Sunday, October 20, 2013
Last week my department participated in what the employees now refer to as the Hungar Games. I am the new guy,well not as new as I used to be,but new to this experiance.
The things they did at the last hungar games were things like, Blindfolding and nose plugs as someone feeds you something and you had to guess what it is. I guess baby food was a big hit last year. I knew I would master this,noooo!!! I don't regularlly consume baby food but many years ago when my now nine year old was a baby I tasted a few and the awful taste is burned in my brain. Being a fat guy and food addict,well who's going to win this challenge. Not this year as it turns out.
I was placed in District four. there were five districts. we did team challenges like putting togetter a gigantic jigsaw puzzle . Well since I am a jigsaw puzzle enthusiast ( have a photo catalog of about 75 puzzles I have done of various piece count) It is in the bag right?
One small catch,we are all blindfolded and not one can help you. WTH!!! we failed miserably. The groups that went before us brought a few things to my attention. There are a few large people in my department. In District three there were two large women and one guy. The ladies are at least 250 to 300 pounds easily. One was in jeans and keep in mind she is blindfolded. Her jeans were coming down and there is about 35 or so employees watching. Some were whispering,some were laughing. The sight I saw,well for me I would have been embarrised.( My turn was coming) Envision a small bowl with two hefty scoops of vanilla ice cream side-by-side in this bowl. That is what it looked like.( Why did I have to mention food)
There was her team mate who was an African-American woman and it was the same scenario except it was like two scoops of chocolate ice cream. But wait a minute..... The African-American woman is wearing a red thong. Honestly, the guys were trying to look away. I watched them,but I did see the red thong. C'mon I am a guy. These two ladies bumped into each other and laughter insued.
Now for you ladies... There was a guy in this group and he is well over 300 pounds. His pants are falling down and he is a hairy dude. It was not pretty. Now it is my turn. I have already stuffed my shirt down the back of my pants. I do not show my sexy butt crack. We lost this game as well as the other challenges. Ranging from carring a cup in a web of string ,strung up between six team mates and traveling accross the gym. Balancing a tennis ball on strings and dropping into a cup. Making up a story with the things we bring to work and all of us being stranded on a deserted island and how we used said items. It was fun,but we sucked.
We had lunch catered to us by our department and the president of the school. It consisted of pulled pork,pasta salad,soda,cakes,cookies and various fattening items. I did appreciate everything,but this is a prime example of the fattening of America.
Now a little bit of my other life. I apologize in advance because it is depressing and I do not have the intention of depressing anyone. So here goes..........
My wife is now home and not remotely the woman I married. She has the mind of a mentally challenged teenaged girl. She has exhausted her therapy and insurance so now I am left with this woman that is not my wife,but she is my wife. She remembers things,but they are scrambled. She asks questions that a seven year old would have the answer to. She is mean at times and asks permission to do everything. Like if she wants to take the dog outside,she will ask if she can take him in the front yard or back yard/? I get this about 75 times a day.
She has absolutely no initiave,opinions or anything else helpful. She goes overboard on simple things and I basically have to parent her as well as my other children. She is super skinny and walks like a little old lady. I tried to get her to chase me outside and she would not run at all. Mind you she was running 3.5 miles three times a week in training for her first 5K event.
Want to lose weight,have a tree branch give you a tramatic brain injury and the pounds will melt off. One draw back,your mind will melt away too.( It;s a joke laugh) I got really angry with her last week and I told her that when that branch fell on her head. It was like she left me and she did. I have come to the conclusion that my Judi is gone. In time I will get some of her back,but for the most part,she is gone. Frankly and honestly I don't think my marriage will survive this either. There is a lot more, but I would never leave her in this condition. The woman I have now is so far away from my former wife that we have had arguements where she has said( We refer to her as New Judi) That old Judi will never return. I had to tell her I was married and in-love with old Judi and not new Judi and that they need each other and I pray they become one.
