Today marks 3 weeks since my VSG surgery. (That's vertical sleeve gastrectomy to those who don't have to deal with this info on a daily basis.) Three weeks. 21 days. On the other side. Wow. I didn't think I would ever make it here.
The first thing people who see me that knew about the surgery asks me is, "How are you?" Well, let me tell you...I am great. Excellent, Awesome. Magnificent. Outstanding. This is how I expected to be in June. This is unbelievable. I feel "good." In fact, I have been waking up earlier than normal. I don't feel like napping very often. (Well, you have to let me have a few - I mean, it IS Christmas break!)
The second thing everyone asks is, "How much have you lost?" Well, that depends on when you count from. On my "official" papers at the doctor's office, I have lost 28 pounds in the time from November 28 through December 23. (That includes the pre-op diet time.) However, I have actually lost 78 pounds already since I began this journey in March 2013. That is almost one of my children.
However, I am a little bummed. Another weight-loss surgery word is "stall." It is used to indicate that your body is currently stuck, and not losing weight. Well, I am a member of multiple weight loss surgery support groups, and I have always been annoyed when people freak out about a stall early on. I mean, did they not realize that they have just lost a large amount of weight in a short time, did they not understand that your body thinks it is starving, and is trying to save itself? What is wrong with these people? Well, guess what....I am that person. I have been at the same weight for about 10 days now, and it is freaking me out! I am barely able to consume 100 calories at a time, and I am not losing weight? What is happening? Is it me? The truth is, no, it is not me. My body is in shock. I am living off of a maximum of 500-600 calories a day now. Science tells me that as long as I continue this, I will lose weight. It is inevitable. There is an equation: Calories needed for your body > calories you take in = weight loss. It is a proven fact. And, 28# in 25 days is not bad.
I am not going to lie, the "all liquid" stage was not fun. Not terrible, but not fun. I am not a "sweets in the morning" type person, and when you are living on protein shakes, sweet is what you get! But I made it. I have had LOTS and LOTS of soup. Tomato Basil is a new favorite of mine, along with loaded potato. In fact, if you have any questions about any the creamy, not chunky soups at any Tupelo restaurant, I can probably help you out. This stage lasted for nearly two weeks, and I have survived it! Not only did I survive it, we even ate out several times, and I had no trouble to speak of.
Stage 2 was next, and in that stage, I was allowed pureed type foods. Runny grits, thin oatmeal, thicker soups, refried beans, applesauce, etc. Let me tell you - mashed potatoes and refried beans have been my staples! And cheese. Cheese was added to this stage, and let me tell you - I have melted it in soups, on beans, and a few times in a bowl without anything else! Also, refried beans opened up another restaurant option for the family... Mexican. We love Mexican. So, we went, and I "fancied up" some refried beans with a tiny bit of salsa and cheese dip, and it was DIVINE! And I was happy. (Also, it should be noted that I am not even able to eat an entire order of refried beans. My capacity is about 1.5-2 ounces now.)
I was supposed to start stage 3 on January 1. However, I have already started doing a little experimenting. The stages blend together at some spots, and I am just doing the best I can. I have experimented some, but typically only once a day, then I go back to a tried and true food. For instance, last night I made chicken salad (and chopped it into a puree with my Pampered Chef Chopper). It was so good! And, as that is the closest thing to dense protein, I was disappointed in what I was able to eat. I had fixed myself a small condiment bowl of it, and wasn't able to eat half. It is great. I get full so quickly, and I really don't crave a lot of things at all. Today, I haven't really experimented, I am just eating tiny bites of chicken salad, since I know it worked well.
Basically, I am doing great. This is an awesome journey, and I am so proud that God chose to make me wait. I truly appreciate it more than I would have if this had been an easy process.
Love to all!
Jolie
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Today Is a "Joyous" Day!
Well, I made it! Yay team! Finally, 18 months after the beginning of this journey, I have FINALLY taken the exit I was aiming for. And so far (all 3.5 days of it) have been smooth sailing!
On Tuesday, I didn't have to be at the hospital until 10 a.m. So, I got up, took the kids to school, came home and got ready for the day. I didn't feel well, I was dehydrated, and scared to death. We got there, and a sweet friend from church came to pray with us. When we went back, of course they needed a urine sample. (They really need to work on that - when you have been NPO for 10+ hours, following the bowel prep, it is hard to produce.) They had a hard time starting my IV (2 veins blew, 1 in each hand - another response to dehydration!) I was terrified. Dan was with me, of course. My rock. (I don't think I can do much without him!) Mama had a stomach virus, and wasn't able to be with us. But, we made it fine. It was an easy-going time.
Then, they finally took me back - I was terrified. I seriously almost told them to stop several times. I was terrified of the recovery, terrified of what would happen on the table. It was an unbelievable fear. Needless to say, I am so glad the nurse anesthetist worked quickly, or I might have been out having lunch ASAP! But, I drifted off to sleep quickly and painlessly.
I remember waking up (as much as one "wakes up") in the recovery room. All I could think was that I had a headache, and THAT is what I asked for medicine for! A headache! I really just wanted some ibuprofen, and a massage! I then remember them rolling me into the room with Dan, and getting one of the sweetest kisses ever. FYI - I love that man SO MUCH! The nurses on the bariatric hall are great, and I took great care of me - giving me the pain medicine quickly. At this time, Dan and I were still alone, as everyone who loves us had done us the favor of going to Sadie's orchestra concert. I woke up fairly quickly, and walked to the restroom with no problems. Then, remembering the death pain of walking after surgery last time, I steeled myself, and started down the hall. And guess what - It did not hurt! It was a little uncomfortable, but it didn't really hurt. Tuesday night I was up and down several times going to the restroom and walking, and I am proud to say I had completed my 18 laps (1 mile) before Dr. Pinson came to see me the next morning.
Wednesday morning, I had to go down for a swallow study. For those of you who don't know, that means I had to drink some barium, and make sure there were no leaks in my new, pocket-sized stomach. I passed. And almost passed out. That is not a pleasant memory! I felt so much regret for all of the patients I have sent for modified swallow studies over the years...Ick! I was very nauseated, but didn't really have a lot of pain, except a neck/headache. When Dan finally came back after work, we rolled up a towel for me to put under my neck instead of the pillow, and that was great!
Thursday, I woke up and literally just hung out until I was discharged about 3:15. My IV ran out early, so the nurse took it out for me. I wasn't in any pain. So, I just hung out, drank water and juice, and waited to be discharged.
Dan came by and picked me up, and we went to the car rider line to get my babies! I had great friends who had volunteered to bring them home for me, but the look in their eyes when they saw me was worth the wait! We came home, and started setting me up. It was great! A friend dropped by and brought the sweetest get well cards from my little friends at church and to check on me. I did without any pain medication or anti-nausea medicine all day Thursday.
Then, Friday came. I was expecting the worst, because we all know that our grandmothers tell us that "day 3" is the worst day of all. So, I woke up at 5:30, and Dan helped spur the kids to get ready for school. My sweet Moe brought me a massaging neck pillow for my headache/neckache. And I was bored. Bored. Bored. So, I drove over to the Wellness Center and walked half a mile. Then, I drove to school and picked up my kids. It was a great day. I took in about 47 ounces of the 64 ounces I am shooting for. As it is only day 3, though, I really can't hold that much at one time. But I will get there. Friday ended up as another "no pain medication" day, praise the Lord.
Today, I am taking it easy, watching Netflix, and catching up on some crocheting. Nothing major. And, I am praising the Lord. You see, now, I understand His timing. It wasn't about my timing, it was about His. He worked things out, and is providing me with an exceptional healing experience. Now, I am not naive. I know I will have bad days, but I pray that each of those "difficult" days will lead me to remember the blessings He has provided me!
And finally, a huge shout out of thanks to all of you who have posted on my Facebook, texted, called and checked on me, helped me out. The love and support I have received is totally overwhelming...
Thanks, Friends. I love you!
On Tuesday, I didn't have to be at the hospital until 10 a.m. So, I got up, took the kids to school, came home and got ready for the day. I didn't feel well, I was dehydrated, and scared to death. We got there, and a sweet friend from church came to pray with us. When we went back, of course they needed a urine sample. (They really need to work on that - when you have been NPO for 10+ hours, following the bowel prep, it is hard to produce.) They had a hard time starting my IV (2 veins blew, 1 in each hand - another response to dehydration!) I was terrified. Dan was with me, of course. My rock. (I don't think I can do much without him!) Mama had a stomach virus, and wasn't able to be with us. But, we made it fine. It was an easy-going time.
Then, they finally took me back - I was terrified. I seriously almost told them to stop several times. I was terrified of the recovery, terrified of what would happen on the table. It was an unbelievable fear. Needless to say, I am so glad the nurse anesthetist worked quickly, or I might have been out having lunch ASAP! But, I drifted off to sleep quickly and painlessly.
I remember waking up (as much as one "wakes up") in the recovery room. All I could think was that I had a headache, and THAT is what I asked for medicine for! A headache! I really just wanted some ibuprofen, and a massage! I then remember them rolling me into the room with Dan, and getting one of the sweetest kisses ever. FYI - I love that man SO MUCH! The nurses on the bariatric hall are great, and I took great care of me - giving me the pain medicine quickly. At this time, Dan and I were still alone, as everyone who loves us had done us the favor of going to Sadie's orchestra concert. I woke up fairly quickly, and walked to the restroom with no problems. Then, remembering the death pain of walking after surgery last time, I steeled myself, and started down the hall. And guess what - It did not hurt! It was a little uncomfortable, but it didn't really hurt. Tuesday night I was up and down several times going to the restroom and walking, and I am proud to say I had completed my 18 laps (1 mile) before Dr. Pinson came to see me the next morning.
Wednesday morning, I had to go down for a swallow study. For those of you who don't know, that means I had to drink some barium, and make sure there were no leaks in my new, pocket-sized stomach. I passed. And almost passed out. That is not a pleasant memory! I felt so much regret for all of the patients I have sent for modified swallow studies over the years...Ick! I was very nauseated, but didn't really have a lot of pain, except a neck/headache. When Dan finally came back after work, we rolled up a towel for me to put under my neck instead of the pillow, and that was great!
Thursday, I woke up and literally just hung out until I was discharged about 3:15. My IV ran out early, so the nurse took it out for me. I wasn't in any pain. So, I just hung out, drank water and juice, and waited to be discharged.
Dan came by and picked me up, and we went to the car rider line to get my babies! I had great friends who had volunteered to bring them home for me, but the look in their eyes when they saw me was worth the wait! We came home, and started setting me up. It was great! A friend dropped by and brought the sweetest get well cards from my little friends at church and to check on me. I did without any pain medication or anti-nausea medicine all day Thursday.
Then, Friday came. I was expecting the worst, because we all know that our grandmothers tell us that "day 3" is the worst day of all. So, I woke up at 5:30, and Dan helped spur the kids to get ready for school. My sweet Moe brought me a massaging neck pillow for my headache/neckache. And I was bored. Bored. Bored. So, I drove over to the Wellness Center and walked half a mile. Then, I drove to school and picked up my kids. It was a great day. I took in about 47 ounces of the 64 ounces I am shooting for. As it is only day 3, though, I really can't hold that much at one time. But I will get there. Friday ended up as another "no pain medication" day, praise the Lord.
Today, I am taking it easy, watching Netflix, and catching up on some crocheting. Nothing major. And, I am praising the Lord. You see, now, I understand His timing. It wasn't about my timing, it was about His. He worked things out, and is providing me with an exceptional healing experience. Now, I am not naive. I know I will have bad days, but I pray that each of those "difficult" days will lead me to remember the blessings He has provided me!
And finally, a huge shout out of thanks to all of you who have posted on my Facebook, texted, called and checked on me, helped me out. The love and support I have received is totally overwhelming...
Thanks, Friends. I love you!
Monday, December 8, 2014
Third Time's a Charm, Right?
Well, today may be a myriad of posts. I am home and pre-op today, so I am ALONE! For those of you who know us, you know I am never ALONE! I am in the same building with one of my kids at all times! So, today I have a relaxing day planned. I plan on packing, maybe cleaning a little, and working on some crochet/knit projects that I am trying to finish up.
In the last few weeks, I have been asked multiple times if I am nervous, excited, scared, etc. Well, in all honesty, I am tired. It has literally been 18 months since I first visited the Bariatric Clinic to start researching this procedure. At that time, I was very skeptical. But the more I investigated this procedure, the more interested I became. I was mid pre-op procedure in February, when it was cancelled. Then, I did the whole "pre-op" thing again in June. Now, here I am again!
I really haven't felt like posting much in the past 6 months. It has really taken me a lot longer to recover from the last surgery than I thought. But, I am now able to breathe without feeling it, and only rarely do I have any pain or twinges. That being said, I am not overjoyed at more anesthesia and cutting.
I will say this, the liquid diet is not as bad as you would think. I even went to a Grow Group Christmas party on Friday night, and had a great time. I ate some soup before we went, then had a shake while I was there. I stayed away from the food, and it was good! Then, I got home and we had been "Elfed" by our dear neighbors, with a box of goodies from Rosie's. I have just ignored the box this whole weekend, and I have made it fine. I will say this, I am a little anti-social at meal times. I find that I feel a little selfish right now, but I have talked to Dan and the kids, and let them know it is just a survival thing for right now, and that it WILL get better soon.
Thanks for all of your continued prayers...I hope to post again soon!
Love you all!
In the last few weeks, I have been asked multiple times if I am nervous, excited, scared, etc. Well, in all honesty, I am tired. It has literally been 18 months since I first visited the Bariatric Clinic to start researching this procedure. At that time, I was very skeptical. But the more I investigated this procedure, the more interested I became. I was mid pre-op procedure in February, when it was cancelled. Then, I did the whole "pre-op" thing again in June. Now, here I am again!
I really haven't felt like posting much in the past 6 months. It has really taken me a lot longer to recover from the last surgery than I thought. But, I am now able to breathe without feeling it, and only rarely do I have any pain or twinges. That being said, I am not overjoyed at more anesthesia and cutting.
I will say this, the liquid diet is not as bad as you would think. I even went to a Grow Group Christmas party on Friday night, and had a great time. I ate some soup before we went, then had a shake while I was there. I stayed away from the food, and it was good! Then, I got home and we had been "Elfed" by our dear neighbors, with a box of goodies from Rosie's. I have just ignored the box this whole weekend, and I have made it fine. I will say this, I am a little anti-social at meal times. I find that I feel a little selfish right now, but I have talked to Dan and the kids, and let them know it is just a survival thing for right now, and that it WILL get better soon.
Thanks for all of your continued prayers...I hope to post again soon!
Love you all!
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Not So Joyous
Well, here we are, 2 months after my last post. And, I hate to say, this, but I have NOT been very joyous lately. Not a bit, in fact. You might say that I had a month of recovery, and then a 2 month pity party. I am not proud of this, but I just want to be honest.
You see, I had visions of myself starting school in a smaller size, withering away before people's eyes. But, that was not God had planned. Now, His plan is infinitely better than mine, mind you. (I mean, I am living, my liver is functioning well, and I am mostly healed.) But you see, OTHERS can't see that change in me. And I think that is what I wanted. I wanted OTHERS to see me become more socially acceptable (aka - thinner, smaller, etc). I wanted OTHERS to compliment ME on MY change. And I don't think that is what God wanted. To continue to be honest, I am almost embarrassed. I built up the surgery, and it didn't happen. I wonder if people are thinking I am silly, or that it did happen, and it just isn't working for me.
