I’ve been trying to go Around the block at least once a day if I don’t go out of the house. Rain or shine, which today was very hot and yesterday it was a little wet. I did Feel motivated to do anything. And that little bit of sunshine really gave me a boost although each day is different. I’m still struggling to find my new normal. My medicine makes me sleepy and I have to take it early in the day because it also irritates my muscles. My point is I’m trying to give myself some little goals so I can start to see the needle move back in the right direction. I have gained at least 10 if not 20 pounds in the last few months and that’s very discouraging after losing so much weight. I’m afraid to weigh myself because I don’t wanna find out how bad it is. I’m gonna try to do some positive goals and then we’ll see how bad things look exercise every day. Certainly going to be part of the goal. In addition eating better. Vegetables every day, protein, every day and no more sugar. Now that you’ve heard my very unexciting list of do's and don’ts, I’m going to go get ready to face some more of my life.
I am starting my own blog to reduce my boredom and give me a place to put my thoughts. Recently some people I know put some very difficult words out for all the world to see. I have been chicken to do the same and now I want to set the record straight. I didn't talk to people from high school for over ten years. It seems so silly now. I found out recently that I'm not the only one who grew up in college and beyond. We aren't kids anymore so the past is just that the past. I'll admit some of it I don't want to remember, but we did have some fun times in high school. The truth is something happened to me that I was not at all ready to talk about so I just avoided people. I got married in 1998 to a really great guy I met in college. We were giddy and in love. We decided after nine months of bliss to have a baby. Why not? I was bored and we wanted one. That sounds terrible to say that, but it is true. Boom one month later I was expecting. Three months later Jo...
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