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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Oops!

I forgot to weigh in this morning. I was sleepy, and then I woke up and realized that I had a new book to read! So, I got started with a distracted mind, and I didn't even realize it was my WI day until this evening. Oops!

To be honest though, I'm not looking forward to stepping on the scale. I've been doing a terrible job with my eating. Really, it's just frustrated and makes me want to bang my head on a wall or something. It seems that I really am just lost without the gym. I like to eat. I like food a lot. By working out frequently, my mind is more frequently focused on the changes in my muscles and body shape. That's a good feeling. Without being able to indulge in that activity, I find that I'm grumpy and frustrated. I feel much the same way my dog does when she tears up everything under the sun, just looking for something good to occupy her.

I'm anxious to get back in the gym.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Hangin' In There

I'm still around! I haven't posted my food for a couple of days, but I'm still trying to be careful about what goes in my mouth! I was right about retaining water, and needing that extra day before weighing in to see the number come down. My number was more palatable when I stepped on the scale this morning. I needed that. *smiles*

I haven't been tracking as closely as I probably should. I didn't write anything down today, but I know what I've had... including that extra serving of dressing that I should have skipped. I guess I was making up for the bit of my salmon and veggie lunch that I had to put in the fridge. I was just too full to enjoy it anymore, so I figured that I would save it for this evening some time, because I always get mad munchies at night. It probably wouldn't be so bad, except that I stay up way too late at night.

For breakfast, I had a bowl of Peanut Butter Crunch with water-down 2% milk. Lunch was salmon and "fiesta" veggies. Dinner was a bigger meal- baked pork, au gratin potato, green beans, and dressing. Of course, there was that extra serving of dressing that I mentioned. Other than that, I think that I've had about three cups of coffee. I'd like to say that I'll be a good girl and not drink any more of that rich brown goodness, but that would probably be a lie. I'll try to stick to just one more though.

I've tried to stay busy today, but I'm struggling. I've gotten the main cleaning done, and the laundry is as done as the laundry ever gets. (Oh, you know how dishes and laundry are eternal. lol) I watched a couple of my shows and played with the dogs a bit. If I want to walk Goldie, I have to wear her out by throwing her tennis balls for her until she starts huffing and puffing. She's got a LOT of energy, and I can't run or get too rambunctious just yet. For exercise, I did take Goldie for a walk though. She did better with not pulling me all over the neighborhood, but I did still get a workout from controling her. I was wearing a dress, and I'm glad that I had thrown on shorts beneath it, because the big lug kept trying to hide under my skirt! She's 66 lbs. of excitable dog, and she's hiding under my skirt?! Nuts. Anyway, at least I got some exercise.

It's already 8 p.m. , and I'm not feeling the munchies yet, thankfully. My husband is sitting right in front of me, eating pudding and cookies, and I'm not feeling tempted in the slightest. That's a good sign, I guess. I've got work to do now, with dinner dishes still needing to be washed. I've been doing some drywall repair in my kitchen, because we mounted our dining table into a wall to serve as a "bar" between our kitchen and living room. It's been functional for a while, but now I'm working to make it prettier because I want to paint my kitchen. I've got to get the drywall stuff all done first though. So, I'm thinking that instead of worrying about eating out of boredom, I'm going to start doing a lot of home improvement projects around the house. I may not lay down the prettiest bead of caulk, but I'm sure that I'll get better with practice. My husband does building maintenance and HVAC work for a living, so you know that means that our house is always the last priority. *laughs* After doing that stuff all day, he doesn't want to come home and build, mud, sand, and paint. I wonder how many calories I can burn while painting the kitchen? I'll have to look it up. *grins*

Monday, August 17, 2009

Weekend Craziness

Goodness, I really need to get a handle on how I deal with food when my husband is around. There is something about watching him eat waffles, dripping with butter and syrup, that just makes me feel like an insane creature.

