Lets start with the banana wars. What has this world come to when people pass up the Hershey kisses, mixed nuts and snack cakes to fight over a few bananas? Or to be exact what has my household come to when I literally want to smack my "better" half (already bony and therefore does not need a banana husband) and my clueless spawn (teenager just eating the banana to balance out the Little Debbie and Doritos she just inhaled) for sneaking my bananas. Let me set this up for you. I bought just enough bananas to get me through my "I am trying to lose more than a pound so I don't have to kill anyone" week. I put them in the windowsill so they will be easy for ME to grab. I get home and notice there is only one banana left! What the.....! I of course launched a full investigation only to discover my daughter ate them. "Don't you want me to eat healthy foods?" she asked with a sad little pout. Umm..... NO. I want ME to eat healthy foods and you to keep your grubby little paws off my bananas. Eat healthy on your own time and dime! Then my "better" half wandered into the kitchen and caught the last part of the conversation. He said, "Well I didn't realize the bananas were a free for all or I would have eaten one too." I may have to choke them both. Luckily for me, my son does not seem to realize bananas are actually in a food group. Lets keep it that way.
Now lets discuss the stalker. This is Moe Moe and yes I love him dearly, but apparently he did not get the memo that stalking is illegal in all 50 states. He watches me like a hawk and follows me all around the house. This is kinda cute except when I am trying to blog, eat, exercise, work on my dissertation, bathe, clean..... well you get the picture. When I am stepping on my step he will wedge himself up against it till I'm done. When I have my computer in my lap trying to work, he will lay as close as he can and then place a paw on my arm and give me the "stare down"(See picture for an example of his "why is mommy ignoring me look"). I love him but sometimes it is a bit much. I'm almost to the point where I am going to buy one of those baby carriers and wedge his little rump in it and strap it to my back. Then maybe I will not have to feel him bang into the back of my leg every time I stop suddenly. Oh and for the record, guess who is on the pillow next to me with his chin resting on my laptop? Someone needs to seriously get a life.
And finally we have the setback. Remember my plan to drink water, journal and exercise every single day? Well..... I guess 2 out of 3 isn't too shabby. I started on Saturday and I have written in my online journal every morsel that has passed through these chubby lips. I have also drunk enough water to hydrate a small country for at least a month. I have tried my best to exercise everyday too. On Saturday I went to the gym and speed walked on the treadmill for a full hour (part of which was at a 3.0 incline). Then on Sunday I did the elliptical machine for a full hour which burned over 600 calories! Monday I stepped on my step for a full hour while I watched all the crying fools on The Bachelor. I tell you I could feel fat droplets rolling off my butt with every step (Err...I mean sweat droplets :0). So what the hay is the problem? Well, after exercising so hard for 3 days straight, I all of a sudden didn't feel well. I hoped it was just a fluke but the next day I felt even worse. The dang symptoms were really familiar: aching chest, shortness of breathe, heart pounding, anxiety, "fluttering" lungs, etc. It was those crappy symptoms that always seem to want to creep up every time I think I am finally becoming halfway normal. It has been 8 months since I had the multiple bilateral pulmonary embolisms (or in easier terms several life threatening blood clots in each lungs). These symptoms always make me scared and anxious. I decided not to exercise last night since I really wasn't breathing well. I was so stressed because the last time this happened, I felt bad for weeks. :( Now for the good news. I got up this morning and I have felt so much better today! I am going to doing some stepping while I watch American Idol or Lost. Even though I missed a day, I feel like I had a pretty good excuse. I also decided this condition isn't going to get me down. The picture above is of my Coumadin (blood thinner) that I take daily. I covered the label with my own label that says "You shall overcome" (Don't worry all the pertinent info is still on the other side). This way I will get a dose of encouragement with every dose of medication. I'm pressing on with this condition through prayer and determination (ok, and yes the occasional Xanax if a panic attack creeps up on me). Just want you all to know I'm still working the program and am hoping for good results on Saturday.
Endnote: My daughter just arrived home and I could not help but holler "Hi Banana stealer!" as she came through the door. My daughter responded "Sorry mom but those bananas were speaking to me" (whatever!) Anyone know where they sell bananas that only speak Chinese or that yell "Step off" when approached?
Lets start with the banana wars. What has this world come to when people pass up the Hershey kisses, mixed nuts and snack cakes to fight over a few bananas? Or to be exact what has my household come to when I literally want to smack my "better" half (already bony and therefore does not need a banana husband) and my clueless spawn (teenager just eating the banana to balance out the Little Debbie and Doritos she just inhaled) for sneaking my bananas. Let me set this up for you. I bought just enough bananas to get me through my "I am trying to lose more than a pound so I don't have to kill anyone" week. I put them in the windowsill so they will be easy for ME to grab. I get home and notice there is only one banana left! What the.....! I of course launched a full investigation only to discover my daughter ate them. "Don't you want me to eat healthy foods?" she asked with a sad little pout. Umm..... NO. I want ME to eat healthy foods and you to keep your grubby little paws off my bananas. Eat healthy on your own time and dime! Then my "better" half wandered into the kitchen and caught the last part of the conversation. He said, "Well I didn't realize the bananas were a free for all or I would have eaten one too." I may have to choke them both. Luckily for me, my son does not seem to realize bananas are actually in a food group. Lets keep it that way.
