There I was…sitting in a chair across from my new PT (Physical Therapist). He began listing his goals for me as he discussed, in length, my Epic Fails!
“Wait a minute! I am not here to find out what you think is wrong with me!”
No…I did not say that out loud…but boy was the thought bouncing around my head like a high-scoring Pinball game. He said “Here is what I see:”
You limp and tend to put you weight on the right side of your body. (genius!)
You slump over a bit when sitting…possibly due to upper back pain. (wow…really)
You don’t exercise! (I had finally had it!)
“Have you read my chart?”
He gave me this look and it was at that point I began to wonder what this physical therapist really knew. “PT”- Physical Therapy or Pure Torture! Pure Torture…obviously! With a syrup-dripping sweetness I offered the information he had missed when reading my chart. “I love to walk and was walking 3-4 miles a day 4-5 days a week…then I fell!” He began flipping through the chart and finds the information. Excited he then moved to the diet portion of the discussion. “Diet…portion…hehe!”
You will need to watch you calorie intake because you are OBESE! “EXCUSE ME!”
He began telling me the ways to cut calories and how to choose my carbs and avoid sugars…or and portion control.
“Have you read my chart?”
His blank stare and quick shuffling of the pages told me, once again, that he had somehow missed that information. So I filled him in on that…I told him about being diagnosed with Diabetes and overcoming it with diet and exercise. I also told him I had been “OBESE” when I weighed over 300 pounds but lost almost 145 pounds when I cut my carbs and sugars. The color began to drain from his face. He re-grouped and said…”I assume you have cut out Alcohol and Caffeine?” With a raised eyebrow I smiled and sweetly responded…”Nope!” “I don’t drink alcohol that often and as for caffeine…well…I probably drink more coffee in a year than the population of a small country.” I knew what was coming next as his “Cheshire Cat grin” slowly crept onto his face. I beat him to the punch. “I was told by several of my doctors year ago to continue with my caffeine due to migraines and asthma. Caffeine is readily the best method due to moving the blood at a faster rate and opening the blood vessels. The main problem with both migraines and asthma is the contraction of the blood vessels.” He nodded in agreement and said he wanted to perform a strength test. After that he seem surprised and said I was stronger than most 30 year old women. I then laid down on a table and he asked me to breathe in and out. I did! He asked for me to take a deep breath…go ahead…”I did!” The problem was he was waiting for my shoulders to move…”How do you breath?”
“Have You Read My Chart?”
“I am a singer…trained…long-time singer and learned a long time ago to breathe using my diaphragm.” As I laid there I could hear the flipping of pages. I sat up and smiled…”I am here to try and find relief from this pain so I can return to walking and loose this weight I have gained back. I am not your average person and have overcome many obstacles. Can you help me?”
“How about we try and find out why you started falling and work on balance and re-strengthening of your weaker muscle groups?” We shook hands and set up a plan.
I start next week…we will see how well this goes! As for today…more pain management injections and a visit with the chiropractor. Goody…Goody! I am off to start my day and what a day it is. Wish me luck!
As for you…Have a great day!
The day has finally arrived…I was so stoked that I watched the clock for the last 30-40 minutes. “Great!” The gentle reminders of all that needed to be accomplished today began to flood in about 5:45am…like a continuous childhood poke!
Put juice in the freezer
Wake up hubby and youngest son
Let Precious Princess out
Yep! It’s Monday!
I am happy to report that I am actually ahead of the game. I cleaned out the leftovers from both refrigerators and managed to have them taken to the garbage can already out on the curb. “I am soooo good!” (No! I did not lift the heavy garbage bag…you can put that ever-shaking-finger away…for now!) The dirty dishes have been loaded into the dishwasher allowing another check mark on my list of To-Do’s.
“I must confess that I have been anxiously awaiting this Monday…!
I need some normal routines, as I told you last week, to wrap my head around. My poor ADHD is on overdrive and I am lovin’ it! The downside to schedule is the two sickies in the house. I did not ask for this…hack, sneeze, hack, talk back, and repeat! “Just hush and drink your hot tea!”
