New lifestyle changes that have been implemented —
- Exercising and walking on a daily basis; check.
- Changing the way I eat and thinking about what I’m eating; check.
- Changing my thinking about what I’m thinking about, too. My worried mind needs to become more zen-like and peaceful, apparently. Check-ish.
Okay, I’ve already had the “you need to have less stress in your life,” lecture by more than one doctor over the last few years — as if anyone in my real life is going to make that easy. So now I’ve been told…again. As if I have any control over what people do and say that creates this extra stress in my life…including the doctor! Yes, I know how to say “buh-bye” to people who start aggravating the snot out of me. I know how to walk away…but I’m starting to get a bit of a reputation, you know? That creates a whole other level of stress. *sigh* Seriously, y’all, I’m trying…
See? I’m feeling more zen-like already!
She (my doctor) says that if I follow these changes and take the meds she prescribed, I should feel much better in about eight or nine months, so I just have to stick with the plan. That means I have to even when I’m tempted not to. “Lord, lead me not into temptation, but deliver me from evil…and deliciousness I’m no longer allowed to consume.”
Also, I didn’t realize I was feeling that bad. According to my doctor looking over my blood lab results, I must be. Well, okay, then. I guess I stand corrected…since she’s the doctor. She, apparently, knows better how I feel than I do.
By the way, remind me to never trust a lab tech who looks at my blood in the vial and admires just what a beautiful color of red it is! She asked if I was O negative. According to the lab tech, people with this blood type have a really pretty shade to their blood. I’m sure there’s a reason for that. Only, I’m not O negative. But, oh yes, the color of my blood was a beautiful — gorgeous even — crimson! And it betrayed me with lousy lab results. So there’s that. But, hey, if after eight or nine months, I feel even BETTER than I already do, then there’s no downside, is there? I’m all in. By late April 2023, these changes will have become old habits. Fingers crossed.
I have to admit, I wasn’t easy to be around those first 24-48 hours after I was…told by my doctor. I wallowed and mumbled and grumbled. I was angry. Sarcastic, even. Can you imagine me being sarcastic? David and Ryan avoided me like I had covid or monkeypox. I even shed a tear or two.
David had so much sympathy for me that he went out and brought me back a surprise.
“What is THIS?” I asked with anticipation as he handed me the box.
“Well, I thought this might make you feel better,” he explained.
What a sweet husband!
I looked inside.
“Let me get this straight,” I said. “You thought that bringing me something I’ve been craving and asking for over the last two weeks…that you didn’t think twice about getting me during that time…and now that I’ve been told by my doctor I’m no longer allowed to have it…you decided to get me this NOW because you thought THIS would make me feel better?!!!!! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, DAVID! WHY ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?” (In fairness, I wasn’t accusing him unjustly; he was sitting with me in the doctor’s office when she gave me the news and explained what I could and could not eat. While she didn’t list actual food items, per se, she did say no sugar, very little processed food and an extreme cut back in my carb intake.)
He brought home a nine-inch cherry pie, by the way.
David looked dejected after I yelled at him. He claims he didn’t know I couldn’t eat cherry pie. I could throw it away if I wanted. He was only trying to make me feel better.
Then I felt guilty…and stressed. I yelled at my husband when he was only trying to do something nice to make me feel better. I am the absolute worst! I’m so sorry, David!
My husband’s heart is in the right place…or else he’s trying to kill me and gaslight me about it. I’d prefer to think it’s more the former with only a little bit of the latter thrown in. I love this man with all my heart, but, Dear God, he is the epitome of an enabler if ever there was one…AND HE NEEDS TO CUT THAT SHIT OUT!
AND I NEED TO BE MORE DISCIPLINED AND CULTIVATE MORE WILL POWER! AND BE NICER TO DAVID!
Because this happened on the first day of this news — what the hell — I ate the pie…just not the entire pie. Ry and David helped. Thus, I ended my past by eating forbidden fruit…pie.
Since then, I’ve embraced this new journey. I am RESOLVED in my endeavor to restore my bloodwork to acceptable, normal levels. Also, it’s given me the added opportunity of trying new things such as stevia and chia seeds. Pita chips and hummus, anyone? That may be my newest addiction. (David’s discovered he likes pita chips, too!) Oh and sugar-free popsicles. Those are mine. Hands off, fam, because I’m not sharing! The popsicles may be what gets me through the rest of the summer…and
keeps me from killing anyone! helps me to stay zen!
That’s what’s currently happening in my neck of the woods. So here are my questions and a request —
- What news do you have? It’s been a couple/few weeks, please catch me up!
- Do you plan on playing Mega Millions on Friday, July 29? It’s now over ONE BILLION DOLLARS! (I know inflation is awful, but that’s still a lot of money, isn’t it?)
- Will you take the lump sum or spread it out? Why?
- What’s the first thing you’re going to spend any of your winnings on? How do you plan to spend the rest?
- Also, If you have any tips to combat sugar/carb cravings and/or provide motivation to keep me going when it gets tough, that would be awesome!
Hope all is well in your world!
Now music, cuz what is quality of life without it?
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