Finally to onederland
Well I arrived back home last night after my dad's funeral, I haven't been eating much and was stuck in a stall when I left here. I had about 3 days where I was lucky to get my fluids and vitamins in before I was eating solids again. It could be just that and maybe the stall hasn't broken yet and just because I was on liquids only it moved. I believed I cried enough to remove all the fluids from my body, ate some not so good decision foods at the reception afterwards. I never seen so much food in my life and it was coming in every day that I was there in heaps.
I just hope the stall I was in is over. The rest of this journey is going towards my dad and his strength even though he tried to talk me out of it but gave me his blessing when he realized nothing was going to stop me.
So this morning I just stepped on the scale as I normally did to see if it has moved and it did a whooping 2 lbs. I could have been a bit more excited I guess but not under the cir****tances. I am not sure what to do with my emotions right now and hope they will settle down a bit. I cried all the way home on the highway just about to a point I had to pull over. My dad was a long haul truck driver but retired but everytime I seen a truck go by or I passed one the tears started, which then my daughter picked up on, it was a trucker's funeral and so proud of the way the rev did this even though it was heart breaking especially when he had a recording of a truck starting up and pulling away, to resemble the life we lived and now that engine was starting one last time and heading to heaven. Here is the poem I still cannot read without bawling my eyes out the last paragraph is the hardest, but it fit my dad to a tee. I have a recording of the funeral of the voice, songs and everything the rev said and have listened to it over and over again already. It was just out of this world and very touching.
Thunder Road
There's blue skies where I'm going up there on that Thunder Road,
You can see those big stacks smokin' as they pull that heavy load.
Won't have to worry about weigh stations as I roll across the sky. . .
... Won't have to watch for Mr. Smokey, and I'm a gonna let 'er fly!
Got a load to get to heaven -- dispatch didn't give me any time
Got to be there before nightfall, so I'm a gonna let 'er climb . . .
Climb up on those big white sun clouds, up there on that Thunder Road
Got to make some time up with this mighty heavy load . . .
My truck and I pull together, we work as if we are just one,
She's been a good companion and now we're on our final run.
It seems as if we've covered every highway on the ground,
But now we're rollin' steady 'cause we know we're homeward bound.
In the years we've rolled together, this truck and I have seen it all,
We've run with some real good people, and I smile as I recall
The hard times and the fussin' and the good times on the road,
The comraderie as we ran together thru the night and hauled our loads.
Truckers always pull together when they find some common ground,
And when you're lookin' for good people, there's none finer to be found!
But this time I'm rollin' solo, just me and my trusty truck,
We've got to get a goin', so goodbye . . . and lots of luck!
I'm rollin' up to heaven, up there on that Thunder Road,
They said they're waitin' for me and this very special load.
They said to check in with the angel at the guard shack of heaven's gate,
I guess they need another trucker to haul some of that holy freight!
So the next time you see the lightening and you hear that thunder roar,
Don't you worry about the storm clouds . . .
It'll be the diesel hummin' as we welcome home one more!
Here is my scale this morning.
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I just hope the stall I was in is over. The rest of this journey is going towards my dad and his strength even though he tried to talk me out of it but gave me his blessing when he realized nothing was going to stop me.
So this morning I just stepped on the scale as I normally did to see if it has moved and it did a whooping 2 lbs. I could have been a bit more excited I guess but not under the cir****tances. I am not sure what to do with my emotions right now and hope they will settle down a bit. I cried all the way home on the highway just about to a point I had to pull over. My dad was a long haul truck driver but retired but everytime I seen a truck go by or I passed one the tears started, which then my daughter picked up on, it was a trucker's funeral and so proud of the way the rev did this even though it was heart breaking especially when he had a recording of a truck starting up and pulling away, to resemble the life we lived and now that engine was starting one last time and heading to heaven. Here is the poem I still cannot read without bawling my eyes out the last paragraph is the hardest, but it fit my dad to a tee. I have a recording of the funeral of the voice, songs and everything the rev said and have listened to it over and over again already. It was just out of this world and very touching.
Thunder Road
There's blue skies where I'm going up there on that Thunder Road,
You can see those big stacks smokin' as they pull that heavy load.
Won't have to worry about weigh stations as I roll across the sky. . .
... Won't have to watch for Mr. Smokey, and I'm a gonna let 'er fly!
Got a load to get to heaven -- dispatch didn't give me any time
Got to be there before nightfall, so I'm a gonna let 'er climb . . .
Climb up on those big white sun clouds, up there on that Thunder Road
Got to make some time up with this mighty heavy load . . .
My truck and I pull together, we work as if we are just one,
She's been a good companion and now we're on our final run.
It seems as if we've covered every highway on the ground,
But now we're rollin' steady 'cause we know we're homeward bound.
In the years we've rolled together, this truck and I have seen it all,
We've run with some real good people, and I smile as I recall
The hard times and the fussin' and the good times on the road,
The comraderie as we ran together thru the night and hauled our loads.
Truckers always pull together when they find some common ground,
And when you're lookin' for good people, there's none finer to be found!
But this time I'm rollin' solo, just me and my trusty truck,
We've got to get a goin', so goodbye . . . and lots of luck!
I'm rollin' up to heaven, up there on that Thunder Road,
They said they're waitin' for me and this very special load.
They said to check in with the angel at the guard shack of heaven's gate,
I guess they need another trucker to haul some of that holy freight!
So the next time you see the lightening and you hear that thunder roar,
Don't you worry about the storm clouds . . .
It'll be the diesel hummin' as we welcome home one more!
Here is my scale this morning.
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Pre op 6 lbs lost, M1 - 23 lbs M2 - 11 lbs M3 - 12 M4 - 6 M5 -10 M6 -10 M7 -7 M8 - 4 M9 - 4
M10- 4 M11 - 5 M12 - 0
Sorry for your loss and that onederland came at such a difficult time. I hit onderland this week as well. What a wonderful feeling it us huh? Congrats on your success. 
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