From the beginning, I have wanted this to be about a focus on God. And for a while there, I think it was. Well, at least while it was all going my way. But, things changed. And I have had a rough summer. This has been a trial, and I am trying to use this testimony to show how God works in ways we don't understand, and that He has an ultimate plan that may not match ours. But, I have to admit, I have had some anger, some questioning, and a lot of frustration.
I don't like to be sick. I don't like to depend on people. I am "THE MOM," and I want to do all that title entails. I missed a MONTH of my kids' summer. I sent them off to camp/grandmother's for 2 weeks of the 4 I was actually up and functioning. All because I wasn't able to function and take care of them both. I feel cheated out of my summer, and of spending time with my family.
Now, school has started, and I am exhausted. And this is not typical school starting back exhaustion, this is different. It takes all I have plus some to make it until 3:00 on Friday afternoons, and then I literally come home and go to bed (or fall asleep in my chair.) And I don't like it, not a bit.
What makes this exhaustion even worse, is knowing that I am NOT doing all I can to fight it. (There's some more honesty for ya!) I'm not. I am not walking. I can't tell you the last time I attended an aerobics class or the Wellness Center. I am not doing my part. I am not drinking my water, I am back on my Diet Pepsi train. I am eating too many carbs again. I am not reading and studying my Bible like I should. I have FALLEN OFF OF THE PROVERBIAL WAGON (and feel like it has run me over!)
That is part of what this post is about. Confession time. I HAVE fallen off the wagon. But, I know that my God is a loving and forgiving God. So, tonight, when I finish this post, I am going to get in my Bible. I am going to run back into my Father's arms like the prodigal daughter I am, and I am going to thank Him for His plan. And I am telling you this, because I need accountability. So, please pray for me, and if I ask you for a Diet Pepsi, give me some water with lemon and assure me that I will feel better in a few days...
Thanks for reading! Love you all!
Jolie
You see, I had visions of myself starting school in a smaller size, withering away before people's eyes. But, that was not God had planned. Now, His plan is infinitely better than mine, mind you. (I mean, I am living, my liver is functioning well, and I am mostly healed.) But you see, OTHERS can't see that change in me. And I think that is what I wanted. I wanted OTHERS to see me become more socially acceptable (aka - thinner, smaller, etc). I wanted OTHERS to compliment ME on MY change. And I don't think that is what God wanted. To continue to be honest, I am almost embarrassed. I built up the surgery, and it didn't happen. I wonder if people are thinking I am silly, or that it did happen, and it just isn't working for me.
From the beginning, I have wanted this to be about a focus on God. And for a while there, I think it was. Well, at least while it was all going my way. But, things changed. And I have had a rough summer. This has been a trial, and I am trying to use this testimony to show how God works in ways we don't understand, and that He has an ultimate plan that may not match ours. But, I have to admit, I have had some anger, some questioning, and a lot of frustration.
I don't like to be sick. I don't like to depend on people. I am "THE MOM," and I want to do all that title entails. I missed a MONTH of my kids' summer. I sent them off to camp/grandmother's for 2 weeks of the 4 I was actually up and functioning. All because I wasn't able to function and take care of them both. I feel cheated out of my summer, and of spending time with my family.
Now, school has started, and I am exhausted. And this is not typical school starting back exhaustion, this is different. It takes all I have plus some to make it until 3:00 on Friday afternoons, and then I literally come home and go to bed (or fall asleep in my chair.) And I don't like it, not a bit.
What makes this exhaustion even worse, is knowing that I am NOT doing all I can to fight it. (There's some more honesty for ya!) I'm not. I am not walking. I can't tell you the last time I attended an aerobics class or the Wellness Center. I am not doing my part. I am not drinking my water, I am back on my Diet Pepsi train. I am eating too many carbs again. I am not reading and studying my Bible like I should. I have FALLEN OFF OF THE PROVERBIAL WAGON (and feel like it has run me over!)
That is part of what this post is about. Confession time. I HAVE fallen off the wagon. But, I know that my God is a loving and forgiving God. So, tonight, when I finish this post, I am going to get in my Bible. I am going to run back into my Father's arms like the prodigal daughter I am, and I am going to thank Him for His plan. And I am telling you this, because I need accountability. So, please pray for me, and if I ask you for a Diet Pepsi, give me some water with lemon and assure me that I will feel better in a few days...
Thanks for reading! Love you all!
Jolie
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Lost Time, and Remembered Love
Wow, I just checked the date on my last post. June 9. That was a while ago. Sorry - but I have been on experiencing some "lost time" this month. This oh-so-lovely surgery appears to have done a number on me. I sit here, doing nothing. No Facebook, no texting, no phone calls. No television. No reading. Just nothing. And if you know me, you know that is not normal.
I blame it on the anesthesia. The "staring into space" AND the sometimes overly emotional crying - I blame it all on the anesthesia. Might as well, it can't "argue back." :)
Now - to recap. The last time I wrote was Monday, June 9. On Wednesday, June 11, I made my first venture out into the real world for a follow-up, where I learned that all my pathology had come back benign. Yay!!!! However, that day trip literally WORE ME OUT. I mean, I went to bed before 5:00, Dan had to practically feed me dinner...I was DONE! Then, on Thursday, I really did not feel well at all. And on Friday, I started running a fever. Well, finally, when Dan was home with me on Saturday, and I was once again running a fever, he called the surgeon on call. He called me in an antibiotic, and I started it Saturday afternoon. Within 5 hours we could tell it was starting to work. However, I remained sickly through Wednesday, when I once again headed out to the doctor. Dr. Pinson was convinced I was better, but did encourage me to WALK more! (I know - I have been a horrible rehab patient this time around.) Once again, the doctor's visit wore me out, and I slept away. Finally, on Saturday, Dan Reid made me get up and about. I went to my mom's, and laid on her couch. All day. It was good for me to get out, and see some people. I was not up to church today, but I hope to be there next week, especially if I can get a few good walks in this week to build up my strength.
Now, I have had a TON of things running through my mind (and I don't promise it has all been sane!). I will start with the irony, and move on to the serious. -
Irony - I was supposed to have a bariatric surgery that would alter what I am able to eat and drink. I was SO AFRAID of starving. Well, no bariatric surgery completed - I have NO dietary restrictions, and I am struggling to eat a bite of anything! Well, up until yesterday, that is. I will eat 2-3 bites of something, then I am full, and sick. Because of this, I have lost an additional 15-20 pounds this month. At my last weigh-in on my home scale, I have now officially lost 78# in a year. Now, I can tell my appetite is coming back, and I am going to have to get back on it soon, but for now, I am letting it ride. I am eating what I think my body needs to heal, and prepare itself for the rest of this journey.
Now, for the serious note. I am no theologian, scholar, or expert. However, I have learned a lesson this month that I want all young girls who dream of marrying someday to know. Dan Reid has shown me the most self-less love imaginable during this time. Now, those of you who know him, know that Dan is one of the most practical people on the face of this earth. No, he didn't send me flowers. Yes, he only took off work one day (but FYI - I insisted on only 1 day!) We are not the most romantic couple you will ever see...We are more likely to save our money for a household necessity rather than to buy gifts for each other. But I have been moved to tears more than once this week by his love.
This precious man has performed tasks that no one should have to perform for their spouse, especially a man for his wife. He has slept (well, laid on the couch) in my hospital room every night but one (when I sent him home.) He has continued to sleep in our guest bed, because I sleep better in the recliner in the guest room, and he doesn't want to be far from me. He wakes up to walk with me to the bathroom multiple times each night. He INSISTS that I sleep in my sexy, green "grippy socks" from the hospital so I don't fall. He has run this house like a well-oiled machine in my "absence." He has a system, and the kids are following it. Yes, all of my pajamas may be piled on top of the washing machine, but if I need clean clothes, they are right there, in easy reach. He has gone to work for his 10+ hour days, and then come home to water the flowers I helped JC plant, and promised to help take care of. He comes home and makes sure the kids and I are fed. He has grocery shopped for any little thing my heart desired. He has done laundry and dishes. He makes sure I have a shower and a walk every day. And he has done it all with a smile, a kiss, and a tender "I love yous" for the kids and me.
This, ladies and gentlemen, This is love. Love as a verb...And I cry as I sit here typing this. I wish that all of the young ladies who are looking for Mr. Right would look for more of these qualities, and less of the worldly qualities such as looks and money. To have been blessed by God by this man is unreal. To me, this week/month especially, when I have had to have assistance with EVERY activity of daily living from toileting to brushing my teeth, I cannot imagine not having a love like this. Someone who selflessly helps with any task no matter how menial or disgusting. Who doesn't tease. Who wakes up in the middle of the night to hold your hand, because he just felt like you needed it.
That, friends - That is what you should pray for. This type of love is what I pray for my children. Both of them.
Thank you, God, for using this time to show me how blessed I am to have such a special man as my partner. Please allow me to remember the love this man has shown to me, and let me be worthy of such a love! Please work your will in our lives, and help me to be the wife he deserves....
Have a blessed week!
I blame it on the anesthesia. The "staring into space" AND the sometimes overly emotional crying - I blame it all on the anesthesia. Might as well, it can't "argue back." :)
Now - to recap. The last time I wrote was Monday, June 9. On Wednesday, June 11, I made my first venture out into the real world for a follow-up, where I learned that all my pathology had come back benign. Yay!!!! However, that day trip literally WORE ME OUT. I mean, I went to bed before 5:00, Dan had to practically feed me dinner...I was DONE! Then, on Thursday, I really did not feel well at all. And on Friday, I started running a fever. Well, finally, when Dan was home with me on Saturday, and I was once again running a fever, he called the surgeon on call. He called me in an antibiotic, and I started it Saturday afternoon. Within 5 hours we could tell it was starting to work. However, I remained sickly through Wednesday, when I once again headed out to the doctor. Dr. Pinson was convinced I was better, but did encourage me to WALK more! (I know - I have been a horrible rehab patient this time around.) Once again, the doctor's visit wore me out, and I slept away. Finally, on Saturday, Dan Reid made me get up and about. I went to my mom's, and laid on her couch. All day. It was good for me to get out, and see some people. I was not up to church today, but I hope to be there next week, especially if I can get a few good walks in this week to build up my strength.
Now, I have had a TON of things running through my mind (and I don't promise it has all been sane!). I will start with the irony, and move on to the serious. -
Irony - I was supposed to have a bariatric surgery that would alter what I am able to eat and drink. I was SO AFRAID of starving. Well, no bariatric surgery completed - I have NO dietary restrictions, and I am struggling to eat a bite of anything! Well, up until yesterday, that is. I will eat 2-3 bites of something, then I am full, and sick. Because of this, I have lost an additional 15-20 pounds this month. At my last weigh-in on my home scale, I have now officially lost 78# in a year. Now, I can tell my appetite is coming back, and I am going to have to get back on it soon, but for now, I am letting it ride. I am eating what I think my body needs to heal, and prepare itself for the rest of this journey.
Now, for the serious note. I am no theologian, scholar, or expert. However, I have learned a lesson this month that I want all young girls who dream of marrying someday to know. Dan Reid has shown me the most self-less love imaginable during this time. Now, those of you who know him, know that Dan is one of the most practical people on the face of this earth. No, he didn't send me flowers. Yes, he only took off work one day (but FYI - I insisted on only 1 day!) We are not the most romantic couple you will ever see...We are more likely to save our money for a household necessity rather than to buy gifts for each other. But I have been moved to tears more than once this week by his love.
This precious man has performed tasks that no one should have to perform for their spouse, especially a man for his wife. He has slept (well, laid on the couch) in my hospital room every night but one (when I sent him home.) He has continued to sleep in our guest bed, because I sleep better in the recliner in the guest room, and he doesn't want to be far from me. He wakes up to walk with me to the bathroom multiple times each night. He INSISTS that I sleep in my sexy, green "grippy socks" from the hospital so I don't fall. He has run this house like a well-oiled machine in my "absence." He has a system, and the kids are following it. Yes, all of my pajamas may be piled on top of the washing machine, but if I need clean clothes, they are right there, in easy reach. He has gone to work for his 10+ hour days, and then come home to water the flowers I helped JC plant, and promised to help take care of. He comes home and makes sure the kids and I are fed. He has grocery shopped for any little thing my heart desired. He has done laundry and dishes. He makes sure I have a shower and a walk every day. And he has done it all with a smile, a kiss, and a tender "I love yous" for the kids and me.
This, ladies and gentlemen, This is love. Love as a verb...And I cry as I sit here typing this. I wish that all of the young ladies who are looking for Mr. Right would look for more of these qualities, and less of the worldly qualities such as looks and money. To have been blessed by God by this man is unreal. To me, this week/month especially, when I have had to have assistance with EVERY activity of daily living from toileting to brushing my teeth, I cannot imagine not having a love like this. Someone who selflessly helps with any task no matter how menial or disgusting. Who doesn't tease. Who wakes up in the middle of the night to hold your hand, because he just felt like you needed it.
That, friends - That is what you should pray for. This type of love is what I pray for my children. Both of them.
Thank you, God, for using this time to show me how blessed I am to have such a special man as my partner. Please allow me to remember the love this man has shown to me, and let me be worthy of such a love! Please work your will in our lives, and help me to be the wife he deserves....
Have a blessed week!
Monday, June 9, 2014
A journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step...
Hello, friends! This is NOT the post I expected to be making today. Today's post was supposed to be all "Yay, it's over!" and "Whoo - hoo....Guess how much I have lost now?!?"
Nope - Today I am going to talk about my journey, and some detours that I have had to take. I like to tell my "stroke patients" in the nursing home that they (and their words) are STILL IN THERE. We just have to find the way to get them out. I always use a trip to Walmart as an example. There are as many different ways to get to Walmart in Tupelo as there are people going there. Just because you don't go "my way" does not mean your way is wrong. (Just don't tell Dan Reid I said that, because he ALWAYS goes the wrong way!).
Last Tuesday, I had "paid my dues." I had been on a full liquid diet for 3 days, a clear liquid diet for 1 day, and had tolerated the 8000mg of antibiotics AND the bowel prep. I was up, showered, and off to the hospital. They rolled me back shortly after 1pm, and I was expecting to wake up a changed woman. Vertical sleeve in place, weight loss tool in place, ready to tackle the world.
Then, I came to in the recovery room. You know, they REALLY want to talk to you a lot back there, and I was SO not in the mood for listening. Especially when all I could remember was Dr. Pinson saying "we didn't do your sleeve, but I will do it for you when you heal from this." WHAT!?!?!? I mean, REALLY!?!?!? To wake up in pain, and be told that you didn't get your surgery? Not cool! Well, there was a lot of blur in the recovery room, and later in my room that night. Dr. Pinson came around AGAIN and reiterated that he would take care of my vertical sleeve, but not until I healed.
Now - Here is the story as it was told to me later:
Dan and Mama were sent up to my hospital room when they took me back for surgery. Dan went to get some lunch, and while he was gone, Dr. Pinson called the room and told Mama that my gallbladder looked abnormal, and that he thought he needed to remove it. Mama said fine - whatever was best. Then, Dan came back, and she told him. As they were talking about it, they both realized/remembered that I had had my gallbladder removed in 2005, when Jon Carter was a baby. I guess they began to get concerned around then. The hour and a half surgery ended up taking over 3 hours. When they brought me out, Dr. Pinson went and explained to Dan and Mama that I had some type of massive cyst/growth on my liver that he had had to remove. When he "showed" me the size with his hands, it was reminiscent of a cantaloupe. This growth contained at least a liter of bile. Dr. Pinson had consulted with Dr. Charles Pigott, and neither of them had ever seen anything like it. The two of them consulted a pathologist, and the 3 of them all agreed that it had to go. So go it did.