I did a health screen at work to see just how much damage I have done to myself these last four months. My cholesterol is a little elevated. The other things were pretty good. My blood pressure was terrible,but since then I had to change my medication and on Friday I went back to doctor and it was excellent.
I had to get my foot re-molded for a new orthodic. If it does not work,I'm going to have to have surgery. I lost a few pounds by playing basketball in my drive way. I can't run at all ,but I can still shoot baskets and not put too much stress on my foot. I had to let the gym membership go as it was my wife's and she is not working anymore and it was not cost effective for our changing finances.
My day is like this, I wake up at 3 A.M and come home at 1.P.M. I get home and make lunch for me and Judi. I run errands since we have to be home by 3.P.M. I have a small window from 4 to 5 ,which I try to exercise . Mostly there is some problem with my teenager ,who is failing in school now or something I need to address. I have to make dinner,some small chores. I need to do everything by 9.P.M because I have to go to bed as I have to get up early to go back to work.
I still have the desire to workout. It has not left. I am just going to have to make the time as my life is important and I want to do this.
So....... Crappy things happen all the time in my case,but You have got to keep livin'. I hope you all have a great week.
Sunday, July 07, 2013
Hello! Sparkfriends. A lot has happened since my last blog about my wife. Some things have been encouraging and others have left me wondering how things will play out.
If I am all over the place,I apologize. I just want to get all the things that have happened and let all of you that have shown great concern to know and frankly keep me encouraged. Never thought I would say that to anyone.
I am going to go with a corporate technique I was taught called the "Sandwich" Like I need another one of those. (Don't get me started on my eating,ugh!!) The sandwich works like this,give encouragement or something positive,the negative in the middle and encouragement in the end. Thus forming a sandwich. My boss tried this on me once and I blew up at him and told him to not sugercoat it.
Judi was doing okay,actually pretty good. The removed a monitor from her head that monitored her brain pressure. The pressure number had to be below 22 or they would have to put in a drainage to get the swelling down. Judi got that down and kept it way below. Yaa!!!
She was able to move her body parts,arms,legs. So much so she had to be restrained to not remove all the IV'S,monitor and other things attached to her. She had tubes and wires all over the place. She would move around and was doing well. It got even better.
Every night before I would retire to the waiting room or take my son's home. I would give her what we call "Crispy kisses" I would kiss her hand because of the tubes in her mouth. Our young son is named Christopher and he was born with downs syndrome,for those of you that do not know. He likes to grab your head and kiss you repeatly. We call them Crispy kisses. I would kiss her hand,since she was on a breathing machine .
One day the doctor comes in and tell us she is recovering well ,but there is a problem.... There always is. She has acquired an infection and has to be isolated. I was told this could occur. So now I can't kiss her anymore and had to put on gown,gloves everytime I touch her.Crap!!!!
I had to return to work. I am new and had very little time.The outpouring or concern and well wishes from this job was fantastic. I did not want them to cry,but all I got was tears and hugs.Ranging from human resources reps,to mailroom clerks,maintenance men,teachers. It made me happy and sad. I would have to talk about it and it was hard to talk about.
The doctors said that she may need a few other things to assist in her healing. One was a feeding tube,to get nutrients to her.Next,was a trach tube placed in her throat. That was if she did not get off the breathing machine. So here is what I did,I encouraged every visitor who visited her to tell her she needed to breath on her own. Give her encouragement. I did not want the trach tube in. I will tell you why. My wife has a delicate brain injury. I did not want her fragile brain to assume that the only way she could breathe is with this machine. Sounds weird,but I wanted her off this machine. They tried once and she did not last a minute without it. Dammit!!!
Doctor said they would make one last attempt and then I would have to sign the form to do the surgery. I had her rugby coach friend come in,a pastor and Patrick,our son all tell her to get off this machine. I told her she was lazy and having a machine breathe for her was not showing great strength ,the strength that I know she has. well.......guess what happened?
