Wednesday, July 11, 2012
So... my daughter called me last night and says she wants to come home. She may be 3 months pregnant (not sure since she has fabricated pregnancies numerous times in the past). She was crying and said she was tired of being with people who used her and didn't love her. She wants her mother. Of course, I consoled her and told her she can come home, gently reminding her that there will be rules. I truly do hope that she is fed up with her lifestyle and wants to change and move forward. I will, however, believe it when I see it. So my guard will remain up, even while my heart continues to love her. I already have so much on my plate, but what's a mother to do? I'll tell you - set a LOT of boundaries. A LOT. And get some good anxiety meds... :)
Brother had a bad panic attack at 4 in the morning, too. Bless his little heart. It breaks my heart when he cries.
Last night I had dinner with a friend. He ordered a Bananas Foster and I ate a few bites. First dessert I've had since I can't even remember. The first bite was quite delicious - but I'm just not a sweet eater. There were mashed potatoes on my plate. Now THAT'S what I would have wanted to eat. But I didn't. Not worth it. Went home and did Wii Fitness - hula hooping, timed runs, then I did a free run for 20 minutes. ME - RUNNING. When I was done (and I DIDN'T STOP, although I kept thinking, "You're probably going to give out soon, do you seriously think you can run for 20 minutes straight?") I had gone 2.88 miles. HOLY HELL YEAH, BATMAN! Me! Rose! Ran for 20 minutes straight without stopping and almost did 3 miles!! I know that jogging in place with a Wii is not the same as running outside, but I just still cannot believe how strong and capable I'm becoming. Feels damn good. Got all my meds now, too, so I can get those 4 pounds drained back off.
Yep- gonna' be the hottest (and healthiest) 50 year old on the planet. Just accept it, world.
I GOT THIS.