What has me pretty upset is that I did so well all week, and was looking forward to a decent number on the scale. Now I don't know what I'm going to be looking at. I've got to drink a lot of water today, because I ate a ton of salt and sugar. So, now I'm all puffed up and bloated from things like PB & J sandwiches and potato chips. *sigh*

This sort of thing makes me a little angry. I don't expect myself to be perfect, but if I could limit myself to one foolish meal, or even just one day- that would be more acceptable. It seems that once that line is crossed, I have a terrible time trying to pull it back and get on track again.

Today is a different day though, and now that I am alone with my food, it will be easier. I'm going to tweak things a little to help me get through this recovery day, and we'll see how the water weight responds. I really think that I need a good two days in order to see a sufficient loss of water weight, but I don't have that with a Tuesday weigh-in. So, I'll just see what I have, and learn my lesson.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Checkin' In and Foods For The Day

I've been feeling pretty good. I've stayed away from most sweets, aside from a couple of creamsicles. Thankfully, those little frozen treats don't trigger me the way regular ice cream does. So, they have been pretty safe. That is probably the best change, because I don't feel as frantic for sugar as I have been feeling lately.

Now that I've got a few days strung together, I'm starting to get my confidence back. That is 90% or more of the game, having my head on straight.

Anyway, I'll get on to the foods that I've eaten today...

Of course, I started my day out with the customary cup of coffee. It's habit. Then, I had a bowl of oatmeal and 4 oz. of peaches.


Lunch was a yummy salmon fillet, seasoned with garlic and onion powders. I heated up some leftover mashed potatoes while my broccoli was cooking, and it all made for a wonderfully filling meal.

Instead of having an afternoon snack, I just had a cup of coffee while I watched one of my favorite shows, "How Clean Is Your House?"

For dinner, we had baked chicken, au gratin potatoes, and seasoned green beans. For dessert, I had a Creamsicle!! Woohoo!

My evening snack, I enjoyed a plate of cucumber and a cup of coffee. In an effort to stay away from anything too salty before bed, I'm saving a yogurt cup for later in the evening.

That brings me up to a total of 1,135 calories for the day. It's a little low, but I didn't get my walk in today. So, that seems like an alright number for someone who has spent their day fiddling with household chores and sitting on 'er behind.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Foods For The Day

My new "puppy" woke me up early this morning, and I was awake before my stomach was. So, I put the coffee on and tried to shake the cobwebs out of my head.
One my daughter woke up, we had some breakfast. I opted for Cinnamon Apple oatmeal, a banana, and a cup of water. I hadn't had apple oatmeal in quite a while, and now I wonder why! It was yummy.
When lunch time came around, I cooked up some vegetables to go with my sandwich. I was running short on mixed vegetables, so I cooked up some extra broccoli to fill it out. The sandwich was standard white bread, mustard, lettuce, tomato, and chicken breast lunch meat. Ah, and I can't forget the can of diet soda that I like so much.
A little later in the afternoon, I got the munchies. I'm pretty sure that it is because of all the vegetables that I've been eating. You know, they are big on volume, but they sure don't stay with you for very long. It's no wonder that the big herbivores spend so much time grazing! Anyway, I grabbed some cucumber slices from the fridge. They were nice and cold, just like I like them. Add a cup of coffee, and that is how I got through the afternoon without eating my own arms off. I did go for a walk around the neighborhood with my daughter though, and that helped to shake the edge off a bit before dinner.
After I got home from my walk, I sat down to a real easy dinner that kept me busy for a while. I popped a Healthy Choice "General Tso Chicken" bowl in the microwave, and steamed up extra vegetables to add to it.

For dessert, I had a Creamsicle!! MMmmmm..... I LOVE Creamsicles.
For my nighttime snack, I had some real fruit. Yeah, the kind that isn't artificial and wrapped around ice cream. *laughs*
Instead, I had pineapple, a plum, and a cheese stick. That finished out the day for a total of 1,343 calories.