As I recovered in the hospital for a few extra days (5!) I realized how blessed I was. 1) My doctors feel that this growth is benign, and that they think they got it all. 2) There were 3 physicians and a resident that were responsible for me - One was Dr. Pinson, who I have developed a relationship with over the past year, another was Charles Pigott, who has kids around the same age as my kids, and he has been my surgeon before (he is also my grandmother's neighbor), and the third doctor was a pathologist. Well, I know exactly 1 pathologist in this world, and it was him - Rob Jarrett, who is one of Jon Carter's friends dads. So, you see, God placed these 3 there to take care of me. I truly believe that! This growth was discovered in a controlled operating room, not after a spontaneous rupture where we would be wondering what was going on.
As you see - My journey has taken a detour. However, I will continue to work toward my weight loss goals, and I will pray to see if the vertical sleeve is a step that I will need to take in my future. Right now, I am literally just too sore, too tired, and too sick to make that kind of decision. However, please know that I am sure that I am 100% exactly where God wants me to be this week.
Thank you all who have called, texted, prayed, picked up kids, delivered kids, cooked meals... It is all appreciated, and I don't have any idea how long it will be before I can resume normal activities. So, thank you!
Blessings in your journeys, my friends! Love you all!
Nope - Today I am going to talk about my journey, and some detours that I have had to take. I like to tell my "stroke patients" in the nursing home that they (and their words) are STILL IN THERE. We just have to find the way to get them out. I always use a trip to Walmart as an example. There are as many different ways to get to Walmart in Tupelo as there are people going there. Just because you don't go "my way" does not mean your way is wrong. (Just don't tell Dan Reid I said that, because he ALWAYS goes the wrong way!).
Last Tuesday, I had "paid my dues." I had been on a full liquid diet for 3 days, a clear liquid diet for 1 day, and had tolerated the 8000mg of antibiotics AND the bowel prep. I was up, showered, and off to the hospital. They rolled me back shortly after 1pm, and I was expecting to wake up a changed woman. Vertical sleeve in place, weight loss tool in place, ready to tackle the world.
Then, I came to in the recovery room. You know, they REALLY want to talk to you a lot back there, and I was SO not in the mood for listening. Especially when all I could remember was Dr. Pinson saying "we didn't do your sleeve, but I will do it for you when you heal from this." WHAT!?!?!? I mean, REALLY!?!?!? To wake up in pain, and be told that you didn't get your surgery? Not cool! Well, there was a lot of blur in the recovery room, and later in my room that night. Dr. Pinson came around AGAIN and reiterated that he would take care of my vertical sleeve, but not until I healed.
Now - Here is the story as it was told to me later:
Dan and Mama were sent up to my hospital room when they took me back for surgery. Dan went to get some lunch, and while he was gone, Dr. Pinson called the room and told Mama that my gallbladder looked abnormal, and that he thought he needed to remove it. Mama said fine - whatever was best. Then, Dan came back, and she told him. As they were talking about it, they both realized/remembered that I had had my gallbladder removed in 2005, when Jon Carter was a baby. I guess they began to get concerned around then. The hour and a half surgery ended up taking over 3 hours. When they brought me out, Dr. Pinson went and explained to Dan and Mama that I had some type of massive cyst/growth on my liver that he had had to remove. When he "showed" me the size with his hands, it was reminiscent of a cantaloupe. This growth contained at least a liter of bile. Dr. Pinson had consulted with Dr. Charles Pigott, and neither of them had ever seen anything like it. The two of them consulted a pathologist, and the 3 of them all agreed that it had to go. So go it did.
As I recovered in the hospital for a few extra days (5!) I realized how blessed I was. 1) My doctors feel that this growth is benign, and that they think they got it all. 2) There were 3 physicians and a resident that were responsible for me - One was Dr. Pinson, who I have developed a relationship with over the past year, another was Charles Pigott, who has kids around the same age as my kids, and he has been my surgeon before (he is also my grandmother's neighbor), and the third doctor was a pathologist. Well, I know exactly 1 pathologist in this world, and it was him - Rob Jarrett, who is one of Jon Carter's friends dads. So, you see, God placed these 3 there to take care of me. I truly believe that! This growth was discovered in a controlled operating room, not after a spontaneous rupture where we would be wondering what was going on.
As you see - My journey has taken a detour. However, I will continue to work toward my weight loss goals, and I will pray to see if the vertical sleeve is a step that I will need to take in my future. Right now, I am literally just too sore, too tired, and too sick to make that kind of decision. However, please know that I am sure that I am 100% exactly where God wants me to be this week.
Thank you all who have called, texted, prayed, picked up kids, delivered kids, cooked meals... It is all appreciated, and I don't have any idea how long it will be before I can resume normal activities. So, thank you!
Blessings in your journeys, my friends! Love you all!
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Fatherly Love
I haven't REALLY been happy with my last few blog posts. I have really wanted to post some deep, spiritual insights, however, I have had none. I don't want this site to be about me, or my kids, or Dan. I really want this site to be about God, and the work He is doing in my life through this weigh loss journey. But lately, I have just done good to get up and go to work. If you work in education, you will understand this. May just sucks the life right out of you! MCT2, IEPs, dismissals, parties, Awards Days, Field Days, end-of-year special education testing...Needless to say, I have been a tad bit overwhelmed. Add to that the physical stress of eating only 30g of carbs a day, and trying NOT to drink Diet Pepsi...Wow! Let's just say we are lucky my head hasn't exploded yet, or that I am not wearing one of those nice white vests that ties in the back!
Anyway - I digress. Spiritual truths or revelations.
So, today I had to go to have my pre-op bloodwork/testing done at the hospital. I sat down and opened my Nook app, but felt guilty because I haven't been reading the Bible like I should. So, I reluctantly closed that app, and opened my Bible app. It opened to the "Verse of the Day" for today's date. This is what I read...
The next section (verses 3-13) fall under the heading "Fatherly Discipline." Well, I wish that wasn't a phrase that we use at our house, but with a 9 year old and an 11 year old, "fatherly discipline" is discussed a LOT. These verses say:
The time is drawing closer. Only 1 more day of solid food, then 3 days of full liquids, then 1 day of clear liquids. In 6 more wake-ups, I'll be heading out to NMMC, ready to take the next "exit" on this journey to a new me. I think I am ready. Much more ready than I was in February. "All things work for good for those who know Christ Jesus." (Romans 8:28)
Blessings!
Anyway - I digress. Spiritual truths or revelations.
So, today I had to go to have my pre-op bloodwork/testing done at the hospital. I sat down and opened my Nook app, but felt guilty because I haven't been reading the Bible like I should. So, I reluctantly closed that app, and opened my Bible app. It opened to the "Verse of the Day" for today's date. This is what I read...
No discipline seems enjoyable at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it yields the fruit of peace and righteousness to those who have been trained by it.
Hebrews 12:11 (HCSB)
That was like a revelation to me. No discipline seems enjoyable at the time. Ain't that the truth! Let me tell you, 30 grams of carbs a day is discipline. And it really isn't enjoyable to me. But, look - the Bible tells me that "discipline yields the fruit of PEACE and RIGHTEOUSNESS." Peace and righteousness. Who doesn't want that? Will only eating 30g of carbs give me peace? I doubt it. Not me, nor my kids, nor especially my sweet Dan, who thinks I have been a little "testy" lately. No, controlling my carbs won't give me peace, but the DISCIPLINE will. Discipline is something I lack in several areas of my life, not just food. But, here God's word telling me that if I embrace the discipline, it will eventually give me peace and righteousness. Who wouldn't want that?
So, after reading that verse, and being touched by it, I moved on to read the chapter. When the page opens on my phone, the heading says "The Call to Endurance." Verses 1 and 2 say:
Let ME run with endurance! I don't have a cross to face, only a diet. I don't have a cross to face, I only have to have DISCIPLINE where my eating and working out is concerned. How blessed am I? That is NOTHING compared to what Jesus gave for me! So what, I would MUCH rather give up what God is asking me to than to face what Jesus faced.Therefore, since we also have such a large cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us lay aside every weight and the sin that so easily ensnares us. Let us run with endurance the race that lies before us, keeping our eyes on Jesus, the source and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that lay before Him endured a cross and despised the shame and has sat down at the right hand of God's throne.
The next section (verses 3-13) fall under the heading "Fatherly Discipline." Well, I wish that wasn't a phrase that we use at our house, but with a 9 year old and an 11 year old, "fatherly discipline" is discussed a LOT. These verses say:
For consider Him who endured such hostility from sinners against Himself, so that you won't grow weary and lose heart. In struggling against sin, you have not yet resisted to the point of shedding your blood. And you have forgotten the exhortation that addresses you as sons: My son, do not take the Lord's discipline lightly or faint when you are reproved by Him, for the Lord disciplines the one He loves and punishes every son He receives. Endure suffering as discipline: God is dealing with you as sons. For what son is there that a father does not discipline? But if you are without discipline - which ALL receive - then you are illegitimate children and not sons. Furthermore, we had natural fathers discipline us, and we respected them. Shouldn't we submit even more to the Father of Spirits and live? For they disciplined us for a short time based on what seemed good to them, but He does it for our benefit, so that we can SHARE IN HIS HOLINESS. No discipline seems enjoyable at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it yields the fruit of peace and righteousness to those who have been trained by it. Therefore strengthen your tired hands and weakened knees, and make straight paths for your feet, so that what is lame may not be dislocated, but healed instead.God uses discipline to help us grow, so that we can SHARE IN HIS HOLINESS. We are disciplined by our earthly fathers, because they love us. So, imagine how much God loves us? God loves me as HIS child. I just tried tonight to explain to Sadie about the love of a parent, but we all know - you just can't understand it until you are there. And GOD feels that way about ME! So, that being said, I'll take the discipline. Because, during the past 12 months, God has given me so much! He IS leading me towards peace and righteousness. He is teaching me discipline in one area of my life, that is carrying over to other areas. Areas that will help me become a better Christian, and to witness to others.
The time is drawing closer. Only 1 more day of solid food, then 3 days of full liquids, then 1 day of clear liquids. In 6 more wake-ups, I'll be heading out to NMMC, ready to take the next "exit" on this journey to a new me. I think I am ready. Much more ready than I was in February. "All things work for good for those who know Christ Jesus." (Romans 8:28)
Blessings!
Monday, May 26, 2014
~ 1 Week ~
Several months ago, I found an app called "Final Countdown." It makes a cute little countdown clock for your phone. Well, when I got it, there were like 150 days until surgery, and now it says "7 days, 8 hours, 15 minutes, etc..." 7 days. That is not long!
I know I have mentioned it before, but I am "low-carbing" it for 3 more days, then it is on to a full liquid diet for 4 days. Then - the fateful day of clear liquids. Then - THE DAY. I am still almost too scared to believe it.
7 days! Wow! And in that time, I have a LOT to finish! Oh well, as I am ever the procrastinator...I think I will go to bed!
I know I have mentioned it before, but I am "low-carbing" it for 3 more days, then it is on to a full liquid diet for 4 days. Then - the fateful day of clear liquids. Then - THE DAY. I am still almost too scared to believe it.
7 days! Wow! And in that time, I have a LOT to finish! Oh well, as I am ever the procrastinator...I think I will go to bed!
Friday, May 23, 2014
The Countdown is On!
Well, June 3 will be here before I know it! I know this, because May 23 and the end of school just crept up on me too! Man, I was not prepared! I still have some work to do to finish up this year! But, my goal is to complete it by next Friday, then I will be on the the next phase!
In the past I have mentioned the low-carb thing. Last time I tried the pre-surgery diet I was weak, dizzy, weepy. Just totally not a nice person. Well, I thought I was handling it better this time. But, now I am not so sure. According to Dan and the kids, it might have been a little rougher than I realized! So, I did the honorable thing, apologized for being ill, and just asked them to bear with me for the summer. They are so great, though, really. Dan tells the kids all the time that I get to pick whatever we eat (at home or out), because I am going to be so limited soon. Sadie knew I was stressed out earlier this week, and shared her "stress relief" Aveeno lotion with me. She even massaged my neck with it. And JC, well he is just his Mama's baby! He makes me laugh. And he washes the towels. Oh, and waters the plants. (He is going to be a gardener!). I know I couldn't do this without them.
So, that being said, they are REALLY probably not going to like me the for the next 10 days. I feel that panic of "it's never all going to get done before surgery" coming on! You know what I mean. I have a to-do list a mile long! Buy groceries for the family while I am down, stock the freezer, clean the house (my mother-in-law is coming to stay for several days while I am in the hospital), make arrangements for the kids... Then, there is the "surgery specific" list...buy/plan for food I can eat with no carbs, buy food for liquid portion of diet, pick up pre-surgery prescriptions, buy new underwear (we all know that our grandmothers taught us that you have to have new panties if you are in the hospital!), buy new PJs (see previous note on underwear!), pack.
Well, that is a lot going on for me, one who tends to be a little bit of a nervous Nellie at times. So, I pray that I don't forget the most important thing that needs to go on the top of that list...Prayer. Prayer for me, that the surgery will go well, prayer for my family (they are sacrificing a lot), prayer for my surgeon, prayer for a quick recovery. That being said, I would like to ask that you all pray for me. Pray that I will have the strength to maintain the pre-surgery diet, that I will have a quick recovery, that I maintain some semblance of calm, and most importantly - Pray that I will remember to pray. That I don't lose sight of God in the chaos of my life.
Thank you all for tagging along with me on this journey. You just do not realize what encouragement your comments bring to me.
Have a blessed long weekend, and remember those who have sacrificed for us in order that we may live free!
Love you all!
Jolie
In the past I have mentioned the low-carb thing. Last time I tried the pre-surgery diet I was weak, dizzy, weepy. Just totally not a nice person. Well, I thought I was handling it better this time. But, now I am not so sure. According to Dan and the kids, it might have been a little rougher than I realized! So, I did the honorable thing, apologized for being ill, and just asked them to bear with me for the summer. They are so great, though, really. Dan tells the kids all the time that I get to pick whatever we eat (at home or out), because I am going to be so limited soon. Sadie knew I was stressed out earlier this week, and shared her "stress relief" Aveeno lotion with me. She even massaged my neck with it. And JC, well he is just his Mama's baby! He makes me laugh. And he washes the towels. Oh, and waters the plants. (He is going to be a gardener!). I know I couldn't do this without them.
So, that being said, they are REALLY probably not going to like me the for the next 10 days. I feel that panic of "it's never all going to get done before surgery" coming on! You know what I mean. I have a to-do list a mile long! Buy groceries for the family while I am down, stock the freezer, clean the house (my mother-in-law is coming to stay for several days while I am in the hospital), make arrangements for the kids... Then, there is the "surgery specific" list...buy/plan for food I can eat with no carbs, buy food for liquid portion of diet, pick up pre-surgery prescriptions, buy new underwear (we all know that our grandmothers taught us that you have to have new panties if you are in the hospital!), buy new PJs (see previous note on underwear!), pack.
Well, that is a lot going on for me, one who tends to be a little bit of a nervous Nellie at times. So, I pray that I don't forget the most important thing that needs to go on the top of that list...Prayer. Prayer for me, that the surgery will go well, prayer for my family (they are sacrificing a lot), prayer for my surgeon, prayer for a quick recovery. That being said, I would like to ask that you all pray for me. Pray that I will have the strength to maintain the pre-surgery diet, that I will have a quick recovery, that I maintain some semblance of calm, and most importantly - Pray that I will remember to pray. That I don't lose sight of God in the chaos of my life.
Thank you all for tagging along with me on this journey. You just do not realize what encouragement your comments bring to me.