(No awards for being a nurturing mother this week…nope!)
I am working on my second espresso of the morning and the shifting-multitasking-mind of mine is moving me around like a chicken with it’s head cut off.
multiple espressos+routine chores+multitasking=exercise…RIGHT!
Okay, well at least I know I am burning some calories…hehe! I just put some groceries away and straightened the pantry…my oldest son picked up a heavy box for me and set it in the chair so I could easily reach the items I needed to put away. I just adore checking off those lovely To-Do’s!
I started doing a re-organizing clean after New Year’s in preparation for my new business. (Yes, I have decided to try something new!) My “Launch” is a week from Saturday and the house must be beyond clean. “I have a reputation to live up to!” Sadly many of my friends have been to my house and have always commented on how clean it stays…hehe…secrets of the trade. I know what your thinking…”slave labor”… Nope! The boys may help but there are a good many things they just don’t know how to do. Think about it…boys and organization equals stacks and stacks of uniquely mixed items. I do not need that right now…do you? If I could just get my number two son to remove all of his gadgets and their boxes the kitchen area would be a much cleaner open space. “He has been buying unique kitchen accessories, for when he moves out, and they are…well…not your average accessories.
Cotton candy machine
Oversized exercise ball
The house is slowly emptying…my 19 year old just left leaving my two oldest sons here. One is leaving in about an hour and the other one is sick…sick…sick! “I am staying away from him…no tempting fate!” I will put on some music and swiftly putter around the house before heading out to the store and then TKD this afternoon. It will be a wonderful day…for a Monday!
I hope you can accomplish everything set before you today…as for me I am off to check off the rest of my list.
Have a great day!
With it being a Monday I am up, as a friend call it, at the “butt-crack of dawn”. I begin my normal routine and know that several extra tasks have been added. My husband had several bad experiences with lunch last week and asked for items that he could take instead of eating out. So… am cutting up celery and carrots.
After I fixed his breakfast and our lattes’ I set upon the task of chop…chop…chop! I also cut up some pineapple and strawberries. Hopefully he will not eat all of it and have some left for tomorrow. Yep…you guessed it…he is trying to diet!
He announced Saturday that he was going to quit smoking! “That’s wonderful!…when?”
My 19 year old went to work out early this morning and will come home and clean up only to return to the same gym…he starts teaching his first class, Self Defense and Boxing, today!
Early day for my 21 year old…instead of the 11:00 starting time he opens today.
And what will I be doing today…I am also experiencing a first today!
I will be going to Curves this morning…
I need to get motivated and find some accountability!
I did try on a pair of my old pants yesterday and almost got them buttoned. “That’s better than the last time!”
When I finish at Curves I will run home (drive) and clean up before heading up to help a friend in her classroom. “It’s that time of year again…time for the sorting and reorganizing of games and books…time to pack her personal teaching aids…did I mention she is moving to a new school in the fall?”
“I better take some Tylenol and see if I can keep this migraine from starting! I am already feeling it in my neck and forehead…Not Good!”
After helping my friend for about three hours I will return home and…
“I wish!” I will begin the everyday cleaning and preparation of dinner. “Mom’s job is never done…and if it is then no ones tells mom!” Fortunately I don’t have a whole lot to do on my daily chore list. “Now there is a First!”
What is on your list of things to do today? You might be surprised and find that Today is a Day of Firsts for you as well! As for me…i will finish my latte and then go get ready…I will be leaving in about 35 minutes. Have a great day!
With my list of chores already laid out before me today I receive this picture of a friends vacation spot. I simply replied…Jealous! I Would Rather Be There in that place by the sea! The fresh salty air and the mist from the breaking waves as they crash against the white sand. But I grab my coffee and continue with my day! I am not finding any solace in my daily doldrums. I need to escape! Don’t get me wrong…I love being a housewife and taking care of the castle. I just need to get out past the walls of the fortress…by myself…and breathe in some fresh air. I know…I know…I got out last night when I went to church. I will get out again on Sunday morning. Maybe I should have titled this post…”My Pity Party!” I will leave in a little while and search for a useful wedding gift for my niece. “Her wedding is Saturday!” Once that retail exploration is complete I will return to the castle…and clean!
