I’ve been in a funk since Saturday morning, and I just realized why.
At my Weight Watchers meeting, the topic was support systems. We discussed several types of people who are in our lives, and how they affect our weight loss journey. Eventually, the discussion lead to an example of a streotypical grandmother, who constantly asks us what we want to eat. Most folks said that they would come up with strategies to avoid eating whatever was being pushed on them.
That’s where The Funk crept in.
I was silent during the discussion, and I was so uncomfortable that I wanted to leave. If I’d been sitting in the back of the room, I would have.
I would give anything to walk into my grandmother’s house. I’d give anything to have her ask me what I wanted to eat. I’d give anything to see her again.
When I was growing up, my favorite place was my grandmother’s farm. I loved wandering around the fields, eating fresh peas from the garden, helping her with chores, and especially eating anything she made. Everything was made from scratch, mostly with things she’d grown herself. I was eating local and organic before I knew what it was, and certainly before it was cool.
The farm was sold in 2002, and she died in 2003. I miss her every day. It breaks my heart that she’ll never meet my son.
Between my weight loss journey, and my diverticulitis, I’ve had to cut out a lot of the foods that remind me of my grandmother. My favorite fruit is strawberries, but I have to be careful with them because of the seeds. I used to eat them by the ton from my grandmother’s garden. I’ve had to cut back on baked goods, ice cream, etc. because of Weight Watchers. I’m losing many of the things that remind me of my grandmother.
Hence, The Funk. I need to find a way to break out of it.