Have a blessed long weekend, and remember those who have sacrificed for us in order that we may live free!
Love you all!
Jolie
Monday, May 19, 2014
A Lost Key? Or a Reality Check?
Well, I haven't posted lately, because, well, because of life. Spring soccer season ended one week, and baseball started the next, I think. And then, it has just been spring! Needless to say, there is a lot of stuff to catch up on!
First - I know you are reading the title, and thinking, "Has she lost her mind?" Let me explain...
Today, I woke up at 5 am to a beautiful morning. I got up, and went for a short, glorious walk downtown. (FYI - That is now one of my favorite pastimes! Who would've thought???) I came home, showered, got the kids up and ready, packed lunch, made coffee, and gathered all of my many bags. Then, I went to the door to get my car key. No key! I remembered Dan had had it yesterday, so I went to his dresser - no key. Then, I knew, I had sent Jon Carter to the car last night to get something - I asked him. No idea, and no key. Well, I am SUPPOSED to be at work for duty at 7:15. I have our commute timed out perfectly, and the lost key was not helping! It was already 7:20, and I had not even left home. So, I called Dan, who knows where EVERYTHING is, and who NEVER loses things to admit that we had "misplaced" the ONLY key to my van. Well, he was not very happy (this has been a sore subject for a while now. Probably since I lost the other key!) Dan said it was on the kitchen table, he had seen it. So we started searching again. I finally gave up, and drove Dan's old "clunker" van that we keep as an extra. I was SO ILL! I fussed and fussed all the way to work.
After getting to work 20+ minutes late, I realize that Spring Fever has hit. Especially the 5th graders. (I mean really, is it a full moon????) Then, at 8:00, I realize that 3rd grade awards are supposed to happen at 8:30 today. I didn't even put it on my calendar, because I work there, right? No problem to walk on down to the gym and see the awards. Until I remember my 8:45 appointment with Dr. Pinson! Holy Moly! So, I call his office, and the nice lady tells me to just come on in after awards day, and they will fit me in. So, I go to awards, meet with a few parents about end of the year things (they were captive - you have to take your parents when you can for signatures!) So, off I go to the doctor, for a final check-in before surgery.
Finally, I made it- 9:45 and I am signed in at Dr. Pinson's office. I sit down, chat, check Facebook, Instagram a few pictures, you know the drill - Just hanging out. Well, I wait, and wait. And wait some more. At 11:30, they realize that they have NEVER PRINTED MY TICKET! So, I am near breaking, but I am not about to leave - Surgery is scheduled for June 3! I HAVE to see the doctor! Well, I finally go back to see him, and he says we are good to go! He still wants me to work on losing as much as I can pre-surgery, but I am good. THANK GOODNESS!
Now- Back to Lawndale for lunch, then off to THS for some testing. I knock that out, and head back to LES. Where I am walking down the hall when a TRUE FRIEND teacher tells me that I have a hole in my dress. Right on my bottom. Right cheek. And guess what, it is not 1 hole, but 2. So yes, I have walked around the world today with a hole in my dress!
Then, it was home to search FRUITLESSLY for the key before baseball. No go! So, JC is late for the pre-game batting practice. But he was a trooper, and didn't complain at all. (Even though he did cry some, because he was the one who lost the key!)
Next, we come home and I am trying to make a quick dinner. And I drop six eggs in the floor. Yay me! I head into the living room to watch TV while I eat (no sit-down meal here tonight!), and there, under the edge of the chair, was my car key!
What a day!
But, throughout it all, here is what I realized:
1. I was late for work, but I have awesome co-workers who cover for me when that happens.
2. I was able to see my sweet JC at awards day.
3. I met a woman who had lost 181#s at the doctor's office.
4. HE SAYS THE SURGERY IS A GO!!!!
5. I am blessed that I have an extra car to drive, even if it wasn't what I wanted to drive.
6. If I had to have a hole in my dress, at least it was a black dress, and I had on black underwear. (It could havebeen worse.)
Throughout it all, I was able to see the good things. For every negative, there was a positive. I feel like there was a war (well, at least a battle) going on inside me today. It was like Satan was trying to sabotage every step of my day, but God was opening my eyes to the positive!
I found this quote on Pinterest tonight
Lord, Today I want to thank you for showing me the positives! Thank you for allowing me to laugh at myself. And Lord, thank you for days like today to put it all in perspective! And Lord, Thank you for allowing me to FIND THE KEY!
First - I know you are reading the title, and thinking, "Has she lost her mind?" Let me explain...
Today, I woke up at 5 am to a beautiful morning. I got up, and went for a short, glorious walk downtown. (FYI - That is now one of my favorite pastimes! Who would've thought???) I came home, showered, got the kids up and ready, packed lunch, made coffee, and gathered all of my many bags. Then, I went to the door to get my car key. No key! I remembered Dan had had it yesterday, so I went to his dresser - no key. Then, I knew, I had sent Jon Carter to the car last night to get something - I asked him. No idea, and no key. Well, I am SUPPOSED to be at work for duty at 7:15. I have our commute timed out perfectly, and the lost key was not helping! It was already 7:20, and I had not even left home. So, I called Dan, who knows where EVERYTHING is, and who NEVER loses things to admit that we had "misplaced" the ONLY key to my van. Well, he was not very happy (this has been a sore subject for a while now. Probably since I lost the other key!) Dan said it was on the kitchen table, he had seen it. So we started searching again. I finally gave up, and drove Dan's old "clunker" van that we keep as an extra. I was SO ILL! I fussed and fussed all the way to work.
After getting to work 20+ minutes late, I realize that Spring Fever has hit. Especially the 5th graders. (I mean really, is it a full moon????) Then, at 8:00, I realize that 3rd grade awards are supposed to happen at 8:30 today. I didn't even put it on my calendar, because I work there, right? No problem to walk on down to the gym and see the awards. Until I remember my 8:45 appointment with Dr. Pinson! Holy Moly! So, I call his office, and the nice lady tells me to just come on in after awards day, and they will fit me in. So, I go to awards, meet with a few parents about end of the year things (they were captive - you have to take your parents when you can for signatures!) So, off I go to the doctor, for a final check-in before surgery.
Finally, I made it- 9:45 and I am signed in at Dr. Pinson's office. I sit down, chat, check Facebook, Instagram a few pictures, you know the drill - Just hanging out. Well, I wait, and wait. And wait some more. At 11:30, they realize that they have NEVER PRINTED MY TICKET! So, I am near breaking, but I am not about to leave - Surgery is scheduled for June 3! I HAVE to see the doctor! Well, I finally go back to see him, and he says we are good to go! He still wants me to work on losing as much as I can pre-surgery, but I am good. THANK GOODNESS!
Now- Back to Lawndale for lunch, then off to THS for some testing. I knock that out, and head back to LES. Where I am walking down the hall when a TRUE FRIEND teacher tells me that I have a hole in my dress. Right on my bottom. Right cheek. And guess what, it is not 1 hole, but 2. So yes, I have walked around the world today with a hole in my dress!
Then, it was home to search FRUITLESSLY for the key before baseball. No go! So, JC is late for the pre-game batting practice. But he was a trooper, and didn't complain at all. (Even though he did cry some, because he was the one who lost the key!)
Next, we come home and I am trying to make a quick dinner. And I drop six eggs in the floor. Yay me! I head into the living room to watch TV while I eat (no sit-down meal here tonight!), and there, under the edge of the chair, was my car key!
What a day!
But, throughout it all, here is what I realized:
1. I was late for work, but I have awesome co-workers who cover for me when that happens.
2. I was able to see my sweet JC at awards day.
3. I met a woman who had lost 181#s at the doctor's office.
4. HE SAYS THE SURGERY IS A GO!!!!
5. I am blessed that I have an extra car to drive, even if it wasn't what I wanted to drive.
6. If I had to have a hole in my dress, at least it was a black dress, and I had on black underwear. (It could havebeen worse.)
Throughout it all, I was able to see the good things. For every negative, there was a positive. I feel like there was a war (well, at least a battle) going on inside me today. It was like Satan was trying to sabotage every step of my day, but God was opening my eyes to the positive!
I found this quote on Pinterest tonight
In happy moments, Praise God!
In difficult moments, Seek God.
In quiet moments, Trust God.
In every moment, Thank God!
Sunday, April 27, 2014
"Come to Me, all who are weary, and I will give you rest"
I have tossed around a lot of ideas of things to say, but so many of them are the same old thing. And that is boring. I don't like to be boring. God has been working on me, and I know that He has something BIG to share with me, but I am really not sure what it is yet. I have been waiting on the revelation to post.
But tonight, in my Bible study and prayer, God led me to read Matthew 11: 28 -
But tonight, in my Bible study and prayer, God led me to read Matthew 11: 28 -
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."
Rest. What is that? Rest: Verb - cease work or movement in order to relax, refresh oneself, or recover strength (American Heritage dictionary). Do we rest? Do you rest? I am lazy at times, but I don't know if I would call it true rest. I know that when I look at my calendar for this month, rest is not what I see. Today, as I was preparing for the week ahead, I see 3 baseball games, Running Club, Science Club, 5th Grade MCT2 Science test, several IEP meetings, RTI things that need to be done, laundry, and feeding us. Those are the "necessary" items. Yes, I am "that mom." The one with the calendar. The one who puts EVERYTHING on the calendar. And if it isn't on the calendar, it doesn't happen. (Don't look at me like that - you know you are "that mom" too!) Others that I would like to see on the calendar are exercise (well, it is there, but it is double booked with baseball this week), fun family time, reading, visiting with friends. Wow. I get a little overwhelmed by typing that, let alone trying to plan for it. But Jesus said, I can come to Him if I am weary and burdened. Do I do that? No. Not really. Do I put time with Jesus on my calendar? No. Well, why not? Do I set my alarm early to spend time with Jesus? Yep. I do. But I also hit the snooze button. Now, how can Jesus help ME if I don't let Him? How can He lift these burdens off of me if I am hanging onto them for DEAR LIFE?
Well, tonight I am tired. I am giving the burdens to Jesus. I am setting the alarm clock, and praying that God will wake me up. (And, just FYI - I have learned that if you pray that prayer, you better mean it - because He WILL do it!). And I am going to learn more about living in Jesus. I am going to spend time with Jesus.
Jesus, please give me REST. Take this calendar, and show me how to prioritize. Wake me up, and allow me to spend time with You. Lord, I am weary, and burdened with this calendar, these obligations, and this busy, busy time of year. Help me to enjoy it, rather than feel overwhelmed. Help me to lead my family with grace and understanding, when things don't go as planned, but most of all, help me to look to You for strength and rest!
Amen!
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Keeping on Keeping On
Well, there isn't much going on here lately. Well, except that I have been locked out of my Google account for a little over 2 weeks. I forgot the password, and just now figured out how to reset it. It is really hard being a blonde sometimes!
As for weight loss, well, it has been minimal. I am have noticed that for the last 2-3 months things seem to be very cyclical with me. I will lose weight (typically 7-8 pounds) for 2 weeks, then I stall for 2 weeks. This is so very frustrating! Of course, I will admit that I know I am not exercising like I should. But, this is a new week.
I have had several friends encourage me to try some new, different things. One of those is Advocare. Now, you know I can be a little skeptical, and Dan Reid is the king of all skeptics. But, I am trying the Spark, and have been pleasantly surprised. It seems to really help me focus. It is a productive energy, rather than a nervous energy. I have also tried the Slam energy shot, and I liked it too. It wasn't too much. That being said, I may try adding some more of their products into the mix in the next few weeks. I still need to be actively losing. I'll keep you updated on how that works.
It's funny, I have 2 countdown clocks on my phone. One is for the end of school. (FYI - 46 days until the kids are out). And one for my surgery - 57 days. AGHH! That freaks me out a little. Which I find odd, as I was already psyched up and ready for surgery in February.
And for those of you who have to see me on a daily basis, you will be proud to know I have started a "I really just cannot continue to wear these too big clothes" pile. That being said, I am down to 1 pair of black capris, 1 pair of khakis, and 1 pair of jeans. There aren't that many more tops, either. So, I apologize. It will eventually get better!
Oh, and one last thought...I am doing 2 Bible studies right now. I am reading/working through Beth Moore's A Heart Like His, which is so AWESOME. And I am starting a new Proverbs 31 Online Bible Study called Living So That by Wendy Blight. I'll keep you updated on those too.
Have a blessed week!
As for weight loss, well, it has been minimal. I am have noticed that for the last 2-3 months things seem to be very cyclical with me. I will lose weight (typically 7-8 pounds) for 2 weeks, then I stall for 2 weeks. This is so very frustrating! Of course, I will admit that I know I am not exercising like I should. But, this is a new week.
I have had several friends encourage me to try some new, different things. One of those is Advocare. Now, you know I can be a little skeptical, and Dan Reid is the king of all skeptics. But, I am trying the Spark, and have been pleasantly surprised. It seems to really help me focus. It is a productive energy, rather than a nervous energy. I have also tried the Slam energy shot, and I liked it too. It wasn't too much. That being said, I may try adding some more of their products into the mix in the next few weeks. I still need to be actively losing. I'll keep you updated on how that works.
It's funny, I have 2 countdown clocks on my phone. One is for the end of school. (FYI - 46 days until the kids are out). And one for my surgery - 57 days. AGHH! That freaks me out a little. Which I find odd, as I was already psyched up and ready for surgery in February.
And for those of you who have to see me on a daily basis, you will be proud to know I have started a "I really just cannot continue to wear these too big clothes" pile. That being said, I am down to 1 pair of black capris, 1 pair of khakis, and 1 pair of jeans. There aren't that many more tops, either. So, I apologize. It will eventually get better!
Oh, and one last thought...I am doing 2 Bible studies right now. I am reading/working through Beth Moore's A Heart Like His, which is so AWESOME. And I am starting a new Proverbs 31 Online Bible Study called Living So That by Wendy Blight. I'll keep you updated on those too.
Have a blessed week!
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
God Speaks Through Social Media
"God speaks through social media?" Jolie has lost her ever-loving mind. I can hear you all saying that. I don't disagree. But He did speak to me today in several ways, and I can't wait to share it with you! God is awesome! (Sung to the tune of "Everything is Awesome" from The Lego Movie).
Back-story - I am having a small flare up of the cellulitis that put me in the hospital 2 years ago. So, I had to go to the doctor for some antibiotics today. While I was waiting 2 things happened.
But I just kept thinking about that statement from Facebook. God could use my stumbling block for a stepping stone? Hmmm...Then I realized. God IS USING my STUMBLING BLOCK as a STEPPING STONE! Yes. Food is my stumbling block. Lack of self-control is my stumbling block. But through this journey, God has used it to teach me things about myself I never would have known. And not only that - Now I have a way to tell people how God has worked in my life. I have never been one who felt "worthy" to talk about God a lot. But, today, I shared how God has worked in my life with 3 women. And didn't bat an eye. I was so excited to list all of the changes in my life, and that the main thing I have done differently this time is to include God in the journey.
Wow. Isn't that essentially what God had told me earlier? Don't be ashamed of that stumbling block, use it as a stepping stone on how HE has made a difference.
Finally, I started reading my new book, A Heart Like His, by Beth Moore. It is a study of the life of David. And I journaled pages and pages about that, let me tell you! But the gist of chapter 1 was this: God CHOSE David. It was not a coincidence. It was purposeful. He chose a lowly shepherd to lead His people. And God chose me. I have always believed God chose me to be a speech pathologist, because I absolutely adore my profession! But maybe God chose me for something else. Maybe He chose me to have the weight problem, so that I can witness to others in the same place. That lonely, empty, forlorn place where you think there is no hope. Because there is hope. I am living proof (and 50+ pounds less of living proof). Last March, I would have NEVER seen myself here. It was God's plan, and God's strength.