I'm not afraid of YOU !

As I've gone through this whole "guts falling out, sew them back in" thing, I've been learning about myself. I'm kind of a wuss. I can handle all sorts of physical pain, but mental/emotional things just work their wicked voodoo on me until I turn into a pile of weeping mush.

Anyone who read here with any kind of regularity knows that I have been struggling with injuries for a few months. I tell ya, it seems as though I hit my one year mark, and then all hell broke loose. If it hasn't been one part of my body staging a revolution, it's been another. This latest refusal to be good and not give me problems was hosted by my abdominal muscles. Oh sure, they hide under the fat and pretend to not be there... right up until the time that they stomp their little imaginary feet and spit on me.

These past four months have been very difficult for me. They have played upon my very real fear of being out of control. Then there is that pesky fear of gaining back all of that weight, especially knowing that I'm perfectly capable of packing on even more pounds. It's enough to send goosebumps up and down my arms and legs. As a person who has bounced up and down in weight, it can be very frightening to know that having lost the weight does not ensure that I won't again wear it all. For now, it's like a nasty little bogeyman, waiting just around the corner to grab me. This feels very much like a game of cat and mouse, with me trying to run away from the fat, pumping my chubby little legs as fast as they will go. So, when I can't actually run, it has proven to be difficult staving off the anxiety and fear.

Normally, I would try and get out of the house for a while and exercise when I was feeling overcome by my emotions. Whether afraid, sad, angry, or even happy- I would find some way to translate all of that into physical movement. When I've got so much inside of me, it needs to come out before I become septic. Happiness is easy to spill onto other people. The rest of it, I tried to take out on the treadmill and the weight room. Without having that available to me, I've become a bubbling cauldron of boiling craziness. Some of it has been rather positive, because I finally boiled over and was able to put a stop to folks using me up without giving back the most necessary things- love, affection, appreciation, and respect. Until I reached that point though, I just sat and bubbled under the surface, and kept stuffing food down my throat as though bites of bagel could sop it up and keep me from exploding all over the house. I had too much nervous energy before, but now I feel as though I can finally breathe again. That change has created a world of difference in my sense of peace, and how I handle food.

Now that I've gotten my insides all sewn up, I feel much better. I think that it is just a sense of hope that has made the difference. With the stress removed from my home life, and the constant burning pain removed from my abdomen, I am starting to feel well again. Of course, I am still not able to be very active yet, but at least I don't need that as a vent so much. I can enjoy a walk, just for the sake of walking. I don't need to run until I want to throw up, just so I can survive being at home.

I am certainly left feeling scarred though, both literally and emotionally. My bisected belly will heal on it's own, so long as I don't act foolishly and try to do things that I shouldn't. I have at least a month of restful recuperation before I can do anything more than walk gently. I'm not allowed to pick up anything more than 15 lbs. , and it stuns me to see how that changes my life. It stuns me to see how my sense of pride rears up and hates the limitations. The only thing that helps to keep my own dumb ego in check is that I know what kind of pain I'm looking at if I tear my stitches all apart and ruin my surgeon's good work. Heck, I thought that a sneeze was going to be the death of me last week! *laughs*

It does feel good though, to know a sense of peace, and to not be fearful. Yes, I've put on weight. Not only that, I've lost a lot of muscle tone, which has always meant more to me. I've gotten squishier through my belly region, and a bit on my hips. There is no getting around it- I've put on 14 lbs. since my insides revolted on me. Most of it is right there (*points*) in my abdomen, a roll at the top, and a flop on the bottom.

