Get me some super glue STAT.
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
My best friends' husband died yesterday after a year long battle with cancer. He was 48 and left my friend and 7 year old son behind. It seems like cancer and terminal illnesses have touched everyone around me this past year and now it looks like the end is near for two more friends. It's hard to not want to pull the blankets up over my head both figuratively and literally (I got a new down comforter for Christmas and it's rilly rilly soft) ). Heh.
I am trying to make good choices for my body and health and MENTAL health. I bought some nuts to keep in my car so when I'm starving and want to go get a burger and fries I have a backup plan. I've been drinking my water and avoiding gluten and dairy (I have food allergies) with only a few setbacks. (Damn you quiche!) My exercise is sporadic because I'm still figuring out how much my newly repaired knee can take without putting me out of commission again. I am fighting my inner voice that is telling me to have a second glass of wine because everything is SO hard. She's a real twit, I tell you. She's the one that tells me that I'm so out of shape (*again*) that nothing I do will really make a difference. She tells me that the calories really don't matter THAT much and that because I didn't sit down and eat my meal like a civilized person that it.didn't.count. I'm pretty sure you don't get meal do-overs. Um, yeah. She's THAT smart. She also tells me that that little bit of exercise I did didn't do squat.
Does anyone have some super glue? Because I need to glue her trap shut.