Today, was a good day - they do happen and without much squealing and fussing about. I even like Mondays because I really love my job. I take my back pills as required and get on about my given tasks. This morning I had a meeting and was dreading the stair climb to the boardroom but so far so good and I am not taking Tylenol anymore in the evening, unless I really, really have to.
Last night, I went to bed early enough to read instead of spending the night in front of this screen and I woke up feeling rather refreshed. Not feeling refreshed in the kind that would be void of the usual groaning and moaning stiffness but refreshed nonetheless.
That is what is so psychotic about this whole situation - the mind over reality tug-of-war. Waking up to another bright, sunny day - smile, mind is alert... throw off the covers and then it hits ya...ooooo, as you move gingerly to the edge of the bed, sit slowly, stand slowly, hobble slowly until time and movement get the kinks out. THEN, feeling good after the shower, getting dressed, feeling happy, thinking about the meeting coming up...and then it hits ya...ooooo, you gonna wear that to work? And look at those thighs - need a longer sweater. Mirrors don't lie unless they are those kind in the fun houses and really, what fun is it to see yourself distorted into short, tall, wide, or narrow wavy apparitions. Ya...ooooo, mirrors are not fun. Neither are highly polished appliances. Store front windows. And cameras - don't get me started.
You're probably saying "where the heck did the 'it was a good day' go to?" Well, that's another part of the weirdness - it was and still is, a good day. I report I had breakfast before I left this morning, yogurt on my cereal AND I even remembered to take my vitamin. I had a reasonable lunch at work (pizza - vegetarian on thin, wholewheat crust and fresh veggies), drank my water so far up to par (well, working on third refilled bottle) and made a supper when I got home from work that looked like something that washed up on the shore out of the sea. How can that be good for you, you ask? Spinach and chicken breast with small new potatoes with pepper in Becel - emphasis on the spinach. It was delish!
Anyway, I'm feeling good about my progress and I owe it all to the words here and you dedicated readers who I know read and send silent wishes of good health. Even if you don't, I know by sharing this I am accomplishing more than if I ignore it and let it slide like before. This time, not. I would really like to wear things that fit nice and if I could move back to "wear" I was, even a couple of years ago... I would be happy. That's a couple sizes smaller than now and THAT would be an accomplishment, an encouragement, a big boost to my health. I know that.
P.S. still on the waiting list to go to the doctor that's eventually taking new patients. I have a couple of other numbers to call but it seems THAT slips my mind whenever I have time or it comes up when I don't or it's after hours. I have to have things checked out. I know that, too.
Last night, I went to bed early enough to read instead of spending the night in front of this screen and I woke up feeling rather refreshed. Not feeling refreshed in the kind that would be void of the usual groaning and moaning stiffness but refreshed nonetheless.
That is what is so psychotic about this whole situation - the mind over reality tug-of-war. Waking up to another bright, sunny day - smile, mind is alert... throw off the covers and then it hits ya...ooooo, as you move gingerly to the edge of the bed, sit slowly, stand slowly, hobble slowly until time and movement get the kinks out. THEN, feeling good after the shower, getting dressed, feeling happy, thinking about the meeting coming up...and then it hits ya...ooooo, you gonna wear that to work? And look at those thighs - need a longer sweater. Mirrors don't lie unless they are those kind in the fun houses and really, what fun is it to see yourself distorted into short, tall, wide, or narrow wavy apparitions. Ya...ooooo, mirrors are not fun. Neither are highly polished appliances. Store front windows. And cameras - don't get me started.
You're probably saying "where the heck did the 'it was a good day' go to?" Well, that's another part of the weirdness - it was and still is, a good day. I report I had breakfast before I left this morning, yogurt on my cereal AND I even remembered to take my vitamin. I had a reasonable lunch at work (pizza - vegetarian on thin, wholewheat crust and fresh veggies), drank my water so far up to par (well, working on third refilled bottle) and made a supper when I got home from work that looked like something that washed up on the shore out of the sea. How can that be good for you, you ask? Spinach and chicken breast with small new potatoes with pepper in Becel - emphasis on the spinach. It was delish!
Anyway, I'm feeling good about my progress and I owe it all to the words here and you dedicated readers who I know read and send silent wishes of good health. Even if you don't, I know by sharing this I am accomplishing more than if I ignore it and let it slide like before. This time, not. I would really like to wear things that fit nice and if I could move back to "wear" I was, even a couple of years ago... I would be happy. That's a couple sizes smaller than now and THAT would be an accomplishment, an encouragement, a big boost to my health. I know that.
P.S. still on the waiting list to go to the doctor that's eventually taking new patients. I have a couple of other numbers to call but it seems THAT slips my mind whenever I have time or it comes up when I don't or it's after hours. I have to have things checked out. I know that, too.
Still with you Linda..........good job! Keep it up.....I know it is not an easy haul but Im sending special thoughts (AND MY MAGIC DUST THAT SHOULD HELP).
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