That said, I am going to leave you with some throwback music. All this talk of God choosing David reminded me of one of my favorite songs from my youth. Here is a little Ray Boltz and "Shepherd Boy."
Back-story - I am having a small flare up of the cellulitis that put me in the hospital 2 years ago. So, I had to go to the doctor for some antibiotics today. While I was waiting 2 things happened.
- I was on Facebook, and I saw this post from The Praying Woman - "Your stumbling block will become your stepping stone. Watch God turn it around." Wow. Pretty profound. That really touched my heart.
- The AWESOME nurse practitioner at my doctor's office came out to the waiting room to chat with me while I waited. (We bonded during that fateful incident 2 years ago - see above). Well, as I was talking to her about my weight loss and exercise, I told her about the book Made to Crave, and referenced my favorite verse - 1 Corinthians 10:23 - Everything is permissible, but not all things are beneficial. I explained how that had really freed my soul to food, because it showed that I CAN eat what I want, but it might not be beneficial to me.
But I just kept thinking about that statement from Facebook. God could use my stumbling block for a stepping stone? Hmmm...Then I realized. God IS USING my STUMBLING BLOCK as a STEPPING STONE! Yes. Food is my stumbling block. Lack of self-control is my stumbling block. But through this journey, God has used it to teach me things about myself I never would have known. And not only that - Now I have a way to tell people how God has worked in my life. I have never been one who felt "worthy" to talk about God a lot. But, today, I shared how God has worked in my life with 3 women. And didn't bat an eye. I was so excited to list all of the changes in my life, and that the main thing I have done differently this time is to include God in the journey.
Then, I was browsing around on Pinterest, and saw this:
Wow. Isn't that essentially what God had told me earlier? Don't be ashamed of that stumbling block, use it as a stepping stone on how HE has made a difference.
Finally, I started reading my new book, A Heart Like His, by Beth Moore. It is a study of the life of David. And I journaled pages and pages about that, let me tell you! But the gist of chapter 1 was this: God CHOSE David. It was not a coincidence. It was purposeful. He chose a lowly shepherd to lead His people. And God chose me. I have always believed God chose me to be a speech pathologist, because I absolutely adore my profession! But maybe God chose me for something else. Maybe He chose me to have the weight problem, so that I can witness to others in the same place. That lonely, empty, forlorn place where you think there is no hope. Because there is hope. I am living proof (and 50+ pounds less of living proof). Last March, I would have NEVER seen myself here. It was God's plan, and God's strength.
Blessings to you, my friends!
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Miles and miles
Happy Spring Break, friends! This is morning #2, and I am NOT lighting the world on fire like I had planned today! You see, there is something about not being in school that makes me want to stay up all night reading and sleep all day. So, yes, I stayed up late reading last night. I got up with good intentions on going to the Wellness Center prior to starting my day, but...It didn't happen. Now I am procrastinating a shower. If it were not for horrible roots, and the need for some love from the world's best hairdresser, I would be going back to bed!
Now, for a brief word about my title today. Last night, I went to the Wellness Center a little frustrated. I overslept yesterday and missed Aqua Zumba, which we all know I love. Then, I fell victim to the time change, forgot to change the clock in my van, and missed my aqua aerobics at 5:30. Continuing on with the theme of the day, Dan and I had a miscommunication, and it ended up being late when I went to the gym. And I was a "little" frustrated when I got there. But I didn't let that stop me. I used it to my advantage, got on that treadmill, and walked! And Walked! And Walked some more. 2 miles. Now, I know for a lot of my friends, you are just warming up in 2 miles. But this was the first time I ever did it. It was a little over 3k, and I have a goal of walking a 5k. I didn't really set a time frame, but now I actually feel like that goal is in reach! Maybe GumTree? I don't know, though. I am still VERY apprehensive about doing it. It might take me 40 forevers to finish!
Oh - And FYI -
Now, for a brief word about my title today. Last night, I went to the Wellness Center a little frustrated. I overslept yesterday and missed Aqua Zumba, which we all know I love. Then, I fell victim to the time change, forgot to change the clock in my van, and missed my aqua aerobics at 5:30. Continuing on with the theme of the day, Dan and I had a miscommunication, and it ended up being late when I went to the gym. And I was a "little" frustrated when I got there. But I didn't let that stop me. I used it to my advantage, got on that treadmill, and walked! And Walked! And Walked some more. 2 miles. Now, I know for a lot of my friends, you are just warming up in 2 miles. But this was the first time I ever did it. It was a little over 3k, and I have a goal of walking a 5k. I didn't really set a time frame, but now I actually feel like that goal is in reach! Maybe GumTree? I don't know, though. I am still VERY apprehensive about doing it. It might take me 40 forevers to finish!
Oh - And FYI -
83 Days Until Surgery!!!
Monday, March 3, 2014
A Week Later
Well, I should be 1 week post-op now, and it didn't happen. Oh well. In His time not mine. The past few weeks have been rough on me. I have had a pity party, and jumped off the wagon with both feet. Well, not both feet, but I did have a cupcake at school last week when a sweet boy wanted to share. And I did succumb to a Diet Pepsi or 2 over the weekend. But, I didn't buy any to bring home, and I drank them in moderation.
Today, I had a little time to do some catch-up reading on my Made To Crave book. (I had gotten a wee bit behind.) Guess what. I realized what has been wrong with me this past week or so. I haven't been reading and studying the Bible. I haven't been praying. I guess I was having a little passive-aggressive disagreement with God. Because I am NOT happy about waiting. I am doing it, but I don't like it. And oh boy, did God open my eyes and step on my toes today! They are ALL bruised up!
Now, I have had the hardest time ever figuring out how to "study" the Bible, and this book. Seriously. (Yeah, I know - Master's degree and doesn't know how to "study the Bible.") Well, I finally decided that for me it would work best to study it like I would anything else. Reading, and taking notes on what I read. So, I found this fun little on-line journal (penzu.com). There's even an app for it. And I have been reading and journaling, especially throughout the Made to Crave book study. So, tonight I am going to share a few things I found VERY important in my reading. Lysa Terkeurst really has some awesome insights into this whole eating thing!
Chapter 13: Overindulgence
Now, let me preface this by saying if you are a Baptist (or any other Southern denomination), you may get your toes stepped on here. She talked about gluttony in the church. What, you say? Gluttony in the church? Yep. The pot-luck meal where we stuff ourselves. You know, the one that is best on Sunday after church. That one. But she also talks about overindulgence in anything (food, alcohol, etc.) is gluttony. Proverbs 23:20 -21 says, "Do not join those who drink too much wine or gorge on themselves on meat, for drunkards and gluttons become poor, and drowsiness clothes them in rags." Well, FYI - This was me. I gorged. And guess what. Not because I was hungry, but because I was looking for something to fill myself up because I was spiritually empty.
So, with that said, what do we do? Food is not alcohol or nicotine. I can't quit cold-turkey. It is a requirement. With that said, Lysa reminded me of the Isrealites. Remember them? We studied about them in Truth Trackers earlier this year. The Isrealites, who complained of slavery, so God set them free. Then, they complained because they were hungry, and God provided them with the manna from heaven? Well, if you go back and read in Exodus 16, you will see that God commanded the Isrealites to only gather enough manna for one day. The only day they could gather more was the day before the Sabbath, then they could gather two days worth of manna. Well, these complainers started gathering as much as they could, even though it was provided fresh for them every day. (Can you imagine - no grocery stores? Just walking outside and picking up what you needed to eat? Not a horrible situation!) But I digress. Anyway, so they are gathering up all of this manna, and you know what happened? It rotted. Moldy, nasty manna. When there was all they could eat provided fresh for them each day. Now, why did this happen? Well, today's reading really opened my eyes. God wanted them to learn to depend on Him DAILY. God will provide DAILY what we need. Not go to church on Sunday, gather what we can, and spread it out through the week. God wants us to need Him, Want him, and desire Him DAILY. In Lamentations 3:22 it says, "Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for HIS compassions NEVER fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness, I say to myself, "The LORD is my portion; there I will wait for him."
Hmmm....The Lord is my portion. My portion of love. My portion of food. My portion of everything I need. I need portion control, and God is there to provide it for me. All I have to do is ask and trust. I saw this on Pinterest today, and I really thought it summed this up:
Today, I had a little time to do some catch-up reading on my Made To Crave book. (I had gotten a wee bit behind.) Guess what. I realized what has been wrong with me this past week or so. I haven't been reading and studying the Bible. I haven't been praying. I guess I was having a little passive-aggressive disagreement with God. Because I am NOT happy about waiting. I am doing it, but I don't like it. And oh boy, did God open my eyes and step on my toes today! They are ALL bruised up!
Now, I have had the hardest time ever figuring out how to "study" the Bible, and this book. Seriously. (Yeah, I know - Master's degree and doesn't know how to "study the Bible.") Well, I finally decided that for me it would work best to study it like I would anything else. Reading, and taking notes on what I read. So, I found this fun little on-line journal (penzu.com). There's even an app for it. And I have been reading and journaling, especially throughout the Made to Crave book study. So, tonight I am going to share a few things I found VERY important in my reading. Lysa Terkeurst really has some awesome insights into this whole eating thing!
Chapter 13: Overindulgence
Now, let me preface this by saying if you are a Baptist (or any other Southern denomination), you may get your toes stepped on here. She talked about gluttony in the church. What, you say? Gluttony in the church? Yep. The pot-luck meal where we stuff ourselves. You know, the one that is best on Sunday after church. That one. But she also talks about overindulgence in anything (food, alcohol, etc.) is gluttony. Proverbs 23:20 -21 says, "Do not join those who drink too much wine or gorge on themselves on meat, for drunkards and gluttons become poor, and drowsiness clothes them in rags." Well, FYI - This was me. I gorged. And guess what. Not because I was hungry, but because I was looking for something to fill myself up because I was spiritually empty.
So, with that said, what do we do? Food is not alcohol or nicotine. I can't quit cold-turkey. It is a requirement. With that said, Lysa reminded me of the Isrealites. Remember them? We studied about them in Truth Trackers earlier this year. The Isrealites, who complained of slavery, so God set them free. Then, they complained because they were hungry, and God provided them with the manna from heaven? Well, if you go back and read in Exodus 16, you will see that God commanded the Isrealites to only gather enough manna for one day. The only day they could gather more was the day before the Sabbath, then they could gather two days worth of manna. Well, these complainers started gathering as much as they could, even though it was provided fresh for them every day. (Can you imagine - no grocery stores? Just walking outside and picking up what you needed to eat? Not a horrible situation!) But I digress. Anyway, so they are gathering up all of this manna, and you know what happened? It rotted. Moldy, nasty manna. When there was all they could eat provided fresh for them each day. Now, why did this happen? Well, today's reading really opened my eyes. God wanted them to learn to depend on Him DAILY. God will provide DAILY what we need. Not go to church on Sunday, gather what we can, and spread it out through the week. God wants us to need Him, Want him, and desire Him DAILY. In Lamentations 3:22 it says, "Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for HIS compassions NEVER fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness, I say to myself, "The LORD is my portion; there I will wait for him."
Hmmm....The Lord is my portion. My portion of love. My portion of food. My portion of everything I need. I need portion control, and God is there to provide it for me. All I have to do is ask and trust. I saw this on Pinterest today, and I really thought it summed this up:
He is my portion! He will provide the self control!
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Blah, blah, blah
Well, I have really felt like I should post every night this week, but I actually don't have much to say. Nothing funny, or cute, or even interesting. In fact, I feel blah this week. I think it is a little depression, and some leftover disappointment.
Now, I KNOW that the timing will be better in June. I KNOW this in my heart of hearts, but when I saw that countdown calendar on my clock go from 5 days to 100+ days, a little bit of my heart broke. Well, cracked, anyway. Not broken. I just have to find my "get up and go" again.
I woke up yesterday, and asked Dan if I could call into work "disappointed." We didn't think that would fly, so I went on in. However, I didn't even make it to my room before Sadie got sick. She had a migraine, and it snowballed. We ended up at the doctor, and then the imaging center for a head CT, then the eye doctor. Yeah, she needs glasses now! So, no, I didn't have time for surgery and kids and school all at once.
I also have just physically not been 100% this week. My feet are swelling, and I haven't had that happen in a long time! And I can't figure out why, because all I drink is water and the occasional protein shake. (FYI - I have been drinking at least 90 ounces of water a day!) I have not given in and had a Diet Pepsi! That is a victory this week.
Anyway, I am taking a few "sad" days, but I am still trying to watch what I am eating. I am tossing around a few ideas to kick-start this next 20 pounds. I CAN do this. I WILL do this. I MUST do this. (Can you tell, that is my pep-talk for me?)
Thanks for reading my pity-party tonight. I'll try to do better next time!
FYI - Per my countdown calendar, it is 96 days until my surgery! Yay!!!
Have a blessed week.
Now, I KNOW that the timing will be better in June. I KNOW this in my heart of hearts, but when I saw that countdown calendar on my clock go from 5 days to 100+ days, a little bit of my heart broke. Well, cracked, anyway. Not broken. I just have to find my "get up and go" again.
I woke up yesterday, and asked Dan if I could call into work "disappointed." We didn't think that would fly, so I went on in. However, I didn't even make it to my room before Sadie got sick. She had a migraine, and it snowballed. We ended up at the doctor, and then the imaging center for a head CT, then the eye doctor. Yeah, she needs glasses now! So, no, I didn't have time for surgery and kids and school all at once.
I also have just physically not been 100% this week. My feet are swelling, and I haven't had that happen in a long time! And I can't figure out why, because all I drink is water and the occasional protein shake. (FYI - I have been drinking at least 90 ounces of water a day!) I have not given in and had a Diet Pepsi! That is a victory this week.
Anyway, I am taking a few "sad" days, but I am still trying to watch what I am eating. I am tossing around a few ideas to kick-start this next 20 pounds. I CAN do this. I WILL do this. I MUST do this. (Can you tell, that is my pep-talk for me?)
Thanks for reading my pity-party tonight. I'll try to do better next time!
FYI - Per my countdown calendar, it is 96 days until my surgery! Yay!!!
Have a blessed week.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
A Totally Different Plan
Well, I sit here tonight with a full belly. (Well, it ought to be full, I ate my dinner. But as Sadie and Katniss Everdeen say, this is an "empty day." This is so not where I thought I would be a week ago. I envisioned myself packed up for surgery, getting ready to have a day of clear liquids and antibiotics, not writing lesson plans and getting lunches ready for school. But things change. It is is God's time, not mine.
That being said, this post is probably going to be a little scattered, as there are several things I want to touch on.
1. Friday afternoon, we took the kids and went to dinner very early. Like, 4:00 p.m. As soon as I got out of school. We went to Outback, and it was great! When we were leaving, we ran into my oldest friend and her family (mother, sister, husband, father - all of them). It was great to take a few minutes and catch up. We were all leaving at the same time, and I just have to say I noticed the funniest thing. As I sat in my white mini-van, with my husband in a plaid shirt driving, with my daughter and son in the backseat, I watched my BFF from 4th grade through college pull out. In her white mini-van. With her husband in a plaid shirt driving. With her son and daughter in the backseat. Our friends from high school who all said we would grow up and live together would have never let us live that down!
(Random, I know, but funny in my world.)
