The only change she made to the coat itself was to add buttonholes and buttons.

The picture above, does not do it justice. It is a pretty turquoise wool blend. When I slipped my arms into those sleeves and put the coat on when she finished, I felt like my mom had wrapped me in a big hug.

picture of mom and me outside the Union Villa, Onset Ma 1968

I cannot tell you what a joy it is to be able to wear that coat again.

The journey continues and once I meet my goal, the journey intensifies as I do my best to live into maintenance and more healthy changes.

Thank you for patiently joining me on the journey for all these updates.

#Stronger than the Cookie!

Not holding back the tide,

Michele

Copyright 2020 Michele Somerville, The Beach Girl Chronicles and https://msomervillesite.WordPress.com

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About: Michele Somerville is a wife, mother, stepmother, grandmother, sister, aunt, cousin and friend. She lives with her husband and their dog Sheba. Sheba is their fourth rescue dog in 30 years. She is a retired ordained United Methodist Elder and serves two churches part-time in North Central Pennsylvania. She obtained her Bachelors’ Degree in 1999 from Mansfield University and her Master of Divinity in 2004 and Doctor of Ministry in 2016, both from Colgate Rochester Crozer Divinity School in Rochester, New York. My Doctor of Ministry Thesis was:” Prophetic Words of Grace: Biblical Storytelling in the Local Church.” Michele began writing and performing character monologues for worship in 2008. She began by asking the question about nameless characters in the Bible, “What would they say if they could speak for themselves?” and then using her theological education and experience of the human condition to attempt an answer that is both academic and creative. Much of what you will read here are memories from growing up in a tourist town, in a bar, in the 1960’s, shaggy dog stories about our rescue dogs, life in a small town, and stories of faith and hope. Throughout her life she has lived in many states, including small towns, large towns and cities. She lived in Rota, Spain, for nine challenging months. Despite all the places she have lived since moving away from home in 1970,Michele is at the heart of all things Jack and Maggie’s daughter, and a beach girl from Onset, Massachusetts.

5 thoughts on “#Stronger Than the Cookie; The Home Stretch

  1. Wow! Good for you, Michele! I love to read about your weight loss journey and the successes you have along the way. It must feel great to be able to wear your mom’s coat. I sort of fell off the no-sugar bandwagon before Christmas too. It was my husband’s birthday (with cake), then my son’s birthday (he requested a pecan pie), then I baked Christmas cookies to send my other 2 sons…but now I have started the no-sugar regimen again. I just made some baked apple chips – so good and sweet. Much better than brownies. At least that’s what I tell myself! 🙂

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    1. Thanks Laurie, and good for you for getting back on the wagon! I was careful to make cookies that I don’t find too tempting. The baked apple chips sound good. Roger dehydrated some a few years ago. When you had birthday cake and pecan pie, did they taste extra sweet to you, because you had been off of sugar? I am sure that your other sons were glad to have some of mom’s cookies! Best wishes for a healthy, productive New Year filled with love and running, of course running! Michele

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  2. Oh, Michele, this post almost had me in tears about your mom’s coat. What a lovely story and I hope that you allow yourself some pride in your weight loss achievement. What a great start to the new year! I’m looking forward to reading more from you this year, I really enjoy your posts. Wishing you a lovely rest of the week.

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    1. Thank you so much Cheryl, good to see you. I had started to look at the video of your house right before the swearing in of Kamala Harris, which was a few minutes before I expected it. Going back so I can watch the whole video, and how cool to hear your voices! 11 pounds max to go on my weight loss and I am feeling good, love how I look and enjoying clothes. Thank you too for the kind words about my stories. I wish the picture of the coat had come out better, but my phone seems to tinge things with a yellowish background. At any rate thank you so much for reading and commenting. Have a lovely rest of the week too. Watching the video shortly:) Michele

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