Bad week, but I'm doing OK.
Yuck!
There is nothing so wonderful as feeling good after feeling bad - really bad. Something hit me on Sunday evening and had me to my knees screaming for my mother to please help me. I can be overly dramatic! At 8 pm that night I was fine and eating a helping of store-bought potato salad, by 10 pm I thought I was in the bowls of hell. I was convinced it was the salad and I had food poisoning. The next three days had me moaning, looking like I felt, and wishing tomorrow would come quickly. Hubby brought back the salad to the store and they are doing tests on it and will let us know the results. However, now my granddaughter Emma has come down with the same symptoms, so maybe it is just a nasty bug that has invaded our systems.
Now I am feeling better and life is so much brighter. I woke up this morning feeling like me and jumped out of bed (an exaggeration). I saw the sun and thought "what a wonderful day", and just assumed it must be warm out, even though we got hit in the backside yesterday was some light snow. Unfortunately, it is only in the low 40's, so there is no reason to put on a sundress yet. Then came the highlight of my day. I got on the scale and I was down six pounds. That is 3 weeks of a diet that I planned to get on Four days of lo-cal ginger ale and saltine crackers paid off, although it was a very distasteful experience. So, now I have a kick-start, my appetite for the sweet things in life has not come back yet, and maybe it is time for me to begin one of my manana goals. Because of my walking everyday (always followed by a reward), I have not gained any weight during these past retirement months (even lost a size), but I want to keep my health and energy level and losing ten pounds will help. Twenty pounds would be better, but that won't happen, so better to be realistic and proud. Besides, the weight would come off my face, my jowls would hang even lower, the creases would be deeper and my eyelids may cascade over the top of my cheeks. Even as we age, we ladies still have our pride.
Yuck!
There is nothing so wonderful as feeling good after feeling bad - really bad. Something hit me on Sunday evening and had me to my knees screaming for my mother to please help me. I can be overly dramatic! At 8 pm that night I was fine and eating a helping of store-bought potato salad, by 10 pm I thought I was in the bowls of hell. I was convinced it was the salad and I had food poisoning. The next three days had me moaning, looking like I felt, and wishing tomorrow would come quickly. Hubby brought back the salad to the store and they are doing tests on it and will let us know the results. However, now my granddaughter Emma has come down with the same symptoms, so maybe it is just a nasty bug that has invaded our systems.
Now I am feeling better and life is so much brighter. I woke up this morning feeling like me and jumped out of bed (an exaggeration). I saw the sun and thought "what a wonderful day", and just assumed it must be warm out, even though we got hit in the backside yesterday was some light snow. Unfortunately, it is only in the low 40's, so there is no reason to put on a sundress yet. Then came the highlight of my day. I got on the scale and I was down six pounds. That is 3 weeks of a diet that I planned to get on Four days of lo-cal ginger ale and saltine crackers paid off, although it was a very distasteful experience. So, now I have a kick-start, my appetite for the sweet things in life has not come back yet, and maybe it is time for me to begin one of my manana goals. Because of my walking everyday (always followed by a reward), I have not gained any weight during these past retirement months (even lost a size), but I want to keep my health and energy level and losing ten pounds will help. Twenty pounds would be better, but that won't happen, so better to be realistic and proud. Besides, the weight would come off my face, my jowls would hang even lower, the creases would be deeper and my eyelids may cascade over the top of my cheeks. Even as we age, we ladies still have our pride.
The sagging face thing is a blast isn't it? My little grandson gets up on my lap, puts a hand on each cheek and shoves up. Instand face lift.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear you are feeling better. Just don't try to do too much too soon.
Sorry to hear you've been under the weather, but happy to hear your on the mend,
ReplyDeleteYour post made me laugh, love your sense of fun and humour.
Happy to hear you are doing well and congrats on the weight loss. I miss and love you.
ReplyDeleteDid you ever find out if it was the food??? That happened to me once and that is why I quit smoking....that was 12 years ago....it was a godsend....Glad you feel better....planting time is getting near...although it's only in the 20's here...it's Michigan...YUK!!!
ReplyDeleteOh my - so sorry you've been ill.I am thinking you have the bug that is going around - at my hospital - everyone is catching it!
ReplyDeleteIs that your yard in your blog header - absolutely beautiful!
vicki
Yes, that is my bench garden and part of my Zen garden in the background. I have many others around my little patch of land and I name them all. They are my little pieces of heaven. Thank you for the compliment.
ReplyDeleteGlad the bug is gone, unfortunately, hubby is not looking perky right now. He has that sour look on his face and I fear "sick man" will be in my near future. That could be worse than being sick all over again.
Oh Lordy...if he looks like he's coming down with it, book a vacation fast. There is nothing more helpless and aggravating than a sick male.
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