2. Dan is really taking this "postponement" seriously. You see, I sent him a text on Thursday that basically said "No surgery. Take me out to eat somewhere bad." Well, he was here to be my strength this weekend. On Thursday night, he cooked me an egg white omelet for dinner. (I had asked for grilled cheese.) He did take me out on Friday, but we all ate sensibly. Then, on both Saturday and Sunday mornings he has made me healthy food. Friday, when he kissed me goodbye, he made me promise not to eat bad. So I promised. Then, I got to school and ate a sausage and biscuit. Oohhh...It was not nice. After egg whites and protein drinks for breakfast, that was too much. I was miserable all morning. (But I only drank a shake and ate some peanuts for lunch to make up for it!) I love that he is so encouraging to me! Even when I am a grumpy cat. I also love that he cooks me breakfast on the weekends. :)
3. A neat "God note:" Last Tuesday at school, one of my Lawndale mom-friends came by to bring me some protein powder and a hug of support,. Then, that Tuesday night, God placed a friend at the soccer field. We have not visited in ages, but got a nice visit in during the game. Then, on Wednesday, a few family members called just to check on me. People I haven't talked to in a while. At church Wednesday night, I was blessed to have a few minutes to talk to some friends about the surgery, and what was coming up. (You see, I believe God was showing me that He has placed people here to support me during this. He knew what was coming, even though I didn't.) Thursday, prior to making the "fateful trip" to the doctor, I called Dan, and he spoke sensibly to me about possibilities of rescheduling. Then, on Thursday afternoon, I found out that another acquaintance is going through the exact same thing, and is having to postpone her surgery as well. Then, he placed my "surrogate family" from childhood and I at the same restaurant on Friday afternoon. Friday night, I got to fellowship with some friends from church again, and received untold support. Saturday, another old friend contacted me. Coincidence? I think not. God is showing me that He has a plan. He is in control. He knew I would be down, and disappointed, so he provided me with a long list of godly women to be there as my support. Wow! All of that trouble for me!
4. One more random fact. As I was helping Jon Carter with his report on John F. Kennedy, we came to a mention of the James Meredith incident at Ole Miss. I vaguely remembered my Baby Dot talking about it at a gathering, but couldn't remember what she said. So, I called her, and she told me that my grandfather had been in the National Guard during that time, and that he had been sent to Ole Miss during the riots. (Those of you who know me, know that I am not a history buff, but that is cool to me.) She told me about him not having any ammunition in his guns, and having to just take the abuse from the protesters. She then also told me about his time in Korea. Here I am, 39 years old, learning new stories about my Granddaddy.
Have a great week guys! It will be a busy one for the Reids, as all "cancelled" activities are back on the schedule!
That being said, this post is probably going to be a little scattered, as there are several things I want to touch on.
1. Friday afternoon, we took the kids and went to dinner very early. Like, 4:00 p.m. As soon as I got out of school. We went to Outback, and it was great! When we were leaving, we ran into my oldest friend and her family (mother, sister, husband, father - all of them). It was great to take a few minutes and catch up. We were all leaving at the same time, and I just have to say I noticed the funniest thing. As I sat in my white mini-van, with my husband in a plaid shirt driving, with my daughter and son in the backseat, I watched my BFF from 4th grade through college pull out. In her white mini-van. With her husband in a plaid shirt driving. With her son and daughter in the backseat. Our friends from high school who all said we would grow up and live together would have never let us live that down!
(Random, I know, but funny in my world.)
2. Dan is really taking this "postponement" seriously. You see, I sent him a text on Thursday that basically said "No surgery. Take me out to eat somewhere bad." Well, he was here to be my strength this weekend. On Thursday night, he cooked me an egg white omelet for dinner. (I had asked for grilled cheese.) He did take me out on Friday, but we all ate sensibly. Then, on both Saturday and Sunday mornings he has made me healthy food. Friday, when he kissed me goodbye, he made me promise not to eat bad. So I promised. Then, I got to school and ate a sausage and biscuit. Oohhh...It was not nice. After egg whites and protein drinks for breakfast, that was too much. I was miserable all morning. (But I only drank a shake and ate some peanuts for lunch to make up for it!) I love that he is so encouraging to me! Even when I am a grumpy cat. I also love that he cooks me breakfast on the weekends. :)
3. A neat "God note:" Last Tuesday at school, one of my Lawndale mom-friends came by to bring me some protein powder and a hug of support,. Then, that Tuesday night, God placed a friend at the soccer field. We have not visited in ages, but got a nice visit in during the game. Then, on Wednesday, a few family members called just to check on me. People I haven't talked to in a while. At church Wednesday night, I was blessed to have a few minutes to talk to some friends about the surgery, and what was coming up. (You see, I believe God was showing me that He has placed people here to support me during this. He knew what was coming, even though I didn't.) Thursday, prior to making the "fateful trip" to the doctor, I called Dan, and he spoke sensibly to me about possibilities of rescheduling. Then, on Thursday afternoon, I found out that another acquaintance is going through the exact same thing, and is having to postpone her surgery as well. Then, he placed my "surrogate family" from childhood and I at the same restaurant on Friday afternoon. Friday night, I got to fellowship with some friends from church again, and received untold support. Saturday, another old friend contacted me. Coincidence? I think not. God is showing me that He has a plan. He is in control. He knew I would be down, and disappointed, so he provided me with a long list of godly women to be there as my support. Wow! All of that trouble for me!
4. One more random fact. As I was helping Jon Carter with his report on John F. Kennedy, we came to a mention of the James Meredith incident at Ole Miss. I vaguely remembered my Baby Dot talking about it at a gathering, but couldn't remember what she said. So, I called her, and she told me that my grandfather had been in the National Guard during that time, and that he had been sent to Ole Miss during the riots. (Those of you who know me, know that I am not a history buff, but that is cool to me.) She told me about him not having any ammunition in his guns, and having to just take the abuse from the protesters. She then also told me about his time in Korea. Here I am, 39 years old, learning new stories about my Granddaddy.
Have a great week guys! It will be a busy one for the Reids, as all "cancelled" activities are back on the schedule!
Thursday, February 20, 2014
I Am in the Oven - Or, God is Making Me Stronger
If you read my post from yesterday, you will know what I mean. God is putting me to the test. You will also know that there was a chance the surgery would be postponed. So, I went in today, and here is the story.
Disclaimer: I have purposely been vague about the numbers in all of my posts. I am not proud of what my weight was, or even what it is now. Someday, I may share that information, but not today. Today we will stick to BMI, which is bad enough.)
In order to safely have this procedure done, a person should have a BMI of 55 or lower. On my first visit to Dr. Penson, my BMI was 64. Yep. That's not a typo. That was in late June 2013. On my visit on 2/5/14, it was down to 58. Big change. But not big enough. So, today, I went in for a weight check, and I was at 57. I need to lose 19 more pounds before he wants to do the surgery. This is for my health. That will put me at a BMI of 54, which will increase the safety of the surgery greatly. I had the option of changing the date until March 25, only 4 weeks. And I could have done that. However, Dan and I talked, and we think it will be better to wait until I am out of school for the summer. It will be easier in arranging people to take care of the kids, and it will be less of a financial burden. So, June 3 it is.
Yes, I have cried. And cried. And cried. I will probably continue to cry for a while. I am horribly disappointed. But I also have peace. It is the peace that passes understanding. I thought I would be a basket case. But I'm not. This is in God's hand. I learned last night - He will not forsake me. He has been with since the get-go, and He is with me now. I may not be 100% pleased with his plans, but I am ok.
I have said for the last several months that if I was told I could not have the surgery, I would continue with the lifestyle changes and taking care of myself. So I will do that now. And it is NOT cancelled. It is postponed.
That said, please keep praying for me. I am probably going to have a few ups and downs for a while.
However, I want to post my positives. In the bariatric surgery world these are called NSVs (Non-Scale Victories)
Disclaimer: I have purposely been vague about the numbers in all of my posts. I am not proud of what my weight was, or even what it is now. Someday, I may share that information, but not today. Today we will stick to BMI, which is bad enough.)
In order to safely have this procedure done, a person should have a BMI of 55 or lower. On my first visit to Dr. Penson, my BMI was 64. Yep. That's not a typo. That was in late June 2013. On my visit on 2/5/14, it was down to 58. Big change. But not big enough. So, today, I went in for a weight check, and I was at 57. I need to lose 19 more pounds before he wants to do the surgery. This is for my health. That will put me at a BMI of 54, which will increase the safety of the surgery greatly. I had the option of changing the date until March 25, only 4 weeks. And I could have done that. However, Dan and I talked, and we think it will be better to wait until I am out of school for the summer. It will be easier in arranging people to take care of the kids, and it will be less of a financial burden. So, June 3 it is.
Yes, I have cried. And cried. And cried. I will probably continue to cry for a while. I am horribly disappointed. But I also have peace. It is the peace that passes understanding. I thought I would be a basket case. But I'm not. This is in God's hand. I learned last night - He will not forsake me. He has been with since the get-go, and He is with me now. I may not be 100% pleased with his plans, but I am ok.
I have said for the last several months that if I was told I could not have the surgery, I would continue with the lifestyle changes and taking care of myself. So I will do that now. And it is NOT cancelled. It is postponed.
That said, please keep praying for me. I am probably going to have a few ups and downs for a while.
However, I want to post my positives. In the bariatric surgery world these are called NSVs (Non-Scale Victories)
- I only have 1 pair of pants that fit. Everything else is too big. (I may have to buy a pair or 2 to make it to June!)
- I have lost 2.5 inches from my waist, and 3.5 from my hips.
- I have learned to enjoy exercise and movement.
- I have quit drinking sodas. (My goal is to remain soda-free. I may have one occasionally, but I won't buy them to keep at the house.
- And last, but NOT least, I am so much closer to God than I was 9 months ago when I started this journey. And that is what its about, right. Growing closer to God.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Joshua, The Strong and Courageous Truth Tracker - LONG post!
I know - everyone wants to know what that title is about right? Well, here it goes. (FYI - This could be a long one!)
Last night, at the soccer field, I had a friend come up and give me hug. We started talking about the surgery, and how things were going, and I got a little teary-eyed. Well, we all know I take the crazy pill (Zoloft - not a MAJOR crazy pill, just a wee little one), and the crazy pill doesn't let me cry very much. I was surprised, by the tears. But I was also so blessed by this visit with Christe', because we just don't have time to hang out. She made my night, and promised to pray for me. Especially on Monday, the pre-surgery, massive-dose of antibiotics on a clear liquid diet, drink a bottle of laxative day. (As she pointed out, I will need a LOT of prayer intervention on that day!)
Then, I woke up tearful AGAIN this morning. Listening to the radio made me get teary, talking to the kids coming into school made me teary. Weird, right? Nothing emotional at all. So, I take my teary-eyed self on over to Tupelo High School, and when I pull up I hear the announcement to start dismissing for the Black History program. Well, fiddlesticks! Everyone on campus would be there. So, I was a little frustrated/annoyed/angry. Then, I went to the program, and was so touched. The speaker was awesome, and guess what - I was crying again! Well, then I had a student think it was fun to be silly and act a fool, so I lit into him! I was so mad, and he knew it. He got a good "talking to" from Mrs. Reid today!
Then, I maybe leveled out a little. I even smiled and laughed some. And headed on to NMMC for my pre-op appointment. (FYI - I was very impressed with the efficiency today!). Then, it was time for the after school rat-race. I picked up the kiddos, and Sadie was upset about school. Well, 5th grade has not been our best year, and she was more upset than I have seen her yet, so this time, I got angry AND cried! Off to allergy shots, then a quick trip to see Dan. All of this before 5:15, when it was time to go to church, where I am teaching the lesson. Yeah - the lesson I haven't even read yet. That one.
As I drive up, my phone rings, and it is Dr. Pinson's office. They want me to come in for another weight check tomorrow, because I my BMI is still a little higher than they really want it to be when they do the surgery. The nurse practitioner says we might have to postpone. All of this as I am sitting in the van in the church parking lot. Yep - you guessed it. I was crying again. This totally freaked me out. My mother-in-law has taken off work to come stay with the kids, Dan has taken off to be with me, I have the house keeper coming, the insurance papers/FMLA papers are filled out, the pre-op is done. I am nearly through with my lists. I CANNOT postpone this surgery. I have made plans. (I guess the key word there is "I")
Now - to the title... (Background - our Wednesday night Bible study is called Truth Trackers). Tonight's lesson is on Joshua, the Strong and Courageous Truth Tracker. I start reading the lesson, and the tears start again. Tonight's verse was Joshua 1:9, "Be strong and courageous, do not be terrified. Do not be discouraged. For the Lord, your God, is with you wherever you go."
It seems that Joshua was scared (I am) and that God reminded him several times, "Be strong and courageous." Another verse that we talked about was Deuteronomy 31:6. "Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.” Wow. He will never forsake me. Hmm... Even if my surgery is changed, God won't forsake me. Nice thought. The analogy tonight was that of a cake (Really? Cake? And we had chocolate chip cookies for a snack. And I didn't eat a one!)
Cake Analogy: You have to follow a recipe, to make a "successful" cake.
Ingredients:
1. Cake Mix - The mix of the trinity. The cake mix consists of flour, sugar, and baking soda. 3 things. Like God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit.
2. Oil - the Anointing Oil of the Holy Spirit. You need oil to give the cake the right consistency. We need the anointing oil of the Holy Spirit to give us consistent direction and instruction.
3. Eggs- Wisdom. You need eggs to make the recipe stick together, otherwise you would end up with a flat mess. We need wisdom to complete God's tasks.
4. Water - Righteousness. The cake needs water. We need water. Water to wash away our sins, so that we can do what God asks of us.
5. Chocolate Chips - Trust. Chocolate chips look small, but they are what makes the cake special. We may feel small, but we make things special. We may not think we can do a mighty thing, but we have to trust God so that he can work through us.
6. Finally - All of these things are great. Mixed together, you have a great recipe. But it is not a cake yet. In order to become a cake, it must go through the hot oven. Just like us. Sometimes, God need us to go through the fire, the trials, in order to learn to trust Him.
Now, what does this "cake" have to do with me? What about Joshua? He was called to lead the Israelites, not lose weight. Well, Joshua was strong. I think I am strong. Joshua was scared. Yeah, me too. And God promised not to leave Joshua. Well, He promised me that too. Joshua had to face the fire. And now, I am having to face the fire. God may not want this surgery to be on Tuesday. He has His reasons. As Jeremiah 29:11 says, "For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you, and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Key word there - God has plans. They are probably a little better than mine, as He knows my future, and I don't.
Now, that is not to say the surgery is cancelled or postponed. I just have to go in for another weight check tomorrow. I am praying that if he feels the surgery is safe, and that I have lost enough (or will, once I start the liquids), that things will go on as planned. But, I right now, the oven is on 350, and I am starting to bake. I will not let this derail me. God has brought me this far, He will take me the rest of the way. That said, I am going to say my prayers and go to sleep.
Oh, and another God thing - He has placed so many encouraging people in my path in the last 24 hours it is unbelievable! My phone has been ringing all day, and lots of texts of support. Oh, and my church friends, who let me vent and cry! Evidently, God placed me on some hearts today. Just one more way to praise Him! (Thanks, Audrey, Amy, Kerri, Atonya, and Terri). I am blessed. It will happen in His time, not mine.
I will update again tomorrow, when I know more.
Last night, at the soccer field, I had a friend come up and give me hug. We started talking about the surgery, and how things were going, and I got a little teary-eyed. Well, we all know I take the crazy pill (Zoloft - not a MAJOR crazy pill, just a wee little one), and the crazy pill doesn't let me cry very much. I was surprised, by the tears. But I was also so blessed by this visit with Christe', because we just don't have time to hang out. She made my night, and promised to pray for me. Especially on Monday, the pre-surgery, massive-dose of antibiotics on a clear liquid diet, drink a bottle of laxative day. (As she pointed out, I will need a LOT of prayer intervention on that day!)
