This emotional roller coaster I am on is about to derail. Over the past couple of days my threshold of emotion has been breached and my post-partum depression, which has always been there secretly waiting in the wings, is roaring its ugly head. It all started last Wednesday at the weigh-in when I learned I had not lost enough weight to keep me safe from elimination. For three days I didn’t sleep continually worried about my fate and wondering if it was possible for me to have enough votes to stay. After learning I was safe live on TV Friday, my real life responsibilities rightfully came to the forefront and I quickly realized how selfish I have been with my time. I looked at my children and realized that they had grown tremendously both physically and intellectually during the five weeks of this competition and I missed it ALL! The guilt of focusing what little energy I have each day on working out, making sure I have babysitters for and allotting enough travel time to get to the challenges, group workouts, and weigh-ins, making sure to pick up my food from Seattle Sutton, and keeping up with my other responsibilities as a contestant has taken its toll on me.
While the concept of Seattle Sutton’s Healthy Eating program is great, it isn’t realistic for me to eat one thing while my family eats something else. Not to mention I have found my intolerance to some of the items containing an abundance of soy (oil, protein, etc.) makes me physically ill and I vomit. So I have had to read through the indredients of every meal and choose only the items that have little or no soy included. Then I try to find healthy substitutes for the things I could not eat. How frustrating!
As I have stated in earlier posts, living nearly 30 miles from my Club Fitness & trainer is another issue getting me down. Many of the other contestants only live 5-10 minutes from their club & trainer. If I didn’t have children or if my children were much older and able to care for themselves, working out at a club so far away may not be an issue. But when I schedule time with my trainer not only do I have to work around her schedule and the club’s babysitting schedule (no sitters in the afternoon), I have to figure in travel time, making sure the kids have been fed, clothed, and diapered (since they do not allow food & drink in the club’s babysitting area and they will not diaper the children either), and working around any other responsibilities we have. And if that wasn’t enough I was reviewing my budget last night and learned that I had doubled the amount spent on gasoline since the beginning of this competition. Ouch!
Another issue getting me down is my support system, my husband. If any of you are familiar with the duties of a high school administrator you know that they have a stressful job; a job that requires them to be away from home most evenings of the week. I’m trying to keep that in mind but without him I feel like I am relying on my children, who are toddlers, for emotional support during this competition. We all know that is absurd. There are many times throughout this weight loss journey I’ve needed to share my struggles, needed an enormous amount of encouragement, and wanted to celebrate my triumphs but he never seems to be here. When his is here he goes into father mode, is working on his doctoral project, or is so wiped out from the day he falls asleep in his chair.
And lastly my weight loss has stalled. I knew going into this competition I would be at a complete disadvantage with having PCOS and not having as much weight to lose as the other contestants. But I didn’t think it would be THIS much of an issue. For those of you who do not know, PCOS is a chronic hormonal disorder that causes a variety of problems including metabolic issues making it difficult to lose & keep off weight. Arrrgh!!!
So I’ve considered giving up, forgoing my trainer, gym membership, food, and the possibility of winning a trip to Jamaica. Yes, I may sound like “Debby Downer” tonight but right now this IS my reality. What do I do? I don’t want to give up! I WANT to lose weight, I WANT to win this competition and take a much needed vacation to Jamaica, and I WANT to find a balance between making myself healthier and my responsibilities as a wife and mother. I suppose giving up really isn’t an option.