Now that I'm not a big mess of nerves, I can look at myself and actually breathe a sigh of relief. I know that belly fat isn't good, but it is also the easiest for me to lose. The stuff on my butt, hips, and thighs seem to be made of that same indestructible rubber as Goldie's Kong toy. I might need a jackhammer to get that stuff off, but diligent healthy eating and moderate exercise will help me to trim my waist. It's all about hope right now. Without the stress, I can see areas that I want to work on, without feeling so out of control that change seems impossible. I'm not depressed like I was, though I do get teary-eyed from time to time, missing my nephew. It's been real hard to have him suddenly gone, and the house is deafeningly quiet without him. The occasional bought of sadness isn't crippling like the daily depression though, and things are already changing for me. I can look at the bagels, cookies, and even the dimples in my rear end and say, "I'm not afraid of YOU!"

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Foods For The Day

Breakfast was yummy this morning. I guess it just hit the spot. I just had a cup of Raisin Bran Crunch with watered down 2% milk. Add a banana and cup of coffee, and that's all deliciousness.

When lunch came around, I was happy to have found a Boca patty in the freezer! I cooked that bad boy up and steamed some mixed vegetables. Oh, and I can't forget the tablespoon of ketchup, because it is gooey wonderfulness. Really, Boca is just a ketchup delivery device. With half a can of soda to tickle my taste buds, I felt fat and happy. :o )
For an afternoon snack, I turned to the pineapple and cheese stick again. I really needed the cup of coffee! Veggies are all great, but I've been eating a ton of crap lately, so I'm doing battle with the munchies. I keep thinking that what I really need is a sweet bagel, toasted and slathered in butter. See? I really needed that cup of coffee. *laughs*

Dinner was very filling, which is just what I needed. I made a stroganoff with ground turkey, and enjoyed that with 4 oz. of mashed potato, and 2 servings of Fiesta vegetables. I had intended to drink the other half of my soda, but my daughter asked very sweetly if she could have the rest of it, after I had taken a couple of sips.
For nighttime snacks, I have some fresh cucumber that I peeled and sliced this evening. I normally eat the peel, but I didn't want to eat that so close to bed time. Too much roughage at night will upset my belly too much. I also "cooked" up a cup-a-soup, had some FF crackers, and added in a banana.

Well, that is all for me! That brings me up to a total of 1,476 calories for the day.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Foods For The Day

This morning, I opted for yogurt and Fiber One cereal for breakfast. It was alright, but looks gross. *chuckles* Chasing it with a cup of coffee helped chase off any lingering feelings of hunger until lunch time.
For lunch, I dug through the freezer and found a bag of frozen salmon fillets. I love it when things are individually packaged, so I can just grab one and know how much I have. So, I put a little non-stick spray on my pan and cooked the fish on the stove-top, along with steaming some mixed vegetables. I drank a cup of water after my coffee, so I wanted something a little different with lunch. A cup of Crystal Light was convenient, and it hit the spot. :o )

Since lunch was so light, I grabbed a snack during the afternoon. 4 oz. of pineapple, a stick of string cheese, and a cup of coffee helped take the edge off of things when I began to get "snacky".

Dinner had to be prepared in a rush, before we headed off to church. I had thought that we were going to be having a meal with our fellow believers, but DH called at the last minute to say that he would be late from work and unable to take us early enough for the dinner. Instead, we had chicken tenders that were cooked in teriyaki sauce, mashed potatoes, and creamed corn. Since we are out of milk, everyone had a cup of Crystal Light with the meal.
So, dinner wasn't all that colorful, but worse things have happened than a neutral meal. *smiles* While our daughter was enjoying VBS, her father and I went over to McDonald's for a "snack". He got an iced mocha coffee, and I splurged on a vanilla cone. It was very yummy, and I enjoyed it immensely.

Once VBS was over, we came home, and now I sit with my evening snack. I have my cup-a-soup with FF crackers, and a banana. All of this yummy goodness comes to a total of 1,312 calories for the day.

I must be doing something right....