I used my genie powers and something happened. Okay,okay. I will explain that now too. I am bald. Everyone likes to rub my head. Christopher will rub and kiss my head. I made the comment once when my wife rubbed my head that a genie was not going to come out. She made the comment," Where is it going to come out from? Hopefully not my butt."I laughed and said,that would be one smelly genie .I would waste the first wish on him investing in Fabreeze. ( Injecting a little humor here)
I came to the hospital from work and my sis-in -law was there.( she has been great,she keep me encouraged and sane) She asked if I noticed anything? Judi was off the breathing machine.It worked. Then I got the other news. The feed tube was going in. Hmm..But that is just another hurdle to jump over later.
They got her to sit up for a while and her eye opened. The right eye was purple and totally closed and the other has fractures and the skull was exposed on the other side.So opening her eyes was going to be a battle.This day she had the right eye open. I asked her questions.She would not talk,but that is okay. A little later I asked her if she knew who I was? or if she knew her name? She laid back down and was silent. She sat up,well as far as the restraint would let her and said,"Juh-di" I got excited,then she said,"Ehd-die" which is my first name. "WHAT"!!! No one calls me by my first name. Just so you know it is Eddie.
She was later moved to another room.This room is where the magic happened.Oops,let me re-phrase that. This was the room where Christopher could finally see his mother. It has been almost two weeks. I gown him up. He is so tiny. He is nine but looks and is about the size of an five year old.
Judi did not do anything,but that was okay. My sis-in-law showed up. I decided to try something. I was sarcastic and antagonizing my wife. Nothing bad.but trying to get her to say one word. Nothing. But she did this.... I was holding her hand and she raised it to her lips,lowered her head and kissed it three times. I was shocked. Melissa ( sis -in-law) was surprised too,since she had been there for hours and Judi did nothing. I was dancing around. She did nothing else that day.
She was moved to yet,another room.like I wanted to see more of my former place of employment. I had former employees see me,hug me,wish I was back. Telling me things have really gone down hill since I left.I told them,they do realize I did not run the whole hospital. We shared laughs.
I came in to see Judi and she had no IV'S anymore. She had no restraints. She was quiet.I tried to get her to speak,but to no avail. It seems my wife does not like for her blood pressure to be taken. She gets really agitated. On July 5th this happened...... I was holding her hand and she looked at me. I was probably saying something stupid. I do this a lot. I mentioned her blood pressure.She raises up,kisses my hand and says,"Sh*t" I was shocked. The boys laughed. I looked at her. I said,"You have not spoken to me in days and the first words that come out of your mouth is,sh*t" She then pulled me closer and hugged me. She stroked my arm and kissed my shoulder. I hugged her. I missed her so much. I did not want to leave. I had to because my step-son was going to his visit with his father.
Now you can imagine how I felt after this. I felt good enough to finally have the branch that fell on her removed.My in-laws are coming to get this reminder. I could not go into my back yard since the accident. I cleaned it up a little yesterday. removed the bloody towels I used to stop the bleeding from her head. Raked the leaves and moved this huge branch to another part of the yard. I keep looking up to see where it broke off from and cannot see a thing. This branch is several hundred pounds. it had to go.
I had a bad omen moment yesterday. A former employee who worked for me years ago saw me. He was a brain injury . He was in a car accident and he was in the hospital for months. He came out a vastly different person.He is still not the person he once was. I got really scared. What if's started flooding my mind. Melissa called me and told me a story about a friend of hers who was a brain injury and her recovery . It was lengthy ,but she recovered fully. Be encouraged that Judi will do the same. I decided that it is early. She is doing remarkably well and I always have hope.
So there it is my sparkfriends. A side note. A huge thank you to RACINGTOLOSE2 who called me on the phone and talked to me. It was nice to hear her voice. I have made and met so many wonderful people here on spark. I appreciate all of you and your words of encouragement have kept me sane too.
