Too obese to clean house

I am so ready to shed this fat suit! I have a good friend coming to spend the night tmro, and have been picking up the house. OMG I have gotten to the point that light house keeping is hurting me ;-( It really ****** me off that I have gotten to this point, AND makes me wish the next 5 months would hurry up and fly by so I can schedule surgery. I have had to sit down between chores and wait for the back pain to subside. I am waaay to young to feel like this.

Sorry, I just needed to rant. On the upside, my BFF and I are going to eat some Korean food, go to the Mosaic Templars Museum, and catch the Arkansas Symphony Orchestra tmro. Fun day!

I can relate to that. I used to feel exactly the same way.  It is much better now.  Have fun tomorrow!

Challie

She is coming to see you, not your house...don't sweat the small stuff hun and don't throw your back out or you won't have fun tomorrow :)

Enjoy

You are so right! Thank you for the reality check

 Hugs!!  You should see the state of my house...I tried before surgery to get things in order but it never happened. I'm looking forward to when I'm healed up to give things a going over without wearing myself out! We will get our messes straightened out eventually ;D

The other poster is right..your friend is coming to see you and not your house. Have fun with your BFF  :D  Sounds like you have a great time planned.

 Bless your heart....I know just how you feel.  I do my housework in shifts....and usually on days when I have a little energy, then I get alot done, well, for  me anyway.  They're absolutely right...she is coming to see you and not your house.  Shove stuff where it will go and be done with it!  Have fun and enjoy yourself, and know that before long, cleaning your house will NOT be a problem!

I remember the day that I...BMI of about 51-52, COPD and really bad knees...dropped an egg on the kitchen floor.  That sucker Humpty Dumptied all over the place.

I don't cry easily, but I cried.  I was afraid that if I bent over to get it, I'd cut off my air supply and pass out...and if I got on my knees to get it, I'd never be able to get up...and that if I left it there all day until Mr. Sue came home and saved me, I'd go into deep depression.

I FINALLY got the mess cleaned up but I think it took an hour or so.

Things will get better...honest!

I solved the dropped food on the floor a long time ago :)   DOGS!!!!

HAhahhahahahahaha. I love how they have those ears that memorize the tell-tale "thud" of food hitting the floor, then they scramble for it like it's going out of style. Then there's the "IF IT HITS THE FLOOR ITS MINE!!!!" look on their faces as they watch you cook.

Your story brought tears to my eyes because it reminded me of my mom.  She was like this for about 3 years before she died and I would have to go over and pick things up for her that she dropped, help her get out of bed, and call the fire dept when she fell. 

There was a part of me that was angry at her for letting herself go so badly and not taking her insurance's offer of a fully paid gastric bypass.  She said she didn't want to change the way she ate.  At this time I was having good luck with my lapband as far as weight loss but bad luck as far as getting dehydrated, not being able to eat, throwing up, etc. and she said watching me go through all that really solidified her decision not to have WLS.

We lost her in Jan 2010 due to complications brought on by morbid obesity.  I miss her every day, and looking back I wish I had helped her more cheerfully and with more patience and kindness.  I wish she was here now to hold my hand during this journey but I believe she's watching me and cheering me on now.