Friday, June 04, 2010
When my husband was diagnosed with stomach cancer we were devastated. The doctors at Mayo did not pull any punches and he was told up front there was no chance for surgery, chemo or anything -- they would keep him comfortable with medication and that was all they could do.
With sad hearts we returned home, neither of us wanting to face the truth. We knew in our hearts that the end was inevitable and within six short months we would no longer be a happy couple. Each day changes became apparent as the scale continued to show the tale, down, down, down. Finally at 110 pounds we decided to no longer have him step on the scale.
Our Scottie, JB, knew something was wrong. She would lay at my husband's side for hours on end. If he layed down for a nap, she would lay beside the bed. We did not trust her to lay on the bed with us any longer for fear she would jump on my husband's stomach and hurt him; but she would lay in a chair watching us, or lay as close to the bed as possible. For a dog that was used to spending many hours each day running and playing outside this had to be a supreme act of love to put it all aside and take up a position of guarding a loved one. Dogs have an inner sense and it was proven each and every day as she kept her vigil.
One Sunday morning was the final day, the last breath, and as tears fell in the final goodbye, I lifted JB and placed her next to my husband, thinking she may wish to say goodbye also. But dogs think differently than humans when it comes to death, and knowing her master was no longer occupying the body on the bed, JB simply turned her head and stared at me. I understood her chore of keeping watch and trying to keep him safe was over, not to be forgotten, but moving on.
It's been several years now since that happened, and I have a new Scottie. I have noticed some of those same traits in her. When I'm sick and stay in bed, she will also lay down somewhere in the bedroom to "keep an eye on me and guard me."
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
I just got home from the gym and I feel so invigorated, so alive, and deep down so downright good about life! When an hour or so at the gym can make me feel like that, it really makes me wonder what kind of an idiot I must be that I procrastinate on going there each and every day! Hey! I'm not the only one that does it..... I hear people constantly lamenting the fact that they are procrastinators about running, walking, going to the gym, anything and every thing. And when we finally DO get around to DOING IT -- we love it!
Now do we procrastinate about tearing into a pizza when one is set in front of us? Or about chicken and dumplings, BBQ ribs, a juicy steak -- or whatever your big temptation happens to be? Ha! I can see those guilty looks on your faces right now! No hesitation there, right?
As I watched the minutes adding up on the treadmill I realized how much easier it is for me to walk the 20 minutes now than it was when I first started. I love to set it on random and have the machine taking me up and down hills. Then I took a turn on the epileptic, which I do for less time because I'm still getting the feel of it. It is much harder for me to get my time in on that machine than on the treadmill, that's why I know it's important for me to push for each additional minute. The weights come next and for me it's a period of cooldown as well as working those muscles. Stretching is part of it too. And then I hit the pool for more poolside exercises (I used to do pool aerobics) and walking in the pool. In the 55+ area where I go it is considered a "walking" pool, if you want to actually swim you must go to the part that is divided off for laps. I try to get in a lot of arm and leg exercises, helping my flexibility as well as toning up.
Maybe if I do this enough times in a row it will become a habit and my body will want to go, instead of procrastinating! Do you think?
Have a great day everyone! Be a DOer, not a Procrastinator!
Monday, May 31, 2010
With today being Memorial Day it's a good day to remember all of our loved one's who have passed away. Many people use today as a time to put flowers on their graves. Others only think of the holiday as an extra day off from work (with pay) and it doesn't really matter what the holiday is, some treat them all the same. I'm not here to preach to you about what you should do or should be thinking on any given holiday -- that's a personal preference, and I don't like to judge others.
There are holidays that mean nothing to me, at least they mean nothing as far as the reason they were initially created. Sometimes I wonder what they really mean to our government also, because rather than celebrate them on the day the event happened, suddenly most of our holidays are moved to Monday! We all know the reason for that -- a 3-day week-end. Not that we need a 3-day week-end in order to remember our departed, or to remember Veterans or to remember any of the reasons the holiday is recognized. Most of the people want the 3-day week-end to go out and party and have fun! I'm really surprised they haven't moved the 4th of July, Thanksgiving or Christmas!
For me I have no need to have a special day on the calendar to remember my loved ones who have departed. I think of them on an almost daily basis. They are in my heart and in my thoughts. So today, rather than sitting for a few minutes and thinking of them..... I was painting a wall in my entryway. There was no way I could take flowers to anyone's graveside -- there is no one within driving distance. But in my thoughts they receive special attention each and every day, and if it is possible they are observing me from heaven and they see me busily doing something on the day meant to honor them, I think they will know I still love them....I still think of them.....I still miss them.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
When was the last time you had this much food spread out in front of you, and all of it tempting? Probably whatever the last holiday was where you were getting together with friends and family. Last night we were not even officially into the week-end yet, but I gathered with three other friends at a local Italian restaurant, launching off the wonderful 3-day binge!
I decided to order a light beer to save myself some calories, smart choice; but then the waiter brings a basket of warm, crusty bread, and liberally pours out the oil and balsamic vinegar into a shallow dish in the center of the table. I felt the willpower oozing out my fingertips as I reached out and broke off one of the tasty morsels and swirled it into the olive oil. Beer and crusty bread, a heady combo! Laughter and small talk was flowing freely, and one bite followed another until I wasn't sure just how many of those tiny little bites I had consumed! I wish I had just ordered my dinner and waited for it to be served instead of literally dipping up FAT with my pieces of bread. Yes, I KNOW olive oil is good for you, but it still has 14 g of fat in it!!
OK, now the other couple gets their appetizer! Artichoke hearts/spinach dip, it sounds innocent and healthy, but what about all the fatty cream and cheese it also contains? I passed on that one little temptation, but don't even bother to pat me on the back! My order of eggplant parmesan soon arrived and with the hearty helping of shredded romano on top I doubt if it was the healthiest choice of the evening either.
Even so, I probably could have gotten by with one of my usual gains of .2 or .4 but then the waiter decided we had been so nice all evening he took it upon himself to bring up a "complimentary" dessert. It was delicious, horribly fattening and tastes like pure sin melting on my lips! Strawberries, luscious and sweet, all wrapped up in a sweet whipped cream, folded lightly into a crust that was most likely 99% butter!
What goes in the lips ends up on the hips! All that joy and bliss = 1 lb. gain! The worst part is that tonight the menu is for BBQ Baby Back Ribs! Another favorite so what will I do. There is a swimming pool, so maybe I can swim 150 laps or so and just work it all off. Well. . . . . . . we'll see how "that one" goes!!
Happy Memorial Day everyone!
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