2 years ago today

Saturday, March 10, 2012

I started my spark journey 2 years ago. Since in away on vacation I am not going to do a proper blog. I will tell you that the first year was all about weight loss and figuring it all out. The second year, is apparantly about maintenance. The next year? Its gonna be about finishing. I set out to do some stuff and I haven't yet. So I am going to finish what I started. That's my plan.

Thank you to all of you, you have made a huge difference in my life!

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because its raining....

Thursday, March 01, 2012

Here is a treat for you.....

Cortez got a rain coat!



So then stitchy had to try it on, too!



Have a great day! I'm going to!

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YES!

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Got a call from the vet today and stitchy does not have cancer! It is some sort of freak rare tumor but she is fine and cancer free! I'm so relieved, I cannot even explain!!! Thank you guys for all you support yesterday. I feel better today.

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Complete whack job

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Have you ever had one of those days when you feel like exploding? Just screaming? or running? or crying?

That's me today. I just woke up feeling completely upset and full of anxiety. Because I am good at it, I tried the denial route. I simmered on grumpy. Then, as I was trying to get stuff done in the office and looking at my (very lean!) checkbook and trying to do creative finance (think pulling a rabbit out of a hat), I just got very overwhelmed.

I went in the house (didnt you know my office is in my back yard?) and changed the sheets on my bed because stitch did manage to jump up there today (yea for the baby!) but left a nice little blood mark (ewwwww!). Frank came in and asked me what was wrong and I kinda unleashed. I started to cry and he hugged me and asked what was wrong, what he could do.

I started listing all the things I was upset about and being the logical person that he is, he started trying to help me.
Since the things that are wrong are not things that can be fixed, it didnt help.

I came back out to distract myself with work and he came and told me he wanted to take me to lunch. (I have been making that soup that I mentioned yesterday) and I told him I was gonna just eat that. He insisted on getting me out of here and let's go to the new burger place (callded the squeeze in which you may have seen on one of those "most fattening, horrible,delicious" shows"). I told him that would make me feel worse but he insisted and because even when I am feeling crappy, I try to make other people happy, I went because to be fair, that is what we used to do when we had bad days which was to go eat at this one little burger place together so he was just pulling out his tricks of what used to work with his now crazy wife.

So we went. I did not order the turkey sandwich or even the steak sandwich. I ordered the special burger with about 6 ounces of cheese melted around it in a little skirt, hold the mayo.(hodl the mayo? what difference could that have made at THAT point!? I KNOW! I AM CRAZY! lol. I ordered a diet coke, too. lol.

He ordered his with bacon and a side of onion rings. When it came, it glistened with grease and fat and I was mumbling under my breathe about it. I pulled the cheese off (I just could not do it) and ate half the burger (with fresh veggies) then pulled the top bun off and ate the rest of the meat and veggies and I ate 2 of the onion rings.

I was right. I just felt worse. Then I was mad at myself that I didnt just do what "I" needed which was probably to just have the damn soup and go for a walk and maybe cry and release some stress. Frank was being so sweet trying to help that I just couldn't do it. What's wrong with ME that I cannot take care of me? That even when I really needed something else, I went along for the ride because I didnt want to upset someone else?

I need help with that. Obviously.

You guys know me. I am unicorns and rainbows. I always turn it around. Even when I have written seemingly whiny or negative blogs, I will turn it around in the end. It is just who I am. I know this will pass. I know the things that are bothering me (of which there are many) will happen or not happen and I have very little control of that. But damn, a girl is entitled to one shi**y day once in a while, right? Maybe I just need to not fight it and just let it take me over for a day but that scares me because I am always afraid I wont be able to come back.

Even when my mom died, I didnt cry for about 6 months. "Steel" was my middle name. But really? I was just afraid if I started crying,I would never, ever stop. Where that landed me was months of depression as I walked around in a fog. I remember Frank telling me I had to stop it. We had 2 little girls who needed me. I remember telling him "DO NOT TELL ME HOW TO GRIEVE! HOW DARE YOU!?" But the next day, I woke up and realized. He was right. I was the MOM now and my babies needed me. I pulled myself out and up (and yes I know about depression and I know that most people cannot just do that!) But I decided that enough was enough and I had to move on. And I have.

This has been building for a while. I can feel the knot in my gut. I can feel the pull of sugar (feel better, FAST!), I can feel the anxiety and I can feel myself shutting down.

I am fighting. I am fighting for work. I am fighting for my health, my families health, the dog's health. I am fighting with race car drivers and employees. I am fighting with insurance companies and city planning offices. I am fighting and you know what? I am tired of fighting.

I just want some peace. I will fight tomorrow.

So my plan tonight is to go for a walk (without stitchy, which makes me sad and makes her even sadder) and I am going to have that damn soup for dinner and maybe a peice of bread too. I am going to put my jammies and slippers on, get in my big comfy chair with my tablet and read stuff and spark and facebook and I am going to watch GLEE and NEW GIRL and RAISING HOPE and PARENTHOOD and if any of them are reruns, someone is gonna die.
And then I am going to go to bed and hope that the same magic which wakes me up tomorrow with a new attitude will change the balance in my checking accounts, too. Which reminds me, I havent seen the check book in about 4 days.. where the hell did I leave it???

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things that went right today

Monday, February 27, 2012

1. Had a good breakfast
2. Got on the scale and faced it. (Yea back to 230! Gah)
3. Took stitchy to the vet for her surgery. Blood work is good, she came through fine and came home hungry which is a good sign. Will have to wait for biopsy results for 5 to 7 days.
4. Discovered a delicious soup (Campbell's Tuscan chicken with white beans) which I am going to make my own version of tomorrow from scratch!
5. Went sugar free today.
6. Got a lot done in my office.
7. Had a yogurt with fruit for a snack not cake, cookies, or candy.
8. Remembered that I like eating good, clean food. Remembered that even though I want to eat my stress away, all it does is add to it because then I feel weak, fat and stupid.
9. My friends and family are wonderful.
10. Cortez, my bullodog grandog is adorable and loves me and makes me smile.

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