I am down 56.5 pounds and continue to keep focused. Last Thursday I was granted the right to eat again. It was a beautiful moment. The clouds parted, birds chirped, and beams of sun from heaven streamed down to me. "You mean I get to have 4 whole ounces of meat once a day??!!" I asked in pure excitement. I know most people out there reading this are thinking...'Really, she is bragging about 4 ounces?' Well my answer to those people is HELL YA I'M BRAGGING! Finally food! Not just fake food like pickles, lettuce, gasoline salad dressing and pickles, but MEAT! Juicy ________ (fill in the blank: grilled, baked, roasted, broiled, sauteed (in 1 tsp of light PAM) - MEAT!!!! I didn't think my life could get any better at that moment, but I was wrong.
Not only was I allowed to have 4oz of lean meat, it was open season for all veggies! Lets get real, that shouldn't and doesn't include potatoes, corn, or massive amounts of tomatoes. However, broccoli, cauliflower, asparagus, beans, and peas can again be enjoyed!!!! The best part is-I'm not finished...there is more!
I have been cleared to exercise for 20min three times a week! What a life saver that has been. Many of my friends know I have been sore-sore-sore for months. I had a glimpse to what it will feel like being 85 years old with arthritis and fake hip. I continued to laugh it off by saying, "I thought loosing weight made walking and doing things easier? I hurt more now than I did when I was chubby!". It was true. There were days I could barely get in and out of the car. I spent hours and hours sitting on a pillow as I added up the travel miles in my work car this past fall. It hurt to ride, it hurt to spread my legs, go up stairs, get in and out of cars, sit, stand, sleep ... you name it. Two weeks ago the doctor said I could start stretching and that helped a bunch. Now, throwing in some exercise made life better! I've got my flexibility back! I CAN TOUCH MY TOES!!!!
I was so excited when I realized this on Tuesday night after working out. I YELLED at Mitch to come to the basement where I showed him the four different positions I could touch my toes in! This amazing gift from God wasn't about flexibility it was about this large mass called my stomach that got in the way. Not anymore ... ;-)
While traveling this week, I failed to blog and mention about my weekend. The good news is, my body worked again. I ovulated with all of those symptoms us girls get. I can't count the number of times I have rolled my eyes at women who have said their "girls" are sore. I never believed it. OH MY GOD - it is the most awful feeling ever! I continue to think that when I get home, taking off my bra might make them feel better-NOPE! It is unbelievable. I am so sorry for never believing anyone woman that sore bubbies actually existed.
To make matters worse ... 10+ years of hormones escaped my body all at once. Last Friday. I left my office at 10am to go home and cry. Something happened, I hit a wall, and I dialed my bestie and my sister and they talked me off the ledge. I had no idea that hormones were so powerful. If you are not following me, let me explain. There is a great old classic movie of the 80's known as GHOSTBUSTERS ! In this movie, there is a scene where a man forced the Ghostbusters to release the hundreds of ghosts back into Manhattan. That was my hormones...hundreds of little demon bastards fighting their way out of my body to destroy everything in my path. What did this do to me??? Let me take you back.
It was 1973, Linda Blair played the part of a young girl who has become an icon. Just 37 years later, it was my turn to take over for Linda Blair in the movie, we all know as ... The Exorcist!!!! In less then 24 hours, sweet, cute, loving Joy started to experience strange behaviors. Joy cursed and yelled in a demonic male voice. Doors slammed, remotes flung through the air, and evil text messages were sent. Mitch, the love of Joy's life, remained calm and let Joy blow. At one point in time, Mitch considered the following options: to commit her for psychiatric testing, contact the local priests, or send her back to her parents with a full refund - he didn't. Even when Joy snapped at him for looking at her wrong or when Joy sent him an upset text because he started laundry ... he just let her work through her demon. The tragic tale comes to a end, when on Monday, Joy hugged Mitch, and said, "I'm so sorry for how I treated you. I don't know where that came from." Mitch responded, "It's okay ... it'll get better ... and I understand." So, here I am. I survived my 1st week of transition ... survived the worse case of hormonal whatever the hell that was ... and I have a hubby by my side (eating ice cream most likely).
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