Help for Healing

Bitter & Sweet, living daily with grief


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Yes, I’m Really Gonna Try That Again

Dave has decided he wants to be a personal trainer. We won’t discuss the fact that he thinks he doesn’t need a college education. I just won’t even talk about that part because I GET TOO MAD.

Anyhow, I’ve done nothing but gain weight since a) I have a significant other and b) I had my surgery in October and my foot isn’t even remotely better yet and c) oh yeah, I love sugar.

Recently, I just got told I can walk Taffy three times a week, never two days in a row. I can only go less than a mile and I can’t go in the woods. That is the extent of the exercise my foot gets.

In a moment of insanity, I thought that I could support my son and improve myself at the same time so I asked him to come up with an exercise plan for me. Tim joined the gym a while ago and he is allowed to bring a guest so maybe if I go with him, he will start going too.

I detest the gym. I detest exercise. I really, really, really do. But Dave immediately got into it and planned my routine. We are going to video him doing the exercises because I know I won’t remember how to use the equipment. When I asked him what to blog about today, he told me to blog about this so I guess he’s into it.

Lord help me. I’m not sure when we will start, but I really need to do something. Maybe this plan will be good for all of us in different ways. If you are someone that prays, now is the time to start. I mean pray with all your might because this goes against every molecule in my body.

This is one area where the apple falls far, far from the tree. Look at how ripped this kid is!

I can’t even fathom this is my son!


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Losing

The older you get, the more you lose stuff. Am I right? A couple of weeks ago, my friend Catya lost a 20 dollar bill she needed to pay for her ticket. She found it a few days later. Then last week she lost her debit card. Bad streak. What was worse was the time and frustration it cost to get it replaced.

We were walking in the woods this week and ran into Glo. She had lost her dog. Her dog is also a border collie mix life Taffy. Taffy and she have gone on many romps chasing deer or other critters. They always come back. This time though, she had been gone almost an hour. We divided up and eventually she came prancing down the lane looking like she didn’t have a care in the world. Taffy has that one mastered too.

I started rehearsals this week for this Christmas show I am super, duper excited to be part of. I printed out my music and I faithfully practice every day. That is nothing compared to what it’s like to be with this ginormous group of talented women singing in person. I held my own, but had to mark up my music here and there with proper notes, rests, pronunciation of words, etc.. I was feeling pretty proud of myself and competent until I got home and realized I lost my music. Good one. Sure, I can print out another set but it won’t have all my valuable notes (no pun intended) and reminders.

Things can lose things. Take my car battery for instance. This week it lost its charge. Lost its power. Got “drained” they say. Now the dealership has the car because we don’t know WHY it lost the charge. Not having your car start is always a pleasant, unexpected addition to your day.

Then there are losses that can surprise a nation. One word: Hilary.

I lose my patience a lot lately. I don’t know why, but crisis, or just plain people needing me for something doesn’t usually happen at convenient times when I have nothing else to do but be altruistic. So I lose my patience and say things in my head like, “Really? Can’t I just do such and such without having to do such and such?”

I have lost my mind too many times to count.

I have lost my sanity equally as often. Some would say I haven’t gotten it back yet. Hell, some might say I never had it to begin with.

What I really want to know is, WHY THE HECK CAN’T I LOSE A FEW POUNDS???

More proof that life isn’t fair :).