Yeah, I am. Don’t be soft on me. I stink lately.
This year of my “after” OptiFast life has been VERY TRYING. So much family trauma that I am NOT able to post about. Serious illness and injury. I have two pulled rotator cuffs. I will be doing therapy in hopes that I will NOT have to have surgery, but the chances are pretty high that I will STILL have to have the surgeries. Boo Hiss — Wah Wah. That is bad enough without my Mom-in-law stepping in a hole and breaking her leg and ankle in FIVE places–and these are not the worst of the family issues, but the only ones that I am able to talk about.
My weight has stayed the same–no change is good I guess–but I really had hoped to go downward. Right now in our hurtful storm, holding steady is almost as good as progressing downward in my weight spiral. I hate not writing. I have so much I want to say and share with you about what I am learning in this year of trials. I just do NOT have the will to write at the moment. Life seems too large and too heavy. Breathing is sometimes a challenge. I have slept most of the week away from meds, pain, and then there where the tests.
When I wasn’t sleeping, having tests, and going to the doctor–Donna “The Trainer Nazi” Jones was putting the hurt on me (where I can be hurt) so bad I pass out from it. Right now, I have to put my hand on the potty in order to sit down on it. She seriously put the “Tabata” on me. Donna doesn’t just do Tabata — she does Tabata with WEIGHTS. OUCH! We squatted until I just can’t bend, squat, or pee without assistance.
I haven’t needed my blood Sugar Meds for TWO weeks.
Blood Sugar #’s have been 117 to 89 for most of the two weeks. Average of 99 at first rise.
My fluids have stayed down pretty good.
Stuck to my diet plan even with all the stress in my life.
Got 2 of my three runs in for the my first week of C2-5K.
May try for the other run/walk tonight–that or ride bikes.
Mikey Loves ME.
I LOVE MiKEY!
Love my Kiddo’s, and My FAMILY.
I read several good books and another is on its way in the mail. When you have love and a good book–life can almost be perfect in the middle of a horrid storm of pain.
If you pray — remember my family — we need a lot of it. While this post is mostly light, the need is beyond serious, sad, totally overwhelming, and in the manner of life and death. Oh, don’t forget all those folks in the line of the hurricane. Our little apartment would be one of those places in the line of that storm.
Just so you don’t think I have lost my sense of humor let me share with you one of my latests boobs:
Texting back and forth with Mike about loving him, when my AT&T bill text comes through. I copied and texted this info to Mike who promptly paid said bill. How do I know this? I got a text to this effect.
Well, forgetting that AT&T sent the “paid” text NOT Mike, I promptly sent him a text telling him How much I wanted to Kiss his face. Such conversation is common between us. I tend to tell him he is the sexiest man alive when he calls, and I have accidentally declared this to our children who called me from his phone. Everyone laughs at me when I do.
BUT—NEVER have I told the guy at AT&T that I wanted to Kiss his Face. I discovered I had done this when I went to scold text Mike after the appropriate amount of time waiting for his complementary response to my text had expired without his responding appropriately. We had a good laugh — my Mom seriously thought this was funny. Thank goodness that I just sent the I wanna Kiss Your Face text. YIKES! Gotta watch who I am sending what too.