Now for my eating habits,well they have been bad. My foot has been killing me lately. I can't seem to exercise and I don't have the time. I go to work,come home,visit with wife and go home and off to work again. Cooking has been fast meals. But now that is over......Tomorrow I get back to coming home and eating better. I am going to visit my wife and come home and workout before bed and go to bed tired. I want to surprise my wife by achieving my goal no matter what. I skipped my family reunion because she is more important and the food will be terrible and I am the black sheep anyway,so I will not be missed.
I am getting ready to take my son up to visit for a while. Today I am encouraged.
There will be obstacles in life that just occur and they occur without warning. So since you don't know when it can happen. I suggest you get busy and start living. If this life style change is important to you. Get busy and get it done.You don't know what can happen and when. So make it happen now.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Hello! My sparkfriends. I am going to try to do this brief blog about an accident that put my wife currently in the ICU fighting for her life.
Last Friday ,June 21,2013. My wife wanted to get the grass mowered and done because we were going to her nephew's graduation party on Saturday. She wanted to spend the day there( It's out of town and we had not seen them in a while)
Judi ( my wife) and step-son were doing yard work. I was getting tools to work on an air conditioner . She called me at work and said I had to install the one upstairs of our home.
Patrick,our son, came upstairs and told me a rather large tree limb fell in the drive way and that mom wanted me to move it.
Now this is where it gets kind weird and frankly stupid. I went outside and guess what? It is raining cats and dogs out there. The limb was big,too big for him or her to move.( This is usually my job) I looked at it and the rain was coming down hard. I shrugged my shoulders and started back into the house. I figured they both would follow,because WHO MOWS GRASS IN THE FREAKING RAIN. The wind was whipping around and bad.Really bad.
I went back into the house to finish my SPARKPEOPLE stuff.Within 15 or 20 minutes My son comes upstairs ,frantic saying,"A tree fell on mom." I jumped up. I figured these two tried to remove the branch by the garage,the same one I left. I figured she pulled it,it fell on top of her and Patrick could not remove it.
I go outside and I do not see anyone.Patrick is standing in the garage doorway,crying and I look closer at this branch. It is a different branch,much bigger.It turns out as the two of them tried to remove the smaller branch another one fell down. It was twice the length of her car ( A galant,which is a bigger family car) The base was as round as a lamp post,smaller than a telephone pole ,but not by much.
I apologize for the graphic details I am about to place here,so if you are squeamish ,you might want to stop reading now.......................................
.I cry everytime I see it in my mind....
My wife's foot was sticking out from under this branch and nothing else. I started moving the branches and My god!!! She was breathing,which was a good thing.She had a circular section of skin over her left forehead area hanging down her face. Skull bone was exposed.She is bleeding from her nose,mouth,ear. Her other eye was purple and completely closed. I checked her pulse,her breathing passages,but was reluctant to move her. If you do not know,they say to not move a person because it can cause spinal trauma and paralysis. But...........She suddenly rose up a little and her head and shoulders rose up off the pavement. Yes,this was on cement. I took this as an indicator that I could move her.My step-son ,who was johnny on the spot,called 911 and explained the situation. A move that I am positive saved his mothers life.
I had to move the branch off her first. This is where all the strength training I do paid off. I got it off and thanks to all the weight my wife has lost,I was able to lift her to a better area.
I told our son to compose himself.If you do not like that I did,because he was distraught about his mother,too bad.I told him she was breathing and she was going to be alright. I needed him focused and alert.I did not want him losing faith and believing his mother was not going to make it. I believe that you never think the worse until it actually happens. I had him get some towels from the garage to prop her head up and to put on this cut. He did. I cradled my wife ,talked to her until the EMT's arrived. Which was really fast.
My other son was in the door way as all of this occurred and he did not understand,but he saw mommy on the ground.
I was so frazzled I could not remember my birth date as they gathered info on me and her.It was funny later,but I could not remember when I was born. I took her purse and gathered our children and went to the hospital.