Then, I woke up tearful AGAIN this morning. Listening to the radio made me get teary, talking to the kids coming into school made me teary. Weird, right? Nothing emotional at all. So, I take my teary-eyed self on over to Tupelo High School, and when I pull up I hear the announcement to start dismissing for the Black History program. Well, fiddlesticks! Everyone on campus would be there. So, I was a little frustrated/annoyed/angry. Then, I went to the program, and was so touched. The speaker was awesome, and guess what - I was crying again! Well, then I had a student think it was fun to be silly and act a fool, so I lit into him! I was so mad, and he knew it. He got a good "talking to" from Mrs. Reid today!
Then, I maybe leveled out a little. I even smiled and laughed some. And headed on to NMMC for my pre-op appointment. (FYI - I was very impressed with the efficiency today!). Then, it was time for the after school rat-race. I picked up the kiddos, and Sadie was upset about school. Well, 5th grade has not been our best year, and she was more upset than I have seen her yet, so this time, I got angry AND cried! Off to allergy shots, then a quick trip to see Dan. All of this before 5:15, when it was time to go to church, where I am teaching the lesson. Yeah - the lesson I haven't even read yet. That one.
As I drive up, my phone rings, and it is Dr. Pinson's office. They want me to come in for another weight check tomorrow, because I my BMI is still a little higher than they really want it to be when they do the surgery. The nurse practitioner says we might have to postpone. All of this as I am sitting in the van in the church parking lot. Yep - you guessed it. I was crying again. This totally freaked me out. My mother-in-law has taken off work to come stay with the kids, Dan has taken off to be with me, I have the house keeper coming, the insurance papers/FMLA papers are filled out, the pre-op is done. I am nearly through with my lists. I CANNOT postpone this surgery. I have made plans. (I guess the key word there is "I")
Now - to the title... (Background - our Wednesday night Bible study is called Truth Trackers). Tonight's lesson is on Joshua, the Strong and Courageous Truth Tracker. I start reading the lesson, and the tears start again. Tonight's verse was Joshua 1:9, "Be strong and courageous, do not be terrified. Do not be discouraged. For the Lord, your God, is with you wherever you go."
It seems that Joshua was scared (I am) and that God reminded him several times, "Be strong and courageous." Another verse that we talked about was Deuteronomy 31:6. "Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.” Wow. He will never forsake me. Hmm... Even if my surgery is changed, God won't forsake me. Nice thought. The analogy tonight was that of a cake (Really? Cake? And we had chocolate chip cookies for a snack. And I didn't eat a one!)
Cake Analogy: You have to follow a recipe, to make a "successful" cake.
Ingredients:
1. Cake Mix - The mix of the trinity. The cake mix consists of flour, sugar, and baking soda. 3 things. Like God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit.
2. Oil - the Anointing Oil of the Holy Spirit. You need oil to give the cake the right consistency. We need the anointing oil of the Holy Spirit to give us consistent direction and instruction.
3. Eggs- Wisdom. You need eggs to make the recipe stick together, otherwise you would end up with a flat mess. We need wisdom to complete God's tasks.
4. Water - Righteousness. The cake needs water. We need water. Water to wash away our sins, so that we can do what God asks of us.
5. Chocolate Chips - Trust. Chocolate chips look small, but they are what makes the cake special. We may feel small, but we make things special. We may not think we can do a mighty thing, but we have to trust God so that he can work through us.
6. Finally - All of these things are great. Mixed together, you have a great recipe. But it is not a cake yet. In order to become a cake, it must go through the hot oven. Just like us. Sometimes, God need us to go through the fire, the trials, in order to learn to trust Him.
In Romans 5:3-5, it says. "Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us."
Now, what does this "cake" have to do with me? What about Joshua? He was called to lead the Israelites, not lose weight. Well, Joshua was strong. I think I am strong. Joshua was scared. Yeah, me too. And God promised not to leave Joshua. Well, He promised me that too. Joshua had to face the fire. And now, I am having to face the fire. God may not want this surgery to be on Tuesday. He has His reasons. As Jeremiah 29:11 says, "For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you, and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Key word there - God has plans. They are probably a little better than mine, as He knows my future, and I don't.
Now, that is not to say the surgery is cancelled or postponed. I just have to go in for another weight check tomorrow. I am praying that if he feels the surgery is safe, and that I have lost enough (or will, once I start the liquids), that things will go on as planned. But, I right now, the oven is on 350, and I am starting to bake. I will not let this derail me. God has brought me this far, He will take me the rest of the way. That said, I am going to say my prayers and go to sleep.
Oh, and another God thing - He has placed so many encouraging people in my path in the last 24 hours it is unbelievable! My phone has been ringing all day, and lots of texts of support. Oh, and my church friends, who let me vent and cry! Evidently, God placed me on some hearts today. Just one more way to praise Him! (Thanks, Audrey, Amy, Kerri, Atonya, and Terri). I am blessed. It will happen in His time, not mine.
I will update again tomorrow, when I know more.
Sunday, February 16, 2014
The Not-So-Good Day
It was not terrible. It was not horrible. It was not "not good." It was not very bad. But it wasn't great either.
I debated on posting this or not, but I said I would post the good, the bad, and the ugly. And the last 24 hours haven't been "the good." I wouldn't say they were the bad or ugly, but not good.
A little background - Dan and I had to divide and conquer yesterday, as I had us double-booked for part of the day. So, he took Jon Carter and headed to Health Works to learn how to be a healthier parent. I took Sadie, and headed to New Albany, for her to take a test. I started off good. I ate an Atkins bowl for breakfast, took my water, and made myself a protein shake for mid-morning. Yay!!! It worked out great. I had even taken an extra snack, but didn't need it.
After returning from Sadie's test, we met up with the boys and went to lunch. Mexican. D'Casa. (Oh, how I love D'Casa!) I did good there too. I ordered fajita steak with cheese, and some avocado slices. I didn't think it would fill me up, but it did. I was impressed. FYI - I did not TOUCH a chip!
Then - on to the next appointment. A birthday party at Health Works. It was great fun catching up with old friends and family. :) I walked away during the cake, and didn't do anything but drink water while I was there.
After that, I came home and was hungry. I mean - I crashed, and I went from "OK" to "too hungry" very quickly. So, I had a boiled egg white and some sandwich meat. Well, at this point - I had pretty much met my carb quota for the day, and it was only 5 pm. But I was good, and I had a plan for dinner. Then, we decided to make an impromptu road trip to see friends. This, I had not prepared for, and didn't take anything with me. On the way home, we needed to feed the kids, and our options were either fast food or convenience store food. So, Dan opted for fast food.
Well, I did not react well to that. In retrospect, I think I was "hangry" to quote my friend Joannah. I had gotten hungry physically, and I was facing a bad case of "head hunger" as well. It was overwhelming, and I panicked. I borrowed Dan's earbuds, and tried to listen to my audiobook, but it was not helping at all. So, I moved t my Praise music. That was it. I blasted it for about 30 minutes, as I cried and prayed for strength. This helped, and I finally calmed down. And, I did not starve to death in the 45 minutes it took to get home. Imagine that!
Today, I have had no energy. None whatsoever. I did good to take a shower. My head hurts, and I am just drained. I think it is that my body is starting to run low on the stored carbs, and is having to use fat/protein for fuel. I did some research today though, and I now have a plan for eating more proteins, and keeping the "hanger" at bay. I did cook several things today to have in the refrigerator for snacks/lunches/leftovers. (I have a teachers meeting until 6 tomorrow). I have learned that planning is essential.
I also read some very inspiring chapters in Made to Crave today. They were very fitting, as they dealt with "horrible, no good days." I am feeling more refreshed now, and I am ready for bed. I had a bad day. I lived. I hit a low, and I prayed, and God provided comfort and insight. And some awesome ideas for planning ahead. I know this isn't the only low day I will have. And I know that I am not alone going through this. I have each of you, I have Dan and the kids (who are so very, very supportive), and I have God.
Now, please don't think I am having a pity party. (I did, and it is over.) I am rejoicing tonight that God was there. This is one time that I am sure there would only be one set of footprints in the sand, and they are not mine. Please continue to pray for me, as my time is getting closer.
Blessings! Have a great week!
I debated on posting this or not, but I said I would post the good, the bad, and the ugly. And the last 24 hours haven't been "the good." I wouldn't say they were the bad or ugly, but not good.
A little background - Dan and I had to divide and conquer yesterday, as I had us double-booked for part of the day. So, he took Jon Carter and headed to Health Works to learn how to be a healthier parent. I took Sadie, and headed to New Albany, for her to take a test. I started off good. I ate an Atkins bowl for breakfast, took my water, and made myself a protein shake for mid-morning. Yay!!! It worked out great. I had even taken an extra snack, but didn't need it.
After returning from Sadie's test, we met up with the boys and went to lunch. Mexican. D'Casa. (Oh, how I love D'Casa!) I did good there too. I ordered fajita steak with cheese, and some avocado slices. I didn't think it would fill me up, but it did. I was impressed. FYI - I did not TOUCH a chip!
Then - on to the next appointment. A birthday party at Health Works. It was great fun catching up with old friends and family. :) I walked away during the cake, and didn't do anything but drink water while I was there.
After that, I came home and was hungry. I mean - I crashed, and I went from "OK" to "too hungry" very quickly. So, I had a boiled egg white and some sandwich meat. Well, at this point - I had pretty much met my carb quota for the day, and it was only 5 pm. But I was good, and I had a plan for dinner. Then, we decided to make an impromptu road trip to see friends. This, I had not prepared for, and didn't take anything with me. On the way home, we needed to feed the kids, and our options were either fast food or convenience store food. So, Dan opted for fast food.
Well, I did not react well to that. In retrospect, I think I was "hangry" to quote my friend Joannah. I had gotten hungry physically, and I was facing a bad case of "head hunger" as well. It was overwhelming, and I panicked. I borrowed Dan's earbuds, and tried to listen to my audiobook, but it was not helping at all. So, I moved t my Praise music. That was it. I blasted it for about 30 minutes, as I cried and prayed for strength. This helped, and I finally calmed down. And, I did not starve to death in the 45 minutes it took to get home. Imagine that!
Today, I have had no energy. None whatsoever. I did good to take a shower. My head hurts, and I am just drained. I think it is that my body is starting to run low on the stored carbs, and is having to use fat/protein for fuel. I did some research today though, and I now have a plan for eating more proteins, and keeping the "hanger" at bay. I did cook several things today to have in the refrigerator for snacks/lunches/leftovers. (I have a teachers meeting until 6 tomorrow). I have learned that planning is essential.
I also read some very inspiring chapters in Made to Crave today. They were very fitting, as they dealt with "horrible, no good days." I am feeling more refreshed now, and I am ready for bed. I had a bad day. I lived. I hit a low, and I prayed, and God provided comfort and insight. And some awesome ideas for planning ahead. I know this isn't the only low day I will have. And I know that I am not alone going through this. I have each of you, I have Dan and the kids (who are so very, very supportive), and I have God.
Now, please don't think I am having a pity party. (I did, and it is over.) I am rejoicing tonight that God was there. This is one time that I am sure there would only be one set of footprints in the sand, and they are not mine. Please continue to pray for me, as my time is getting closer.
Blessings! Have a great week!
Friday, February 14, 2014
Day 1 Pre-op - Completed!
Ok - Brief little "pat on the back" for me today! I did it. Well, I ALMOST did it. Closer than ever before. My goal was 30g of carbohydrates today. I made it with 35. But, what's even better, I met my protein goal too.
Things I have learned so far:
Things I have learned so far:
- Non-fat powered milk will add protein to just about anything
- You can buy dehydrated peanut butter. At Wal-Mart. It is called "PB2." You can also dehydrated chocolate/peanut butter.
- When you add the dehydrated peanut butter to a vanilla protein shake, it is quite tasty.
- You can also make "coffee" ice cubes and add them to the vanilla shake, along with a tad of Dark Chocolate Almond milk and make a nice breakfast drink.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Living Water, Bread of Life
Today, on Snow Day #2, (which consisted mainly of cold rain and the constant threat of ice), I went to the gym. I didn't "feel" my audio book today, so I tried to listen to my favorite radio show, Rick and Bubba. Well, for some reason, my Tune In app wouldn't work, so I gave up on that. Moved on to Pandora, for a little peppy workout music. And it wouldn't start either. So, I just went to my music that is in my phone. I THOUGHT I clicked on my "old, fun music" playlist, but I didn't. I clicked on my Praise list. But it was music, so I started walking on that treadmill and praising God. (Yeah, this is kind of like the Diet Pepsi episode last Sunday, I am a little slow to get God's messages.) There is nothing like some old-school 4Him for praising either! I had to focus to not sing out loud. (That would be disastrous, if you have ever heard me sing!)
So, I am singing along to the wonderful songs (Couldn't We Stand, When I Need You Most,
Do Right, Where There is Faith) in my head and walking away. Then, I almost laughed out loud. A song I had not thought of in years started, "Living Water, Bread of Life." Well, as someone who has given up her drink of choice, and is now only drinking water, and someone who is on the cusp of a low-carb diet, this really struck me as ironic. Maybe this is what God is trying to tell me!
Here are the lyrics:
Jesus said, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” 2 Corinthians 12:9.
I am weak. I am well aware of that, but I will not let my weakness be a disability. I will use that weakness to call on God, and His mighty power. Through this weakness, I will grow closer to God.
Have a blessed week, friends!
Oh - And it is T-13 days and counting! :)
So, I am singing along to the wonderful songs (Couldn't We Stand, When I Need You Most,
Do Right, Where There is Faith) in my head and walking away. Then, I almost laughed out loud. A song I had not thought of in years started, "Living Water, Bread of Life." Well, as someone who has given up her drink of choice, and is now only drinking water, and someone who is on the cusp of a low-carb diet, this really struck me as ironic. Maybe this is what God is trying to tell me!
Here are the lyrics:
Like a deer panting for the water
I was thirsting for so long
I was so dry
So I set out on my journey
Not sure what I would find
But I found an everlasting river of life
I was thirsting for so long
I was so dry
So I set out on my journey
Not sure what I would find
But I found an everlasting river of life
Ooh, it's just like fallin' rain
I will never thirst again
I will never thirst again
(chorus)
Living water, bread of life
Come and quench this thirst within me
Fill this hunger deep inside
For so long I have been empty
Nothing else will satisfy
You alone are what I need Lord
Living water, bread of life
Living water, bread of life
Come and quench this thirst within me
Fill this hunger deep inside
For so long I have been empty
Nothing else will satisfy
You alone are what I need Lord
Living water, bread of life
I had looked this whole world over for the answer
Wanting just to fill this void inside
All the things that were material
They could not satisfy
For my hungering was for the bread of life
Wanting just to fill this void inside
All the things that were material
They could not satisfy
For my hungering was for the bread of life
Ooh, it came like manna from above
I can never get enough
Well, as most of you know, I am really trying hard to be low-carb right now. Not the easiest thing in the world for me. But, starting Friday, it will officially be "pre-op" diet time. From 2/14 - 2/20 my goal will be to consume less than 30g of carbs a day. That is not a lot. I have been "practicing" with my meals some this week to see how low I can get it. I know I'll be able to do it, but there will be no bread, pasta, or any of those yummy things! However, I can have plenty of the "Bread of Life" and I will be chasing it with the "Living Water." I can never get enough
Jesus said, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” 2 Corinthians 12:9.
I am weak. I am well aware of that, but I will not let my weakness be a disability. I will use that weakness to call on God, and His mighty power. Through this weakness, I will grow closer to God.