The floors of the castle are laden with traveler’s dust and collections from their journeys….(translation)… The floors are covered in the tracked in dirt from the boys and the dog along with scattered debris, like clothes and balls and water bottles and doggie toys, as they came in. The movie images of the servants sweeping the castle’s dirt floors was hilarious to me as a child. Sadly…that is the way my floors have been lately. I know they are not dirt floors…but with the constant pollen and laying down of new mulch comes yard work which leads to a constant flow of mud and grass throughout the house.
The boys have their chores (which all seem to fall on me) that are completed during the day. With their new schedules and revolving door routine the chores never get done. My youngest…well he can’t be expected to do them all and he would forget to do them anyway. Besides…what beautiful Queen would want to live in a dirty castle! This Queen will not have her King come home to a dirty castle…he would not be happy! We are not a poor kingdom…but the concept of servants only exists in dreams. The shinning of the marble and crystal must be maintained. The polishing of the silver is not an everyday activity. The Royal Gardens are still under seasonal construction and will be completed in the summer. The ever present plague of dust must be removed by hand and Pledge. “A fresh scented Pledge dusting spray not a vow!” A short solitary escape is what I desire…I Would Rather Be There!
Walking along the shore as the sun’s glow touches my skin. The sound of the waves fills my senses and drowns out all other interruptions. The warm water covers my feet as the loosened sand embraces my toes.
Snapped back to reality as I sip on my latte’! Two have already left and two prepare for their day. I will soon be alone…able to accomplish what needs to be done. Is there a nap on that list? Funny, I always want a nap but never have the time for one. I will need to keep moving this morning to avoid stiffening up like a suit of armor in the castle halls. I moved the wrong way yesterday and twisted when I should have bobbed. The pain will fade…”I hope!”…as I continue my Royal Itinerary.
I should add a visit to the Royal Baker to my list…(the local Panera Bread) for my free Mocha refreshment! This will be a pleasant addition to my retail exploration. I peeked at the bride’s list of treasures and have a idea of a wonderful gift. “I received a very large oversized bowl when I got married and use it all the time.”
My stomach growls increasingly as I wonder if the Royal Cook has any brown sugar oats. Wait…I am the Royal cook…time to fix my breakfast. Do you want to escape? Where Would You Rather Be? For the time being…this Queen will continue on the path in front of her…until the King gives her some funds from the overflowing Royal Treasury. Ah! There lies the rub! The Royal Treasury is lacking and has not been overflowing for quite a while. Oh well! Have a great day!
I swore this would not happen again. In fact, outside the October of unlimited candy corn (which I call crack), I’m not really sure what happened. I do know I had such a hard time with Funny Girl’s going to college and chronic unemployment that I went on antidepressants at the insistence of a friend. (Something else I promised myself I wouldn’t need to do again.) When I noticed that the clothes were getting tight, I got off of them, but that’s been about a month and the weight still goes up, up, up.
So, I swore I wouldn’t count calories again, telling myself that the times I did that before I was doing so to please a critical man and not to please myself. The weight fell off without counting the first calorie when he slipped into the past tense, so why am I here again?
Ours is not to ask why, I guess, but to just take action. The 12s are tight, but the 14s are still loose, and for that I will be thankful. I joined sparkpeople.com and put a piece of graph paper on my bathroom wall. I will not say that I’ve taken much more action than that. Last week I did wake up at 5:00 each day and exercise, but this week and next I have Pensive Girl and I have to wake up at 5:00 just to get her to school. Not sure I’m up to waking up at 4:30 yet. Would appreciate any tips anyone has. I’ve never been a working mother before. Before I could just go run six miles if I wanted to. I really can’t do that anymore.
Well, that said, I suppose it is time to lace up the shoes and go outside. I don’t really live in a running accessible neighborhood anymore, but there are some killer hills that rev the old heart rate. As far as calories, I’m not going to stress about it until the new year, but I did log those two muffins in.
Here’s to getting back into 10s.