(Left: A picture of my husband and I, taken a few months after our daughter was born. My sister had thought that it was something to brag about, that she put it up on the internet. I took one look at it and wanted to just cry my eyes out. I'm owning it now though. This is where I've been, and where I don't want to go back to. I was miserable, and everyone still thought that I was pregnant. Maybe looking at it will help motivate me to eat those healthy foods in moderation.)

Not only did I wake up hungry this morning, I woke up before my alarm! That felt good to me, because I have been SO sluggish these past couple of weeks. No joke, I struggle every morning to drag myself out of bed sometime before eleven. It makes me very unhappy, particularly when 4:00 p.m. comes around and I'm falling asleep in my chair. See? Awfulness. So, I was very happy to be up much earlier this morning.

I realized this morning that I REALLY need to go grocery shopping, because I was looking at a cup of yogurt in the fridge, wondering just how far past the expiration date I could actually handle. *laughs* If you are curious, the yogurt seems alright. I'm sure that my stomach will let me know if I've been tricked by my mouth and nose.

Anyway, I stepped on the scale this morning, and it was rather nasty. Yuck. It makes me want to hurry to the gym and run like a mad woman. Then, of course, I remember how exhausting it was to just wipe down the chairs at church. *sigh* It is just amazing, how quickly a person gets out of shape. It's hard to face the fact that I won't be running, period. When I can go back to the gym, I'll be stuck at a moderate walking pace for a good month. Then, I will hopefully have given my insides long enough to heal, since I don't do that healing thing all that well. I can walk. I can also lift a wee bit of weight for my arms and shoulders. I'm not allowed to pick up anything greater than 15 pounds though.

I looked at my weight log, and I realize that I haven't lost any weight through the course of a week. That's pretty sad since I was originally looking at a 1.5 lb. loss. Oh yeah, then there was that milkshake and burger, and other such crazy stupid food choices.

I'm at a point where I wonder why I am rebelling so much. I know what I need to do, but a part of me is wailing and fighting like a mad thing. I feel good when I eat well, and an added bonus is losing weight. I don't understand how I could go from doing so well, to struggling so hard. It's just astounding, how quickly the weight comes back on, now that I'm sitting around on my butt and eating bad food. I guess that is the root of the problem though- that the clean eating was never my strong point. I could exercise until I was nothing but a quivering drippy mess, but it is always so hard to say 'no' with an Oreo under my nose. The exercise helped keep me in check, and now I don't know what to do without it. Maybe this is a good lesson for me, but thus far it hasn't been good for the size of my butt.

I shouldn't be so gloomy about things though! (at least not today.) I had a great day yesterday, and today can be another great day. I'm going to take pictures of my food again, for the day. That seems to help me not go completely crazy with the munchies.

Ok, I might otherwise write more... but I need a cup of coffee. *yawns* It's time to do some menu planning and make a grocery shopping list, so I can stop eating questionable yogurt.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Foods For The Day

This morning, I had a bowl of Raisin Bran Crunch for breakfast, with 2% milk. I used to use Almond Breeze all of the time, but I've gotten out of the habit, and it will take me a little while to train my mouth to like it again. *laughs* I also had a cup of coffee, with sweetener and 2 T. of creamer.


Come lunch time, I enjoyed a ham sandwich! I hadn't had one of those in quite a while, and it was enjoyable. I have 2 oz. of ham on standard white bread with mustard and lettuce. I was really wanting a tomato, but they are still green and hanging on my plants. *grins* I paired that with 6 oz. of broccoli, with a wee bit of salt for taste, and a cup of Crystal Light.

During the afternoon, I started to get a bit hungry, so I had a snack. I was tempted to eat something rather substantial, but I had a cheese stick and a cup of coffee instead. The combination helped me to get a handle on myself before I ripped into the big bag of cheese-y popcorn that my mom had bought while she was here.

We had dinner at church this evening. Pumpkin had VBS, and we adults were doing "chores" around the building that needed doing. I spent a good deal of time wiping down the chairs in the sanctuary, and anything else that looked dirty or dusty. I think that I was a good girl, at least as much as could be expected, when it was time for dinner. Hey, I was hungry after only eating the cheese stick, and then I walked into a room of pizza! What's a girl to do?

