Category: My Life

The garden is planted, Savannah turned three, and laundry was done, rounding out the rather full weekend! I actually got out my swim suit yesterday and got into Mandy’s pool.

I’m currently not thrilled with how my body looks in a swim suit, but I am doing all I can to bring my weight down and under control.

The gift I wanted to purchase for Savannah, a child’s easel, was finally purchased at ToysRus. They had a really cute one and I was very happy with it. More importantly, Savi liked it.

But the real stroke of pure genius goes to Hubby, who picked out an alphabet dachshund, that sings the ABC Song, and then barks. Savi loved that. I think because she loves animals.

It was absolutely perfect timing to have her party yesterday, in the bright sun and heat! Sunday was cold and rainy. It would not have made a good pool party weather day.

Welcome to June first, and have a great week everyone!

Sunday was a good day. Busy, but good. I somehow managed to get a ton of laundry done, and that being said, I also managed to avoid ironing. That great pleasure will come tomorrow.

We watched the Indy 500 race on TV, a few games from the French Open, and a couple of movies. The most notable being, “Lost In Translation”. I’ve seen it a million times before, but I really love that movie.

I recall many years ago when I first went to Germany with Hubby. He had to go off to work and I was left to my own devices. I spoke no German and understood none either. I felt deaf and dumb, as I was unable to understand anything people said, or to speak with them.

Like Charlotte in “Lost In Translation”, I remember calling my mother and father, because I felt so totally lost in this new world. I didn’t know who I was anymore, or where I fit in.

Eventually I came to love Berlin, and explored the city. Although I never learned to speak German fluently, or even well, or let’s face it, most toddlers spoke better than I did, I did learn key words and I could follow along.

Ah sweet life. I would not have traded that time for anything. I learned so much.

Mostly I learned that no matter what, I could rely on myself.

Anneliese continues to do well, and I think she is on the right road. Thankfully! I’m not sure what I would do if she went down with a bad back and did not recover!

A Blessed Memorial Day to you all, and to the Veterans in your life.

I woke up on Wednesday morning and had a spring in my step! I felt as though I had accomplished a great deal and that my weigh in at Weight Watchers would certainly show some sort of loss.

I made my breakfast to take along, as well as my coffee and water. Then after waking Hubby to care for the animals, I headed off. It was cool, overcast, and windy, but in my mind I felt light and sunny.

I weighed in and imagine my shock when I stayed exactly the same! I’m glad I brought my journal with me because I was able to go over it with the leader. One thing she said stuck with me. She told me not to be disheartened. To keep going and journal every bite and we’d go over it all next week.

I can’t say I am thrilled about this, but at least I feel I am moving in the right direction.

OK, so after losing all the weight I wanted to back in 2008-2009, I have now slowly but surely gained it all back.

There I have said it. Not that you didn’t all notice, but I’m like the person who passes by a mirror 20 times a day and never looks at their reflection.

I was the Queen of Denial!

Then I had a moment when I could no longer lie to myself. I simply had to face what I’d done to myself. That was on Mother’s Day morning when none of my shorts and summer clothes fit.

I thought about it and then for whatever reason, I was looking back at blog entries and I reread back in 2008 when I first joined Weight Watchers. It was their old program and I was able to eat smaller portions and lose 2-3 pounds each week.

I still had all my books, and the magical Points Finder Slide. I have all I need to step back in time and do the old program.

I’m thinking I need a little reigning in. Weighing, measuring, and making better choices. The old plan accounts for the fact that there are certain vegetables that need to be counted, and also lets you know, you cannot eat unlimited fruits. Each fruit has a point!

So, I’ve decided to give myself a good month on the old plan. Hubby is all for this and he has told me he will be supportive.

I so hope by my birthday in November, I will be either back to or close to my goal weight.

Wish me luck!

I think the thing I am learning, as I go through the process of getting a firm diagnosis on my health is, it isn’t easy, and it will take a bit more time, and lots of patience.

I returned yesterday to get the results from all the blood work I had done three weeks ago. Some of the results were good. Some were bad. At least I’m not dying, right? However, there was still a giant question mark. What exactly is wrong?

We have an idea. It is more than likely an Autoimmune Disease, we are just not sure which one. I’m scheduled for a CAT Scan in a couple of weeks, and then, hopefully, we will know what we are dealing with, or have a better idea.

Some of you know that I have been fighting ill health for sometime. At first it was high fevers, congestion, exhaustion. However for the last six plus months, my joints have become swollen and painful and the exhaustion continues.

I finally have a doctor who is Board Certified in both Rheumatology and Internal Medicine. After our initial meeting he promised he wouldn’t give up on me, and in the end we will find out what it is and get me  on some sort of therapy to feel good again.

Keep your fingers crossed that they can discover what is wrong, and get me feeling back to normal. (Or as close to normal as is possible.)

Today I go to Dartmouth Hitchcock Hospital and will be getting the results from all the blood work I had. I am a bit nervous, but hopeful at the same time.

I have so much that I am thankful for, and each day I pray that whatever is wrong with me, won’t be too bad, and will be treatable.

I’ll be writing about it all tomorrow. Please keep your fingers crossed and say a little prayer.

Did you ever have one of those days moments, when for whatever reason something goes wrong with what you are cooking.

Usually I am pretty good and it has been a long time since I totally screwed up a meal. I remember a long time ago (first marriage) when I attempted to make a tuna fish roll for dinner. As I started the roll, it all fell apart, and there was no salvaging the mess. I sat down and wept, until first husband came home and told me all was well, and we went out for dinner. I seem to recall that pancakes were involved, but at that moment, no one cared, as long as they weren’t forced to eat that tuna fish disaster!

Well, last night, I was making baked chicken for Hubby, some fish for me, and baked fries and onion rings. I had the timer going and the chicken and fish did well, but when I went to take the fries and onion rings from the oven…they were burnt to a crisp!

Not wanting to admit to this disaster (after all it was my fault), I quickly dumped the crispy mess down the disposal and quickly made a fresh batch. Dinner was just delayed by 10 minutes.

Anyway, it’s funny when something like that happens because in the grand scheme of things you realize that one meal in thousands, really isn’t too bad.