They took her to the hospital I was fired from,Ironic huh! They took information and I had visits from Chaplains,bearing bad news.
She had fractures of skull,sinal fracture,small fractures around her eye. She had pressure n her brain requiring a monitor to be placed in it and they told me they will do that first and if there was too much pressure and fluid on the brain,they were going to place a drainage deal in her head to get the swelling down. You can imagine my world unraveling.....All I could think is,WHY DIDN'T SHE COME IN THE DAMN HOUSE,who MOWS IN THE RAIN. WHY DIDN'T I STAY OUT AND MOVE THE BRANCH ? I realize that I can't fix the past,so....
Family came. I met old employees that used to work for me.I adopted what we not call our waiting room family.We pray,we joke,we reminisce.
I hold my wife's hand and tell her stories.I wear a superman shirt every day. Know why?? If you seen the MAN OF STEEL movie you know the symbol in his chest is not an S. On Krypton it is the symbol for HOPE. like my character the fat lady,remember her.
I took picture for her in the ICU.I know she will want to see them. I can't put them here without her permission and I do not want you to see her that way. See her like she is on her SPARKPEOPLE profile.
As of today,she is sedated.Brain pressure is good. She is on a breathing machine and currently not able to breathe on her own. Weird thing is she was breathing when I found her. Now she does ot seem to be able to do it on her own. She moves around a lot,squeezes my hand. The nurses love her painted toenails. Guess what and I want you to think about this..... They commented on her muscular arms and her strength,when the have to restrain her from attempting to remove her breathing tube.
I showed them a picture of when she first joined Sparkpeople and they were amazed. I told them that she got it done. I am happy she did. It may have saved her. This branch was high up. The point is she bought into the plan,got it done. She did not wait. Time is short and you do not know what can happen at any given moment.So what are you waiting on,get serious about what you are trying to do.There is an time limit.
Today,I sit for a spell before I go to see her. I am looking through my closet for another Superman shirt.( I have about 20) Once I was too fat to wear them,she wore them.Hope must come from somewhere.
Thank all of you for the love and support. Drop by HEYITSJUDED and pass it to her.
P.S Just because I am not on here as much,does not mean I am not cheering you on. You have to continue the journey with renewed determination. Quit sitting and eating that crap and get it done.No excuses.
The last thing my wife said to me before she went outside was that she lost 8 pounds.It's funny now.
Thank you all again.
Sunday, June 09, 2013
Greeting my Sparkfriends, it has been a while and a lot has happened since my last blog so long ago. Where do I start, well let's start here a few short months ago where my cursed life took a really bad turn.
I was experiencing a lot of pain in my left foot in multiple places. The ankle bothered me the most ,the instep ,but only on the left foot. hmmm. I was wearing the wrong shoes at work and decided to start wearing athletic shoes, which I should have not been wearing in the first place. The athletic shoes I decided to wear are the ones that I did my walking in. Yes, those ones that I was on the jog track and walking five miles a day in. Can you say worn down and no support. I have flat feet, so I was in for trouble no matter how it was going to go. My left foot was pronating, meaning it was misaligned and compensating for a lack of support in the arch. This deadly combination and the fact that a phantom piece of metal was in my foot as well. It hurt so bad and I discovered that I walk an average of 4 to 5 miles a day traveling all over the campus.
Foot doctor tried to take me off work, but I just got this job. No way! So he restricted me to no strenuous workouts, no walking except work ,medication and ice. Here's my bill ,come back and let me fleece you next month. Well ,my foot was still hurting. Fast forward...................................
......A month later and it still hurts................................Today it felt okay. This was in March.
So what happened next will show you how disappointment works on the mind. This will not be for the squeamish, so you may want to look away, but you can't can you?