So, I had only one piece of pizza, a small salad, and a wee dessert. Oh, I can't forget the 4 oz. or so of fruit punch that I drank. I took a bite of my pizza before I realized that I could take a picture of my dinner with my phone. I know that some folks don't mind snapping pictures of their food while out in public, but I'm a little more shy. My phone though, gives the illusion that I am texting or something, instead of being weird by photographing my pizza for the internet. *wink*
When I got home, I grabbed a cup of coffee and went down to visit my neighbor to talk with him for a few minutes. He has bad legs and doesn't get out much, so I make a point to go over there about every day, just to talk for a while.
To take the edge off before bed, I'm having a Cup-A-Soup with a few FF crackers. It's late though, so I'm going to pass on taking the picture. That gives me a total of 1,513 calories for the day.

Goodnight, friends!

Friday, August 7, 2009

Wee Victory and a Long-ish Walk

So far, this week, I am down by 1.5 lbs. since Monday. I'm not exactly sure how I've managed that, but I think that it has been by trying to do some decent thing around the house, and crocheting.

I've still been eating a little poorly. I haven't been terrible or anything, but things like eating cereal and milk for breakfast, and a pop tart (or two. I admit it.) sometime during the day. Dinner has been good, and lunch has been a little bit of whatever is leftover in the fridge. I've only been taking a wee helping of *something*, and chasing it with a cup of coffee. That yummy brew helps to chase away the hunger monster.

Though my eating hasn't been what I'd really consider "on plan", I've been trying to move a little more to help compensate. I'm not doing anything crazy, mind you. I've seen the top of my incision, and it's rather gross. It causes me to think of how gross it would look if I split it open. Ewww. So, I move carefully and follow my doctor's order to lift no more than 15 pounds, period.

Yesterday, I mopped and swept the kitchen, and then realized that the wall under the table was dirty. So, I sat on the floor with cleaner, a rag, and a scrub brush and cleaned up the wall and baseboards. That was maybe a little ambitious. I'm finding that it I actually have to use elbow grease, my abs are somehow involved in that process. So, now that I can see the difference between a clean baseboard and a dirty one, the other dirty ones will have to wait at least another week before I try cleaning them a couple feet at a time. I'm on restricted duty for at least a month, until I go back to see my doctor again.

Today, I became rather ambitious again also. A local church was having a "yard sale" kind of thing, and I wanted to go and see if they had any good jeans for my daughter. She is starting school for the first time, come this fall. We've home-educated since she was old enough to begin formal schooling, so this will be a big deal for all of us! For as much as we love those jeans with the sparkly butterflies and such, they cost too much money as a norm. But, I can find some awesome jeans for her at the thrift store and church sales, if I am careful. I even found her an adorable pink and chocolate brown 2-piece winter coat. Woohoo! Not only did I find good buys for my little girl, but I also found myself a red wool winter coat at the sale, for a whole $3.00 . It is just slightly snug, now that I've put on a few pounds through my belly/hips, but it is wearable. It will only become more comfortable as I work off these few unwanted pounds.

The difficult thing was getting my happy purchases back to the house. It is about a three mile trip to walk to and from the church, which isn't bad under normal circumstances. I'm not used to walking that far with this sore belly though. I wore my binder, and that was miserable in the heat. I thought it might help, to have my guts held in place. I brought my little wheeled cart to the church, and it was full for the trip home. I have a suspicion that I may have been pushing the limit to what I could safely do, pulling the cart home. You know, it makes me wish that working dogs were allowed inside buildings! I would have let my big dog pull the cart for me, and it would have saved me a lot of effort! *grins*

