Gabriela

This goal sounds pretty reasonable, I think. About 2 pounds a month.
Realistic.

I think I can do it. A little diet along with exercise, walking…maybe a little bit of jogging.

I put on 10 pounds since I came to the United States. Not because I eat more or poorly… mostly because I just don’t exercise.

I used to comfortably walk two hours a day, every single day. One hour in the morning, on my way to work, and another one on my way home. Summer AND freezing winter. Everybody knows that Romanian winters can be challenging, especially in Brasov, in the mountains, where I lived for about 9 years.

I could have taken the bus, but I preferred to sweat a little and push myself. It wasn’t easy, but I kept going, disciplining myself…Loved that feeling of knowing that I’m doing something good for myself. Not just for my looks, but for my health, for my soul.

My friends used to tease me about walking for a whole hour after work…wondering why I need to walk that much since I was skinny like that. I weighed less than 110 pounds…5 feet 4. Not too bad, huh?
Size 2.

When I first came here and shopped in a clothing store, only kids sizes fit me. Or petites.
I am almost a size 4 now. Pants size. My bust is about the same though. Not a tremendous change in that area, unfortunately.

My husband says that I’m still skinny. But some of my pants beg to differ.

I never felt with people complaining about not getting in their clothes anymore. My clothes were never tight for me…I kinda envied curvy lines…and thought that those girls look ‘rich’, lively, content, nurtured…I had to suck up, eat my veggies and keep walking.

Now I can’t get into some pants, my favorites. That’s a scary feeling. Growing into your clothes…and not having enough air to breath.

Well, I don’t want to get used to this too much.

I’m going back to my size 2, God willing.

These last 2-3 weeks I’ve been going to bed after well after midnight. My husband is a night owl and I hate letting him watch tv by himself.

I faithfully used to go to bed at 10-10:30 before I got married.

I hoped that I’d make my husband go to bed with me before 11…Not only that I couldn’t convince him turn the tv off at 10:30, but I gave up my healthy before mid-night sleep hours in order to spend time with my husband, right? As though staring at that stupid box for 2 hours can be called quality time.

This tells something about my willpower, huh?

Well, some things have to change. Soon.

1. To see my husband’s smile every night when he cames from work and give him a big hug.
2. To see the house clean and my husband enjoying it. (I call him Mr. Clean).
3. To live in a beautiful country, a safe and lovely small town in Northern California.
4. To cook and eat a salad I learned to make in school in 7th grade, ‘Boeuf Salad’, a French salad with lots of veggies and just a bit of mayo.
5. To be healthy and painless, still young and in love with my husband.
6. To have a husband who really loves me and try to make me happy every way he can.
7. To know that I am saved and that God loves me and one day I am going to be with Him in heaven and with people I love.
8. To have a spiritual mentor who cares and makes time for me every week.
9. To learn and be part of a great culture.
10. To be blessed with things I just dreamed about having before.