I sank into a depression that led me down the old path. You know the one with sugar, beer, lazy rubbing my expanding belly. I gained weight. About 10 pounds or more. Leaning on the more. There is more. This is where it got even worse. Remember my wife, yes, the one I motivate, prepare her meals, find workout plans for, be a good husband for, I guess. She did not help me. I was suffering and she did not ask how I felt. She kept working out ( I am happy she kept going) She decided to come home and tell me about guys admiring her form. Helping her workout. She would buy Taco Bell and she could go to the gym and burn it off. Me, well, that ain't gonna happen. I am grown and could have said no, but come'on I'm a food junkie. She reneged on promises she made and it made me very angry. I am not a jealous man. I wished I could have worked out, but hearing about it consistently was pissing me off. I wanted to try swimming, something that she does, but she did not bother to say, let's go. Let me help you or suggest something. It took RACINGTOLOSE2 to suggest this. But........with a heart felt thanks to three Sparkfriends I tried to stay positive.PURPLE180 ,kept motivating me.RACINGTOLOSE2 ,sent me e-mails and did the same thing. LANEYTHEGIRL, sent me e-mails of encouragement and I identified with some similar things with her. I decided that it was not going to stop me. I began this journey ( or war) by myself and I will continue on by myself.
Then along came a spider.................I was having a good day at work. I came home and felt an itch on my ear. I was really tired and went to sleep. I woke up and was experiencing the chills. I did not eat dinner. I covered up with two blankets on the couch and went back to sleep again. I was freezing. I finally decided to go to bed. I stumbled up the stairs and went to sleep ,yet again. My wife came home at 11 P.M I was on fire by then. I guess I was so hot( Yes ,I'm hot baby) She said it felt like climbing in bed inside an oven.I woke up at 2 A.M and went to the bathroom and WTH!!! I looked into the mirror and my right eat is sticking off the side of my head. It looked like a big cinnamon roll( Um,yum!). Literally. It was twice the size of the other one and really red. My neck was red. I felt really weak. My wife woke me up early and took me to the emergency room. It felt like I was outside of my body. The doctor said it could be a few things, but most likely a spider bite. I got some meds and went home.
I went back to work and my ear was flaky and there are two small puncture wounds in my middle ear. I thought I would gain spider powers. Just to let you know,spiders do not spin webs from their wrist,just sayin did not really want that ability now that I know where the webbing comes from. lol.
My step-son gave me by father's day gift early because he says I will return to the old me. I got a new pair of wide width running shoe. I put my shoe inserts in and ran down the driveway. There was a small twinge of pain, but I will endure. The foot doctor says I have to give the inserts a chance because they are re-shaping my foot.
So I gave in to my inner demon. He was not kind. But the desire was not missing. All I want is to heal and get back to working out. It motivates me to eat right. I have to have them both together. I have not quit. I have this burning desire to achieve the goals I set for myself.
I am going to start again this week. I am going to add some weight and work on my legs again. I am going to do a slow trot and see how it goes.
In closing I would like to apologize to BUSYBEE37. She asked for motivation and I was a little harsh in my response. I responded thinking about my predicament and wanting to workout but could not. Everyone is different and should be treated as such. I just did not want her to have to live with regret and waste time and energy regretting not working out.Have a great week my Sparkfriends.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
I dedicate this blog to my young son,Christopher. I will tell you why. My son was born on New Year's Day in 2004. He was the New Year's baby. He was featured in newspapers( which I have in my dinning room in a large frame) He received gifts,we were interviewed and he was posted all over the hospital where he was born.
For you religious folks ,it was like my wife,who was my GF at the time gave birth to Jesus.He was in 3 newspapers. Three hours later,while still basking in the glow of my sons celebrity we received a swift kick to the gut. He was diagnosed with Downs Syndrome.
My GF was devastated because he was my first child and there would be no others after him.
I like to imagine my heart being the center of who and what I am. In the control room and captain of the ship sits my Crispy.( his nickname)
What does this have to do with Top Chef you wonder. I'm getting there.( you know I have to beat around the bush before getting to the point)
On Thursday March 21,my wife took me to a benefit for handi-capped and mentally challenged individuals where she works.