Well, the coffee is done brewing, so I'm going to go and sit down and rest for a little while. I'm nearly done with the blanket that I am crocheting for a neighbor. She just had a new little baby girl, and I wanted to bring her a handmade blanket, especially since I gifted her toddler with one just a couple of months ago. I think that the latest blanket is so pretty, and I'll post a picture of it later, once I have it done.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Good Recovery

Hi Friends! I am happy to say that I am home from the hospital, and have had a few good days of recovery at home. I've got myself a bit of a sore tummy, but that is to be expected. I've got what looks to be a 4-5 inch incision in my abdomen that wraps around the side of my belly button, but it's hard to say. You know how they put all of those bandages on there. I guess that I've got some kind of super steri-strips over my stitches, and I think that the stitches are probably the kind that dissolve. I can't imagine them pulling these sticky bandages off with regular sutures under there. That kind of thing would get someone punched in the eye, if you know what I'm sayin'. lol

It looks like this is going to be a rather long learning curve, trying to be active and healthy while everything around (and within) me changes. When I talked with my surgeon and explained that I was running every day and lifting weights, she looked at me like I was insane. I don't think that she is going to be much help to me, as far educating me on how much I can do and can't do. My family doctor won't be much help with that either. So, it looks as though I will be mainly on my own, though my husband said that he will talk with some of his "friends" at work, at the therapy building. The gals over there might be able to share some general pointers, just to give me some rough ideas about what sounds good and what might end me back up in the hospital again.

My weight has been rather crazy these past few weeks, and certainly not any better since I've gotten home. I'm afraid that I've been a bad girl when it comes to water intake, and my food choices have been... loose. Since I haven't been able to be upright all that easily, my mom came up to help out. She cooked most of our meals, with the occasional fast food run to fill in the gaps. I will not pout and whine about the extra flub on my behind, because I really did enjoy having biscuits and gravy for breakfast, and potato salad with dinner. I don't even know how to make potato salad on my own, so that was a great treat. Now I have to pay the price for it, through a few weeks of leaner fare.

Getting my diet under control will be a little easier these days, because I won't be cooking or in the kitchen quite so much. Things have gone crazy over here, and now my sister and nephew are no longer living with us. The quiet in the house is welcome, but not. I don't know if that makes any sense or not. I always enjoy quiet time, but particularly while I'm missing my nephew so badly, the silence is deafening to the point of being painful. The only good thing that I have going for me is that I don't want to eat my sadness.

Anyway, my exercise right now consists of trying to do small household chores and taking short walks down the block. No matter how sore I am, I'm supposed to get up every 2 hours and walk, so I've been going down to see my neighbor every day. "Bob" lives down the block, and he doesn't walk around all that much either. He has bad legs, and he sits out on the porch for much of the afternoon. He started calling out to me as I shuffled down the sidewalk, and so I began sitting on his steps and talking with him for a while each day. We had talked before, but not with as much regularity. Now, we chat about tomatoes, 1940's coal mines, hunting, and the benefits of pickled foods. *laughs* He cracks me up, because I'm not sure that he ever remembers my name. He talks with his daughter on the phone frequently, and he always refers to me as "the lady on the corner", which I get a chuckle out of. It makes me sound like a hooker, and not just his friendly neighbor. Heehee.... Really, ya gotta just love cranky old guys for company. I feel like I'm living in the movie, "Grumpy Old Men."

I'll probably be on here much more frequently now. I guess the main reason is that I don't have anyone else to talk with about health/fitness things anymore. Then, there is that thing with the house being so quiet. Since I'm not well enough to do heavy housework yet, I'm going to have a lot of time on my hands, and boredom issues. I've started crocheting a baby blanket for my other neighbor, since her daughter just brought her new baby home this week. That should help keep me busy for a few days. Maybe by the time I get done with the blanket, I will have thought of other ways to keep myself occupied, so my brain doesn't turn to mush- and I don't end up eating us out of house and home because of boredom. That was a lovely run-on sentence, wasn't it? lol