Summer Colds

This sucks! I get a sinus cold and it ALWAYS turns into the cough from hell. Seriously! I have these coughing fits where I cannot breath because I am coughing. Usually I try to get over it with medicine before I go to doctor. I always end up going to the doctor. Why don’t I just go now? Maybe because when I posted on Facebook for some sympathy I did not get it. All I got was people telling me it sounded like Covid. I ended up deleting my post. I know it’s not Covid because I have this one to two times a year. Anyway, yay me to the summer cold! I will update you later if it gets better (sarcasm) or I end up going to the doctor.

I’m back

Well I have a lot to talk about now. My last post was a year ago and so much has happened since then that there just was no time. I was stressed, run down, beaten down, and exhausted. 
I will tell all about it in upcoming posts. For now just know that I’m still here and I will survive. God has a plan for me and He isnt done yet.

Spring is Here and For Most That Means Dieting

Growing up I could eat anything. I could eat all the sweets I wanted and never gain weight. A few things helped with that though. I had a fast metabolism, my mom cooked healthy food, and I played sports. I never thought about it till I was in my middle twenties. That is when I went on my first diet. It was the Atkins diet. Loved it. I stopped drinking regular coke and started drinking diet (My roommate thought this was hilarious cause I always said they tasted horrible). I lost ten pounds. I felt great. 

Fast forward about five years. I had met the man who would become my husband. We lived in different cities, about 45 minutes apart. There was a lot of driving on both our parts. So we ended up eating out most nights. Within one month I gained ten pounds. Ouch. It is so easy to gain the weight, not so easy to lose it. 

Fast forward about three more years. I’ve had two beautiful girls. While pregnant I ate everything. I took advantage of the fact that I could. When my second daughter was born I weighted 180. I had two under two. Dieting was not on my agenda. I just wanted to make it through the day. 

About a year later I was ready. My mind was made up to lose some weight. I researched a few diets and decided on the Slimfast diet. I bought breakfast and snack bars. I usually ate fast food for lunch so I did research. I never ate more than 500 calories at lunch. I was determined. It helped that my husband supported me. It helped that my children were young enough that I really didn’t have to cook for them. I lost forty pounds. Woohoo! I was excited. I weighted less than I did when I met my husband. 

Now the problem of keeping it off. (Laugh) 

I did what most of us do. I got complacent. I got lazy. I stopped exercising. I gained twenty pounds back. I’m not too disappointed, just a little. I know that this year I will do it again. My children are now 6 and 4. The perfect age to make me play and unknowingly get exercise. I want them to understand about being healthy. My husband still supports me (he lost weight at police academy and that is a major incentive for me). I bought a Fitbit at Christmas. I was challenging myself until I broke my ankle. 

So what am I going to do? Just because I’m sitting does not mean I eat more. I actually haven’t gained any weight during this time. Yay! So while I’m still recovering I’m going to use this time to plan my strategy. I should be up and running, so to speak, by summer. I am planning meals, outings with the family, etc. I’m researching healthy meals. I don’t want to lose weight and be healthy just for me but for my family too. I don’t want to be too tired to play with them. Plus I want them to know what a healthy lifestyle looks like. 

So here is to the start of something great! Again.  

My recliner, my friend

I broke my ankle on January 19, 2016. I have never broken any part of my body. I’m a wife and a mother. I do most of the things that need to be done. 
My husband has been the best. He has gone above and beyond all the things that needed to be done. I could not have asked for a better soulmate. My two daughters have also grown up during this time. They have to help mommy when daddy is at work, because he works nights. 

I, however, have had every type of emotion since this happened. I have gone through the depression stage a few times, and will probably have a couple more before it’s all over. I’ve sat in my recliner for over a month now. For the first three weeks I even slept in it. My only company during the day has been my phone and the TV. Never thought I would get tired of my phone. 

I am still in the non-weight bearing stage, which means I can’t stand on my foot. So I sit in the recliner. I do have a scooter to help me get around. This is much better than crutches. I am not good with crutches. The scooter allows a little more freedom. I can carry my own plate to the table. I can help with laundry. That’s about it though. 

Never in a million years did I think this would happen to me. I’m trying to make the best of it. There are some positive things that have happened from this. My girls can help with supper and give themselves a bath.

My recovery is far from over. In two weeks I go back to the doctor. Hopefully I will be able to put weight on it. I am so ready, and scared, to walk on it. In the meantime, my recliner is my friend. 

One more week

For eleven weeks I’ve been mother and father to our children. My husband has been at the police academy. He will graduate next week.I’m  not going to lie. It’s been hard. There have been nights that I would go to bed crying. 

He would leave on Sunday afternoons going back. I don’t think it would have been so hard if we could have talked during the week. By Thursday we were all on pins and needles. He would come home that day. Weekends were great, then it was Sunday again. 

I can’t explain all my emotions from this time but I will be glad when it’s over. I have really missed my husband. It has made our marriage closer. We talk more than we did before. We are more in tune to each other’s feelings. 

I can’t wait for next Thursday. He will be home for good. We will have our family back. Only one more week. 

Parents protect their children 

I am and always will be my momma’s baby. She has protected me from so many things over the years. Today at a birthday party she says “I have something to tell you”.  My heart dropped. I never like it when she says that. It’s never good. 

She proceeds to tell me that she had a breast cancer scare. Another drop. She didn’t want to tell me. My eyes are watering. I’m thinking I can’t do this. I don’t have the willpower. 

So she told me about the doctor finding the lump. The different tests that were going to be run. Then one day it was gone. They never did get to run the tests. Either the doctor was out or the machines were broken at that time. So we don’t know what it was. Just that it is gone. 

I realized in that moment I will always be my mother’s baby and no matter how old I am she is still protecting me from the bad things in the world.