It was a formal dinner sponsored by her employers. The master of ceremonies was a local newscaster and in the spotlight was Top Chef season 7 winner Kevin Sbraga.
The dinner was a charity fund raising event. It featured painting and sculptures by these great artist with obstacles that we normal folks don't face.
We enjoyed a very unusual appetizer which was Goat cheese,with fig and peppermint with watermelon and chocolate vinaigrette.
It was very good. I enjoyed it.
We also had a cooking demonstration by Kevin where he discussed the particulars of Top Chef. Kevin if some of you watched the show did not start out too well. He was in the bottom quite a few times,but as it went on he got stronger. He said he felt like he could win.Sound like something a sparkie would do.
He said the show is not scripted. It is heavily edited since the contestants are sequestered for 5 months where they have limited contact with loved ones or friends. He said it was very hard,and he would not do it again,but if he had lost and was asked to do it again he would have. He had the desire to compete against the best to measure his skills.
The first course and my personal favorite was this.
It was a roasted Beet salad . It had shallots,berries,pecans and a Kimchee salad with a creamy sauce,sorry I did not remember what it was composed of. It would have helped if they actually passed out menu's. It was the first time my wife had beets. It was sooo good.
The next course was a dish Kevin made that was featured on a challenge he won in Singapore. It was his version of Clam Chowder.
Bacon cooked with butter.( if it sounds fattening,it is) it also had Lemongrass,mussels,clams,ginger,lime,white wine,celery,onion,clamstock,creme ,garlic and potatoes. The veggies were lightly cooked and the sauce was added after,not cooked together like a traditional clam chowder.. I can see why it won a challenge. It was soo good. I wanted to forget the formality of dining with big shots and drink it from the bowl without the spoon.
The next course was a Brisket with Korean barbecue sauce with Kimchee and a vinaigrette. sauce.
I enjoyed it too,sensing a theme here right. My wife hated the Kimchee salad,too much pepper and the vinegar taste was too much for her. It was spicy goodness to me.
The last course and the prettiest was prepared by the PARC citizens who work in the kitchen. PARC stands for Peoria Association for Retarded Citizens. Ther seems to be a lot of controversy using the term "Retarded" Given the cheer of the staff and people there ,it was a welcomed change. To not be recognized as a lesser person. The new name is "Epic" which now stand for Empowering People ,Inspiring capabilities. I think this is fantastic,being the father of a little guy who empowers me to keep fighting to lose weight and maintain my healthy life style their capabilities are limited by their own imagination. This is what they prepared.
It was almost too pretty to eat. It tasted as good as it looked. It was a fruit tart with strawberries,kiwi,peaches,pineapple with a creme filling. It had a drizzle of chocolate and strawberries on the bottom.
I sat at a table that looked like this,
One of the highlights of the evening was Kevin who offered to come back and bring food and prepare a dinner service for the highest bidder for 10 people. Imagine that a Top Chef winner coming to your house,providing food for 10 guest. Well a lady at my table really wanted this really bad.. It was too rich for my blood. I just started my new job. Guess what the winning bid was.$ 8,000.00. Well i know we just met but me and my wife are now your new friends,when do we eat?
The EPIC citizens now grow organic vegetables for sale to the community. I guess I have a place to buy produce and support these amazing people. I in closing I send you this message.
are you physically capable of taking care of yourself? Are you mentally capable of taking care of yourself? I know some sparkie have limited physical capabilities but they are trying are you? What excuses are you going to use today? Tired,lack energy ,focus. expect a miracle in a pill or can? I see these people competing in Special Olympics and they are putting their best effort forth,are you? These people do what they can and are just happy to be just living. Are you?
Now I have been limited in my exercise but all the desire is there. I see the doctor with hopes and ambitions to return to what I was doing before this happened to me. I am still determined and It will get done. My Crispy and the Midnighter said so and I believe.
I hope you all have a great week,spring is on the way,well eventually ( it is snowing hard here)
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