Friday, June 17, 2022

Last morning here! So naturally after almost 2 weeks of great sleep I was awake most of last night. Sigh!

Our friend has bronchitis and it had dropped his oxygen level into the 80's which is why he was so winded. Possibly an aftermath of COVID as he had it 2 weeks ago. His wife was very pleased with the doctor who had him tested for COVID, did a chest xray, blood tests, and an EKG to make sure nothing else was going on. He had 2 breathing treatments there and is on medication. He felt like a new man by the end of the day yesterday. What a relief as everyone was super worried about him.

Mike and I had a great night out for our 3 month anniversary. This morning we will go out to breakfast, walk, pack and go to the airport to pick up our little passengers, Ace and Kiss. Pictures will be on FB of course along with adoption information as both are going to foster homes and are available for adoption. That is the role my DD's friend played for the organization, fostering many puppies. DD rented a room from her for a while after breaking up with a serious boyfriend and used to both enjoy and be annoyed about the puppies (the latter when they made a mess).

My posting tomorrow will be from Boston. Have a full Friday!

Oxygen in the 80s, no wonder he was doing so poorly. Thank heavens for good treatment options!

Diane S, However much decluttering you accomplished is good. I'm interested in what your research on hoarding revealed. One theory that made sense to me is that is related to anxiety. My DH is not a world class hoarder, but he does keep enough stuff that it impacts our lives and the way we live. For example, I got new wine glasses, and DD said she would like the old ones, so I wrapped them up in a box, labeled them, and put them in the basement. Yesterday when I went to get them to bring to Boston, they were moved, and are now swallowed up by all the junk. It would be impossible for me to find them now. DH knows it's problematic behavior, he knows it makes our lives harder, but he still does it. He can bring himself to part with some things if we do it slowly, methodically and I calmly support him. Which often means me watching him sort stuff and encouraging him to let it go.

Today, more of the same. Errands, packing. Yesterday I finished planting what bedding plants I bought earlier. I cut back a lot, last year I spent about $300 on plants, this year only $85. I usually over fill planters, because the growing season is short and I want them to fill in fast. This time I planted fewer things per pot or flower box because I figure they'll fill in while I'm gone, and I didn't plant anything in the back yard, because I didn't think BFF could keep that many flowers alive.

We still haven't told her we're going to our friend's house without her. So chicken. I keep hoping she'll tell me she's going to see her grandkids or something. One time these friends were having a sit down dinner party at a restaurant to celebrate a birthday, and they specifically told my DH that they couldn't add her to the guest list, it was set. (We didn't ask, it was preemptive on their part) When we told her, we're going to a party hosted by so and so on Sunday, we actually had to say, sorry they have a set guest list. It's like she couldn't believe it. Anyhow...

I'm busy putting self tanner on my arms, as though that will make them look less fat. I don't like how I look and feel, but I can't seem to unlock the eating plan that could help me change things. Protein makes me feel better, but I don't lose. I just can't tolerate dropping below 1,200 calories a day, which is what I think I have to do to actually move the scale. Sigh. And so it goes...

I have to be 800-1000 calories to lose. So difficult!!!

Ugh! Do you feel wiped out? I am hungry at 1000, but its not unbearable thanks to my sleeve. But I just feel so depleted. Maybe that's the bitter truth I have to accept if I want to lose.

Because I know you're all on the edge of your seats regarding the little dramas of my life, BFF just texted (she's at work) that she is going out to dinner with a friend from high school tonight. Drama solved for now.

This non-confrontational gal loves it when potentially uncomfortable situations sort themselves!

Thank goodness!

I was lamenting my weight yesterday to my friend. It's not the number on the scale. It's the things that coincide to the number on the scale. It's always being tired, both physically and mentally (I'm not as chipper). It's overheating faster than I should. It's that walking and stairs register as more effort than effortless. It's not liking how I look in clothes and how few of my clothes fit. It's not wanting to see friends and family I haven't seen in a while because the difference in my appearance has changed dramatically since I last saw them. I could care less what that number is. I don't like what it equates to in my life and how I feel.

So back to the grindstone. I'm weighing myself every morning to cut out the ostriching. I'm trying to walk daily (I did not yesterday). I have made a few better choices with food and then made some really bad choices later in the day. Much more consistency need there. I may need to resume tracking and weighing food. Or at least just weighing out portions so I'm being honest with myself. The plus side is, every time I back slide I catch it a little sooner. I'm learning, albeit slowly.

Anyway. We are having a cool day in the low/mid 70s, so walking will be happening! And having not had breakfast yet, the day is a fresh new one and I can strive for good choices today.

Wishing happy days all around!

Yes to all of that! Vanity plays a role, but it's a small role. Being literally weighed down by the excess fat is what makes me sad. When I initially lost 140 pounds, I felt like I'd escaped a prison made of fat. Now I'm rebuilding that prison. Anyhow, after weighing and feeling sad, I too decided I could at least eat healthy food today in whatever amount. Turns out eggs with a bit of feta, olives and onions have me feeling pretty full.

Greetings all

Lordy am I one tired puppy. Neighbor and I spent two and a half hours on the garage and stuff. She is energetic and was willing to help me for free since we have helped them but I insisted on paying her. Moved all the garage stuff and rearranged it and put it back win an organized way. I didn't throw anything out except cardboard boxes and empty tubs and a vacuum cleaner that does not work. And got the tool cart out of the closet and into the garage!! Huge improvement and I am thrilled. The entire cargo space in our old SUV is full to the top with cardboard boxes. I am too tired to take it to the recycle today but it can sit there over night. But I sure feel great about this. I am going to have to take some advil.

Yeah DD hoarding is a sickness. I looked a little on line on a site called simple living or something like that. Kind of depressing as these people told their sad stories. Must look more for solutions as there was not much. But I do feel somewhat liberated.

Liz so glad your friend got treatment.

And CC I so hear you on the scale not being the main issue. Feeling heavy and tired out it the real issue. When I was skinny I felt weightless!. No wonder I feel tired out as I have about 50 extra pounds so its like a heavy suitcase. all the time.

More later maybe. I am seriously too tired to type. Plus the dogs are begging.

diane s