Have a blessed week, friends!
Oh - And it is T-13 days and counting! :)
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Divine Intervention
Well, today I feel the need to show 2 specific ways God has blessed me this week. I had to tell Sadie about it this afternoon, as I explained "Divine Intervention" is not coincidence.
1. Well, I spoke earlier about the "chunk of change" that I/we had to pay out of pocket for my surgery. I was a little in shock, although I knew approximately what it would cost. Well, I had the number written down on my desk, and went to check the status of my tax return. And it hit me. There was a $20 difference in our federal return, and what the surgery is costing me out of pocket. Seriously. $20. And we are supposed to get about $50 back from the state, so technically that puts us $30 in the good as far as this surgery goes. Wow. I have peace again that this is what God wants me to do.
2. Last week, in my Made to Crave Bible study, I read about how growing closer to God has more to do with positioning ourselves to for Him. About sacrificing, and self-control. Lysa talked about praying for the strength to conquer 1 thing at a time. She also talked about being ruled by things other than God. Well, I know this sounds trivial to most, but I have been ruled by Diet Pepsi for a long time. I just HAD to have one. I gave it up for 2 weeks, then made the conscious decision to have some last weekend. Well, they are gone, and I am back on the water now. But I digress. Today was a stressful day for me. Sadie woke up with a horrible cough, I didn't feel well, JC had soccer practice, and I needed to go to my mom's, Sam's Club, and Kroger. And all I wanted to do was go back to bed. So, I got up and took Sadie to the doctor. On the way there, I really wanted a Diet Pepsi. Really. I mean, it was a crazy serious craving. So I prayed, as Lysa suggested. I prayed that God would give me the strength and self-control. And the craving passed. Somewhat. But I made it. I went to Wendys, and got water. I went to Mom's, and drank water. Then, we went to Sam's. I was so tired, and probably a little dehydrated (I typically drink 64+ oz of water a day, and was way behind.) So, I drank a bottle of water in the car and headed to Kroger. Well, this is Mississippi, and there is a possibility of snow tomorrow, so of course Kroger was wild. In the check out line, I decided I would buy a Diet Pepsi. I needed it. I deserved it. Well, I couldn't find one in the cooler. Not a one. Talk about ill...Then, we walked outside and there they were, 2 Pepsi machines. I get out my 2 quarters, and march over to the first one. It spit my money out. I tried again. Nope. It would not take my quarters. So, then I go to the next machine. I promise, my first quarter fell into the huge lock they have on the front of the machine. Then I realized...God was doing this. He was answering my prayer. I was not truly having self-control, but he was not letting me give in to the temptation. At that point, I laughed, headed to the car, and explained to Sadie a little about divine intervention, and how God loves us, and cares about every aspect of our lives. I also told her she better not pray for something unless it is something she really wants, because God answers prayers!
Have a blessed week, and be safe!
Jolie
1. Well, I spoke earlier about the "chunk of change" that I/we had to pay out of pocket for my surgery. I was a little in shock, although I knew approximately what it would cost. Well, I had the number written down on my desk, and went to check the status of my tax return. And it hit me. There was a $20 difference in our federal return, and what the surgery is costing me out of pocket. Seriously. $20. And we are supposed to get about $50 back from the state, so technically that puts us $30 in the good as far as this surgery goes. Wow. I have peace again that this is what God wants me to do.
2. Last week, in my Made to Crave Bible study, I read about how growing closer to God has more to do with positioning ourselves to for Him. About sacrificing, and self-control. Lysa talked about praying for the strength to conquer 1 thing at a time. She also talked about being ruled by things other than God. Well, I know this sounds trivial to most, but I have been ruled by Diet Pepsi for a long time. I just HAD to have one. I gave it up for 2 weeks, then made the conscious decision to have some last weekend. Well, they are gone, and I am back on the water now. But I digress. Today was a stressful day for me. Sadie woke up with a horrible cough, I didn't feel well, JC had soccer practice, and I needed to go to my mom's, Sam's Club, and Kroger. And all I wanted to do was go back to bed. So, I got up and took Sadie to the doctor. On the way there, I really wanted a Diet Pepsi. Really. I mean, it was a crazy serious craving. So I prayed, as Lysa suggested. I prayed that God would give me the strength and self-control. And the craving passed. Somewhat. But I made it. I went to Wendys, and got water. I went to Mom's, and drank water. Then, we went to Sam's. I was so tired, and probably a little dehydrated (I typically drink 64+ oz of water a day, and was way behind.) So, I drank a bottle of water in the car and headed to Kroger. Well, this is Mississippi, and there is a possibility of snow tomorrow, so of course Kroger was wild. In the check out line, I decided I would buy a Diet Pepsi. I needed it. I deserved it. Well, I couldn't find one in the cooler. Not a one. Talk about ill...Then, we walked outside and there they were, 2 Pepsi machines. I get out my 2 quarters, and march over to the first one. It spit my money out. I tried again. Nope. It would not take my quarters. So, then I go to the next machine. I promise, my first quarter fell into the huge lock they have on the front of the machine. Then I realized...God was doing this. He was answering my prayer. I was not truly having self-control, but he was not letting me give in to the temptation. At that point, I laughed, headed to the car, and explained to Sadie a little about divine intervention, and how God loves us, and cares about every aspect of our lives. I also told her she better not pray for something unless it is something she really wants, because God answers prayers!
Have a blessed week, and be safe!
Jolie
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Peaceful, Easy Feeling
Well, I survived. Today was a learning day. I spent the morning in class learning about "the good, the bad, and the ugly." I am going to be honest - there was a little more "bad and ugly" than I had expected. But I can do this. And I plan on blogging about it. All of it. I want this to be a place I can be honest about what is going on. I am a true believer in prepare for the worst, but expect the best. I learned with my pregnancy, C-sections and gall-bladder surgery that people don't like to tell you the bad things. Well, not me. I WANT to know the bad things, then I can prepare myself mentally. And, if they don't happen to me, I can be excited that I did well.
The first thing we did in class with the nurse was to discuss the pre-op diet. My surgery is 2/25, so I am supposed to officially start stage 1 on 2/14. Happy Valentine's Day to me! But, I want to lose a little more pre-surgery, so I am back on the wagon tomorrow. Well, probably tomorrow evening, because I need to go grocery shopping.
Stage 1 Diet -
This is an extremely low-carbohydrate diet. The purpose is to shrink your liver, so that it is not in the way during the surgery. FYI - Carbohydrates are stored in our livers as glycogen, which contributes to Fatty Liver. The goal here is not more than 30 grams of carbs, not more than 65 grams of fat, and at least 100 grams of protein. So, protein shakes - here I come!
Stage 2 Diet - Liquids + Protein
Jell-o will be my friend. Jell-o, water, juice, broth. And protein drinks. Fun times. Luckily, this will only last 4 days.
Stage 3 Diet (which turns into Stage 1 Post-op diet)
Clear Liquids. Yeah, not much to say about that, huh? Clear liquids.
On Monday, which will be the day before surgery as well as the Clear Liquid day, I have some extra treats as well. I get to take 4 doses each of 2 different antibiotics. I will take a dose of each at 1:00 p.m., 2:00 p.m., 6:00 p.m., and 8:00 p.m. And, lest I forget - I get to drink half a bottle of mag-citrate at 4:30 p.m. If you don't know, that is for a bowel prep. I would guess that if you need me after lunch on Monday, I will be in the restroom. Sorry if that's TMI, but I want to share it all. (This is what I consider the "bad and ugly."
I will have my surgery on Tuesday, and will be in the hospital 2 nights (I was confused when I said 1 night). I will have to have a barium swallow on Wednesday to make sure that I have no leaks, then I will have 24 hours on clear liquids to make sure there are no complications. Then, I'll be home.
The good is that I should be back to regular texture foods within 10-12 weeks after surgery. That is not bad. I can handle anything for 10-12 weeks. But, I'll write more about that as the time comes.
Other things that we covered today were the post-op diet steps, what to expect in the hospital (I have to walk a mile before I can leave), and the supplements that I will have to take daily. A complete multi-vitamin, calcium, and B-12 are going to become staples to my diet for the rest of my life. And for the first 2 -3 months, they must be chewable.
I also met with an exercise physiologist, who also happened to be my "friend" from the Wellness Center. Regina did my initial evaluation at the Wellness Center last March, and has helped me several times between then and now. So that was easy. I had a moment of pride during our "meeting" because I already have an exercise plan, and I am generally exercising the 250 minutes/week that they want. I also had to walk around the office for 6 minutes to test my heart rate. Well, it didn't elevate that much, because the workouts I have been doing are more strenuous, and my heart was used to it. Yay me!
Tonight, I am at peace. I am excited, and wish I could go in tomorrow!
I think I was more nervous about the "payment" time than anything else, and having that done makes me happy. Maybe I will sleep tonight.
I feel like this is very dis-jointed. I know it is not the best writing ever, but my goal is for this to be "real." And this is how I feel tonight.
Thank you all for all of your support. I have a lot more I want to say, but now, it is time to put my babes to bed. I pray you all have a blessed week!
The first thing we did in class with the nurse was to discuss the pre-op diet. My surgery is 2/25, so I am supposed to officially start stage 1 on 2/14. Happy Valentine's Day to me! But, I want to lose a little more pre-surgery, so I am back on the wagon tomorrow. Well, probably tomorrow evening, because I need to go grocery shopping.
Stage 1 Diet -
This is an extremely low-carbohydrate diet. The purpose is to shrink your liver, so that it is not in the way during the surgery. FYI - Carbohydrates are stored in our livers as glycogen, which contributes to Fatty Liver. The goal here is not more than 30 grams of carbs, not more than 65 grams of fat, and at least 100 grams of protein. So, protein shakes - here I come!
Stage 2 Diet - Liquids + Protein
Jell-o will be my friend. Jell-o, water, juice, broth. And protein drinks. Fun times. Luckily, this will only last 4 days.
Stage 3 Diet (which turns into Stage 1 Post-op diet)
Clear Liquids. Yeah, not much to say about that, huh? Clear liquids.
On Monday, which will be the day before surgery as well as the Clear Liquid day, I have some extra treats as well. I get to take 4 doses each of 2 different antibiotics. I will take a dose of each at 1:00 p.m., 2:00 p.m., 6:00 p.m., and 8:00 p.m. And, lest I forget - I get to drink half a bottle of mag-citrate at 4:30 p.m. If you don't know, that is for a bowel prep. I would guess that if you need me after lunch on Monday, I will be in the restroom. Sorry if that's TMI, but I want to share it all. (This is what I consider the "bad and ugly."
I will have my surgery on Tuesday, and will be in the hospital 2 nights (I was confused when I said 1 night). I will have to have a barium swallow on Wednesday to make sure that I have no leaks, then I will have 24 hours on clear liquids to make sure there are no complications. Then, I'll be home.
The good is that I should be back to regular texture foods within 10-12 weeks after surgery. That is not bad. I can handle anything for 10-12 weeks. But, I'll write more about that as the time comes.
Other things that we covered today were the post-op diet steps, what to expect in the hospital (I have to walk a mile before I can leave), and the supplements that I will have to take daily. A complete multi-vitamin, calcium, and B-12 are going to become staples to my diet for the rest of my life. And for the first 2 -3 months, they must be chewable.
I also met with an exercise physiologist, who also happened to be my "friend" from the Wellness Center. Regina did my initial evaluation at the Wellness Center last March, and has helped me several times between then and now. So that was easy. I had a moment of pride during our "meeting" because I already have an exercise plan, and I am generally exercising the 250 minutes/week that they want. I also had to walk around the office for 6 minutes to test my heart rate. Well, it didn't elevate that much, because the workouts I have been doing are more strenuous, and my heart was used to it. Yay me!
Tonight, I am at peace. I am excited, and wish I could go in tomorrow!
I think I was more nervous about the "payment" time than anything else, and having that done makes me happy. Maybe I will sleep tonight.
I feel like this is very dis-jointed. I know it is not the best writing ever, but my goal is for this to be "real." And this is how I feel tonight.
Thank you all for all of your support. I have a lot more I want to say, but now, it is time to put my babes to bed. I pray you all have a blessed week!
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Only 3 Weeks
Well, it is time. Tomorrow, I will go for my last "pre-op" visit! Three weeks from now, it will all be over. Or rather, it will all be beginning. Things got very "real" today, when the financial people called to tell me what to expect to pay tomorrow. Needless to say, I will be taking care of my deductible, the family deductible, and probably all of our out of pocket expenses for the year. (Yeah, I think we will itemize our taxes next year and see if we get a break!)
Several people have asked about my procedure. I am having a vertical sleeve gastrectomy, or a "sleeve". Basically, they will remove most of my stomach. Fun times!
If all goes as planned, I will only be in the hospital overnight. And we all hope it goes well, because Dan Reid only took off 2 days, and we all KNOW he will be back at work on Thursday morning!
Here are my/our tentative plans...
Granny Linda is coming on Monday night, and she is staying until Thursday. She will be on "Kid Duty." Then, on Friday, I am hoping to be doing well and able to take care of business. Well, at least get the kids to school. Someone will undoubtedly bring them home for me (I have such great friends/co-workers). Then after the weekend, I want it to be business as usual. As Dan likes to say, I "do pretty well with surgeries and things like this." And he has already said, "I expect you'll bounce right back like always." I am not sure if I should be proud he has the faith in me, or concerned that he just wants to get right back to work??? As annoyed as I get sometimes, I love the practical, no-nonsense, go-to-work-and-make-a-living side of him.
Tonight, I am nervous. I am not sure if it is because of the appointment tomorrow, the fact I have to pay out a nice chunk of change tomorrow, or the fact that I went to tour Milam (the 6th grade school for those out-of-towners) with Sadie tonight. Any one of those things is enough to make one weak.
I do have some concerns, and I would like to ask for prayers for them.
1.) Surgery will go well (I know - This is understood.)
2.) Dehydration - there is a high risk of dehydration, and I don't want to end up dehydrated
3.) Quick recovery- I don't want to be down too long. I have worked too hard to be at this level of fitness/desire to exercise, and I do not want to break the habit.
Thank you all for your continued support. It really means the world to me!
Several people have asked about my procedure. I am having a vertical sleeve gastrectomy, or a "sleeve". Basically, they will remove most of my stomach. Fun times!
Here are my/our tentative plans...
Granny Linda is coming on Monday night, and she is staying until Thursday. She will be on "Kid Duty." Then, on Friday, I am hoping to be doing well and able to take care of business. Well, at least get the kids to school. Someone will undoubtedly bring them home for me (I have such great friends/co-workers). Then after the weekend, I want it to be business as usual. As Dan likes to say, I "do pretty well with surgeries and things like this." And he has already said, "I expect you'll bounce right back like always." I am not sure if I should be proud he has the faith in me, or concerned that he just wants to get right back to work??? As annoyed as I get sometimes, I love the practical, no-nonsense, go-to-work-and-make-a-living side of him.
Tonight, I am nervous. I am not sure if it is because of the appointment tomorrow, the fact I have to pay out a nice chunk of change tomorrow, or the fact that I went to tour Milam (the 6th grade school for those out-of-towners) with Sadie tonight. Any one of those things is enough to make one weak.
I do have some concerns, and I would like to ask for prayers for them.
1.) Surgery will go well (I know - This is understood.)
2.) Dehydration - there is a high risk of dehydration, and I don't want to end up dehydrated
3.) Quick recovery- I don't want to be down too long. I have worked too hard to be at this level of fitness/desire to exercise, and I do not want to break the habit.
Thank you all for your continued support. It really means the world to me!
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