...in the desert before heading home. I'm recovering. It's good to be here and heal up a bit from the spinal fluid leak and surgery, but there's no place like home. My pets and house are in good hands, but even so, I want to be there.
We've been eating too much. Mark has finally convinced me he gains weight easily and quickly as well. It's a nice thing to be on the same page about eating when we get back. Of course he'll be able to continue his buff guy work out routine, while I'll be toddling around the yard for five minutes... But, even so. Produce and protein. Same page. It's good.
I feel like this summer has been a crossroads. We've been working so long towards Mark's graduation and this surgery, and now they've both happened. It's time to start the new road. I don't know when he'll get a teaching job, but he'll at least be subbing. I don't know when I'll recover enough from this surgery to get back to more "normalcy,"--and hopefully better than before, but at least it's done now.
It sucks when I eat healthy I don't lose much weight. But I do know for sure, when I don't eat healthfully, I pack it on like mad. That won't do. So at least I have a plan: eat really healthfully, all the time. I can work on my metabolism with supplements, different types of foods, whatever. There's still hope.
I also feel like it's time to make some changes in my life as a whole. Maybe everybody feels like that when there's a huge event, like surgery and/or graduation. There's just a few things that aren't working, and it's time to accept it and let them go.
I'm 42 now (as of Wednesday). And isn't 42 the ANSWER to the question of Life, the Universe, and Everything? Best not waste this year.
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